#giggles and tilty

[liar-or-lawyer]

I may have chuckled at the absurdity of your suggestion.

[whatdoidosatoru]

lost in you

pairing: hanma shuji x reader | ao3

in which shuji comes home after a fight and needs to be taken care of <3

wc: 3.3k

cw: first person (sorry i just can't do second person pov), bruises, fighting (duh), no y/n, dry humping, some dirty talk, shuji is so needy, riding, light choking, unprotected sex, creampie, begging, pet names (baby, doll face)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI FUCK OFF 18+

Coming back home late from a fight was normal behaviour for Shuji Hanma. He fought for the thrill of it, for shits and giggles, but what he didn’t like about the whole ordeal was getting scolded for his injuries by his girlfriend.

His sweet girlfriend, who had never even thrown a punch, who didn’t like him fighting, who, despite that, always patched him up whenever he needed it and kissed his bruises better when he came home.

Now it was two in the morning and he had just parked his motorbike outside of the apartment complex. He walked up to the door and buzzed the intercom.

“Baby? It’s me, let me in.”

He wasn’t in the mood for anything apart from lying down pressed against his girlfriend’s chest and resting his aching limbs.

Inside the building, I got off the sofa where I dozed off while waiting for him to come back. I tried to stretch my neck but only made it hurt worse, so I dragged my feet (and the blanket that was draped over my shoulder) to the front door and buzzed him in. 

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and waited by the door to hear his footsteps and let him in.

He smiled as soon as he saw me standing in the doorway, wrapping his arms tightly around me. He didn’t hold back, squeezing me with all his leftover energy, and I responded with a tight embrace filled with everything I had at the moment.

“Hey baby…” He cooed softly, leaning down to plant a few kisses along my jaw and neck.

I was melting in his arms, slightly slurring my words as I was still waking up.

“Shuji, is everything okay?”

He chuckled softly, gently picking me up off the ground and carrying me into the living room. 

“Everything’s fine, baby. Sorry I’m home late,” he says softly, sitting down on the sofa, placing me on his lap, “just…had some assholes piss me off, nothing new.”

I ran my hands across his chest, checking his face and the sides of his head, his back, arms, thighs…everything, for any signs of bruises or other injuries. He definitely had a rough night, his body was littered with new and fading bruises from the previous fights. He allowed me to look him over, gently tilting my chin up with his fingers so he could look into my eyes clouded with worry.

“Baby, I’m fine…I promise I am.”

He assured me softly, pressing a few tender kisses to my lips. My lips stayed in a pout after he kissed them repeatedly, too tired to adjust my face.

“Who was it tonight?”

He couldn’t help but sigh at my question and the fact I even had to ask.

“Ran Haitani and his prick of a little brother.”

He grumbled softly, his hand holding me by the chin to appreciate my pout in full.

I leaned forward to kiss an old bruise on his jaw gently, reaching the back of his neck with my hand. He closed his eyes at my gentle touch, tilting his head back for better access. 

“Baby…”

He breathed out softly, his hands tracing down my waist and the tops of my thighs.

His eyes were lidded as he looked back down at me. I shifted on his lap so I straddled him instead of sitting sideways, getting better access to hug him and never let go. I trailed my lips softly along his bruises, down to his Adam’s apple. I let out a hum, feeling him gulp under my lips.

“Baby…what can I do to make you feel better?”

“Mmm…”

He practically purred as he ran his large tattooed hands along my thighs and back, feeling my body against his, distracting him from the soreness of his limbs and his bruises.

“Baby, you really wanna know what’ll make me feel better?”

My hands went into his hair, gently scratching his scalp again, seeing him become putty in my hands.

“Mhmm, what is it?”

He leaned back into the sofa, tilting his head back once more, melting in my hold. He couldn’t help but groan at the feeling, relaxing and erotic at the same time.

“Your touch…” he practically moaned out, “keep doing what you’re doing…it feels so…” he breathed out the word “good…”

I smirked as I tugged the strands of his hair ever so slightly before scratching gently again. I leaned forward to press a kiss to where his jaw met his ear and whispered.

“Feels good, baby?”

He shivered and his eyes drifted shut at my voice, a moan escaping his lips.

“F-fuck baby…” he breathed out shakily, “yeah…it feels…really good. Don’t…don’t stop.”

I let out a breathy chuckle as I saw him draw shallow breaths and shakily speak. His breath was warm against my neck and it sent shivers down my body.

I lifted my hips slightly just to rock them against his, teasing both of us at the same time. I kissed along his jawline and down to his neck, my tongue darting out to taste his skin.

“You deserve to feel good, baby.”

He shuddered at the slight contact of my hips, a breathy moan escaped his lips as his own hips buck to chase mine.

“Mmm…you make me feel so good…” he moaned out softly and pulled me closer, nuzzling into my neck and leaving small kisses on my skin, “don’t stop…”

I arched into his chest, pressing my breasts into him and biting the soft skin of his neck. My hands gripped his scalp tighter, sending shivers down his body. My hips pressed against his harder, begging to release some of the tension that was building between my thighs.

“What do you need baby? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.” I practically moaned into his neck.

“You…” 

He all but moaned out, tilting his head to the side to allow me easier access to his neck. His grip on my hips tightened, pressing me further down until I straddled him more firmly. A strained gasp escaped his lips as the movement pressed my clothed pussy against his straining bulge.

“I need…” He bit his bottom lip, barely holding back a low groan, “you, baby…don’t make me say it out loud.”

I chuckled against the sensitive skin of his neck, licking up to his ear and whispering.

“Mmm I kind of want to hear you beg, baby, but I’ll be good.”

I rocked my hips against his bulge, one of my hands still scratching at his scalp lightly, the other snaking up under his shirt and tracing the lines of his abs and chest. My rolling hips sped up slightly, helped by his firm grip on my ass and waist.

His breath came out in short bursts, each sound leaving his mouth either a desperate moan or a choked-back shiver. He couldn’t help himself, his fingers were digging into my plush skin as the friction on his bulge nearly had him seeing stars.

“Baby…f-fuck…” He practically gasped out, a cry for mercy. “B-baby…”

I used one hand to squeeze his cheeks together, pressing a deep kiss onto his pouty lips, swallowing every moan that had slipped from them. I lifted my hips up from his lap and in a soft voice commanded him.

“Unzip your jeans, Shuji.” 

As I said that, I moved the cloth of my panties to the side to allow him access to my slippery folds.

His mind was spinning, and with a shaky exhale he was all too happy to comply, his hands making quick work of his button and zipper, releasing his bulge from the denim confines with a sigh of released tension. His gaze flew over my body, ready in front of him, and landed back on my eyes.

“You’re so…gorgeous…”

I reached into his underwear and took out his hard and throbbing cock, positioning it at my entrance, and swiping it along my wet folds a few times for good measure. I took a moment to brush my thumb on his bottom lip slowly and kissed him deeply before sinking down on him, tantalisingly slowly.

His moans were hot on my lips, his breath heavy and thick against me as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to feel my body shivering as I took in his length all the way to the hilt. I moaned into his mouth as I sat flush on his lap. I rose up, sat back down, and rolled my hips a few times to establish my rhythm.

Every roll of my hips and every grind on his lap had him moaning and growling against my already kiss-swollen lips. His arms tightened their hold around me as I bounced on him.

“You look…so pretty…like this…” he moaned softly, his voice gruff, “I can’t…get enough of you…”

I let out a soft chuckle at the compliment, then ran a hand through my hair and threw my head back in pleasure, letting out a loud moan into the air. His lips were on my neck, needily kissing it with an open mouth. 

“You’re…so big, Shuji. Mmm feels fucking good, baby.”

He cursed under his breath, burying his face into my neck.

“You take me…so good…” He breathlessly moaned out, his arms flexing around my waist in an effort to keep me closer. 

I let out a needy groan, my hands moved up my body to squeeze my breasts before sliding back down to his chest, one still on my own body, rubbing circles around my clit as I mewled from all the sensations. I quickened my hips, desperately chasing a high, but still wanting to keep this going as long as possible.

He watched my hand work my clit carefully as his hands trailed up my sides and back down, settling on my plush thighs. He moaned at the sight, his breath catching in his throat.

“That feel good, baby?” He moaned out softly, his face flushed. “You look so…perfect…like that.”

I mewled at his words, nodding as I bit my lip. My hips sped up, rolling more intensely against him now, feeling his cock stretch me and hit all the right spots.

“S’good baby, feel so…full hmmm” I squeezed out a moan as I was getting close to release. “S-swear sometimes you go and fight just t-to get inside me…”

He chuckled breathlessly, his hand tracing along my thighs before his thumb replaced my fingers against my throbbing clit, rubbing it gently in time with my riding.

“Mmm…maybe I do…” he admitted with a playful smirk, his breath hot and heavy against my sensitive skin, “you know I can’t…get enough of you…”

He moaned lowly into my ear, his voice turning into a soft plea against my tight skin.

“Baby…I’m s-so close…”

I leaned against him, resting my head on his shoulder as I cried out with his thumb rubbing me just right, increasing the pressure just how I liked it.

“F-fuuck baby…I…don’t stop I-I’m so close…”

I sped up my hips, my rolls and hard drops of my ass against his lap becoming more desperate as he sped up his thumb on my clit. His breaths and moans became heavier, I could feel his breath faltering, warmth spreading against my neck.

His thumb pressed harder, rubbed faster in a desperate attempt to make me cry out in pleasure and cum around him, coming apart on his lap.

“C-come on…come on, for me baby…” he practically moaned the words into my ear, “wanna…see you cum…please…want you to cum…so badly…”

His other hand reached up to the base of my throat to squeeze a little, making me close my eyes in ecstasy and cry out his name at the feeling of his long, nimble fingers restricting my throat. The sight of his large tattooed hand snaking up my body to grip my neck was enough to send me reeling.

“Shu-ah fucccck Shuji!”

He moaned in response to my loud cry, the sound of his name slipping through my throat nearly finishing him off. He gripped my hips with both hands now, pulling me onto him, thrusting upwards into me like a maniac.

“That’s…good girl…” he moaned out against my chest now, grabbing any bit of flesh he could with his teeth, biting and marking anything he could reach, “so good for me…”

I shuddered at the intensity of my climax, my pussy clenching around him, and the sensation of his teeth grazing me, his lips sucking in any bit of skin they could. I cursed under my breath, not being able to slow down the rhythm, rolling my hips as he pushed into me with vigour, trying to get him to cum inside me again, chasing the feeling of being full.

“Shuji, baby, need you…fuuuck…need you so bad please.”

The feeling of my warm walls tightening around him, along with the pleas from my lips were enough to have him growling out my name, his breath became a low gasp as his hips moved to meet mine mid-roll. He was practically melting at the sound of my mewling for him.

“Y-yeah?...” he moaned out breathlessly, leaning down to bite a hickey into the soft flesh above my breast, “need me to…what? Tell me, baby…”

I groaned as he used my own words against me, making me say it out loud. My hips were recklessly rolling into him as I tugged on his hair lightly.

“Baby…I wan-I need you…to…fuck ah…need you to fill me up…ah”

He responded with a low, guttural moan from his parted lips, his gaze drifting to watch my lips rock against his. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, not with those noises coming out of my lips.

“Say please baby…” he moaned out desperately against my chest, nipping it in the process, “say please…and I’ll give you everything…”

I mewled against his neck, my forehead pressed against his shoulder for support.

“P-please Shuji, cum in me…fill me up please…” I gasped as his thumb returned to my clit and started rubbing it quickly, “m-make it trickle d-down my thigh, baby…” I rolled my hips harder, clenching around him with need, “make my birth control work overtime, please, baby…”

A low, guttural moan of ‘yes’ escaped his lips in a barely audible whisper. His breaths turned into heavy gasps as he was still fighting his own release.

He reached up to cup my cheek in his large tattooed hand, tilting my head towards him to capture my lips into a greedy, messy kiss, practically pouring every ounce of passion and energy into it. He broke the kiss only to bite down on my bottom lip, his hips still moving up to meet mine in a more intense thrust.

I moaned into his mouth as he pulled me in, I neared another shuddering orgasm.

“Cum for me, Shuji, please baby…”

He moaned as heated, breathless gasps left his parted, kiss-swollen lips. He continued rocking his hips into mine, his cock bullying its way into me with each movement.

“B-baby…I’m close…” he murmured as he captured my lips with his again, “tell me…say please…I need to hear…you beg for me…”

I cried out, feeling my climax nearly there.

“Shuji please, b-baby, need your cum…need it please, give it to me, give me what I need baby please-”

He moaned against my lips, the hot breath bathing my sensitive lips and nearly breaking me. My mewling and begging nearly drove him wild, he was a desperate mess, his body pleading for release.

“Beg me…more…please,” he moaned through his teeth, “be…be a good girl for me…”

I whimpered and a sob escaped my throat into his shoulder where I was barely holding on. His cock was still working its pace, rutting into me even when I slowed down my hip movements.

“I’ve been g-good for you, baby, haven’t I? Please, baby, please, please, I need it…please, Shuji, fuck please, I’ll do anything…”

A guttural moan of pleasure ripped itself from his parted lips, his breath heavier against my skin.

“Yes…” he moaned out in hot gasps, his voice thick and raspy, “you have…so good for me…my good girl..”

I couldn’t hold myself back any longer, I cried out his name, along with a few curses, into his neck, shuddering and releasing another orgasm, clamping down on his thrusting cock. Squeezing and not letting go of him until I got every last drop of what he had to offer.

His breathing turned into deep moans as he rutted into me and finally spilled his cum all over my wet walls, shuddering in ecstasy, slowing down to help us ride out our highs together.

“Baby…” he all but groaned out, the soft nickname on his lips like a prayer, “good girl…you’re such a good girl…” he moaned into my neck, pressing a gentle kiss to my collarbone.

“Love…love you so much…love you Shuji, so much.”

His breath gradually evened out as he came down from his high. He pulled back to look into my eyes, his expression nothing less than utterly mesmerised and enamoured with me in his arms.

“Love you…more…” he murmured softly, his gaze practically glowing gold as it burned into mine, “so glad you’re mine…”

I attached my lips to his in a deep expression of the intense love I held for him.

“We’re not playing that game today, baby,” I stroked his hair gently, “you’re so good to me.”

He moaned into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into the touch of his head.

“Mmm, and you’re an angel…” he muttered under his breath, his face glowing in bliss as he pulled away slightly, “my favourite person in the entire world…”

I chuckled and shook my head lightly at this weirdo.

“It helps that you don’t like other people, but okay, I’ll take it.”

He rolled his eyes at my response, at the same time a smirk spread across his lips.

“Fair enough…” he paused for a moment, the smirk softening into an affectionate smile, “you really are my person, though.” He muttered in a soft tone, his gaze gentle and loving. “You’re my world…”

I caressed his cheek, smiling warmly at him.

“You’re such a damn sap. You’re lucky I would never go around and tell people.”

“Oh am I, huh?” He mused as he leaned into my hand, “You’re lucky I’m only this way with you, doll face. My reputation would be in ruins otherwise…”

“Big bad wolf, God of Death, Shuji Hanma, a big ol’ sappy pile of moans and shivers under a kiss of one girl, and one girl only.”

He sighed, shaking his head in amusement as he rolled his eyes.

“You make me sound so…needy and desperate. But maybe I am…I’m lost in you, completely.”

His hand moved up and gently gripped my thigh as he kissed me, gently, slowly. His thumb was tracing soft patterns along my flushed skin, his kiss as warm and tender as a summer evening.

I sighed against his lips when he broke the kiss, lips still in a light pout, not even an inch from mine and head tilted to the side.

“Take us to bed, baby?”

He gently picked me up and began making his way to the bedroom, pressing soft kisses against my neck and shoulders as he went. My feet were dangling along his sides and he held me tight. When he dropped me onto the bed, he crawled in after me and covered us with the duvet, snuggling into me, burying his face into my neck and breathing in my scent as if it was a drug he could only get from me.

His embrace tightened ever so slightly as if he was afraid he’d lose me if he didn’t hold on tight enough.

[beautification-tales]

The Sisters pt. 2

A late bloomer tale

Ruby’s Story-

Anything for a sister.” Marsha said as Stacey hugged her tightly. Ruby giggled as she watched her sisters make up. Ruby could feel the tension leave the area as she almost sighed in relief. She had been worried the incident might even cause a permanent rift in her new clique.

Ruby left the cafeteria after saying farewell to her sisters. She smiled as her naughty plan flashed in her mind. Ruby ever since blooming had left a wake of drained men. Professors and students were all her prey and she hunted daily. She giggled as there was one target that she had been saving for a special occasion.

Ruby exhaled as purple flame surrounded her body. She felt her tall svelte frame shrink. She frowned as her amazing curves disappeared. The fashion model attire that she loved was replaced by her plaid shirt and jeans she used to wear daily. She looked at her arms as she pushed her glasses up her nose. The old Ruby was back to visit her favorite professor.

Ruby rushed into the lecture and sat in the front seat as she usually did. She took out her smartphone and checked into the class. She smiled as she could see some students whisper as if she had missed weeks of the semester. The professor finally walked in and looked around the auditorium. He smiled as he saw Ruby in the front with her notebook out.

“Pygmalion is a tale of control and power. He achieves what all men desire… not the perfect woman. The woman that HE molded and created for his pleasure. Now compare that to the tale in Genesis 2. A woman made for Adam by his Creator. Today I want you to begin your essay on which story is better for man.”

Ruby smiled as she thought what an appropriate lecture for the day. Dr. Miller was the typical handsome married literature professor. He was brilliant and all the girl students tried to fuck him. However, it had seemed none were successful. Dr. Miller was in love with his work more than the admiration it brought him.

Ruby couldn’t help but giggle as she felt the sexual energy of her fellow female students flood the room. She exhaled slowly trying to control her arousal. She chewed on her pen looking completely focused on the lecture. As Dr. Miller continued to talk about the various themes in Pygmalion, Ruby felt her thoughts drift away from the lecture and back to her plan. The lecture felt like it lasted forever as she impatiently waited for the perfect time.

Finally, Dr. Miller paused and looked up, smiling he said “I look forward to what you can sculpt from the clay. See you all Thursday.” The lecture was over and the students all packed up their belongings and left. Ruby waited a few moments until all her female classmates were finished talking with Darren. She noticed his fake smile as he dismissed all their attempts for “extra credit”.

Ruby slowly walked down the steps as the last student walked away. “Dr. Miller, can we talk about this assignment?” she asked softly. Her voice was like honey, sweet and enticing. The professor turned around and looked at her with surprise. “Ruby! I haven’t seen you in weeks. All your assignments are in and your attendance is always checked off. Have you been sitting in the back?”

Ruby smiled coyly. "I think you just stopped noticing me Professor. You’re not the first person to do that with me. But I wanted to ask about this assignment. I think I have a unique perspective on it that I'd like to share." Her voice dropped an octave, and she leaned forward slightly. Darren’s eyebrow raised as he was intrigued to hear her thoughts. “Oh? Well do you have some time Ruby? I’d love to hear this but I have to head to my office. Care to walk with me?”

The professor motioned for her to lead the way. Ruby smiled as she walked beside him. “So, Dr. Miller what do you think men really want?” she asked casually. Darren stopped and turned to face her, intrigued. “We want an equal but have a weakness that stands in the way of it.”

“What is the weakness?” Ruby asked, tilting her head curiously. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. Darren couldn't help but feel excited at the conversation. “Beauty! We are slaves to our… physical desires that we can ignore what’s really important…. The mind.” Darren unlocked his office door and motioned her to enter. Ruby walked in and sat in the seat facing his desk.

Ruby released her sexual energy in a massive wave as Darren placed his shoulder bag on his desk. He quickly went behind his desk to sit. “Is that why men cast me aside? I mean even you stopped noticing me in class… I never missed a lecture.” Darren felt his cock twitch in his pants as he licked his lips. “I…I don’t know why I missed you. I usually always see you.” Ruby smiled knowing soon she was going to have Dr. Miller all to herself.

“Why do you notice me, Darren?” Ruby asked, her voice dripping with sensuality. Darren felt himself begin to sweat as he squirmed in his seat. “You’re a brilliant girl Ruby. You’re not like the other girls.” Ruby crossed her legs and leaned forward. “Because I’m not begging to fuck you for an A?” Darren’s eyes fluttered as his face became red. “Yes! I mean… you don’t use your looks to succeed.”

Ruby pouted as her lips turned blood red. Darren was gripping his desk too erect to notice the change to Ruby. “You mean I’m too plain to seduce a man like all those bimbos.” Darren felt the room spin as he felt like he was on fire. “I’m so sorry Ruby. I seem to not be feeling well. I…also think this conversation is….” Ruby’s eyes glowed behind her glasses as her mousy brown hair gained an amazing shine. Ruby moved her hand up and down as if stroking a phallus. Darren groaned as if by magic he felt her fingers.

“Answer my question Darren!” Ruby demanded. He moaned when he heard his name from her lips. “Your mind is what is special about you.” Ruby slowly took her glasses off and smiled. “You’re such a gentleman professor. If I was sexy and brilliant… I’d be your ideal woman wouldn’t I? Your perfect sculpture?”

“Ruby … how are you?” Ruby took the imaginary phallus in her hand and licked it. Darren groaned as he felt his balls fill with seed. “Tell me everything right now!” Ruby opened her mouth as if she was sucking an invisible cock. Darren jumped as he felt the wet warmth around his cock. “Unh! It’s my ultimate fantasy! An irresistible woman with a mind like yours. A true equal!”

Ruby doubled her efforts as Darren felt his whole body twitch. “What are you Ungh doing to me?” he managed to croak. She smiled around the invisible phallus, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You can't resist me Darren, I'm your perfect match." He felt her hand speed up, her fingers tightening as if ready to squeeze. “Now cum for me!” Darren gripped his desk tight as he arched his back in his chair as he felt cum rocket out of his cock.

He collapsed and attempted to catch his breath. He finally looked up and saw Ruby’s face covered with seed. It was as if he had shot directly at her as he looked down and saw his pants were completely dry. The thick sticky material quickly evaporated as Ruby moaned in triumph. “You’re mine now, and we are far from finished.” Purple flames covered Ruby’s body as he saw her breasts explode from her shirt. The moans echoed in the room as Ruby grew into her true succubus form. The jeans and ripped plaid shirt were gone and only blue Lacey lingerie remained. Stockings covered her long legs as she sat in the chair crossed legged.

Darren felt his cock harden again. He felt as if in a trance he unbuckled his pants as he stood up. He let his pants fall to the ground revealing his hard on. Ruby smiled, her red lips curving into a wicked grin. "That's it, professor. Give in to your desires." She reached out and gently stroked his length, her fingers leaving trails of heat in their wake.

"You are so beautiful," Darren murmured, his voice thick with desire. Ruby leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest. She bit her lower lip, drawing it between her teeth as she gazed into his eyes. "I want you,Darren. I want all of you." She guided him to the desk, their bodies pressing together as she lowered herself onto his throbbing member.

He groaned, feeling her tightness envelop him as she began to ride him. Ruby's eyes were closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy. He reached up, running his fingers through her long, silky hair. "Oh god, Ruby," he gasped, feeling the familiar tug of pleasure building deep within him.

Ruby opened her eyes, looking down at Darren with a mixture of lust and tenderness. "You feel so good. So right." She began to move faster, her hips undulating in a rhythm that was both hypnotic and irresistible. He could feel his control slipping as his hips rose to meet hers, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room, mingling with the wet slapping of their flesh as they moved together. Ruby leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she reached down and gripped his cock, stroking him in time with her thrusts. "That's it,professor. Give in to the pleasure. Let go." Her words sent a shiver down his spine as he felt the familiar tug in his lower abdomen building, tightening.

He reached up, tracing his fingers over her cheek, down her neck, and across her collarbone. Her skin was warm and smooth beneath his touch. "You're perfect," he managed to say between gasping breaths. "Brains and beauty. The ultimate woman." Ruby arched her back, moaning loudly as she came, her inner walls pulsing around him. Darren could feel his own release building, his body tensing as he felt the hot rush of cum surging through him.

Ruby leaned forward, pressing their bodies together as she moved faster, her hips undulating wildly. "Is it everything you dreamed?." Her words sent a shiver down his spine, heightening the sensation as he thrust upward, meeting her movements with a primal urgency. He could feel his control slipping away, surrendering to the powerful waves of pleasure coursing through him.

He trembled violently as he felt all of his desire and pleasure erupt. Ruby grabbed tightly, wanting to feel every moment of pleasure. She felt her hunger disappear as her eyes glowed. She looked over to see Darren fast asleep with a smile upon his face. She kissed his forehead gently.

“Good night sweet prince and may your dreams continue to come true.”

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

Piece of Art

Josh Kiszka X fem reader

18+ only, minors DNI

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (fem rec), choking if you squint, language, etc.

"You want us to do what?" you asked, looking at the supplies out in front of you. A giant piece of paper lay on the ground, probably 6 foot tall and 4 foot wide. Around it were cups filled with paint, a brush in each one. There was a sheet of plastic between the paper and Josh's beloved hardwood floors.

"Come on, it will be fun" Josh replied, gesturing to it and taking one of your hands to pull you closer. He had a giddy smile on his face, his cheeks just a little hint of red from the sun he had gotten on his hike this morning. How could you ever deny Joshua anything, ever.

"So, let me get this straight" you started, He held you close, nodding for you to continue. "You want us to cover our naked bodies in paint, and then fuck on this piece of paper?" His smile grew as he nodded again, looking at you through his lashes as he waited for your answer. You looked at the setup once more and then back to Josh, still staring at you with that hopeful glimmer in his eye. You sighed, playfully rolling your eyes, "Finee" He did a little jump of excitement and then pulled you into him, kissing you as well as he could with that smile on his face.

"Well lets get started, shall we?" He tugged you to him by your hips, kissing at your neck,

"Hold on" You giggled as you escaped from his grip, "I need to go put my hair up." You walked towards the bathroom to get a hair tie and Josh groaned in impatience. You couldn't help but laugh, wondering how long he'd been planning this, and how excited he was. You put your hair into a messy bun atop your head. As you walked back towards the living room you spoke "Babe if you get ANY paint in my hair there will be hell to-" You stopped in your tracks as you turned the corner. He stood there, nothing on now but that goofy grin on his face. Your eyes scanned him and he was already half hard. "Someone is excited" You teased, "In more ways than one."

"Would you hurry up, stop teasing me" He urged you closer, pulling your shirt over your head. His brow quirked up as he took in your bare chest. He quickly leaned down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue over it as his hands pushed your shorts and panties down your legs. You held his head against you for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his tongue on your skin. Then you pulled him up to your mouth. Kissing this man was one of your favorite things in the whole damn world. It was so innocent and somehow so arousing at the same time, every time. He pulled your naked bodies into one another as he pressed his tongue into your mouth, slow languid movements for how excited he was. This went on for a few moments before he pulled away, his eyes much more dazed now and his smile more lazy.

"What colors do you want?" He asked as he knelt to grab whatever colors you wanted. You looked at your options, he had picked different variations of greens and blues.

"Hmm, that one and........that one" You picked your favorites, the lighter 2 of the 4 colors. You wanted to be able to look at this art later and know what colors were who's, so you made sure to make yours and Josh's very different. You had chosen a light sky blue and a sage green, leaving Josh with a dark navy color, and an emerald green. You watched as he took the first color and stood. He pulled the brush from the cup and that mischievous grin you adored grew on his face. He started to walk around your naked form, admiring you and no doubt thinking about what he wanted to paint. He made it back around to your front and you gasped as the cold brush swept over your hardened nipple. His eyes stayed fixed on your body as he began painting both of your breasts. He was biting his bottom lip as he did it,

"Josh, what position did you have in mind with my boobs on the ground" He stopped and thought for a moment, tilting his head to the side. Then he sunk to the ground, placing a brisk kiss to your clit, and shooting you a wink before starting to paint your knees. You bubbled with laughter as you smacked his arm, "Ha. Ha. very funny"

He threw his head back laughing as your tugged him to his feet, "What? Just being realistic, you love my dick in your mouth" He teased,

"Oh, we are being realistic huh?" You quipped, "In that case." You walked over and grabbed the emerald green paint. Stalking back over to Josh who was still giggling, waiting to see what you were up to. "Turn around." He obliged,

"Hey!" He shrieked, clenching his butt cheeks as the cold paint made contact. You cackled as you brushed the paint on his ass cheeks, laughing at his reflex,

"Well, if we are being realistic you need paint here, cause you'll be on your back, whining and whimpering while I ride you" You teased him right back. He playfully shot you a glare over his shoulder. You moved the brush to the other cheek,

"Fuck thats cold!" He wiggled away. Your cheeks were already hurting from smiling and giggling so much and you were sure Josh's were too.

"Yeah! Imagine that on your tits!" You blurted, flicking his nipple as he hissed and swatted your hand away.

"Alright, alright, maybe this isn't the best approach" He admitted, holding his chin as he looked at the paper and paint. He finally made a move, taking the cups and dumping the paint out in random places on the paper. You moved pour some of the paint as well, "Wait, save some of that one." You looked at him confused as he made his way over, "will you paint my hands?"

"Your hands?" you asked as you picked up a brush

"Mhm" He said as you started to brush the paint on them delicately, "Want to see every place I touched you when we're done" that giddy tone turned sultry for a moment as he looked over your body. "Lay down mama" He backed away, holding his hands palm up as he watched you lay on the paper. You felt the cold paint squish beneath your back as you laid down, the temperature of it quickly evening out with yours. He lowered himself to his knees, and then his hands were on your thighs, spreading them apart as his mouth attached to your clit. You moaned, one hand slamming down into paint and the other reaching for Josh as your hips arched off the ground, his fingertips dug into your thighs as he held you still.

"That fucking tongue" you groaned out as he licked and sucked at your core. He laughed against you, the vibrations only egging you on as you tried to rut your hips against his tongue.

"You love my fucking tongue," he smirked as he started to crawl up your body, now hovering above you. "Don't you baby?"

"Yes, almost as much as I love your cock" you smirked right back, your hand that was free of paint reaching down and wrapping around his length. A low growl rumbled from his chest as you started stroking him. He had one hand on your breast, groping it as he sucked kisses onto your neck. You held his dick, running the head up and down your slick, but never stopping at your entrance, Josh huffed in annoyance as he kept trying to press into you, but never had the perfect chance. You snickered against his cheek as he tried again and failed,

"Come on Josh, don't you want to fuck me?" You mocked, continuing on with your antics. His hand slipped up from your boob up to around your throat,

"You fucker" He laughed breathily against your neck, "Cut it out, you're so damn wet I know you want it just as bad" He bit into your neck and squirmed beneath him, caving and lining him up. He seized the moment, pressing in hard and fast, like he was afraid you'd stop him again. You grappled at his back, repeating his name over and over as he thrusted into you, "See baby, aren't you glad you let me in? Feels so good doesn't it?" He looked down at you, a pleased look on his face as you nodded eagerly. You were sure you were getting paint in your hair but you didn't care. The two of you tumbled around for a while, different positions until both of you were so fucked out, basically edging yourselves, trying to make this experience last as long as possible. So here you were, once again on your back with Josh pounding into you. He'd already made you cum at least 3 times, and he'd watched your face and moaned along with you each and every time. Now you wanted nothing more than to watch him cum for you. You cupped his face in your hand, smearing paint on it in the process, but none the less bringing his gaze to you,

"I want you to cum for me Josh," He closed his eyes as he whimpered at your words, speeding up his thrusts, "Please, I need it, I want it" You whined,

"Gonna paint you with my cum y/n, is that what you want?" he said, and you'd laugh if you weren't so damn turned on.

"Yes, Yes, thats what I want," you barely got the words out before he was pulling out of you and stroking himself. His mouth hung open and he grunted as he indeed painted your belly and core with his release. He sat back on his knees as he caught his breath, his eyes traveling every single inch of your body as he took in his handiwork. You just grinned at him as his eyes met yours,

"Don't move a single inch" He commanded, holding his finger up and hurrying out of the room. You stayed in your spot, sprawled out on the paper, one arm laid back above your head and the other draped over your waist, legs spread just slightly apart. Josh came back into the room, polaroid camera in hand. "Can I?" He asked when he saw you looking at the camera.

"You can't help yourself can you?" You asked, knowing how much Josh treasured the pictures he took of you, naughty or not. He gave you his best puppy dog eyes and you answered, "Of course you can." And just like that he was going to work. Moaning intermittently as he took in the sight. Handprints, around your neck, on your breast, and on your thighs, sticking out against the other paint smeared on your body. And then there was his cum, glistening on your stomach and core. He loved every second of it,

"God, you're a piece of fucking art baby, you know that?" He said as if in disbelief, "Give me another pose love," he requested. You arched your back just a little, bending one leg, and taking a single finger, running it through his cum and then bringing it to your mouth to suck it off, leaving it there for the picture. "Mmm you filthy thing" he rasped out as the camera flashed. You gave him your cheshire cat grin and then he was pulling you up, crashing his lips into yours as his hands traveled down to your ass, squeezing it as he pulled you closer.

"I love you, ya know. Always going along with my wild ideas" He brushed his lips against your cheek and you pulled away to look at him. His beautiful brown eyes brought out even more by the emerald green paint smudged on his perfect face.

"I love you too" you replied, kissing his nose before turning to look at your masterpiece. He held you close, rubbing your back as you both looked at the painting.

"We should frame that and give it to Sam, tell him it's by some prestigious new artist" Josh giggled. You snorted a laugh,

"Give it to Sam?!" You turned to him dramatically, shock in his eyes at your sudden loudness, "Josh we are framing that and hanging it right there above the fireplace!" He laughed against your cheek as you pulled him close again,

"Come on, lets go get cleaned up" he said taking your hand and dragging you off towards the shower. It took everything in you not to die of laughter, watching his cute little painted ass sauntering off in front of you.

[cornflowershade]

Five favorite songs at the moment ✨

thanks for tagging me @distant-screaming ! <3

Okay let's see, what have I been enjoying of late? 🤔 Some picks, in no particular order... :)

ต้องโทษดาว (Blame It on the Stars) - Jimmy Jitaraphol ver.

Alright, where else would I start. I would be AMISS to not mention this because it's been my go-to song ever since I heard it in Last Twilight. This song is so calming to me on a cellular level and just so beautiful!! Literally any time I want to chill or like, calm myself down or be less anxious, I listen to this and it makes me feel so much better. <3 It's just so pretty idk! Makes my mind all dreamy.

Softly - Karan Aujla

This song is just a flowing bop to me. I enjoy the sounds and the beat and the tune and I always have to play it at least twice because it ends too soon! I like how listening to it feels both calm and tilty. (Does tilty make sense as a description lol? It puts you slightly off-kilter but in a fun satisfying way? Y'know that feeling of being out in a chilly rain when the air is all fresh and expansive? Yeah. That's the chorus to me.) I find Indian music is always very nostalgic (even though I was never taught how to understand any of it) so there's a comfort-music vibe infused here, too, that just... takes me back to childhood a little. :)

แค่คืบ (One Palm Distance) - Satang Kittiphop ver.

Again, Last Twilight soundtrack killing it. Lullaby vibes, okay. Satang's voice is lovely as ever here and it's just!! He made a great version of this song. I often listen to this after Jimmy's song and it's also quite tranquil to me. (Though now I do have a tendency to giggle at the "uuhhuhhuhhhuhh" parts because it reminds me of that clip where Satang is trying to sing this but falls apart with laughter because Mark is. Being Mark in the background.)

Sweet Venom - ENHYPEN

Okay time to get a little more upbeat! I don't listen to as much k-pop as I used to, but I heard this recently and it got to meee! It's one of those songs that's just a fun time and great to dance to as well! I got to play this on a speaker at work two days ago and it was very satisfying xD

มาดูแมวดำน้ำทำกับข้าวบ้านเรามั้ย (Saturday Night) - BRIGHT

Ending with another Thai song because yeah that's mostly what I listen to, still! I actually heard this one because I was watching a compilation of FirstKhao stage performances and they did a cover of this which I enjoyed a lot!! Absolutely recommend that version as well, they were great and it's probably my favorite rendition actually xD I like how it's kinda jazzy. I'm not always a fan of that but I quite enjoy it here, it's a vibeee!

Tagging: @celestial-sapphicss @qt-qtoey @khaofirsts @firstkanaphans @lamonnaie ~ no pressure! <3

[tivajunkie]

“Giggles” and “Tilty” 😂

[chrisodonline]

"Work with the guy but don't let him shoot you in the back of the head." Lolz, Sam! It's like you actually WERE in the last episode!

"Everyone has a tell."

OMG! Classic Sallen! I love that Sam has a tell, and G has a tell. And they both realize it, but the other refuses.

"Giggles."

"Tilty."

I LOVE THEM FOREVER!

Also, I love that they acknowledged Callen's giggle. Because his giggle is Chris O'D's giggle, and it is the cutest Winnie-the-Pooh-esque giggle ever.

OVERWATCH! Jargon Bingo Card!

[itsthegayseason]

✦ THE PLASTIC AND THE ART FREAK.

pairing — janis ian x plastic!reader

content — petname (baby), smut, fingering (reader receiving)

a/n — i'm new to writing, or at least haven't done that in literal years, so any criticism (written like you're talking to a child because i'm sensitive /hj) is appreciated!! feel free to correct me on grammar / spelling mistakes as english isn't my first language and i'm not at all fluent.

+18 ONLY, MDNI.

you're in the school restroom, fixing your hair. you sigh, letting your head down as you grip the sink. you're one of the plastics, the new addition to the group. it's been a few months, and each passing day you feel like you hate regina george a bit more. why don't you leave? you ask yourself the same question, staring at yourself in the mirror. the bathroom door opens, making you jump in surprise. you quickly recompose yourself, fixing your posture and lifting your chin, the confidence returning to your face - though it's just a facade. you don't turn to look who just entered, but by the corner of your eye you're able to see - it's janis ian.

regina george says you have to hate her, and you pretend you do. but in art class, you can't help the glances you shoot towards the black haired girl. or during lunch, or in the hallways, or when you would pass by her work at the mall, or... anywhere, really. something about her pulled you in, and pretending it didn't was getting harder and harder. when she would look back at you, your heart raced faster than it ever did. just thinking about her made your heart race and your palms sweat.

janis stops at the sink, eyeing you up and down. you roll your eyes at her gaze, trying to hide the happiness you felt at the fact she was even looking at you. "you good?" your face contorts in confusion, turning to look at her. "are you talking to me?" you ask and she raises a brow. "there's only you and me here, so..."

"oh. right." you say quickly, looking at your reflection again. "yeah, i'm good. why do you care?" janis frowns at your cold answer, crossing her arms as she leans against the sink. "i don't, just being nice."

"janis ian and nice in the same sentence? oh, that's new." you say with a chuckie, not looking at her. janis scoffs, turning around and entering one of the stalls. you let out a heavy sigh, putting a hand over your heart to calm yourself down - at least, try to. when janis exits the stall, she smirks and shakes her head, walking up to the sink. "still here?"

"no, i'm in japan." you respond quickly. your response makes janis let out a small giggle that makes you heart all fuzzy and warm. "wow. you can laugh?" janis' face quickly changes at that, and you mentally curse yourself for being snarky all the time. it's all regina's fault, you think.

"shocking, i'm a human." she says, lowly. she turns to leave and your heart drops at that. you can't take it anymore. you grab her wrist, turning her around, your faces just inches apart. "what the-" she trails off, eyes narrowed and glancing towards your hand around her wrist. "i'm sorry." you quickly apologize. janis' expression softens slightly at that, but she's still suspicious. she opens her mouth. "i'm sorry." you repeat, knowing exactly what she was going to say. "what?"

"wow, i never thought i'd hear those words coming out of your mouth." she says, relaxing her body a bit. you sigh, looking at your feet. "i know... it's just... i never heard your laugh before. it's... it's pretty." you blush a little as you speak nervously, stuttering. janis raises a brow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "my laugh is pretty? mind saying that again, pretty girl?" the name makes you blush harder, even though you know she meant in the insulting way - whoever came up with that. "you're not blushing right now. are you?" she teases.

you nervously step closer to her, never letting go of her wrist though your grip loosened. "maybe a bit." you whisper, finally looking into her eyes. she lets out a small chuckle, tilting her head. "what?" you ask in another whisper, glancing at her lips quickly. she leans closer with a mischievous grin. you could hear your own heart beating as you lean in too. "you gonna kiss me? regina's minion is gonna kiss me?" janis whispers teasingly, and you groan at that. you let go of her wrist, hand moving to the back of her neck as you pull her closer, kissing her deeply. janis freezes for a few seconds since she didn't think you were actually going to kiss her. but soon enough, she's kissing you back, gripping your hips and gently pushing you against the sink.

you moan against her lips, feeling a familiar heat between your legs. she nips at your bottom lip and you groan, pulling away and breathing heavily. "don't do that." you whisper and she giggles. "why?"

"just... don't do it. now shut up and kiss me, okay?" she shrugs, kissing you even deeper now. her hands move up and down your waist gently, with a touch of possessiveness that gives you butterflies. you slowly part your legs, grinding against janis' leg. for a few moments, she pretends not to notice. you gasp as she presses her knee against your cunt, grinning. "you really thought i wouldn't notice?"

you blush as she whispers against your neck, nipping and kissing it gently, almost too gently - definitely teasing. you whine, grinding against her leg almost desperately. "janis, please?" you whisper. "please, what?" she purrs, her hot breath against your earlobe, making you shiver. "what do you want, baby?" you whine at the petname. "c'mon, say it."

"please... please, fuck me, janis. do it." you beg, looking at her with big pleading eyes that fills her with pride. she swiftly pulls your skirt down, caressing your bare skin. you moan. "don't tease!"

"okay, bossy." she says teasingly, cupping your cunt over your panties, making you moan softly. "you're soaking, baby." you roll your eyes at that. "yeah, no shit. now fuck me, will you?" she narrows her eyes but pulls your panties to the side, rubbing your clit harshly. you gasp. "ah, fuck..."

"you like it??" she asks proudly, biting your neck. "want me to fuck you?" you nod frantically at that, pushing your hips against her fingers. you let out a long, low moan as she slips one finger inside of your wet pussy. she grins, watching every little reaction on your face. "can you take two?" you nod again. she doesn't need words, slipping another finger inside you. she sets a slow pace, her fingers moving in and out of you while she rubs your clit.

"i hope that door is locked." you gasp out between moans, glancing over to the restroom's entrance. she shakes her head, your heart beats even faster. "it's not? fuck, anyone can walk in-" you begin, trying to get janis off you, but she quickens the pace of her fingers, leaving you a moaning mess. "don't worry, no one will." she reassures. you quickly forget about your worries as janis grabs one of your breasts under your shirt, squeezing it over the thin fabric of your bra. your moans get progressively louder as you feel the familiar knot on your stomach, gripping janis' shoulder. "janis- gonna cum!" you whine, bucking your hips in rhythm with her fingers inside you, eyes rolling back.

"then cum, baby." she whispers. you let out a long, high pitched moan of pleasure as you come undone under her fingers, coating her hand. she smirks, slowing down but not stopping until you're panting with shaky legs. she slowly pulls her fingers out of you, licking them clean. sighing you lean back against the sink with your head back, trying to regain your cool. the bell rings and you jump in surprise, making janis chuckle. she quickly pulls your panties and skirt up. you try to protest, but the door opens before you even open your mouth.

you hear gretchen's voice, but janis already got into a stall, winking at you before closing the door. "oh, hey, girl!" karen says with a smile as she enters the restroom alongside the plastics. you smile at her, fixing your hair before regina notices - too busy arguing with someone on her phone while gretchen supports her, earning a shove from her. you go back to your usual plastic, mean self, acting like nothing happened between you and janis. but if there's one thing you're sure of, is that you want to do it again. as soon as possible.

[mrslilyrogers]

Betrayal Part 7

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: (AU) Set in New York. You and Bucky have been married for 5 years. He’s the love of your life and you are his. At least, you thought you were until he started slipping away from you, coming home late and smelling of another woman’s perfume? You are in denial. Are you just losing your mind or are you really losing him?

Author’s notes: I’m so so sorry this took so long! I redid the whole thing. We’re going to back up a bit in this chapter and visit the past. Please check the warnings before reading. Also, my requests are open. Send ideas if you’re feeling particularly angsty! Or even fluff, I’d like to try my hand at it. As always, let me know what you think of this chapter! For tags, please send in ask! 

Warnings: Cheating, Angst, Abuse, Swearing

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6

2 years ago.

Bucky tapped his fingers on the table as he checked his watch again. 8:15. Forty-five minutes late. Again. He let out a huge sigh, barely able to hold himself from scratching his eyes out. The curly-haired waitress went back to him with an apologetic look on her face, “I’m sorry, sir. My manager told me I really need to take your order now. There’s already a line waiting outside…” she let her sentence trail sheepishly. Bucky tried to ignore the heat creeping up his cheeks and gave her an unconvincing smile instead, reciting his order. When she left with visible relief on her face, he picked up his phone and called his wife again. He had tried to call and text her earlier but she hadn’t picked up.

“Hello?” Y/N answered, sounding frazzled and irritated as she cleaned up after her rude customer. He just had the audacity to leave a mess after complaining and whining about the wifi three times. She could barely keep her eyes from rolling. 

“Hey, babe. Where are you? I’ve been waiting for you at the restaurant,” Bucky’s defeated voice on the other line replied. 

“Oh shit!” She shrieked, attracting the heads of the other customers as she glanced at the clock on the wall. She had lost track of time. Bucky had been waiting for her for almost an hour. On their anniversary. Oh crap, crap, crap. 

“Oh my god, baby. I’m so sorry! I’m understaffed and I lost track of time! Could you please wait for me? I’m so sorry!” She quickly took off her apron and changed into the dress she had brought with her that morning for their date. Bucky had been planning this. He arranged for Lizzie’s babysitter and everything, practically bouncing off with excitement for this night. He wanted to try out this new restaurant and between raising Lizzie and making sure Winter Bakery was still making a profit, they haven’t seen much of each other lately. She just couldn’t find the time whereas Bucky’s stable position in Shield gave him more authority to delegate. And he literally had been trained for this for years. All those late-nighters at the university and all the grunt work he and Steve went through have finally paid up. They were at the top of their game, one of the youngest to acquire their positions. They were heroes in the investment banking world. Life was easy for him now, cherry on top of the cake. He only wished Y/N could be there with him. But she was still on shaky ground with her business and he fully understood that. 

“Of course! I already picked our appetizers though. They were trying their best to kick me out gently if I didn’t order anything,” 

“Oh, my poor Bucky. You should’ve flashed them your smile, charmed your way. They would’ve made you stay,” she replied, fixing her ponytail, not having the time to retouch her makeup anymore. This’ll just have to do. 

“Really, now. It was a waitress, you know.” He teased back. 

A beat before Y/N replied in mock seriousness. “In that case, don’t you dare. I’ll be there in 15!” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it. See you, babe. I love you--,” 

But before he could even finish his sentence, the line had dropped on the other end.  

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1 year ago.

“Daddy, look, apples!” Lizzie pointed from her seat in the grocery cart. Her legs swinging as she giggled at the heap of apples on their side. “Yeah, baby, you’re right.” Bucky replied absentmindedly, not even bothering to look as he stared confusedly at the bunch of green vegetables in front of him. The list Y/N gave him said scallions, but how the hell was he supposed to know which was which? Scallions, spring onions, green onions, they were all the same right? He suddenly regretted volunteering to do their grocery shopping alone, having no clue what half of the list Y/N prepared even meant. It was the weekend, they were all supposed to go together and then have a quick visit to the toy store after, for one more of Lizzie’s birthday gifts. She had just turned 3 a week ago and he couldn’t help but promise to let her pick out another doll. When Y/N had given him a pointed look while Lizzie clung on and gushed to him, he couldn’t help but to just give her a tiny shrug. He grew up with nothing, he was gonna give his little girl everything. But that morning when he thought the three of them finally had time to spend together, Y/N couldn’t make it again. She was having problems with her manager and had to go into work unexpectedly. Now, she wasn’t even answering his calls when he had to ask her about the most complicated grocery list he’s ever seen in his whole life. 

“Daddy, when are we getting my doll?” Lizzie asked again, looking up at him as she clutched her favorite white wolf stuffed toy. 

“After this, sweetheart.” He answered, preoccupied and calling Y/N again. This time when she didn’t answer, he gave up, grabbed the one nearest to him and hoped for the best. 

When he’s gotten halfway through the list and let Lizzie point at the snacks she wanted for school, he let his mind wander, when the hell had they become like this? He barely saw his wife anymore. Her problems with her bakery cafe, always dragging her away from them. He wished she could find competent people who would stay but if it weren’t her manager, it was her baker and so on. And if she was finally free, he’d be the one who was busy. It was hard and annoying but coupled that with taking care of an over-enthusiastic three-year-old, it was also exhausting.

He missed Y/N and he wished he could spend time with her. He completely understood that she was always needed at work. He had been through that in their early 20s, but they didn’t have a kid then to compete for their time and understanding it was different from actually living it. Their marriage had become stagnant. The banality of their everyday life, a stark contrast to how they used to be when they were just a couple of kids off college who rented a too-small apartment with his little sister, Becca. Time has flown and he’s finally achieved the life he’s always wanted; a big duplex apartment, a steady high-income job and a family he had always yearned for but never really knew he needed. All of the things he promised himself when he was younger and had nothing, he had now and more, yet there was still something missing. He missed the thrill of his life, chasing his dreams had always kept him motivated, distracted. Now that he had it all, he was at his wits’ end. Maybe it was because they were also growing apart, he could feel it. Y/N had always been able to make him happy and whole; he had always been able to rely on her emotionally. She was the better part of him and now that she was becoming distant, he hung onto her like a lifeline but his insistence on going on vacations as a family wherever his wife and daughter wanted went unheard, all his attempts at romancing cancelled. 

Even as he lined up now for the cashier, he whipped out his phone to text her. His hands had been busy typing when a brooding, dark-haired man stood behind him dressed in all black. His arms were muscled despite his age and the sagging skin on his right arm holding a tattoo of an odd skull with tentacles extending out of it was barely covered by his shirtsleeve. 

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t little Bucky,” a familiar husky voice mocked from behind him. 

Bucky immediately felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, the voice sending a deep chill down his spine, making him go rigid as he slowly turned around, the blood draining from him when he went face to face with the man who had made his life a living hell, the man who not only broken him physically but in spirit as well. Repeatedly. 

“You some errand boy now? I didn’t raise you to be like that, you know,” He continued to mock, tipping his chin to the cart with Lizzie still on it. 

“Do you know him, daddy?” She asked, holding her little wolf tighter as she watched the stranger warily. 

“Hey there, sweetie. Your daddy didn’t tell you about me? That’s weird. I raised him and your aunt Rebecca a long time ago. My name is Rumlow,” he flashed her a chilling smile, stepping closer to offer his hand. That’s when the fog in Bucky’s brain cleared. He moved with a lightning fast reflex, stepping in between them as he got in Rumlow’s face, fisting his collar harshly in one hand, 

“Don’t you dare go near her,” his dark and low voice had threatened, dripping venom. His eyes had dilated, almost turning black as he shoved him hard. Rumlow’s grating laugh echoed around them, bringing back all those awful memories he had buried deep inside his head. 

“I’ve taught you well, boy. Can’t say I’m not proud,” He clapped and actually smiled at him smugly. At this point, Lizzie had started crying making Bucky even more furious. 

“I don’t ever want to see your face again. And if you go near my daughter again, I’ll make you fucking regret it. Do you understand?” His threats went on deaf ears as Rumlow broke out into a full-fledged grin. 

“I’d love to see you try, James. You’ve grown soft,” He accused, eyeing Lizzie and the grocery he had still lined up, several heads already looking at them. 

“Lucky for you. I have a new son here,” He continued, tilting his head to the boy standing by his mostly empty cart-- save for the beer and the liquor. Bucky flicked his attention to the boy and he felt his world spin as he saw himself in him with his eyes haunted, wary and afraid. He couldn’t have been older than eight. Rumlow smirked at the look on Bucky’s face, already detecting the turmoil brewing inside him. He had succeeded. He always knew Bucky was weak, his emotions his downfall. The fear and guilt clearly written in Bucky’s eyes made Rumlow gloat as he talked to the boy, 

“What did I say, Bert, huh? You’ll only have food if you go get it yourself. Why are you still standing there?” 

The boy looked around the big grocery store, mentally taking note of the stalls and where they were currently at, memorizing it in case he got lost but still, he didn’t move. Bucky looked at Rumlow and he saw the same look he’d always had directed at him before, his taunting eyes daring the boy to go or face the consequences. 

“But I’m scared,” the boy replied, his voice small and frightened. Rumlow moved to him, bending his knees to get to his eye level. “Well then, you just won’t have to eat,” he told him in a hushed voice, pouting and mocking. 

Bucky didn’t have to hear it to know the exact words, buried memories rushing back to the surface. He heard it countless times directed at him. The boy ran to the nearest stall, his heart pounding and hoping Rumlow would still be at that same spot when he came running back. Bucky knew the feeling, it was like he was living it all over again. As much as he wanted to help, he was rooted to the spot, even Lizzie’s crying couldn’t move him. Rumlow stood back up and faced him. “You were always my favorite,” he told him proudly as he pushed his own cart away from them, no doubt to give Bert an even harder chance of finding him. 

Just before he got too far, he swiftly turned around, feigning innocence as he said, “Oh and by the way, say hi to Rebecca for me,”  His lips twisted up into a sneering smirk as he left, whistling without a care in the world. And just like that Bucky was moving, grabbing Lizzie and getting out of that store as fast as he could, hoping Rumlow would stay out of his life forever. 

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“I’m never letting you do the groceries again!” Y/N screeched, a horrified look on her face as she stared at their fridge. After the incident with Rumlow, Bucky had brought Lizzie to the toy store, allowing her to buy all the stuffed toys and dolls she wanted instead of just the previously promised one doll. They had gone to lunch after, he kept Lizzie distracted as much as possible to forget the man she had just met. When she brought him up again, he told her it was just a friend he didn’t like very much and that she shouldn’t bring it up to her mom because it was nothing, he promised he never had to see that man again. Lizzie seemed satisfied with his answer and went back to her usual chirpy self. On their way home, they passed by another grocery store. He had mindlessly strolled the aisles and grabbed whatever he thought they needed, his head at a different place, much as it still is now.

“Bucky, we don’t need four cartons of milk, why would you even get this?” Y/N asked incredulously, shaking her head as she chuckled. 

Bucky had been staring off into space, not hearing what his wife had been saying. “Uhm, hello Bucky, you still with me?” she teased, waving a hand in front of his face. 

“Oh sorry, what was that?” He asked, glancing up at her from his perch by the kitchen counter. The coffee he had brewed, now cold in his hands. 

“Hey, you okay?” she asked, looking at him with concern in her eyes. 

“Yeah, just didn’t sleep well,” he waved dismissively. Y/N felt a pang of guilt. He’d been bugging her to spend more time together, planning outings and dates that she never seemed to find time for. 

“Well, I finally have the day free. Why don’t we go out, watch a movie or have a picnic? It’ll be fun,” she suggested, draping a hand over his shoulder while her chin rested on the other, her elbow propped up on the countertop to keep an eye level with him. 

“I can’t, I’m sorry, babe. I promised to meet up with Thor,” he moved away from her touch, standing up. Y/N looked at him confusedly, “Okay, how about after?”

“Gotta go over some accounts with Sam, sorry love. I’ll be back before dinner,” He gave her a quick kiss to the cheek before heading out. Y/N stared after him, brows knitted, before shrugging. She’ll just get her errands around the house done then. 

After pounding the punching bag in Thor’s gym incessantly, Bucky found himself aimlessly walking around the streets, he just needed to clear his head. The little boy’s face was still etched in his mind as he opened the door to a bar. A little too early, he knew but he couldn’t shake off the nagging thought plaguing his mind. 

How could he have let that monster roam free while he had lived his life without even a glance back? 

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Years ago.

Bucky held Becca’s hand as they ascended the rickety steps of their new home. They had just lost their parents and were now moving into an unfamiliar house. The case worker had told them they were lucky not to be separated and that they shouldn’t worry; they were getting a good foster father who would take care of them from now on. 

“I had interviewed him myself, you see,” She told the children, beaming with pride. 

“I couldn’t have found a better one for you guys, why, this area is still very close to where you grew up in. You could still visit your old haunts,” She ruffled Becca’s hair, trying to lighten the mood while the little girl just moved farther away, hiding behind her big brother. The worn-out door which at once might have been painted pristine white but now had chippings hanging off of it suddenly opened with a creak, a man with a charming and easy nature stepped out with a warm smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“You guys are here! Welcome, welcome, please come in!” He gestured humbly to his house. Becca squeezed Bucky’s hand tighter which he squeezed back in return, reassuring her. There was something about this man that wasn’t quite right. He seemed relaxed and easy-going, a smile continuously plastered on his face but there was a lethality to him that the children couldn’t seem to shake off, almost as if it was buried deep inside waiting to be unleashed. The case worker hung on his every word, giggling as they talked. She slapped his arm with the horrible looking tattoo that gave Becca a fright. The children barely moved from the sofa they were seated at after the introductions. 

“It’s usually like this. Don’t worry. They start to open up after a while,” the case worker sympathized with Brock, the man who introduced himself as their new foster father; he would treat them as his own, he had promised. 

“It’s alright. I understand. After my wife, I’ve been all alone and this, this is a blessing to me,” He told her as he turned to the children. Her hand strayed to his arm again and lingered there. 

“Oh, Brock, you are a good man. They’re great children, they won’t give you trouble.” She replied, patting his arm for reassurance. It didn’t miss Bucky how she hung off his every word. 

“But I should get going, I will check up on you in a week. Children, be good. You have my number if you need anything,” She stood up, smoothing the wrinkles on her blazer.

“Wait, you’re leaving us already?” Bucky couldn’t help the whine that escaped his voice. He didn’t miss the darkness that spilled over Brock’s face for a split second before he carefully put his smile back on again. 

“I’ll be back in a week, Bucky. Don’t you worry,” the case worker smiled before she walked out the door leaving him and Becca to a stranger. 

When she was out of sight, Brock had suddenly changed his demeanor. The smile on his face had turned into a scowl when he faced them. “Alright, listen up both of you,”  he boomed, his voice cruel. “Grab your things and get on to your rooms. I don’t want to hear any noise. No running around, and if I see you making a mess. You bet your little asses, you’ll pay for it,” He stood up and left them to their bags. 

“But Mr. Brock, I’m thirsty,” Becca piped up, looking up at him timidly. The man’s grating laugh rumbled as he threw his head back, shaking it.  

“That’s Rumlow to both of you, you hear me?  Don’t make that mistake again. Now, come here,” He said, beckoning both the children to come over. Once they reached the kitchen, he pointed to the high cupboard. “You see that?” He asked Becca, dropping low to get to her eye level. When she just nodded her head, he continued, “That’s where the glasses and the plates are. If you want something in this house, you go get it yourself. I’m not your nanny,” He held Becca’s face in his hand roughly. His fingers wrapped around her cheeks tight as he held her by the chin. Bucky felt his fists clench at his sides, pushing Rumlow as far as he could with his eleven year old might.  

“Stop that!” He screamed. Their parents never hurt them. How dare this man think he could do this to his little sister? 

“Oh you wanna be the man of the house?” Rumlow jeered, shoving Bucky back making him fall to the floor. Becca’s sniffles grew louder as she tried to stop her crying, her shoulders shaking from her effort. As Bucky lay sprawled, Rumlow scooted down menacingly to him, 

“You dare push me when you were just whining like a little bitch a while ago, you wanna man up? Alright, I’ll allow it,” he taunted, pondering it for a moment before his sinister smile came back on. “Let’s see how long you’ll last protecting your little sister.” He gripped his face by the chin, fingers squeezing exceedingly tight on his cheeks before he pushed him off and he hit the floor. 

“I won’t be some parent to you that you could twist around your little fingers, no. I’ll make you into the best man you could be. I will teach you about order. And order only comes through pain,” He drilled into him like a soldier as he stretched his legs back up, his measured steps going to the fridge to fish out a beer. He took a long gulp before he continued, 

“And the sooner you learned that, the better,” 

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Bucky sat alone at one of the benches by the field at his school, choosing solitude over the roar of the cafeteria after a particularly bad morning at home. Their foster father had woken up drunk and had haphazardly thrown things at them when Bucky accidentally burnt the eggs he had been cooking for his and Becca’s packed lunch for school. He picked on the peanut butter sandwich he prepared, not having the appetite to eat when he heard jeering voices from a group of boys and sounds of flesh being hit again and again with accompanying grunts of pain. He felt his feet move on instinct when he found them by the bleachers, a scrawny boy at the center of a group huddling over him, they were laughing as he tried to fight them off, not once being able to land a punch. The blood pumped in Bucky’s veins, a constant beating in his ears, as he grabbed the biggest of the bullies by the collar and harshly yanked him off the tiny, blonde boy now sprawled on the floor with his skinny arms covering his face. When one of the other kids tried to punch him, he deftly moved out of the way and delivered a swift blow to his stomach, making sure to spare his face so as not to get in trouble. That was how Rumlow did it, might as well use the same trick right? 

“What? Who wants to go next?” He threatened, loving the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the power he had with defending someone so helpless. The lanky blonde boy stood up beside him, blood dripping from his mouth as he held both his fists up, “I can do this all day,” he said, catching his breath but his stance clearly indicated he could barely stand up straight. Bucky just looked at him weirdly, not knowing whether to find him stupid or brave. The bullies stood against them, unsure. Bucky was the same age as them, only slightly bigger. Him and the blonde boy were still clearly outnumbered but Bucky’s eyes held a lethal strength in them, his body coiled with unleashed brutality, ready to fight. The bullies scrambled out of there as fast as they could, their feet tripping over them. 

“Yeah next time, pick on someone your own size!” he hollered before looking back at the blonde boy who looked younger than them but held himself with such maturity that it didn’t seem possible. He decided right then and there he was going to make him his new friend. Rumlow had always taught him about his belief of the natural order of the world, that strength and might always won the day and that order could only be achieved through pain. If you could inflict it on others, you were stronger, better. Weaker men were useless, had to be beaten up and put in their place. “That’s just the way of the world,” he had said. But Bucky was old and smart enough to see right through his facade. He was a bully, feeding off of people who couldn’t fight back. Bucky was going to be different, he wouldn’t bow down to his will. He just needed to protect his sister, spare her from the taint of Rumlow’s anger and prove that he wouldn't become the man Rumlow has been conditioning him to be. 

“You alright?” Bucky asked the boy standing beside him who was touching the bruise forming on his forehead.

“Yeah, thanks for helping me,” he replied sheepishly, ashamed he couldn’t fight for himself.

“Next time, just don’t provoke them, they aren’t worth it.” 

“But they were wrong. Bullies, I’d always stand up to them,” the blonde brushed his hair back from his forehead, determination steeling his voice. Bucky smiled, maybe he could learn a thing or two from this boy too. 

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Steve, what’s yours?”

“Bucky. Steve, you’re a little punk. You know that?” he said teasingly, laughing. 

Steve grinned back, “Jerk,” 

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Present

The light filtered into the room as the curtains were drawn back harshly causing Bucky to groan on his bed, flitting a pillow to cover his eyes. 

“Buck, come on. Get up,” Steve’s firm voice spoke through the fog in his mind. 

“Get out, Steve, I’m sleeping.” he replied, turning his back to the hand shaking his shoulder.

“How long are you going to do this? It’s been two weeks. Have you even talked to your family yet?” Steve’s judgmental voice rang out, hard and unforgiving. 

“She doesn’t even wanna see me,” he huffed, anger at himself boiling in his veins. He hasn’t seen his daughter in two weeks. Y/N’s short, cold replies to his messages were just updates on how Lizzie was doing, anything regarding Y/N, he had no idea about. He didn’t even know what sort of excuses she made up for Lizzie, how his “work trip” kept getting extended. When the hell could they keep that charade up? He was lucky enough she was letting him talk to his daughter on the phone for a few minutes every once in a while. He sat up on the bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he reached for the bottle of whiskey at the bedside table. These days he could only fall asleep when he’s had one too many to drink and even then, he’d still wake up with a headache that could only be dulled by alcohol. He barely even made it to work everyday. Sam had been good enough to cover for him, staying on neutral ground with everything that’s happening to his marriage although his eyes said otherwise, disappointment etched in them. All the while Steve had ignored him the entire time since the hospital. No amount of apologies moved him from his stance except today, when he suddenly barged into the hotel room Bucky has been renting like he owned the place. 

“Jesus, Bucky, stop that!” He swiped the bottle Bucky held between his lips, splashing amber liquid on his shirt and bed. 

“Damn it, Steve! Look what you did!  Give that back,” Bucky held his arm out, his reflexes slow as he tried to grab it from his friend. 

“Jesus Christ. You smell terrible. How much have you had to drink last night?” Steve fanned the air around him trying to rid the stench of alcohol and sweat.

“How the hell did you even get in here?” Bucky’s pissed off voice grumbled but one look at Steve’s intense stare with his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched, standing straight as a drill sergeant, arms crossed at his chest with his muscles bulging out of his fitted gray Under Armour shirt; he knew. The punk had intimidated his way in. No doubt leaving a poor breathless, flustered receptionist in his wake. 

“You could get that receptionist fired, you know?” He tried appealing to his best friend’s better nature.

“You wouldn’t tell. Plus, it isn’t as if she didn’t get a hefty tip. Go take a shower, Buck, you stink.” Steve didn’t budge, staring him down with a disgusted look on his face. Bucky just scoffed, 

“And then what? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Y/N kicked me out, man. Just go home, you’re wasting your time.” 

Steve’s hardened face softened as he looked at his friend. His eyes were puffy, his skin pale as he scratched his wildly unkempt beard, his greasy hair sticking out on one side. What the hell had happened to Bucky? How had it gone so bad for his friend in a matter of days? He suddenly moved out of instinct, collecting clothes strewn everywhere and packed them into the suitcase at the corner of the room. 

“Steve, what the hell are you doing?” Bucky exhaled loudly. It was too early for this. Where the hell was his drink? 

“Get your ass moving, Bucky. You’re staying at my place,”

[honestsycrets]

Evergreen [ Ivar x Reader ]

❛ pairing | ivar x reader

❛ type | drabble

❛ summary | door six for @ivarsrideordie​ meets a request for setting up a christmas tree with Ivar.

❛  tags | drabble, mention of fighting, modern au, short and sweet.

All you wanted for the holiday season was a fresh tree. The one you had was big and tall and maybe close to touching the roof; sure. It should be perfect, in theory, but it was fake. Its plasticy limbs didn’t immerse your home in that homely scent of the season that Ivar insisted you light a quote on quote dumb candle for. Instead, all it did was remind you of how you probably should have taken your ornaments and Jul log outside. There had been many a fight about it. 

There’s a loud booming knock at the front door. At this time in the afternoon, he should be at work. Perhaps he forgot something at home, you thought, bundling up in a warm burgundy blanket and slipping down from your comfortable couch toward the front door. Outside, your boyfriend howled your name like another dog. Much like your dogs, baying at the front door that daddie was home yet again. 

With a pop of the lock, you swung the door open.

“Daddie’s home, Kohlie,” you said, bundled uptight. You quickly realized that no-- it’s not just Ivar who wheels his sad ass in after the latest fight, hauling the base of a clumsily chopped tree. There’s Hvitserk too. Across your man’s lap, you recognize the axe that his father left him after his death. 

“You didn’t!” you giggled as you inspected the other end. The happy go lucky puppy, Hvitserk, bobbed in after Kohlie and Ivar, holding the opposing end of a tree that weren’t exactly the same size as your perfect fake Christmas tree. It had imperfections: like people. That was why you loved them. Different in their own ways! Unique; not like the tree that Ivar had brought home on a trip home after the supermarket. “It’s a real tree!” 

“I did.” Ivar heaved the wheel of his chair, inwardly smiling and outwardly displaying his glee at your reaction with the twinge of a smile on his lip.

“Hate to break this up but— It’s not exactly the lightest thing you’ve bought.” Hvitserk grumbled as you closed the door behind him. 

“Shhh, let me enjoy things,” you bit back. You alleviated the weight off of Ivar to waddle with Hvitserk, bossing him toward your favorite area: the bedroom. Ivar hates the lights. Moreso the glittery, obnoxious star on top. But he would put up with it; if he had to. 

Oh and he had to.

“By the creeper window?” Ivar asks, motioning to the large bay windows you loved. Ivar was less fond of it: he installed the blinds claiming some creepy old man would see you changing despite the fact that he’d been sure to move thirty-- no, forty minutes out of the city.

“Yes, Ivar, by the creeper windows.“ 

“Just pick a place,” complains Hvitserk as he waddles with you. Once it’s leaned against the wall, he hops back down to Ubbe’s truck for the base. It’s not easy to get it up; but you two manage with Ivar’s impeccably picky guidance. Hvitserk excuses himself out, grumbling about his back-- just to make Ivar feel a little guilty. 

It leaves Ivar scooting around the room to the plastic bin you had out for Christmas. Your hands land on the low back of his wheelchair, whirling him around. He releases his hold on his wheels and allows you to climb over him, cupping his stubbly cheeks and kissing his dry lips once, twice, three times-- he could get used to that.

“It’s exactly what I wanted. Just think about it! We can decorate it and have Christmas in here-- just me and you. Red and-- white? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” 

Exactly what you wanted was a slightly patchy, tilty green tree. It smelled of Christmas and whatever other insect was probably crawling around on it. He’d been careful chopping this one down with his brother; and still, he knew he had work to do on it. Forget the lights, the ornaments: it would be a pain to crawl his ass under to water every single fucking day. Not to mention fighting with the temperature of the room. It was going to be a pain in the ass to deal with this thing. 

“Are you listening, Ivar?” 

But if you looked at him like that, he thought, it might just be worth it. Your lips brushed over his, teasing a kiss with gentle motions. When they finally clasp over his, he smiles through the kiss. 

“If that’s what you want, baby.”

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