#prague baby yeah

[protect-daniel-james]

honeymoon for the Hammer husbands!!

[peachhcs]

can we get any this from Sammy and Will at world I just need my broken heart to be fix for one moment

night out in prague

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

a night off in the city leads to the usa men's team heading into the city for a much needed night out.

1.4k words

as promised, here is some of samy and will at worlds before they broke up because i said i would still write about their happy moments in between the sadness to get a small break from the angst :)

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will's gaze stuck itself to samy as she walked towards him with a drunk smile spread across her lips. she wandered off towards the bar an hour ago taking shots with some of the girlfriends of the guys with will keeping a watchful eye on her a few tables away. he enjoyed seeing her get along so well with the others despite their age difference to some of the other players on the team.

the blonde forgot his conversation he was having as samy reached his side. he quickly smiled down at her, "hi."

"hi. miss anything exciting?" the girl wondered, tucking her head into will's shoulder since he was her height sitting in the booth.

"not really. enjoy your shots?" will chuckled lightly when samy eagerly nodded.

"so good. you should've done a round with us," the brunette always got more touchy whenever she got drunk. her fingers reached to will's curls to play with them and the action had the boy flushing.

he loved the feeling of samy's fingers in his hair, but being around everyone else while she did it was still something the boy was getting used to.

the other guys at the table hardly even noticed, but it still sent a blush across will's cheeks nonetheless.

"i'm hungry," samy mumbled as she leaned more into her boyfriend. his arm wrapped around her waist basically keeping her up against him.

"wanna leave soon?" will wondered.

"no, i'm okay. don't wanna pull you away," she hummed towards the guys still in their own conversation will stopped listening to.

"i don't mind. i was thinking about leaving soon anyway," the blonde said.

"are you sure?" samy never wanted to pull her boyfriend away if he wasn't ready to leave. she didn't mind hanging around longer as long as she probably started drinking water instead of more alcohol.

"yeah, i'm sure. don't worry," the hockey player beamed up at her. his smile was hard to ignore knowing he was being serious, so samy returned it.

"okay, as long as you're sure. i'll say bye to luke," the younger girl caught sight of her brother a few tables down.

the middle hughes saw his sister walking towards him, smiling a bit, "what's up little hughesy?" poor samy would never escape that nickname, especially whenever she was around her brothers since they were always "hughesy" before her.

"will and i are gonna leave. just wanted to let you know," the girl told the older boy.

"leaving already?" cole wondered from beside luke.

"yeah, i think those rounds of shots did me in," samy chuckled lightly.

"i can tell. your cheeks always get red whenever you have a lot of alcohol," luke quickly squeezed samy's cheeks which instantly made her pull back.

"shut up. you're the same," the girl poked her brother's flushed cheeks. he just rolled his eyes while the others laughed.

"have fun back at the hotel. don't be too loud," trevor teased earning an eye roll from samy and a gagging motion from luke.

"god, do not say that shit around me about my sister. gross. text me when you get back," luke shook his head in disgust.

"you're such a baby. see you," samy pinched her brother's arm before finding her way back to will who finished paying their tab.

"ready?" the blonde hooked his arm around samy's waist again. the girl nodded, so the two hurried out before anyone could stop them and drag them back in.

the city slowed down once night hit besides the few cabs driving through the streets and people wandering back home from the bars much like samy and will were doing. prague was so beautiful at night, too. the girl's gaze was glued to the buildings with incredible architecture that reached into the sky.

"i could stay here forever," samy mumbled.

"you and me both," will hummed, his hand going to intertwine with samy's

"do you ever wish you could stay in the countries you travel to forever?" the youngest hughes' gaze fell on her boyfriend. from the side he was stunning. his curls started growing back out after his last haircut and his entire face in general was just to die for.

"yeah, sometimes. i wish we'd get more time to explore," will's own gaze flicked across the impressive buildings and night sky.

"i don't know if i've said this, but i really like traveling with you. it's really fun and it's been super awesome cheering you and my brother on," samy felt will's hold tighten on her hand. he met her gaze with a smile, stopping them on the sidewalk for a moment.

"i'm really glad you're here. it means a lot that you came out and i hope we can continue doing this," the two exchanged warm smiles before their lips were on each other's seconds later.

will's told tightened on samy's hips as their kiss deepened. the streets of prague were practically empty, so the couple used that by their advantage to kiss under the starts as cheesy as it all sounded. samy's fingers tugged at the curls on the back of will's head making him kiss her even harder. they practically lost themselves in one another.

"you're so beautiful," will mumbled when they finally pulled apart for air.

"i love you," samy hummed earning a large smile from her boyfriend.

"i love you more," the blonde placed one more kiss to her lips before making them continue walking to the hotel.

the rest of their walk was spent in comfortable silence. the two gently swung their connected hands back and forth until reaching the hotel. the front desk nodded to them as will dug out his key card to take them to their floor.

once will kicked their door open, samy stumbled in. she tore her heels off, falling back onto the bed with a happy smile painting her lips. the blonde chuckled seeing her sprawled out across the bed, quickly plopping down beside her as the two began staring at the ceiling. 

"be honest with me. are you signing when we get back?" samy wondered because she saw the news headlines and all the circulation about will, gabe, and ryan possibly signing. the couple hadn't talked much about it since they lost the ncaa finals as will kept it pretty sparse around her and everyone else. 

because of samy's slightly intoxicated state, she didn't pick up on the hesitation in her boyfriend's face nor the way the smile faded from his lips. she just assumed he didn't hear her or something. 

"i'm not sure," his answer finally came. 

"i feel like there's so much speculation going around. i mean, i'd be happy for you either way," the girl shrugged, a light smile tugging on her lips still. 

she missed will's hesitation again because he just rolled over so he was on his side and samy met his gaze. "i know you'd be happy for me either way. i think you're my number 1 supporter," the boy chuckled. 

"well, after your family, i hope i'd be. have i ever missed any of your games when you were close to or in michigan?" the brunette raised her eyebrow. 

will's smile faltered a bit, but again, samy didn't notice. her hand reached up to caress the boy's cheek as he leaned into her soft touch before kissing the inside of her palm. his gesture had samy giggling before pulling him into a real kiss against her lips. she fell back against the bed again as the hockey player sort of hovered above her so he wasn't completely crushing her with all of his body weight. 

the two continued making out until will pulled away knowing it was late and samy was intoxicated so they couldn't take it further. she pouted though when his lips left hers, "why'd you stop?" 

"it's late, we should go to bed. i got practice in the morning," the blonde chuckled. 

"when has that ever stopped you?" the girl teased some making will blush. 

"maybe when you're not drunk, yeah?" he grinned, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek instead. 

"fine," the boy rolled off of her back onto his feet where he reached his hands out to help her back up. 

the couple exchanged warm smiles before samy started towards the bathroom to wipe her makeup off and get ready for bed. fifteen minutes later, they were ready for bed in their pajamas or in will's case, pajama pants and no shirt. samy flicked the lights off before crawling into his side, snuggling into her boyfriend's extended arm. 

"i love you, sleep well," samy hummed into the boy's chest. he smiled even though she couldn't see it. 

"i love you, too," he placed one last kiss to the top of her head and then quickly knocked out for the night, soft snores filling the hotel room. 

[marriedtobedsy]

Connor is currently in Prague for MensWorld but of course I watch all of his games. I couldn't be more proud of him!! I can't wait to finally hug him again and kiss him. His second game has just ended. Connor and I have the ritual to talk on the phone after the games to tell me everything. So I was waiting for him to call me. After a few minutes, my phone finally rang. Without hesitation, I answered immediately.

"Hey baby" he said in a quiet voice

"Hey con, you played fantastically"

"Thank you baby"

He told even more about the game.

"I miss you very much," he said

I smiled.

"I miss you too, Connor"

I missed him very much.

"I wish you could be here now"

"me too"

After another minute we hung up because Connor had to go to dinner. I put my cell phone away. But I got a message and immediately pulled it back to me

The message was from Connor:

Look under your pillow.

I was confused but ran him into my room and lifted my pillow. In fact, there was an envelope underneath. I took it and sat down on the bed. I carefully opened the envelope and took out the letter.

I wondered what love was

Outside of a shoot, outside of a pass

I wondered what could make me feel alive

Outside of the rink, outside of the ice

I used to sleep to rest

Now I sleep to dream about you

I used to wake up to train

Now I wake up to see you again

I often thought I was broken

Not able to function without work

Now when we stare at each other

I know I am human, I know I am love

~C

I couldn't help it, but tears ran down my cheek. No one has written anything like that for me yet.

Below it was still small "turn the sheet over"

I turned it around and it said:

"I know I'll miss you very much, look at my medals"

Oh God, since when has he been so into this shit?

We had set up a special shelf for him so that he could put all his medals and trophies there. I ran to this cupboard and saw another envelope.

I opened it carefully and saw a flight ticket to Prague. He's kidding me, right? I ran to my phone and texted him.

"Are you joking?"

"Tomorrow at 1 p.m., are you coming?"

His answer made me grin.

"YEAH, OF COURSE"

I already started packing my things and at night I could hardly sleep. The next day everything went perfectly. I just ran out of the airport in Prague and I saw the boy I loved the most. He wore his cap the wrong way around which made me smile because he just looked too cute with it. I hugged him tightly and he whirled me in the air.

"I missed you so much, baby"

"I missed you too connie"

"I'm so glad you're here"

"I still can't believe it"

He let me down and we looked at each other. Carefully he gave me a kiss.

"How did you like my poem?"

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THANKS FOR WRITING THE POEM

@cheriwritesig 🩷 (i couldn’t have done it without you❤️)

[abbatoirablaze]

Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 15

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings:  severe childhood trauma TW, angst, instances of a child releasing their anger/trauma, manipulation.

“No fucking way…” Sebastian groaned, “you’ve got to be kidding me!”

“What is it, Seb-“

But you had stopped speaking as soon as you saw your ex, already with a small group of people crowding around him and asking for photos and autographs.  You felt your jaw dropping ever so slightly as Chris played the gracious celebrity, posing with adoring fans. 

“Ohhh, mommy…daddy said a bad word!” your four-year-old told you, eyes wide as he held onto his father’s hand.”

You took a deep breath as your two-year-old giggled on your hip. 

“Holy shit.”

“Shayla’s going to be so pissed when she sees him in the crowd,” Sebastian frowned, giving you a sympathetic look, “Honey-“

“But Johnny’s going to be ecstatic…”

“Do you think he showed up to prove a point?”

“And what point would that be, Seb?” you asked, sparing your husband a glance, “that he can be a father once every six years?”

“He has been doing better lately,” he shrugged, “I mean…from what you’ve been telling me about how Scott got him to go to that outpatient retreat…”

“He had to do that to keep his movie deals,” you groaned, “that wasn’t for the twins…no, putting real effort in is you showing up all the time…”

“Maybe we should give him a chance.”

“Yeah…right…”

You watched as Chris finished up with his autographs, before making his way over to you and Sebastian.  Pulling off his shades, he gave you a happy smile and pulled you into a hug. 

“Come on, honey…let the world think we make this function!” he muttered into your ear. 

You gave him a fake smile as he pulled away, “oh, Chris…how nice of you to show up when your children graduate kindergarten?  Should I expect you again when they graduate from high school and college?”

“She’s so funny!” he said dryly as he pulled Sebastian into a hug, “I can see why you put a ring on her finger, Stan…”

“Yeah,” Sebastian frowned, “the situation is hilarious…glad you could make it, Chris.  Johnny’s been looking forward to this all month.”

“And what about my girl?” he asked as he took off his shades, “Where’s my little Shayla Christiana Evans?”

“The kids are back stage, Chris,” you reminded him, “remember, I told you to meet up at the house earlier if you wanted to see them beforehand?”

“Flight was late,” he shrugged, “but hey.  I’m here.  Flew all the way in from Prague…in the middle of filming for something called Snowpiercer…but I told the director that I had to take some time to fly back because my kids were graduating kindergarten.”

“Really?” you asked in an amused tone, “because I just spoke to Scar the other day and she told me that you guys had to get back together for some reshoots for The Avengers film…”

He waved you off casually, “that’s not til next week.  No, I flew in early for the twins.  So…where we sitting for this thing?  I’m thinking front and center.  Let my little Johnny boy know that daddy’s here for him and his sister.”

“Chris-“

“Come on, (Y/N), our kids are graduating kindergarten,” he teased, “enjoy the moment.”

“He’s right baby,” Sebastian said, trying to encourage you to live in the moment, “the twins will only graduate kindergarten once…this is a good day.  Let’s embody that.”

“You’re right,” you sighed, softening as you let him talk some sense into you.  He picked up Jack and balanced him on his hip, before wrapping his free hand around your waist, “let’s get some seats before everyone takes the good ones.”

“Daddy I sleepy!”

“You should use proper English, Shayla,” Chris pointed out from his spot on the couch as Johnny proceeded to show Chris every single piece of art he made for him over the past year.  Sebastian frowned as Shayla snuggled deeper into his own chest in an attempt to hide from her biological father.  Chris’ eyes met his, “I-I could put you in bed if you-“

“Want daddy!” she whimpered softly, wrapping her little arms even more around him.

“Shayla…” you warned softly, “we’ve talked about this.  Chris is your biological daddy, and-“

“Jack-Jack and Jeffy call daddy theirs….”

“Honey-“

“It’s fine,” Chris said dismissively, “I get it.  Sebastian’s here more than I a-“

“Daddy you’re not looking!” Johnny said firmly, cutting his father off as he held another painting in his face, “I made this one of you and me and we’re flying.”

“It’s really good buddy!” Chris offered, giving him a smile and a pat on the shoulder, “I can’t believe mommy let you keep all these.  I would have loved to get them in the mail.”

“He wanted to show you in person, Chris!”

“Speaking of in-person,” he smiled, turning his attention back to you, “I was thinking about how I wanted to take the twins for the summer.”

“Chris, we-“

“I’ve been doing a lot better,” he promised, “I did the rehab and I’ve even interviewed nannies for the kids for when I’m shooting.  They have their passports right?  I’m still in Prague for Snowpiercer!”

“Chris, we’ve talked about this…” you warned softly.

“Don’t wanna go!” Shayla whimpered from Sebastian’s chest. 

“Momma I wanna go with daddy!” Johnny exclaimed excitedly.

“Maybe this is a conversation that we have when the kids aren’t around, Chris…” Sebastian warned.

“Or maybe this is a conversation that I have with the mother of my children, about my kids,” he argued, his own tone firm as he shot his friend a look, “how about you worry about your own kids.  You have two of your own, don’t you?”

“Chris-“

“I think that me taking the twins for the summer could give you and your husband a little break…”

“Momma, I go!” Johnny grinned, running between you and Chris, “I go with daddy!”

“Aww, buddy,” you frowned, giving him a sad look before shaking your head, “me and your daddy should really talk about this before-“

Chris leaned back, a smile on his face as he crossed his arms, “I don’t know, Johnny.  It sounds like mommy doesn’t want you to come with me.”

“Mommy?”

You gave Chris an angry look before smoothing down Johnny’s hair, “Baby it’s not that simple…daddy is-“

“Daddy, make momma say yes.”

“Sorry buddy…I can’t make mommy change her mind.”

You glared at your ex, knowing what game he was playing. 

“I go with daddy!”

“Baby-“

“NO!” he yelled, running back to Chris and hopping into his arms, “I GO WITH DADDY!”

“Daddy can’t take you!”

You could see the tears in his eyes.

The warbling of his lip as he turned towards his father.

But Chris just had that sickening smirk on his face that made your stomach turn, “sorry buddy.  Mommy said no.  Guess you can’t come with me.”

Your heart broke as your son turned to you, “I HATE YOU MOMMY!”

It felt like you were punched in the stomach.  The air in your lungs left, and you felt like you were gasping. 

Johny, your baby boy had never said that to you. 

You knew that he idolized Chris, but you never knew just how much he had truly preferred the man who was never there over you.  Shayla, who was half-asleep in Sebastian’s arms woke up when she heard her twin brother scream and run off up the stairs towards his room.

She looked at you, and in an instant she was crawling out of Sebastian’s arms and towards yours. 

“No cry momma!” she whimpered softly, reaching up to push the tears off your cheeks.

“What the hell was that, Chris?” Sebastian growled, standing up from his spot on the couch.

“I’m trying to be a part of my son’s life.  It’s obvious that (Y/N) has poisoned Shayla against me, but-“

“(Y/N) does nothing but try to get you involved in Johnny and Shayla’s life, and she is the one that is stuck picking up the pieces when you let Johnny down!” he growled, “Every fucking time, Chris.  Shayla knows you don’t give a damn about them and latched on to me because I’m here.  I care, but you-“

“Don’t speak about my kids, Stan.” Chris warned, his tone dangerously low.

“Momma, no cry!” Shayla repeated.

“Someone has to,” Sebastian hissed, pushing Chris as he stood from his spot on the sectional, “Someone has to be there…to be a father for them.  Because while you-“

“I DON’T GET TO KNOW MY KIDS, SEBASTIAN!”

“WHO’S FAULT IS THAT, CHRIS?”

But before Chris could argue any more, Shayla had run across the sectional, and her little hands started to punch and thrash against Chris’ side, “Go WAY.  GO AWAY!”

“Shayla-“ Chris gasped, surprised at how his little girl was hitting him and trying to push him away from Sebastian, “baby girl I-“

“LEAVE US ALONE!” she screamed, tears falling down her cheeks as she continued to pound away at his side, all of the rage in her little body finally coming to the surface, “YOU NOT MY DADDY!  YOU HURT MOMMY! YOU HURT SHAYLA AND JOHNNY!  GO WAY!”

“Baby girl-“

“YOU HURT ME, DADDY!” she sobbed, finally stopping her assault as she fell back onto the couch and sobbed.  Sebastian’s heart broke as he watched the little girl who he’d all but raised expressed all of her pain towards her biological daughter.  He was quick to pick her up into his arms and she buried her head into his neck, sobbing as she clung to him, “why he hurt me, daddy?  Why he no want Shayla and Johnny?  Why he hurt mommy?”

“I think you should leave, Chris!” Sebastian sighed, tears welling up in his own eyes as he wondered how he would fix it. 

Chapter 16

[basilone]

@hesbuckcompton-baby tagged me in this one, ty! 💚I know a lot of folks have gone and done this one already, but please if you wanna do it consider yourself tagged right now! misc tag game!

favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

I really loved Prague when I went there for a citytrip aeons ago. The atmosphere of that city and its chill style really vibed with me. We’d rented an apartment, so it felt way less like visiting and more like living there for a couple of days. Remember just standing on the balcony in the very early morning watching the locals waking up and starting their day – that sense of utter inner tranquillity I had in that moment has really stuck with me.

something you’re proud of yourself for?

Uhm, I dropped out of school when I was fifteen. That part isn’t a point of pride, just a fact of life. And I had a lot of people pushing me this way and that way since, telling me I’d never make it and that I needed to sacrifice pretty much all of my mental health in order to fit the standard idea of what fifteen-year-olds should be doing with their time. I didn’t listen to them and started to carve out my own way instead. We’re almost twenty years on from my dropping out, and I can safely say this: I made it. I’ve got a great job I love, I’ve got people around me who lift me up, and my mental health is good enough for me to thrive 90% of the time. I have worked my ass off to get to where I am right now, and fought a long uphill battle to make life sing again. And it’s made me so resilient and so certain of myself, you know? I’m superproud of myself for sticking around in this world and making something awesome of my own path in it.

favorite books?

Rebecca (by Daphne du Maurier), Anna Karenina (by Tolstoy), Son of the Shadows (by Juliet Marillier), The Braided Path trilogy (by Chris Wooding), and Ash: A Secret History (by Mary Gentle).

something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?

The prospect of curling up on the couch/in bed with a really good book for company. Can’t beat that!

favorite thing about your culture?

The way I almost went “which culture” lmao. 😂 Which really almost is an answer in itself, as I think Dutch culture is a collective of many different things? We’re traders/explorers by nature and our identity tends to slip into something pretty multifaceted. That said, I come from a specific part of this country where people still routinely speak a dialect and where the cultural events are a lot more in-your-face celebratory. My fave thing about this particular cultural offshoot, which I grew up in, is that you can play all the Dutch-language songs you could ever want without anyone bothering to so much as hum the tune… but the second you play a song in my dialect is the second you get the whole crowd singing along. Something about poetic expression? Yeah.

when did you join the hbo war fandom? what was the first show you watched?

In 2020! At least, that’s when I immersed into the fandom here on Tumblr and watched Band of Brothers/The Pacific back-to-back. Gen Kill was actually my first, though, as I’d read that book some years before and watched that one without fandom-dipping first.

have you read any of easy company’s books? if so, which ones were your favorite?

Yes! Bill & Babe’s book is so nice.

favorite hbo war character and your favorite moment with them?

*inhales* Speirs. Night time, speech time. Local forest cryptid says shady shit about war, more at eleven. I’ll never be normal about him so.

do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

Fun fact: I usually advocate against using the term ‘content’ when describing creative pursuits, for reasons I’m not gonna get into right now because that’s a rant for when I’m feeling particularly feisty. That said, I’m a writer and gifmaker. I’m more known for the latter, but the former is where my heart really lies.

favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

I have a few favorites that’re way up there in terms of how mesmerizing they are, but I’m going to mention one that isn’t mentioned nearly enough: Tom Pelphrey. Truly one of the most captivating actors of our time. He tends to do TV shows more than movies – please, look up his monologue from Ozark if you have a moment – and so I get to rec Banshee to y’all while I’m at it. He’s amazing in that.

favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

Look, I’ve lived by the words “seize the day because tomorrow you might be dead” for years now. I think it originated in Buffy, but I’ve adopted it and it’s mine now. Life wisdom from yours truly, boom.

random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

I’m really into astronomy, outer space, etc.

if you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader?

I used to have beta readers back when I started writing, yeah, so I’m not gonna advocate against using one. Sometimes you need that extra pair of eyes, that nitpicking, that moment of being confronted with your own hubris. I’m my own beta at this point in my writing journey, but I still have a group of people around me who get first dibs on reading my stuff because I trust they’ll give it to me straight and pick out any lingering idiocies on my end. Which doesn’t stop me from shoving something onto the internet that has never seen an edit a day in its life, ahem.

three things that make you smile?

Put me near an alpaca and watch my face brighten, I dare ya. Also big fan of bookstores. Even bigger fan of AO3’s notification mails for fic reviews.

any nicknames you like?

Killy’s my most-used nickname, and we’re vibing!

list some people you love to see around on tumblr!

If I follow you, I love to see ya. That’s just how this thing works. But I’m gonna shout out my writing-and-life-support crew here because without them I would be nowhere much at all: @mercurygray, @junojelli, @shoshiwrites, @arethosedustyjumpwings. You lot are the real deal who’ve stuck to me like glue, and that means so much more than words can say.

what would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

Look, I have a zombie survival plan drawn up in my head but it essentially involves not being near people ever again. Because we’ve gone through a pandemic now and I don’t trust people to follow quarantine instructions or anything else that mildly inconveniences them. So. In the event of a zombie apocalypse, I’m sorry in advance, I’m gonna cry-scream-piñatapunch my way through any and all stupidity. If you see me running, please know I’m being chased because there’s no other way you’ll ever see me running voluntarily.

favourite movie?

Singin’ In The Rain. This needs no further explanation.

do you like horror movies?

Yes and no. I do not vibe with horror movies that get really gory for the sake of shock value. Can’t do it, won’t do it. But I’m a biiiiiiig fan of the final girl trope, I can’t go a day without pondering vampires, and I really love old horror movies and the progression of horror stories throughout the years. It’s fascinating to me to see how specific types of horror interact with the history/culture of that time it was created in: horror is never created in a vacuum, and its storytelling beats are so inspirational.

[look-at-the-soul]

The Photoshoot (Part 38)

Cillian Murphy

Series Master List 2014 , 2015

A/N: the scene with Mom is inspired by a lovely chat I had with @prettylittlehoneyeyesxoxo 🥰 thank you for the inspiration!

🍔 The scene mentioned is not part of the movie, but I imagined it could be part of a scene that never got released… and the hamburger part was inspired by the photos I added 😂 also be careful when you drive, my mum and I almost got sandwiched between 2 cars 3 times in a row one day…

Yael was waiting impatiently with her laptop and Skype ready, feeling like a teenage girl one more time.

Cillian had been completely focused on his role as Josef Gabcik, finally getting into his character mindset. Traveling to Prague helped him a lot to reach the fine details he wanted to achieve for the movie.

After he left, she had a photography session with a long-time client of hers, Martha she contacted Yael to take her engagement photos a few years ago, she then asked her to photograph her wedding day but now she wanted to get the photos with her baby boy.

It was something common some brides did, they loved the shots they got and came back to have other important moments immortalized by Yael’s lenses.

Contacting Yael through a call to ask if she was still outside the UK, Martha explained to her that she had been following her work for a while and thought it was incredible that she moved to Ireland. So the date for her Photoshoot arrived and she traveled with her one-year old son to Ireland because she and her husband wanted to visit the country. Now she would get the chance to do it… without him.

He was killed in an accident when the police were behind a man who stole in a store and he was shot by accident. He didn’t know she was pregnant back then, so Martha had to learn to live with both grief over losing her husband and the fact that she would be a single mother.

Yael couldn’t hold back the tears after listening to her story, it was heartbreaking to remember the beautiful shooting they did years ago, they were so happy, so in love.

In a snap of the fingers, Rob was gone, Martha didn’t have any other choice but keep going.

That night, Yael called Cillian as soon as she got home. She was inconsolable, sobbing on the phone, she couldn’t help but see herself in Martha’s shoes, what if she was the one losing her husband? What if she couldn’t see him again? The thought of the possibility of not kissing him or waking up next to his warm body, the comfort of his arms around her, and his loud laugh over something silly… she didn’t want to keep fighting or keep her anger towards him any longer.

There was no point to waste time in stupid fights, they both realized how fragile life was, how everything can change in a heartbeat.

Maybe it was the photoshoot or the distance, or the fact that they stopped thinking and talking about the problems they just faced, but their relationship was at a much better place, both decided to focus on them and their projects only after apologizing over and over on the phone.

Finally, the notification of Cillian’s call showed up in the corner of her laptop, pressing the green button she found a smile growing in her face at the sight of her husband.

“Sorry love, I was in the shower.” He confessed as if his wet hair didn’t give that away. Yael saw the glimpse of his boxers when he moved, his torso covered by the undershirt he was wearing.

“It’s alright, how was your day?”

As he moved around carrying the laptop with him, she could see part of the apartment he told her the other day, it was like a flat, but he had everything he needed, a new tv, beautiful view from his window, the only thing he asked for was a kitchen, he wanted to cook instead of eating out all the time.

“Good actually, we did a couple of good shoots at a club and outside.”

“A club? That sounds like fun.”

She saw him smiling at that.

“Yeah well, the club is in the middle of the set and the fun stops when two soldiers come for me and a fight starts.” He said after filming several options for the scene.

“Oh no!” Yael gasped. “What happens then?”

“Josef gets beaten up and-” Cillian smirked, she was so good at distracting him with those eyes and smile. “You will have to see the movie to find out.”

“That’s not fair!” She pouted. “You mentioned once it’s usually released a year later.” She remembered the post production process he told her about, it involved them recording their voices for some scenes, endless hours of editing, lights, sound effects, music…

“You know how this is, I could get in trouble if any detail is leaked to the press.” He made a funny face, he knew she wouldn’t say a word.

“I think I know how to convince you.” Cillian saw her standing up, the kitchen lights illuminating her frame.

His pulse started to quicken as he saw his wife remove her top.

The problem now, wasn’t the strict contract he signed of not revealing anything… but his speechless state. His mind went blank the moment he saw Yael standing in front of him with her top covered only by her bra, a delicate pale pink lace.

“Take that off, and I will tell you how it ends.”

Cillian got hard immediately when he saw his wife biting her lower lip and moving her hands to her back.

***

After sharing a bear hug, Isla wrapped her arm around her daughter's waist.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, everything good with your flight?” Yael asked reaching Cillian’s car, he told her she could use it as much as she needed to.

“Everything went well, oh! I almost forget your Dad asked me to call and let him know that we are together.”

“Bet he is missing you terribly.”

Isla chuckled. “Bryan couldn’t stop whining on the way to the airport.”

“He’s coming on Friday right?” Isla nodded and Yael’s phone started ringing. “Can you take that? It might be Cill.”

Setting up the phone in speaker, Cillian greeted his mother in law, he was genuinely happy to have her staying with Yael while he was away.

“I loved the photos you took from the guest room, looks amazing.” Isla beamed, when she saw the photos, she told her daughter that it looked out of a magazine.

“Isla, please make yourself at home.” She insisted him to call her by her name since the day they met.

As Yael was about to change to her right lane, a truck came out of nowhere, the car behind her honked desperately, Yael mirroring it.

“Be careful!” Yelled Isla, holding onto the glove compartment.

“Oh my God! Where did that truck came from? Are you okay?” She asked her mum after moving the wheel violently to go back to her original lane.

“What happened?!” Asked Cillian, worried for not knowing what was going on.

Her heartbeat went crazy, they were one second away of having a major accident.

“Baby? Tell me what’s going on?” Yael heard Cillian’s voice after slowing down her speed.

“Just a bloody eejit with a driver license, we’re alright.”

Isla placed a hand over her speed up heart. “That was so close. I thought we would get sandwiched between the truck and the one on your side.”

Cillian kept calling his wife’s name.

“Don’t worry baby, everything’s fine, it was just a crazy driver using the wrong side of the road.”

“Be careful, okay?” The sound of the car’s tires and brake got him worried. “Call me when you get home, I don’t want to distract you yeah?”

Yael nodded, her knuckles almost white from taking the steering wheel with all she got. “Will do, I love you!”

“Love you more, be safe.”

She heard the call finished on the other line, but she refused to take her eyes from the road. Even the smallest distraction could cause a terrible accident.

After the little scared moment they had, Yael and Isla stopped at a pharmacy to buy a hair dye and some vitamins her mum forgot at home.

It was an incredible sunny day, so they stopped at a small store to get some ice cream, chocolate with mint for Isla and cookies and cream for Yael, sharing a small moment of joy to compensate for the distance.

“I really needed to dye my hair, but you know Marcie moved to another city and all the services at the salon are getting so expensive, but I don’t like my white hairs.” Isla complained.

“Marcie left? Why?” She was her mum’s stylist for over a decade.

“Her sister got ill, and she didn’t have anyone but Marcie.”

“You must really miss her.”

“Oh! This is lovely.” Isla pointed at the cookies jar next to the sink full of samples.

“Right? I found them at the thrift store last week and I had lots of samples for a Photoshoot I did some time ago for a brand, don’t worry there’s one in your bathroom too.”

As Yael prepared her mum’s hair with the oil and towel around her neck, then she took her cellphone to answer a text Cillian sent her.

Looking at her daughter through the mirror, Isla asked her: “What’s that smile for?”

“Oh, it’s just that Cill sent me a photo of his fake dinner, they use plastic food for the shoots and he has to pretend to eat it.” He was messing around with Jaime, she was happy to know he was having a good time while working.

“He’s just the sweetest man, calling you to see what plans did we have or what we wanted to do.” She loved to see her son in law treating her daughter right, loving her. “You complete each other.”

“I just think it must be hard for him to be alone in a country he knows nothing about, in a small apartment, you know… away. Imagine if today something happened to us while driving back home, how long will it take him to catch a flight?”

“Oh, don’t even think about it.” Isla touched her daughter’s arm in comfort.

“I know I wouldn’t be able to do it, learn all of those scripts, repeat the scenes over and over, listen to the directions, learning a different accent, the life of his character… the press, interviews, the criticism.”

“But he’s so good, the other day your Dad and I found Batman on the telly, he was such a cute boy.”

Yael smiled at the memory of her parents calling one night to tell her, that they found a Cillian’s movie.

“He’s getting more and more handsome.” Yael admitted.

“I hope you tell him that, men are like us, they like to know their wives find them attractive.”

Yael chuckled. “He doesn’t believe me.” She started to dye her mum’s roots first, dividing her hair, it was just above shoulder’s length.

“After all the things you went through with the lies that woman said, he probably has a hard time believing anything.”

Sadness reached Yael’s eyes, something her mum immediately recognized.

“What’s the matter babygirl?”

“It’s just…” her voice broke down a little. “we had a really hard time because of that. There was a moment when I thought we wouldn’t be able to stay together.” Her eyes watered. “Even after the truth was revealed, we still kept having some problems because of that, everyone was trying to say their opinions over what he should or shouldn’t do, while we were still trying to learn how to live without the baby in our lives…”

“That woman will pay for her lies, you’ll see.”

Checking the timer, she started to dye the rest of the hair, struggling with the giant gloves that came in the box. Trying to avoid her mum’s skin in case the dye caused any allergy.

Yael shuddered. “I really don’t care about her, what really upsets me is that Cillian and I were really close to break up, there were nights when I thought I couldn’t keep going, I just wanted the nightmare to be over, everything was too much.” Letting off steam with her mum really helped Yael out, there were a lot of things she needed to get out of her chest that no one else would understand, and she really needed to be really careful because Cillian was a public figure and she didn’t want any tabloids gossiping about him.

Yael finished covering all her mum’s hair with the dye and then went on to cover her mother’s head with a plastic wrap. “Sometimes it was something I did or something he said.”

Isla looked at her through the mirror.

“That witch’s mom even called one day to suggest we could keep seeing Sean if we wanted to!”

“Why would you do that? If the baby wasn’t his, there’s no reason for you to keep in touch.”

“That’s what Cill said.”

Checking the clock, they still needed to wait five more minutes, so Yael started to prepare the bowl to wash her mum’s hair.

“I hope all of that is better now.”

Sighing, Yael gave Isla a half smile. “It’s better, but he’s away right now if you weren’t here, I’d be by myself just with Scout.”

After rinsing Isla’s hair, Yael took her hairdryer and with her fingers, started blow drying it, enjoying the simple moment with her mum.

Scout ran away downstairs as he heard the annoying sound of the hairdryer.

“Why don’t you go and surprise him?” Isla proposed over the noise.

Turning off the hairdryer and looked at her mum’s reflection. “Cill is busy filming, I don’t want to distract him.”

“I think he would love to see you there.”

“You might be right… and I miss him like crazy.”

---

Lenka took a small feather that fell on his shoulder, as she saw the soldier approaching them she gave him a warning look. If that man asked them any questions, it would be the end of them.

“How can you be so, so boorish? I just wanted to see that hat, Jo!” She pretended to make a scene and walked in the opposite direction, he knew what she was doing, she wanted a distraction.

“I promise you, we will get it tomorrow.” He followed after her like a lost dog and looked at the few coins he had in his pocket.

She was deliberately speaking louder, so the soldier could hear they were in the middle of a stupid argument. “You’re always making promises.”

As they cross the street, Josef pulls her by her arm and with his thumbs he starts caressing her face. “Good, now nod and look if he’s still close.”

Lenka shudders and whispers a no.

“And… Cut!” The director announced. “It stays, we’re good. See you all after lunch break.”

“I’m sorry I stepped over your shoe.” Anna apologized with an embarrassed face.

“It’s alright.” Cillian answered but faked to hobble and let out a loud laugh. As he walked over to the food table, he was starving.

Anna squinted her eyes at him. “You’re terrible!”

It was so late, and he felt like he could eat anything in that moment.

“It makes the shoes look worn out, otherwise the audience won’t believe it.”

Anna gave his hamburger a side look, it was probably something she wouldn’t eat.

Another thing he disliked about the Hollywood life; the pressure of being perfect all the fucking time.

“Mr. Murphy, there’s someone waiting for you in your trailer.” Someone from the staff informed him as he waved his co-star goodbye. Jamie wasn’t around filming so he would probably have lunch by himself.

After taking a bite of the glorious and cold hamburger, he asked: “Who? Is this for the behind the scenes interviews?” He heard someone got the idea to record the actors as they prepared for their roles between scenes, and the idea of having someone following him to the bathroom wasn’t really appealing.

“No, but I can’t say anything else.” The woman pursed her mouth in a tight light and motioned him to follow her lead.

“Is it Jamie making pranks again?” He asked worried, until now he wasn’t a victim of his jokes, but you never know with him.

The woman made the signal of closing a zipper with a lock. “Can I take that?” She then pointed at the vintage camera hanging from his neck, he used it earlier to shoot that scene with Anna as she pretended to pose for Josef.

Cillian handed her the camera and tried to look for something out of place outside his trailer, but everything was so quiet.

Opening the door a little, he tried to spy around, but it wasn’t until he opened it a bit further, he found his wife standing in the middle of the cabin.

“When did you get here?” He rushed towards Yael to wrap his arms around her. “I didn’t know you were coming.” He added against her lips.

Yael touched his cheeks and then passed her arms around his neck to feel him closer. “Just wanted to surprise you, the staff said you are on your lunch break.” She kissed and hugged him back as Cillian put her down after spinning her around.

“Ah this is the most beautiful surprise!” She didn’t mention anything when they talked that morning, he thought she would visit him the following week. “Sorry for the crumbs.” He tried to smooth her clothes.

“Oh God, I missed you like crazy.”

“Me too baby, me too.” Cillian whispered against her hair, her perfume filling him, she smelled like orchids, it had a comforting effect on him.

He loved his job, tried to perform with all he got, truly getting in the skin of his character, but having his wife visiting him on set after everything they’ve been through was all he needed in the moment, since he was usually alone once the shooting was done, he went back to an empty hotel room or flat.

“You look so handsome, I love this outfit.” Yael started to run her fingers through his hair.

“Can’t believe you’re here.” He peppered her face with feather-like kisses.

“Well I almost got deported.” Yael joked kissing him back. “The officer at the airport asked a lot of questions, where was I staying, who I was visiting, blah blah. He wouldn’t believe me I was visiting a movie set, I had to search for an online article of the film.”

He kissed her again. “Hmmm.” He was so distracting. “Sorry for the mess, I didn’t know you were coming.”

“As if knowing that would change anything. Come on.”

He laughed and she pushed him out of his camper. The set was absolutely mindblowing; it looked like it had vintage shops and even a park! She wanted to have a memory from this.

Using her trench coat, Yael placed it over one of his shoulders, she knew he would be the one shooting the target.

“Can you look to your left?”

“Why?”

Yael looked at him over her camera.

Click.

“Because I’m starting a new project; my husband’s work. I’m going to save a shot from every film and character you make.”

***

Next part

Still in jail time, don’t forget to let me know what do you think about these two. You know me, I find inspiration in everything and the samples jar is a great idea for a guest bedroom. Oh! And about those hamburger photos??? I added them last minute 😂 lots of love xx

[somekindofadeviant]

Sprusilla Fic Recs

My absolute captivating beloveds, my OTP before I expanded out to an OT4. I gotchu some recs for the married Victorian babies of the Whirlwind. Travels with Spike and Dru by Rebcake - A wonderful series with several classics. 24 Hour Midnight, Tipperary, Let The Good Times Roll, Voodoo Chile...Just go read the whole series. Rebcake is a master of drabbles and short works. Rating: Varying from G to Explicit, Length: 33,362 words Placeholder by Glassdarkly - If you go down to the woods today... Actually, wait. Why would you do anything that stupid? A spooky horror vignette. Rating: Teen+, Length: 1292 words Night Off by Glassdarkly - Breaking into a cemetery on Halloween? Maybe not the brightest idea in the world, even if it is supposed to be a vampire's night off. Rating: Teen+, Length: 2697 words Unwrapping by brutti ma buoni - Another spooky lil vignette. Short and nasty and perfect. Rating: Mature, Length: 850 words O, Little Breath of Oblivion by Dead Soul - 1920s Harlem, Jazz Age sex and vampire hijinks. Deliciously gruesome. Rating: Explicit, Length: 2057 words The Third Defenestration of Prague by Kairos - Spike, Dru, and an angry mob. Disorientating in a perfectly apt way. Rating: Teen+, Length: 1253 words Crazy Madcap Redemption by Hello Spikey - Set during A:tS s5. Drusilla returns, not to be evil, but to reconnect. Can Spike draw her to the light before she draws him to the dark? Rating: Mature, Length: 32,526 words Theatre of War by meridian rose - Harvesting the battlefields of the first world war. Rating: Teen+, Length: 553 words Prague Series by FayJay - Spike and Dru hit Prague. Thoroughly wonderful and vicious. Consists of Painted Eggs, Bone Chapel, and The Painted Rose. Rating: Explicit, Length: 28,811 words Hotel Lavear by Indri - South America, 1998, the chaos demon's POV. A Tragicomedy. Rating: G, Length: 7532 words Twist by Darling Effect - A quiet night home with Spike and Dru in the whirlwind days. Oh yeah, and there's pegging. Rating: Explicit, Length: 1275 words The Dangers of Desert Driving by Meltha - Spike and Dru pick up a rather familiar hitchhiker. Brilliance ensues. Rating: Teen+, Length: 2895 words The Body Electric by sevendeadlyfun - Spike finds a way to give Drusilla what Angelus never can - the beating of her heart. Rating: Explicit, Length: 1500 words The Gold Wrapped Box by duh i write - A bit of a seasonal gift mix-up. Rating: Mature, Length: 606 words Radio Play by Cornerofmadness - Spike and Dru have fun with a radio personality just after the end of World War II and are foiled by an unexpected foe. Rating: Teen+, Length: 5080 words Wishes on Her Eyes by Cornerofmadness - Spike and Dru have turned a sugar mama but her grasping sister and her irate fiancé suspect them of her murder. Rating: Explicit, Length: 12437 words Twists and Turns by beer good - Delightful fun with myths about how to fight vampires. Rating: Teen+, Length: 750 words The Way We Live Now by labingi - Spike is living with an ensouled Drusilla, AU A:tS s5. A thoughtful and softly poignant piece. Rating: Teen+, Length: 1787 words Vamp Dolce by violethamster - A 1950s Italy caper. Because that flashback was divine and we need more. This one is perfect. Rating: Teen+, Length: 2120 words Special mention to: Magpies in the Morning by Tasseomancy - Season 4, Drusilla senses Spike's predicament and makes a deal with the Scoobies. Tasseomancy has an absolutely gorgeous Dru voice. This one starts out Spike/Drusilla but transitions to Spike/Dusilla/Buffy. Rating: Mature, Length: 16,709 words In Imbolic by duh i write - After Angelus leaves, Darla's feeling sentimental. Darla pov. There's Sprusilla and shades of Darla/Dru/Spike. Beautifully bittersweet. Rating: Teen+, Length: 1616 words Set Off Like Geese by Hannah - All Human AU. Not something you see very often for Sprusilla. I very rarely read AH fic but Hannah does it wonderfully with great sensitivity and a gorgeous command of language. Rating: G, Length: 107,172 words

[nkogneatho]

Ooo I love this question! Personally, I'd like to settle down in Singapore or Taiwan

I like the food and culture within these two countries! (I think I just like staying within asia 😫)

Also Singapore prides itself as a garden city! I like the mix of concrete jungleness and nature, etc personally living in a cabin in rhe jungle makes me freak out(?) I need a blend of things 🕺 I'd like to work hard for 5 days and spend my weekends venturing different parks and having cute picnics 😴

Wbu btww 😗😇 - 🖍️anon

that is so cute😭 i hope you achieve it baby. that sounds so comforting.

for me, i'd like to settle in europe, preferably london. i am attached to london because of a personal reason but yeah. i also want to visit prague one day. it's just beautiful. i enjoy the architecture :))

[blueiight]

Yeah there's no way Malik is meant to be Madeleine lol. Based on the filming schedule I dont think they need to cast Madeleine for a while. They're currently doing the present day Dubai stuff as Eric said in an interview recently, he was filming all his stuff at the start and I think they probably finished the San Francisco flashbacks/young Daniel scenes already since the actor was in Prague for like a week or two but went back to London recently. Then the production designer said in a few weeks they're going to NOLA to film some stuff so its likely the actual meat of the Paris plot will be filmed late and Madeleine doesn't even show up until well into that section.

ohhh yea baby lemme know when they back in town im finna cut up. hello interview people

[ukulelegodparent]

I really want to go on a train ride with a person who is super into trains some time I'd learn so much and I'd be so happy to learn it. They should have like info pamphlets about the trains in them that would be so fun

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

130. peter parker

“i’ll keep you safe.”

** keep sending requests with this list!!

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After your father’s death, you took over Stark Industries - alongside Pepper, until you were of age - and was now working as the ‘man- woman in the chair’, providing Peter support and endless supply of informations from your position during battles through the communication system.

It was not what your father had planned for you, but you felt more useful behind a desk and a screen than in an iron suit, fighting super-vilains. 

''How's the new suit, Pete?''

''Very warm. The spandex fabric was a lot more breathable,'' Peter replied through the communication system of the suit. ''And it's a little tight around the web shooters,'' he added, followed by shifting noises. 

''Which ones?'' you asked, a mischievous grin creeping on your lips. ''The ones on your wrists or-'' 

Through the communication system, Beck cleared his throat loudly, interrupting you and Peter’s dirty talk. ''In case you forgot, I'm here, and I do not want to hear the end of that sentence. Nor anything similar. Ever. We got an Elemental to take down.'' 

You giggled and Peter's face got bright red under his knit mask. ''Yes, Sir.''

Beck put his focus back to the mission. ''What do you see, Peter? Any signs of the Elemental? '' 

''No.''  

''And you, Y/N?'' 

Using the drones controlled by Stark Industries, you searched through each angles, trying to spot the Elemental. ''Okay, he’s here!'' you alerted, seeing Molten Man arrive at the Carnival of Lights. 

Molten Man was the strongest and the most dangerous of the four Elementals. He feeds upon metal to expands exponentially and can consume landmasses once he was strong enough.

''I see him too,'' Peter said perched from a high building in Prague. 

''Beck, are you ready? You know what to do,'' you communicated to the other superhero. ''You too, Pete?''

''Yeah!'' Peter should’ve got into action, but instead he called for you,his voice laced with a tingle of fear and worry. ''Eh, Y/N?''

''Yes?'' 

''Don't let me die, okay? This suit is not as performing as the one you and Mr. Stark made me and it's not equipped with the full Stark Industries technology and-'' 

Knowing Peter trusted you with his own life was a lot of pressure. It gave you a taste of how it felt to be in your father’s shoes. 

''Don't worry, baby. I’ll keep you safe.''

Your promise was huge and unfair to Beck. Your job was to look out for both Peter and him, but Peter was also your boyfriend which made him a priority in your heart - sorry Beck. 

The battle with Molten Man was tough. A lot of things got destroyed. You warned Peter on some of the coming attacks by Molten Man and guided him and Beck through everything, but the latter seemed to ignore you both, as if he was working solo.

''What is Beck doing? Did he forget about the plan?'' you asked Peter, following both through the drones’ cameras.

''No idea...''

''Oh no! Ned and Betty!'' you gasped, seeing them in the Ferris wheel. 

''I’m on it,'' Peter replied, using his webs to get to his friends. 

[sweet-babyrose]

Is That My Shirt? (Mapi Leon x Reader)

👚

“Honey, I’m home!” Mapi yelled. She walked into the living room, finding it empty except for the small kitten, Theo, you both had adopted a couple months ago. Mapi picked him up, giving him a few kisses in greeting. “Where’s mommy?”

Mapi walked around the entire apartment, dropping her bags in the bedroom, but not finding you anywhere. Sinking down into the couch, she figured that’s what she got for trying to surprise you by coming home a day early. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed your number.

“Hey baby!” you said when you answered. “Everything okay?”

“Of course. Just wanted to hear your voice. Where are you?” Mapi asked, hearing sirens.

“I’m just out getting a drink with Laia. She’s trying to distract me through this last 24 hours without you. I hate it, by the way. Super proud of you, baby, but I hate it when you’re gone.”

“Aw. I miss you, and I hate it, too. I’m so excited to see you.” Mapi decided not to tell you about her early return, instead saying, “I sent you something that I think might help. Just keep an eye out when you get home.”

“Okay! I can’t wait. How’s everything going?”

“Wonderful. We have a team meeting tonight and then we’re free to do anything we want. Alexia and I were thinking about going out mini golfing with a few of the other girls or something.”

“That would be fun.”

“Yeah it will be. Okay, well I don’t want to keep you. I love you. Say hi to Laia.”

“I will. I love you, babe. Can’t wait to see the surprise you sent me. And can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

Mapi disconnected the call and laid her head back against the couch pillows. She had spent the last 12 hours on 4 different flights trying to get back from the national team training in Prague. But tomorrow was your birthday and she didn’t want to miss a single minute of it by flying home with the team tomorrow.

She was asleep within two minutes, Theo curled up on her chest.

Two hours later, she was awoken by the front door slamming and her cell phone vibrating next to her. She silenced it when she heard you walking through the apartment.

“Hi, love,” she heard you say. “I didn’t see a package or anything at the front door. Was just wondering if you knew when your gift was delivered. Call me when you can. Love you.”

“It was delivered about two hours ago,” Mapi said, walking into the kitchen behind you.

You spun around, launching yourself into Mapi’s arms. “Maria!”

“Happy early birthday, mi amor,” Mapi said, hugging you close.

You kissed her, reacquainting yourself with her lips after two weeks apart. Mapi’s hands skimmed under your sweater, gripping the warm skin at your waist.

“I missed that,” she said when you leaned back.

“Me, too.” You kissed her again, picking her up and setting her on the edge of the counter.

She grabbed your hand and tugged until you were standing between her legs, kissing you again. Her hands moved down to the hem of your sweater, pulling it up and off you. She looked down at you when you pulled her shirt off and smiled.

“Is that my shirt?” she asked, taking in the League champions shirt she’d brought home only weeks before.

“It smelled like you,” you admitted, suddenly embarrassed.

She wrapped her arms around your waist. “Well I’m home now. Can I take it off you? It’s in my way,” she added, with a smirk.

“Yes please. I have you now. I don’t need the shirt.”

Mapi took the shirt off, tossing it on the floor. You picked her up again, carrying her backwards toward the bedroom, intent on showing her how much you loved your birthday gift. When your knees hit the edge of the bed, you put her down, and let her pull you down on top of her.

Who needed a shirt when Maria was here, laughing, sighing, and moaning under you?

[double-hoe-seven]

I hate you too

Kinktober Day 24 Kinktober Prompt: Hate fucking Summary: You hate him so fucking much, so fucking? Pairing: Digger Harkness/Captain Boomerang x Reader Word Count: 1,520 Warnings: Rough sex, angst, Digger Harkness is a warning

Fandom: DCEU/The Suicide Squad Rating: SMUT, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"I can't believe it, you fucked it up!" Digger shouted. "I fucked it up?! I told you to get out of there and you kept saying 'nah its fine, there's plenty of time!' and guess what? There wasn't! I had to run in there and save your ass!" You shouted back. "I could've handled it myself!" He argued. "No, you couldn't have! Those men were preparing to shoot you like an animal. You know how I know that? Because when I came in the room to save you, they shot me like an animal! I have holes in my kidney and my liver to prove it, okay?" You let out an exasperated sigh. "I didn't need you to waltz in there and save me," he reaffirmed with a huff. "Don't worry, next time your ass is on the line, I'll do my own thing and remind your corpse that you could handle yourself," you snapped with a fake smile.

"What's your fuckin' problem with me?" He asked suddenly, getting up to follow you when you left the room. "Where do I fucking begin?" You asked sarcastically. "Anywhere you'd like, I'm all ears," he said smugly. "Fuck off," you spat, attempting to slam the seedy complex's door on your way outside, only for him to get in the way. "Tell me why you don't like working with me," he asked with a curious hum, still following a few steps behind you. "You're a pain in the ass for one, and you never know when to shut up. You're so cocky and full of yourself, its sickening," you started, rounding a corner. "I've heard that all before, you wanna know what I think's your problem?" He asked.

"Oh yes, Mr. Harkness, please, tell me what my problem is, if anyone in the world knows what's going on in my head, it's you!" Your voice was dripping with sarcasm as the words left your mouth. "I think," he started, either not picking up on or more likely ignoring your sarcasm "I think you've got it bad for me." You stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him "are you serious? You think I'm in love with you?" "Yeah, I mean, look at me and I can't deny we'd be one hot fucking couple," he had that big, shit eating grin on his face. "You're a goddamn egomaniac," you scoffed. "Maybe, but I've been told I've got reason to be," he said calmly as he backed you against the grimmy brick wall of some rundown building. "Fuck off, Captain Kangaroo," you shoved his chest, his only response was a chuckle. "C'mon, love, you can' tell me you've never been in your cell, touching yourself while you think about us together? We'd be fucking perfect together, you communicate with technology and I've robbed everything in Australia. We'd be unstoppable," he said mischievously.

Your brain didn't stop to think before you slapped that smug, roguish grin right off his face. He looked surprised for a second but your next action surprised you more; you pulled the man into a feverish kiss. "I fuckin' knew it," he mumbled against your lips with a chuckle. "Fuck you, asshole," you mumbled back. "Oh that's the plan baby," he smirked and looked around you both before pulling you into the closest alley. "Hang on, I'm not having sex with you in some dirty, disgusting alley in the middle of downtown Prague," you objected. "Relax, it's not 'having sex' its hate fucking, pure and simple," he said, not giving you another chance to question him or doubt yourself before backing you up completely against the wall and capturing your lips in an unrestrained kiss.

"Fucking asshole," you muttered angrily against his lips while haphazardly undoing your pants. "Yeah, I know baby, and this assholes about to give you the best fuck of your life," he said proudly before pushing your pants down. He quickly picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing another bruising kiss to your lips. His thumb found its way between your legs and he instantly smirked "fuck you're wet for me already." "I was thinking about Colonel Flag and Floyd taking turns," you bluffed with a smirk. "Sure, love, sure you were," he replied, grinning that shit-eating grin of his that showed off his golden tooth. "Oh, go to hell asshole," you snapped, looking away as you felt your cheeks becoming flustered. "I'd rather go to heaven which I'm guessing is right between your legs," he flirted smugly. You rolled your eyes  and groaned "just-don't talk, just fuck me." He snickered and unzipped his pants, pulling his erect member out and strkoing himself "oh say it again, beg me, baby." "I'm not begging for shit," you snapped despite trying to grind your hips against his for friction. He smirked "no solicit, no explicit." "Fine! Jesus christ just fuck me already Digger, please?" You said through gritted teeth.

"Ask and yee shall receive," he said with a smug grin on his face before thrusting his cock into your shamefully wet channel. "Fuckin' hell you're tight," he mumbled before adding "or maybe I'm just that fuckin' big, yeah?" You scoffed and rolled your eyes, him roughly plunging his cock into you entirely stopped your witty retort. His hips moved swiftly, brutally fucking into you. Your fingers angrily tangled his hair, tugging sharply with a smirk "you're so fucking full of yourself." "Yeah? Well that makes two of us, huh, love?" He asked with a cocky smirk. "Asshole," you grumbled tugging his hair again before kissing him roughly again. "Sure, love," he mumbled against your lips, bucking his hips roughly. Your tongues fought one another for dominance and your teeth even clashed a few times. You bucked your hips in rhythm with his, moaning and swearing at him with each rough thrust of hips or swipe of his thumb over your clit. "Tell me how much you hate my fucking guts when you cum," he dared with a wicked snicker.

Instead of replying with a witty or sarcastic retort, you bit his lip just hard enough without drawing blood. He swore under his breath before smirking. He buried his face in your neck and bit at the skin, sucking at the tender flesh. "God I h-hate you, Digger," you said in little more than a whisper in between moans. "Yeah I fuckin' hate you too, baby," he growled back. Him pinching your clit was just the stimulation you needed to nose dive into your orgasm; your legs tightened around his waist and your hand that was tangled in his already messy pulled harder. "Shit-fucking hell!" He groaned out loudly as he came, burying his face in your clothed chest. You panted heavily, leaning your head back against the cool brick wall.

A crackling in your ear unfortunately reminded you of your comms. "Hey, um, are you two, uh, done yet?" Rick asked awkwardly. "How much did you hear?" You asked immediately, feeling a wave of embarrassment washing over you. "Most, most of it. We tried to get your attentions but you were too busy yelling at each other and, uh-" Rick said awkwardly before Floyd cut him off "y'all were too busy yelling and fucking to hear us calling your names." "That," Rick added quietly. "Y'all good?" Floyd asked after a long, painful silence. "Yeah we're fine," you muttered as you motioned for Digger to set you down. "We're fuckin' great, mate," Digger added smugly. "Fuck you," you snapped as you pulled your pants back up and fixed your clothes. "You just did, baby," he retorted with a grin. "How fast can y'all meet us at the rendevous point?" Rick asked. "Ten, maybe fifteen minutes," you answered as you stepped out of the alley and began walking, not waiting for the Aussie to catch up.

You heard him jogging to catch up with you "hey, hey, hey. Where're you goin'?" "What? I'm going to the rendevous point, the teams expecting us," you said flatly. You walked in silence for five minutes before he broke the silence and asked "how's the um, hole in your liver?" "Hm? Oh they're fine, they healed right about the time I slapped you," you answered quietly. "You know, this could be a reoccurring thing with us," he suggested. "Really?" You glared at him for a second to gauge whether or not he was serious. "Yeah, why not?" He shrugged. You kept your gaze forward and walked in silence for the next ten minutes. Before entering the building where the rest of the team was, you stopped him and offered a small grin "fuck you, I hate you so much." He furrowed his brow some before it clicked in his mind and he grinned "fuck you, I hate you too." You glanced around briefly to make sure no one was looking before pulling him into a quick impassioned kiss by the lapel of his coat. He didn't have time to react before your lips were gone and you were walking inside with a wicked grin. He just chuckled to himself and followed after hanging back to subtly adjust himself.

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker​

[angryducktimemachine]

Ok see i wanted to draw Raskaal but then i looked at the sketch and went Damn this has Baby Dragon Hamid in Prague vibes and well yeah here we are.

Don't worry, I'll draw some Raskaal later as well I'm sure.

[ID: a digital, fully colored drawing of Hamid in his Baby Dragon form from the podcast Rusty Quill Gaming.

Hamid in this is a humanoid dragon with brass colored scales. He has a tail but no wings. His eyes are a glowing yellow. His clothes are gone besides purple pants.

Hamid is cowering with an arched back, looking towards the viewer.

The background is a dark blue and grey and it is raining.

The artists signature "ÄngryDuckTimeMachine" is set in white in the upper right corner. /End ID]

[the-iceni-bitch]

Sweeter Than This

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!spy!Reader

Words: Mobile again ☹️

Summary: You almost miss your first Valentine’s Day with Bucky, but you have a plan to make it up to him.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex(f receiving), salad tossing, unprotected anal sex, use of butt plug), violence (standard canon stuff), SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: Happy V-Day y’all! Here’s the next entry in my Holidays With Bucky series (with so Sam sprinkled in) and it’s a fun one! Unfortunately, the power is out at my place right now due to snow and because my city sucks at preparations I’m probably not going to have power until at least Monday, so we’ll see if I’m able to deliver on my other promised Valentine’s treats for you all.

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Bucky hated clubs so much.

The loud music, the overcrowding, the overpriced drinks. He was absolutely miserable.

It didn’t help that Sam was bouncing around like an idiot, enjoying the atmosphere with a stupid grin on his face. Would it kill the man to act like a professional for once?

They’d followed the target to the Cross Club here in Prague after four days of surveillance with nothing to show for it, and now they were watching him talk to some new player in a VIP booth. God he hoped this would be over soon.

“What?” Buck shouted over the music. Sam had said something, but even with his super soldier hearing, he couldn’t make it out over the thumping bass.

“I said, is Y/N pissed you’re missing Valentines Day?” Sam yelled, his hips still moving in time to the music.

Bucky did some quick mental math and cursed under his breath. He hadn’t seen you in almost 3 weeks. You had to head back to the States for some stupid debrief with Sharon and the big bosses while he and Sam kept chasing leads on Zemo here in Europe. He hadn’t even realized it was Valentines Day.

“Shit, he’s moving.” Sam said, tapping Buck on the shoulder as the mark stood up and moved towards the dance floor.

“Fuck, can’t we go around?” Bucky whined, starting to follow after Sam towards the crowd.

“Y’know, when your girlfriend’s not around, you’re such an old man.” Sam teased. “We don’t wanna lose him, so pull the stick out of your ass and try to look like you’re enjoying yourself.”

Buck just rolled his eyes and trailed after him, doing his best to avoid the writhing, sweaty bodies that kept trying to grind against him. Sam was right, it was a lot easier to enjoy these types of ops when you were with him.

He didn’t know how they managed to keep eyes on the target as he moved through the crowd, but they saw him head out one of the exits and were following after him within a few minutes.

“Hey, Wilson? Where the fuck is he?” Buck hissed as he opened the door to an empty alley.

“Shit, hold on, let me pull up Redwing.”

“I still can’t believe you named that fucking thing.” Buck said exasperatedly.

Sam didn’t have a chance to reply before a motorcycle ripped past the two of them.

“Was that him?” Bucky yelled as he whipped his head after it. “Motherfucker!”

“Calm down, I got it.” Sam said, summoning his wings.

“Oh, I guess I’ll just run after him then? I told you we should’ve brought a car!”

“I could carry you.” Sam said teasingly, giving Bucky a stupid grin.

“Oh fuck you.” Buck said, flipping Sam off as he chuckled at him. “Shit!”

The two of them dove out of the way as a Lexus tore into the alley, stopping just short of hitting them.

“Hey assholes! Happy Valentine’s Day!!!” You shouted as you rolled down the window, a massive grin splitting your face.

“Baby!? What’re you doing here?!?” Bucky asked, beaming back at you.

“I had to get the fuck out of D.C. There was no way I’d miss our first Valentine’s Day! Besides, I missed the field! Now get in, I managed to tag his bike but I don’t want him to get out of range.”

“Shotgun!” Sam called with a grin on his face, making you laugh.

“What?!? Fuck you Wilson! You’re gonna make me sit in the back when this is the first time I’ve seen my girl in weeks?” Bucky said in disbelief.

“Sorry Barnes, you should’ve called it!”

“Yeah babe, you really should’ve called it.” You teased as he crawled into the back of the vehicle with a scowl.

“I can’t believe you’re taking his side.” He pouted at you as Sam climbed after him, bringing the back of his seat up to crash against Buck’s knees.

“There’s no sides, honey, it’s shotgun rules.” You said as you peeled out of the alleyway.

“Whatever, could you move your seat up Wilson?”

“Nope.” Sam said grinning over his shoulder before cursing under his breath and bracing one hand against the ceiling as you swerved around a slow moving van. “Jesus, Y/N! Maybe take it a little slower, we’re still in the city.”

You just snorted before taking a sharp turn at an inadvisable speed, barely tapping on the brakes and sending Bucky sliding across the backseat.

“Put your seatbelts on, idiots.” You scolded as the two of them tried to find something to grab onto.

“Honey, pedestrian, pedestrian, Pedestrian!!!” Buck screamed as he buckled himself in, screwing his eyes closed.

“Yeah, I see them.” You said as you took another turn at the last second, barely missing the man who was crossing the street.

“Oh my god! This is how I’m going to die.” Sam said, his knuckles white on the dashboard as you flew up a hill, the car actually suspending in midair for a beat before crashing back to the street with a jolt. “Stuck in a car with a crazy woman and her 100 year old boyfriend.”

“You’re so fucking dramatic.” You said with an eye roll, glancing at him sideways. “It’s like you’ve never been in a high speed chase before.”

“Eyes on the road!” Bucky shouted at you as an unsuspecting couple started to step off the curb directly into your path.

You hopped onto the walkway behind them to avoid the brake lights in front of you and your two passengers started letting out a steady stream of curses as you weaved between pedestrians and carts.

“Just relax you two, we’ve almost got him.” You said exasperatedly, somehow speeding up even more.

You rounded another corner and the bike popped into view, speeding out of the city at a breakneck speed.

“Shit, gun!” Sam screamed as the biker turned around, hefting an AK-47 and pointing it directly at the windshield.

He and Bucky ducked, hands covering their heads. They flinched as they heard a series of pops, then straightened up slowly when they realized the windshield was still intact.

“Yeah, it’s bulletproof.” You said with a grin as you kept the car steady with one hand, reaching under your seat to grab something. You handed a giant pistol to Sam. “There should be a rifle under the backseat, baby.”

“And what exactly do you want us to do with these?” Sam asked warily as Bucky drew out the rifle and nodded appreciatively.

“Shoot at him.” You said, following the bike around a sharp turn that had the boys bracing themselves.

“Fuck that! If you think I’m sticking half my body out of a window while you’re driving like this you’re insane!” Sam said in disbelief. “Besides the car is bulletproof.

“Yeah, well the tires aren’t, and if he hits one of those while I’m driving this fast, we’re all gonna get shredded.”

Bucky shook his head before rolling down his window and pulling his upper body out of the car, bringing the rifle up to return fire.

“You are both fucking crazy!” Sam said, rolling his own window down and shoving his shoulders out, bringing up his pistol.

The biker turned his focus to Bucky while Sam covered him, and you took the opportunity to speed up.

“What’re you doing, babe?” Bucky shouted into the car as you started to get closer to the bike.

“I’m gonna ram him.” You yelled back. “Keep covering me!”

“Umm, isn’t he supposed to lead us to Zemo? Shit!” Sam yelled, a bullet whizzing by his ear.

“I don’t think he’s leading us anywhere Sammy.”

“Well, we could still get information out of him!”

“Yeah, these guys have proven to be pretty impervious to interrogations, Wilson.” Buck said, gripping the roof of the car with his vibranium hand as you followed the bike around another curve.

“I really just need his phone!” You yelled as you closed the distance even further, now only 25 feet from the back tire of the bike. “You might want to get back inside.”

Sam yanked his upper body back into the vehicle with a curse and Buck slid back inside easily as you pressed the gas pedal to the floor. You hit the bike in a few seconds and sent it and the rider rolling over the car with a thud. As soon as it was clear you slammed on the brakes, sending the vehicle spinning out.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod....” Sam was screaming as the car whipped around over and over, his eyes screwed shut and his hand braced against the roof of the vehicle while his foot braced against the dashboard.

Bucky just clenched his jaw and ripped his vibranium fingers through the back door to hold himself in place, shaking his head at Wilson.

The vehicle finally came to a stop about 200 feet away from where the bike had crashed. Sam wrenched his door open and dove out of the car, bending over and vomiting at the side of the road.

“You ok there Sammy?” You asked, rising from the driver’s seat gracefully and looking at your friend with concern as Bucky almost climbed over the front seat with a wince and joined you.

“Oh, what are you wearing?” He groaned as he finally got a good look at you. “Are you trying to kill me?”

It was a skin tight, patent leather pink dress that was pushing your tits together and up in an absolutely delicious way. The skirt barely covered your ass and he was sure there was no way you could bend over in it without flashing whoever was nearby.

“I told you, baby, it’s Valentines Day.” You sad with a grin as you stepped closer to him.

He moved to wrap his arms around you but you stepped away at the last second, moving back towards where the bike crashed with a light laugh as he let out a frustrated huff.

“What is wrong with you two?!” Sam said as he started to follow after you. “Your girlfriend almost kills me and all you want to do is jump her as soon as it’s over.”

“I mean, did you see that dress?” Bucky said teasingly as he joined your friend, walking a little faster to catch up with you.

“Got the phone!!” You said triumphantly as you straightened back up from your inspection of the dead body. “And it’s still in ok shape! I’m gonna call this in real quick and then we can head back.”

“No! I’m not going anywhere if you’re driving!” Sam said, shaking his head vehemently. “Gimme the keys.”

“C’mon Sammy!” You said with an eye roll.

“You do not get to call me Sammy right now, you psycho!” He said, snatching the keys out of your outstretched hand as you laughed at him. “And neither of you gets to sit shotgun! You sit in the back and think about what you’ve done.”

“Jesus, fine dad.” You said as you slid into the back seat, Bucky chuckling as he slid in after you and slammed the door closed.

Sam pulled the car forward a few feet, turning the wheel sharply before throwing it in reverse and spinning it in the opposite direction as he backed up.

“Uh, Sammy?” You said as he repeated the process. “Maybe just crank the wheel all the way and pull a little further forward?”

“Yeah, it’s not called a 13 point turn, Wilson.”

“Both of you shut the fuck up!! I’m not taking driving advice from you!” He shouted over his shoulder as he did the exact same thing and you lost it, laughing hysterically.

“Oh my god, there’s like 15 feet of road that you’re not using!” You said breathlessly as you cracked up Bucky grinning as he watched you fold over in laughter.

“I cannot believe the shit I have to put up with.” He muttered as he finally straightened out the vehicle and drove back towards the city, doing his best to ignore your dying laughter.

Bucky was beaming at you as you settled down, leaning back against the seat as you wiped tears from your eyes. You smiled back at him and gave him a wink.

“Did I tell you how much I love that dress?” He said as he scooted closer to you, his eyes raking over your chest before sinking lower to gaze at your thighs.

“No.” You said teasingly, biting your lip at him and leaning towards him just a little bit.

“Cuz I fucking love that dress.” He growled at you as he wrapped his hands around your waist and drew you closer, nuzzling himself into your neck.

You gave a soft sigh as he ran his teeth over your throat, flinging one leg over his lap as he moved his vibranium hand from your waist to cup your ass. He moved his mouth up to the hinge of your jaw as he pressed you into him.

“Shit, Bucky.” You moaned as he pulled you onto his lap, his hands running over your thighs to tuck under your skirt as he sucked a bruise against your neck. “I swear to god, if you ruin this dress...”

“Oh, what the fuck guys?!” Sam said as he peeked at you through the rear view mirror. “I’m two feet away from you! It’s like you’re a couple of teenagers.”

“Sorry Sammy!” You whined before letting out a gasp as Bucky nuzzled himself between your tits at the same time he bucked his hips up into you, grinding his hardening cock against you.

“Oh, I do not get paid enough for this shit.” Sam groaned as he pulled the car into the parking lot of the hotel and jolted it to a halt. “I cannot believe I have to put up with you horny idiots.”

“Bye Sam!” You called after him as he slammed the door closed, waving a dismissive hand at you as he started to head back to his room. “Mmm, Bucky!”

He drew the straps of your dress down over your arms and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples as you arched your back into his face.

“Jesus Christ, I fucking missed you.” He groaned before moving his mouth up to yours, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth as he laid you down across the backseat.

“Yeah? What’d you miss baby?” You murmured against his lips, wrapping your legs around him and ripping his shirt over his head.

“Missed the way you smell.” He murmured against your neck as he nuzzled into your hair. “Missed these fucking perfect tits and how well they fit in my hands.” He whispered into your ear as he brought his hands up to palm your breasts, making you whine.

“Fuck, baby. You’re making me so wet.” You said breathlessly as a fresh rush of arousal leaked out of you, your fingers moving to work at undoing his fly.

“Good.” He growled against your collarbone as his he dipped one hand under your ass and pressed you into his hard on. “Cuz I missed that pussy the fucking most.”

“Shit.” You hissed as his vibranium hand ripped off your panties in one quick motion before his hands moved to shove your dress up around your waist. “Don’t you dare fucking rip this dress, Barnes!”

“I’m being careful.” He said with a chuckle before lining himself up. He teased his tip against your entrance before slowly sinking into you, grinning as he watched your eyes roll back in your skull as your lids fluttered, a moan escaping from your lips.

He drew himself out halfway, really taking his time as he felt himself drag against every inch of the warm channel between your legs, then slammed his hips forward with enough force that you had to brace your hand against the door to keep your head from cracking against it. You had to bite your lip to keep from screaming as you came immediately, your back arching up off the seat as your pussy spasmed and fluttered around his cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you miss me too?” Bucky said with a grin as he kept fucking into you, watching your chest heave as you started to come down from your first orgasm. He hooked one hand under your knee and drew it up to your waist, spreading you apart even further.

“Shit, yes!” You moaned as his dick thrust even deeper into you, hitting a new spot that had you seeing stars. “Missed this cock so fucking much.”

“Yeah? You miss feeling me in this tight little pussy?” He said as he felt you clench around him, your hips meeting his thrusts desperately.

“Fuck, Bucky! My pussy needs you so bad. Need your big cock inside me all the time.” You let out a gasp as he brought his vibranium hand between the two of you to strum at your clit. You wrapped your hand around his wrist to keep him in place as you tossed your head back. “Need to feel you stretch me and split me open, baby.”

“Jesus, keep talking.” He murmured as he collapsed on top of you, burying his face in your neck as he started moving his hips even faster. “Love hearing you use that filthy mouth of yours.”

“Yeah, babe? You wanna hear me talk about how much this pussy needs your big cock?” Your grinned when he let out a groan against your neck. “My pussy would get so fucking wet every time I thought about that dick. Nobody fucks me like you do. Oh god, right there!”

“Damn, honey. You’re squeezing me so good. You gonna cum again?”

You just nodded before a sob ripped through your chest, your knuckles turning white as your grip on his vibranium wrist tightening and a wave a pleasure crashed over you. Your legs squeezed his hips as you thumped your fist against the door, your torso rolling underneath Bucky as your cunt clamped down on him, making him twitch.

You felt his hips stuttering as you writhed underneath him, and with just a few thrusts he was filling you up, panting against your neck as he sank on top of you, pressing his full weight into you as he came down.

“Oh my god, happy fucking Valentine’s Day.” He moaned into your hair.

“Shit, I still need to give you your present, baby!!” You said with a grin as you ran your hands over his shoulders.

“I don’t need a present, sweetheart.” He said lazily before peppering soft kisses over your throat.

“Oh, I really think you’re gonna want to open this one.” You sighed, wriggling a little underneath him.

You grabbed his flesh hand and drew it between your legs slowly, dragging it over your sex until his fingers brushed against the jewel that was nestled between your ass cheeks. He sat up with a jolt when he realized what you were suggesting, making you laugh excitedly as he gave you a massive grin.

“Oh my god, Y/N, I’ve been waiting for this.” He said as he flipped you over, smacking your ass as you giggled at him. He spread your cheeks apart and groaned when he got a look at the pink jewel of the plug you had inserted earlier in the day.

He gripped the plug and drew it out of you slowly, biting his lower lip as he watched you pussy clench at the sensation. His breath came out in a hiss once it was free, your pretty hole gaping and fluttering at the loss as you moaned underneath him, pressing your ass back into his palms.

“Fuck, I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before he was yanking your hips back and up, tossing your thighs over his shoulders. You let out a shriek when he ran his tongue over your cunt in a heavy stripe before dragging the flat of the thick muscle over your asshole.

“Fuck, oh my god!” You screamed, trying to find something to brace yourself against as he ran the tip of his tongue around your rim, teasing you and making both of your holes throb with need.

He kept teasing you with his tongue for what felt like hours, alternating between heavy drags that ran over your entire sex and tiny kitten licks that were turning you into a begging, whimpering mess, a steady stream of slick leaking out of your swollen pussy.

“Gotta make sure you’re good and ready for me, gorgeous.” He murmured, giving you a momentary reprieve before he shoved his tongue inside your puckered hole.

The sound you made was otherworldly, halfway between a moan and a cry. He almost came just from the pure wantonness of it, and he felt his cock twitching against your chest as he started to tongue-fuck you. You pressed your cheek to the leather of the seat as he took you apart, mewling like an idiot as he stretched you open, his thick muscle probing you as deep as he could.

“Bucky...” you mumbled before another orgasm shook you, your cunt fluttering around nothing as a wave of bliss traveled up your spine from deep in your core and making you whine as drool leaked from the corner of your mouth.

He pulled his face away from you suddenly and unwrapped his arms from around your thighs. Your muscles were jelly as he lowered your hips, your eyelids drooping as you moaned at the loss of him. Once he finally had you laid back down, he took a second to gaze at you.

He loved how fucked out you got. Your limbs were splayed out at random angles as your back rose and fell with deep breaths, the curves of your breasts just peeking out from where they were pressed against the seat. He brushed your hair away from your face to see you grinning up at him, your cheeks streaked with tears and mascara and your lipstick smeared all over your mouth and chin as you looked at him with lust blown pupils.

“We’re still not done.” He said softly before wrapping his hand around your throat and yanking you up until your back was flush against his chest, making you gasp. He brought his other hand between you to wrap around his cock and dragged it through the slick that had soaked your ruined pussy before teasing his tip against the rim of your tightest hole. “I think you’re ready for me.”

He didn’t wait for you to answer before shoving his hips forward and spearing into you. Your body tried to jolt forward at the intrusion but his palm on your throat kept you in place, holding you still as he bottomed out.

“Jesus Christ, you feel amazing.” He muttered into your hair, his fingers vibrating over your throat as you let out a whine.

He pressed down against your jugular as he started to move his hips, dragging in and out of you at a deliciously slow pace that had you keening. You were losing yourself in the new sensation of having him fill your tightest channel, his thick cock stretching you more than you’d ever been before. Your head dropped back on his shoulder as he started to move faster, the slick leaking from your pussy making it easier for him to slide in and out of you.

“Fuck, I love your body. You treat me so good baby.” He murmured against the shell of your ear. “Wanna fill all your your pretty holes and pump you full of my cum. Wish I could be inside you all the time, pretty girl.”

Your pussy was fluttering around nothing as his soft praises filled your ears, and when he dropped his hand to the apex of your thighs you almost came immediately with a cry.

“You didn’t think I forgot about this pretty pussy, did you baby?” He whispered as his metal fingers spread you apart, teasing over your entrance as his flesh hand increased the pressure on your airway and his hips picked up the pace. “You want me to fuck you with my fingers while my cock’s in your ass, honey?”

“Fuck, Bucky, I want you to spank it.” You moaned as he continued to tease you, your brain starting to shut down as the mixture of sensations overwhelmed you.

He let out a feral growl against the curve of your neck before wrapping his lips around your earlobe. “Shit, you gonna cum if I spank it?” He hissed in your ear as he kept his fingers running over your sex.

“Yeah, I’m gonna fucking cum! Need you to spank my pussy, Bucky, please.”

His teeth nipped at the hollow behind your ear at the same time he smacked your cunt and you let out a shriek as your body vibrated against him. Your thighs quivered with strain as your pussy spasmed uncontrollably, your asshole strangling Bucky’s cock as you shook in your bliss, his hand around your neck the only thing keeping you upright.

“Fuuuuck.” He hissed against your neck as his hips chased his own release. “I wanna fuck all your holes while I cum, sweetheart, get ready.”

You only had a second before he was shoving three fingers into your pussy at the same time he put two fingers in your mouth, choking you as he shoved them down your throat before you were able to relax. He groaned when you started sucking on him, swirling your tongue around his digits while his vibranium fingers curled inside of you against that sweet spot that made your eyes roll back in your skull.

He felt you clench around him everywhere and let out a groan into your hair, his cock twitching inside you as you both neared your ends.

He ground his palm against your clit and you were finished, sobbing around his fingers as you squirted your release all over his hands, his thighs, and the seat in what was the biggest orgasm of your life. Your body tried to lift itself off the seat as you came, your vision whiting out as your muscles stopped working and Bucky let you collapse forward as he finished.

Another few thrusts of his stuttering hips and he let out a wordless roar as he came inside you, filling you completely with his spend until it was leaking out around his cock. He collapsed on top of you as his body rolled on a wave of pleasure, his breath hitching in his chest.

The two of you laid there tangled with each other for what felt like hours. You were so utterly spent that the passage of time no longer held any meaning, and you completely forgot where you were.

“Holy fuck.” Bucky muttered after a while, still unable to move anything except his face, which he nuzzled into your hair.

“Yeah.” You muttered into the seat cushions, your brain finally resetting.

“I mean, holy fuck.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Yeah.” You said again, wiggling your toes look experimentally as your body started to come back down.

“I’ve never cum that hard before in my life.” He muttered as he drew his hands over your arms until they were pressing into your shoulders, moving your hair aside so he could pepper kisses all over your neck.

“Me either.” You whispered, turning your head over your shoulder so you could press your lips to his softly.

He pulled away once he was able, giving you a sloppy grin as he managed to sit up, pulling out of you gingerly and groaning at the sight of his cum leaking out of you. You twisted until you were able to sit up yourself, leaning back against the car door as you beamed back at him.

“Best fucking Valentine’s Day ever.” He muttered, drawing you onto his lap to kiss you deeply, and wondering if it would be too tacky to tell you he loved you after the first time you let him fuck your ass.

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Mister “I’m freezing my balls off” as soon as the temperature gets below 75 certainly didn’t think twice about a trip to Austria.   I could have stayed in our cabin and lounged by the fire and drank hot chocolate laced with booze all day, but somehow I got talked into being out here.  I am NOT at the level of snowboarding as he is lol   And I’m the one that grew up in Colorado!

He better pamper the shit out of me later ;)

That’s it, baby. Take it off.  Take it ALLLLL off.

Damn it!!!

His team lost :(   So no wild and crazy adrenaline driven sex for me tonight.  Guess I better take one for the team and play sympathetic wife and give him comfort sex.  ;)

No.  The kids aren’t with us.  They’re all at school. But when we went for one of our road trips and when we stopped to load up on snacks, I made him buy me a kite. And now he’s really pulling out all the stops and showing his ‘best husband ever’ card.  Someone wants head tonight ;)

Side note: He was going to get it anyway. But don’t tell him that ;)

When in Prague...

I got to have myself a little getaway.  Husband is here for work (client meetings) and I’m here to keep him company.  The kids had sent him a text message while we were out, asking him if he missed them.  He had nerve to send them this picture LOL

My poor long suffering husband. We’re almost thirteen years into this marriage thing and he still hasn’t caught onto the fact that  I’m late for everything lol

He has it so rough, doesn’t he?

It’s wet suit day!  One of my favourite days of the week!

Nice bum, where ya from?

It wouldn’t be a proper trip to a public beach without it ending with him dropping his gitch in the parking lot. 

#noshame

I am so clawing the shit out of that back and those shoulders when we get home ;)

One of his little secrets is that he’s an amazing cook.  Which is great, because I can’t cook for shit lol     And damn it if he doesn’t look -and smell- even more delicious than the food...

(He’s smiling because I made a off the cuff comment about paying gratitude to the chef later.  And that from here on out, when alone, he can only wear an apron)

Wife win!

I bought him that sweater. Not only is he wearing it, he actually likes it!!

And he’s looking damn cute with his new hair cut, isn’t he?

Massive drama in the Rake house this morning.  Daddy came home  (after being gone for a few days for work) clean shaven last night and when the four youngest woke up and saw him, nothing but screaming and tears! They were completely traumatized. 

That is not how daddy is supposed to look!

Oh you’re trying to work out are you? Good luck with that.

So my husband has what he calls ‘wank libraries’ on his phone.  Which consist of pictures of me hat I won’t go into detail about.  He’s even got some homemade ‘movies’ on there.  But he’s assured me everything is locked down and no one (especially the kids) could ever access them if they have his phone.

But what does he have for his wallpaper? That everyone can see? From a boudoir shoot I had done for his birthday...

Yeah....

He insists that it’s beautiful and classy and the whole world deserves to see it. I dunno...