#i'm a salty salty bench today

[spidernuggets]

could you pretty please, if you have any request spaces left open, do a little something where y/n is like a ball of sunshine type character and nothing ever seems to break her or get her hopes down, but one day jason is suuupper pissed off about smth and he verbally takes it out on her and it makes her cry, and he feels bad immediately but won't admit to that just yet because he's in his asshole era (maybe this would fit titans jay better), and he just doubles down like why the hell are you crying that he's seen her handle waayy worse than this and still manage to stay upbeat, and she's like forcing herself to stop crying and pull herself together and she tells him it's cuz it's him and hes like oh of course you'd cry over me cuz I'm just so awful and she's like actually no cuz it hurts to be on the receiving end of his anger because she's a little bit in love with him. Angst is my absolute fav so that's why I'm asking for sadness 💔😢

Jason Todd x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

Note: Yayyy angst! 🥳🥳

"Oh, oh, of course it's me! Blame Jason Todd once again for being such a prick and an asshole!"

"Hey, Jay! Wanna train together?" You came skipping into the training room, seeing Jason already throwing a couple of strikes to a punching bag.

"Not today." He replies, refusing to look at you and continuing to hit the bag, quickly wiping the sweat dripping from his forhead.

"C'mon, just one quick sparring match, hm? Please! You said you'd show me how to do that cool headlock thingy," you kept your upbeat attitude, missing the memo that Jason was not having it today.

"Jesus, I said no! Would you fuck off, I'm busy," he raises his voice at you.

He was in a mood because just a few hours ago, Dick threatened to bench him if Jason couldn't keep in line. If Jason won't stop disobeying orders, Dick wouldn't think twice about taking the mask and cape away from him.

But when Jason raised his voice, your smile quivered. "Oh.. I'm sorry. Maybe later, yeah? I know sparring makes you feel better!-"

You were cut off by Jason, fully yelling at you this time. "For fuck's sake, can you not take a hint or are you really that fucking dense? I don't wanna fucking spar right now, and I don't wanna spar with you! So how 'bout you get this through your thick skull, and fuck off!" He didn't mean to say any of that. He mentally punched himself for ever opening his mouth.

He knows you just wanted to make him feel better, but his stupid brain made him take his anger out on you. He always admired your happy and positive attitude. He doesn't know how you keep it up. Every time you walked into the room, it was like an angel came in with a glowing aura accompanying you. And his heart always swelled at the fantasy that you shared that aura with him every time you spoke a word to him, every compliment you gave him, every smile you sent his way. He wanted to apologise, but his thick pride got in the way.

"I..." You could barely get a word out. Jason has never talked to you like that before. Hell, he never even raised his voice to you before. You hiccuped, your throat getting clogged up, and you felt like you needed to hurl whike your chest ached.

It was too late before you noticed the salty tears travelling down your reddened cheeks. And it was too late before Jason noticed his mouth talking faster than his brain could think.

"Fuck, now you're crying?" He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "There's literally nothing to cry over, and I shouldn't even need to tell you twice to leave me alone!" What the fuck, why won't he stop talking?

You tried to wipe away your tears and tug your lips upward to show at least half a smile, but a choked out whine escaped instead.

"Honestly, stop crying, would you?" He really couldn't stop himself. Words just kept vomiting out his mouth like that time he drank one brew too many last time he kicked some villain's ass. He liked that memory. Granted, he was throwing up buckets, but you were behind him as he was hunched over the toilet seat. You thought he'd forgotten the next morning, but he clearly remembered how you were right behind him, rubbing his back in comfort, telling him you'd stay with him as long as he wanted. He also remembered the way you supported him up while walking him back to his room. He remembered you tucking him into bed, placing a trash can beside it, making sure he's sleeping on his side. He remembered you quietly reminding him about the water bottle you left on his nightstand. He also remembered that bold and cheeky peck you left in the soft curls of his head while telling him to get some good rest.

"You literally got stabbed and had a near death experience, and you were smiling the whole time you were recovering! Now you're crying? And for what?!"

"You- You're being mean," you sniffled.

He scoffs again and lets out a sarcastic laugh. "Oh, oh, of course it's me! Blame Jason Todd once again for being such a prick and an asshole!"

You tried holding in your sobs, but that led to you almost choking on your held breath, your chest feeling full, and your head feeling sore. Jason wanted nothing more for you to slap him, hit him, shut him up. He wanted to tell you he didn't mean it, that he was sorry. He wanted to run up to you, hug you in a tight embrace, and tell you not to cry because he actually is a prick and an asshole.

"Literally, why the hell are you still even here! Get lost, I'm not gonna say it again!" He yells for the final time before going back to the punching bag. And after the few seconds he got back to it, he glanced at where you were standing and saw you were already gone.

He curled over, leaning his hands over his knees, panting furiously. He wasn't sure if the tiredness came from the punches or the yelling. Maybe both. But picturing the broken look on your face pissed him off even more. Not because you were sad. Because he was the one who made you sad. This made him hate himself even more.

He tore the boxing gloves off his hands, projecting them off somewhere in the room, and yelled out in anger. He didn't even notice he started crying himself.

It's been another couple of hours. Your cheeks were long dried, but that didn't stop your shallow breaths from shaking continuously.

You then heard light knocks coming from your door. You took 3 deep and calm breaths before going towards it to see who it was.

Jason was pretty much the last person you'd expect to be standing on the other side. Furthermore, him holding a small bouquet of flowers in his trembling hands was the last thing you'd expect him to present to you. But you were scared to make the wrong move that might tick him off again.

"Jason, can we talk later I-" You said slowly in a whisper, looking at the ground while shaking your head, trying to close the door on him.

"Y/n, please," he holds the door, leaving a little gap open between you and him. "I'm sorry. I- I shouldn't have yelled, and I-"

"No, Jason, stop. It's my fault. I shouldn't have pushed you, and I'm sor-"

"Don't you dare apologise." This time, when Jason raised his voice, it was different. It was softer. "It's not your fault. I was just angry, and I took it out on you. The only thing I was right about was that I am a prick and an asshole. And- and I took your gorgeous smile away from you, and-" He started to word vomit again, but this time, it made your lips tug upwards. "And I don't want you to fuck off or get lost. I never want you to get lost because your so amazing and."

He continued his rambles and didn't notice that you opened the door wider. He tore his gaze away from the ground, and his heart raced when he felt your hands cupped around his own that were holding the flowers.

"The flowers are really pretty, Jay," you smiled at him.

Your happiness was so magnetising that he mirrored your smile. But it faltered. "I'm sorry," he repeats. "You shouldn't have cried over me because of how much of an asshole I am.."

You sighed, taking the flowers from his grasp and holding them close to your chest, your finger gently gliding over some of the petals. "Let's be real, Jason, you're always an asshole. But... I was crying because you've never been so angry at me before. I was crying because I hated knowing that I was the one who pissed who off."

"Shit, oh, sweet thing, no," he quietly replied, holding both your shoulders, making you look at him. Your face warmed at the nickname. "You- You didn't piss me off. I was already pissed off before that. It was just bad timing, and me being a hot head- you can never make me angry."

Neither of you realised how the two of you were in such close proximity.

"Well... you can make it up to me?" You say, your spark of sunshine and optimism coming back.

"Yeah- yes, how, I'l do anything," Jason quickly replied.

You step back, walking to your desk, pulling an empty vase to put the flowers in. "There's a cute cafe that opened downtown," you started, admiring the arrangement of flowers. "Go with me?" You shyly ask, back still facing him.

Jason smiled wider, thinking that alone time with you would count as a date. "Of course, sugar. Anything else?"

You giggled and turned around and crossed your arms. "Yes. You're paying, obviously," you walked up to him.

"Obviously," he copied.

"And I want this to be a date." This was a new, bold side to you. You've never been this straightforward before.

Jason glances up to the ceiling for a few seconds, pretending to think. "Yeah," he places his his hands on your waist, your own resting on his chest. "I think that could be arranged."

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[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Justice for Nino

Now that all of season 5 is on Disney+, my SO wants to watch it to see what I was so disappointed by. And since I love him too much to let him suffer that alone, I'm rewatching them with him. We just watched Illusion, the episode the killed Nino's character, and I'm still salty about it. After seasons of minimal screen time, they finally give Nino a chance to "shine" by doing this to him?

Key moments of disapointment:

Nino, holder of the miraculous of Protection, deciding that akumatizing Gabriel Agreste is a great plan. Nino, who got akumatized over trying to throw Adrien a party! There is no way that he'd ever consider doing this to Adrien when there's a whole city of other options.

The akumatizing plan isn't terrible, but once again, miraculous of Protection! A protector would wait and inform Ladybug and Chat Noir first so that they're there, ready to stop the akuma as soon as it happens, thereby minimizing the damage. It's not like the heroes are impossible to track down. Just wait for the next akuma. Also make sure that they need this information before you akumatize someone. For all you know, they already know.

This line:

It's not like we have any Miraculous that Monarch could steal from us. The only ones who need to protect their secret identities are Ladybug and Cat Noir, not us.

This comes across as him having absolutely no faith in Ladybug and Chat Noir. Do you think that your benched status is permanent, Nino? You'll be Carapace again as soon as the miraculouses are recovered!

Nino apologizing to Gabriel, but not Adrien. Like, come on Nino, you're supposed to be Adrien's best friend! Even if you think your plan was a good one, wouldn't you feel at least a little sorry for what happened to your best friend. Not to mention the fact that the Gabriel apology barely counts as an apology.

Nino: Mr. Agreste, I owe you an apology. All your troubles today, the pizza, the pasta, the chocolate, all that was... that was a plan to help Ladybug and Cat Noir. And it worked, dude! 

He even goes on to say

Nino: Our first mission was a huge success

As if the lightning thing was somehow useful. Even if that was how Gabriel was giving people powers, what good does that do for the heroes? They can't stop lightning!

Just, ugh, Nino deserves so much better than this. I know Alya's Lila blindness bothers people and I get it, it bothers me, too, but this is worse in my opinion. We can at least pretend that Lila's lies are as clever as the writers claim, thereby lessening how bad a friend Alya is being, but this? This is Nino eagerly planning to hurt his best friend. Remind me again, how is he better than Chloe?

#ml writing salt #ml writing critical #ml season 5 salt #ml illusion #Nino deserves better #nino lahiffe

[beanxiv]

denki and a f!reader at the beach together!! (i made this vague on purpose, for you to have room for creativity!! i just want t'see y/n on a beach date with denki)

brighter than the sun ; denki kaminari ✩࿐

summary: you and denki spend some well-deserved time together at the beach

warnings: ends kind of abruptly, cliche, suggestive-ish, established relationship, aged up characters, use of petnames (baby, babe), like .2 seconds of play-fighting,

the sun sure was doing its job today, in fact, it was doing more than it needed to. it was unnecessarily hot on this pretty august day.

and what do you do when it gets unnecessarily hot on a pretty august day? you hop into denki's black and yellow acura nsx and speed to one of japan's gorgeous beaches. (but not really though, you're both heroes who really don't need a speeding ticket to stir up the press.)

and there you are now, lying on your stomach across a towel chargebolt themed because denki loves when you sport his merch.

you're currently basking in the sun's heat, letting its rays sink into your back, denki on the other hand is still splashing around in the ocean.

sooner or later denki is climbing back up the sand to you. water drips off the solid planes of his torso. you watch shamelessly as drops of water slide off his pecs and down between his abs.

"hey, hot stuff." denki winks like he's hitting on you after just having met you. "like what you see?"

"mhm," you sit up a bit, leaning on your elbows. denki sits on his own towel and rubs your back with his cold, wet hands. upon contact with his freezing palm you jump, "denki! your hands are so cold..."

the blonde chuckles, "sorry baby, lemme give you an apology kiss."

something tells you he did this on purpose just to get a kiss.

but, it was a win-win situation for you too so, "m'kay, c'mere then."

you sit up fully and pull denki in by the lightning bolt necklace you gifted him during your u.a days. before you could even lean in denki's lips catch yours swiftly in a salty kiss. denki knows you can taste the sea salt on his lips and to further tease you, his tongue darts out to lick the corner of your top lip. at this you giggle against his lips and denki swears he felt his heart skip and fly out of his chest.

he'd rip it out and give it to you himself if he could.

finally, you break away for air and denki lies back on the towel, his chest rising and falling in quick breaths and a wild grin on his face, brighter than the sun. "man... i'll never stop needing to kiss you."

"alright, cornball." you jest, lightly hitting his stomach, his abs flexing against your touch.

"hey, not cool!" he jumps up from his position, standing over you. in one quick swoop he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. he can bench twice your weight and more. if you think you're heavy— hell, your weight was denki's warm-up.

"denki! if you don't put me down, i swear to—"

too late. denki was already running down the beach. jumping over waves while you beg him not to do what you knew he would. toss you right into the freezing waves.

you shriek out a line of curses against the piercing cold, pulling your head up over the blue-green water. standing at your full height the water reaches your waist. the cold lasts mere seconds but you pretend to shiver just to make denki feel bad.

spoiler alert: he felt no remorse. he cups your cheeks and kisses the tip of your nose and presses another salty kiss to your lips. you lean into his touch only for his grip on your face to (gently) tighten and he just shoves you back underwater like the monster he is.

he pulls you back up just as your face is about to go under and you punch him in the gut, "you're such a bully, denki! what if i drowned?"

"but i pulled you back up, babe." denki rubs the spot that you punched half-heartedly, "no need to worry about danger while 'm with ya."

"there you go, being corny again." you dodge his attempt to grab you again with a gasp. "i'm just kidding, baby! i love you sooo much! nothing you say could ever be corny!"

your blonde boyfriend straightens up, hands planted on his hips and chest puffed out in pride. "that's what i like t'hear! who's your favorite hero?"

at this you scoff, already making your way back up the sand. "i'm my favorite hero, duh."

"other than you!" denki follows, rolling his eyes.

"hmm..." you decide to tease him. "i dunno... midoriya's climbing up the ranks really quick, yeah? and bakugou has always been pretty strong. and kirishima's making a name for himself too now, so i'm not sure, maybe—"

"alright! i get it." denki mutters

"just kidding, baby," a teasing grin climbs up your face, you drape yourself over denki's broad chest. "you've always been my number one, so don't worry."

denki cocks a brow at that, albeit wrapping his arms around your form. "oh? who's being corny now?"

you groan, "can we just never have a nice moment?"

"you started it??" denki looks confounded at your accusation.

"what is this, preschool? take responsibility, denki. doesn't matter who started it, you encouraged it, didn't you?" you fight to keep stern look and keep back the laugh threatening to spill out of your lips.

denki's mouth hangs open now, "alright, sorry mom."

"i'll hit you," you half-heartedly threaten.

denki tightens his hold on you (as if you'd leave his embrace in the first place.) "can't do that if y'can't move."

you lean further into his touch, "you're a brat."

denki laughs, kissing the crown of your head. "yes, but i'm your brat."

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#stop this was so cliche im gonna die #denki fluff #denki kaminari #denki kaminari x reader #kaminari x reader #kaminari denki #denk x reader #kaminari fluff #denki kaminari imagine #bnha #boku no hero #mha #beanxiv writes

[thania-keiji-gf]

ACCIDENTALLY HIT BALL TO YOU

Haikyuu Various Character (My Top Three)

Kageyama Tobio

"ARE YOU OKAY?" just asking with high tone from his position in front of net while you at bench, side of court. "okay and very fine ofc." you just mumbling while rubbing your dizzy head, no think about answering his ask. ah you think you will faint after—"oi, i'm asking you idiot fool. are you okay?" suddenly an another hand is touching your head and making you widened your eyes. the karasuno's setter is looking you down with concern gaze. red pink blush cheeks mode on. "to—tobio?! ofc i'm not!!"

-> (9.5/10 = Little Worrying But Doesn't Want To Showing That)

Nishinoya Yuu

he just practice how to set for synchronization attack. but accidentally on his second try, nishinoya throwing the ball with too much energy . "ouch!" you winced as you falling in floor. you doesn't ready after this incident, because you doesn't realized it comes to you. "MY SWEET BABY!" you heard something loudly from far, just for a second you already looking someone in front of you. squatting while giving you very concern face that you ever see. "YOU OKAY?" nishinoya asking very fast like how he is. "uh—i can't see well, my vision is blurry a bit."

"WHAT? WE NEED TO GO TO DOCTOR. I'M VERY SORRY MY BABY, I DIDN'T EXPECT IF IT WILL COMES TO YOU. I'LL STOP PRACTICE HOW TO SET FROM NOW, OKAY SWEET?" nishinoya hugging you very tight and rubbing your head very soft. it's makes you blushing a bit and forgot an ache on your head. "no need to stop practice, no—noya kun. i'm okay. when someone is just get hit by something very hard, blurry vision is normal." you explain him about that, slowly want to responding his hug before he giving a bit distance from you for suddenly.

"so that's?" he ask with innocent face. you nod a little, "that's noya-kun. i'm very fine, i just didn't realized about the ball that's why i fell after get hit." silently for a second until you hear little laugh out from nishinoya mouth, "ahahaha. i'm such a little fools. sorry for hitting ya, baby." then he hugging you tightly again, which is the chance for you respond his warms hug. you smiling a little. "it's okay, noya. i luv u."

-> (9.8/10 = Still A Fool But Trying To Makes Sure You Okay)

Tsukishima Kei

"i already told you to don't. don't standing at side of net. did you has a dream being a net pole, huh? you idiot." he scolding you while give a hands for you stand up with his help. you just cluckling and respond his hand for stand up again. you feel very dizzy because his fail serve that landing on your beautiful head, but why he still scolding you? did this salty-shima doesn't know he also wrong for hitting you with ball for accidentally. can he just say sorry about this incident and rubbing your head softly likes how gentleman always do. it's sound better than scolding you.

"oi, let's go. why you stuck in your position? the ache on your head will be worse if we don't go to clinic, you idiot." tsukishima's voice makes your soul comeback to real life, you blinked for a second. "did you just said you wanna bring me to clinic?" "no, i wanna tie you to the net for a new pole." silent. you looking him without says anything, and tsukishima just sighed. "ofc i'll bring ya to clinic oh my god, why you such a idiot fools like that duo huh? this is my apologize, can you just understand?" and whatever he did for you, his saltyness, his scold, his rude. you know he still your boyfriend, tsundere-shima.

-> (9/10 = The Rude As Hell But His Inner Self Yell To Bring You To Clinic As Fast As He Can)

thania's note :

IT'S ALMOST A WEEK AFTER I UPLOAD MY LAST WORKS :DDD i just little tired but i'm sure i don't stop write and keep writing until i can post an amazing work to y'all !! anyway today's work is Various Haikyuu Boys (that actually my top three) When He Accidentally Hitting Ball To You hehe. maybe i make a grammar mistake because English is not my first language. but i hope you still enjoy my stories and understand !! luv yaaa <333

#Thank You For Reading #Thania's Brain #Haikyuu #Haikyuu Fluff #Karasuno #Kageyama #Kageyama Fluff #Nishinoya #Nishinoya Fluff #Tsukishima #Tsukishima Fluff #Haikyuu x You #Haikyuu x Readers

[englishstrawbie]

For the lyric prompt thingie :)

"Used to wear my sadness like a choker, yeah, it had me by the throat. Tonight, I feel I'm draped in it like a loose garment: I just let it flow..."

Loose Garment by MUNA

Lucy/Kate

Lucy leaving her appointment with the Kahuna, maybe? Idk this one always gives me "breakup era Kacy" vibes.

Thank you for this prompt! It was interesting to get inside of Lucy's head in those sad and angst-filled days, when we're used to seeing them so happy right now. Quite the challenge and I enjoyed it! I hope I did it justice. 😊

A link to the song

>>>>>

It’s early afternoon when Lucy steps out of the small shack, the sun at its brightest and warming everything it touches. It wraps around her like a blanket and she is grateful for the comfort it brings. Today was her third session with the Kahuna, and she has found each one opening her up a little bit more. It is not easy for her and she is left feeling exposed, a vulnerability she doesn’t like and usually tries to avoid.

But not this time.

She would never tell Ernie this, but he was right about the Kahuna. Her visits to him have been positive and she is working through the grief she feels at the end of her relationship. At the way it ended, and how it was snatched from her just as she was falling in love. It took a while for her to lean into the Kahuna’s practices and she still finds some of what he says a little kooky, but he is slowly teaching her to embrace it all, to let herself feel sad and angry and heartbroken instead of burying it deep inside and pretending like it doesn’t matter.

Because it does matter.

Abandoning her car, Lucy wanders across the street towards the water. She has no intention of stepping foot on the sand, of course, but the beach will be busy, full of day trippers and holidaymakers, and she isn’t ready to go home to a silent apartment just yet. She grabs a cup of shaved ice from a nearby cart, choosing a pineapple topping – a subtle defiance to Kate’s dislike for the fruit – and finds an empty bench to sit on.

Leaning back, Lucy looks out across the water at the bodies swimming through the waves and the boards that bob up and down on the surf. She inhales deeply, taking in the smell of the sand and sea – familiar to anyone who lives on a tropical island, but stirring new memories now. Of being roused on a Saturday morning with salty kisses, of droplets of seawater falling onto her chest, of unwanted grains of sand making their way into the bed.

It causes Lucy to feel overwhelmed with a loneliness that threatens to bring tears to her eyes. She blinks them back, even though she knows the Kahuna would tell her to let them fall, because she’s still Lucy Tara and she isn’t someone who cries in public over a broken heart. She doesn’t fight the ache in her heart though, instead letting herself feel sad until it is ready to subside.

Her cup of shaved ice is starting to melt in the heat and Lucy takes a bite, enjoying the sweetness of the syrup. She still remembers the look on Kate’s face when she had presented her with breakfast, only to turn her nose up at the way the juice from the pineapple had – in Kate’s words – infected all the other fruits and pastries on the plate. She still remembers the way Kate had tipped her head back and laughed when Lucy had pointed out that this is why it pays to make too much food for breakfast, because at least she’d have options.

God, she misses that laugh and the way Kate’s face lights up when she smiles.

Lucy hasn’t seen her since her apology in the bullpen and she is pretty sure that Kate is avoiding coming by, despite being the FBI’s NCIS liaison. She sometimes finds herself listening out for the sound of clipped heels on the hard floor or waiting for the waft of floral perfume that gives away her presence – disappointed when it doesn’t come. She berates herself for craving her company, tells herself it makes her weak, but the Kahuna is teaching her that it is okay to miss her and that forgiveness is the first step towards healing.

She wants to heal.

With the sun getting stronger, Lucy wipes her brow and stands up, throwing her empty cup into the nearby trashcan and heading to her car. It is like she is on autopilot as she drives the familiar coastal road to the tall apartment block that she knows so well. She pulls into an empty parking space outside and takes the elevator to the twelfth floor.

Pausing outside the door, her bravery wavers a little, but she forces herself to lift her hand and knock sharply three times.

There is a patter of bare feet on hard wooden floors and the click of the lock, and she braces herself as the door opens.

“Lucy.” Kate’s voice is full of surprise and she shakes her head, confused. “What are you doing here?”

“I forgive you,” Lucy says, the words falling from her mouth before she can stop them.

Kate stares at her, dumbfounded at her unexpected visit, and Lucy feels the need to fill the silence.

“You said you were sorry and I… I forgive you,” Lucy says.

With those three words, she feels some of the weight of her grief lift: the first step to healing.

“You do?”

Lucy nods. “I don’t wanna be mad any more, it’s too hard,” she admits. “And we still have to work together, right?”

Kate smiles – a quick upturn of lips that never reaches her eyes, which have always given away everything she is feeling. There is an awkwardness between them that Lucy wishes wasn’t there but she can’t bring herself to let down all the walls she has built up since the last time she was at this door. It is going to take a lot more sessions with the Kahuna before she is able to do that.

“Well, I should go,” Lucy says. “I guess I’ll see you at Pearl?”

“Yeah, I need to stop by and see Tennant on Monday,” Kate says.

Monday. At least Lucy will be prepared when she shows up.

She turns and starts to walk towards the elevator, pausing when Kate calls out her name.

‘Don’t say it,’ she thinks to herself. She remembers how close Kate was to declaring her love that night in the bullpen and Lucy had cut her off, knowing it is the one thing that might make her crumble; and she doesn’t want that. She holds her breath and turns.

“Thank you,” is all Kate says.

Lucy exhales slowly, before offering her a half-smile, the best she can do in the circumstances.

“I’ll see you, Kate.”

#ncis hawai'i #ncis hawaii #lucy tara #kate whistler #ncis hawai'i fanfiction #whateverwhatevs #february lyric prompt challenge #my fanfiction

[pbandjesse]

I am back in Baltimore. And my body aches very badly still but I had a good day. Made some port choices with food but it's not the first time it won't be the last time I'm sure.

We got a lot done today. I was a little exhausted because I didn't sleep great. Her air conditioning kept turning on and off because it was on Eco mode and I was just pretty uncomfortable and had a really hard time falling asleep. But I didn't sleep horribly once I was asleep. I woke up a couple times because my neck hurts but overall pretty good sleep. When I did wake up I told her that next time I want a fan because I got very stuffy in there whenever the air is turned off and it's hard to stay comfortable.

I got dressed pretty quickly and I didn't love my original outfit and then I wore this dress for the first time and the pink just felt like it was a lot. With the tank top in the sandals I like it a little bit more but still felt cute. And we were out the door around 8:30.

We decided to go to cracker barrel for breakfast because just likes it so much. But I ran into the same problem I always have there which is they just put onions in everything and I decided that even though I should not be eating onions and it makes my mouth burn and gives me horrible stomach issues I was going to risk it. First time in a while I've done that and I regret it because I feel terrible and very itchy. I honestly do think that I have developed an actual onion allergy and not just a sensitivity. I've always been very sensitive to them but I think it might be an actual allergy now. Which sucks.

But even though it ended up hurting me later I did enjoy the food. I got eggs Benedict with impossible sausage on top. I did not eat the impossible sausage because it was a very very salty. But in eggs Benedict on biscuits was actually pretty nice I was surprised. I didn't think it was going to have the structure.

Are waitress was very nice and we spent a little time looking in the store. Our waitress got us drinks to go for free. Which was really nice of her. And they were gigantic. Just unreasonably large. And honestly kind of boring but it was free so I'm not going to complain too much. They were supposed to be half and halfs but they just tasted like very unsweetened iced tea and it wasn't my favorite but whatever.

After we left there we drove back to that park we saw yesterday that had a really cute vibe. Playground equipment was a little squeaky and everything had age limits on it which is something I've never really seen to that extent. But we went and sat on the swings for a little bit despite the signs. And then we saw that they had benches that were swings and moved over to that. And we sat and enjoyed the water and rocked for a bit. But honestly I could have fallen asleep I was having such a nice time sitting there. And we chilled until the sun was getting too hot and then we went back to the house.

When we got back there we got right into our cleaning an organization. The plan was to go through some of the boxes and try to get rid of a few things and try to get it unpacked a little bit more. And over the next few hours we did do that. And I was really proud of us because I think it came together really well.

The big issue though is that she has no furniture. So there wasn't really places we could put things. The big one being in the kitchen. We were able to get the counter contact papered. And it went way easier than inside the cabinets and then she was able to figure out a better system for doing the cabinets later in the day. So we had a system and we were making space but 90% of the stuff that she owns is kitchen stuff. And what she needs is to get a shelf and an island and a couple little things for the kitchen so that she can actually start putting things away because there's nowhere to put it. And like if it was me I would just start filling the cabinets for now just to get things out of the space so that I was not as overwhelmed but at least things were out of the boxes.

It was fun sitting there though and unwrapping things. That was my job. We both sat in the living room and I would pull things out of boxes and unwrap them and hand the paper to her and put them in decoration or kitchen piles. Then we sorted by breakable and non-breakable and then she put all of the cups away that we could find. Mugs as well. We could not find any bowls. We have no idea where they could be because she definitely has bowls and we did find an entire set of fine China. That her aunt was getting rid of so she took. But she does not need eight sets of a full China set. Like four sizes of plates cups and stuff it's ridiculous It's not even the style that she likes. I kept trying to convince her that she should just get rid of it but I could not in the end. We did fill a box of stuff that she decided was unnecessary. And I just had a good time looking through things. I found a whole bunch of her squished pennies and baby pictures and things I've gifted her and memories. It was a lot of fun.

As I was sitting there going through boxes I had some more of the guacamole. Honestly not the best one that I've gotten from that place at the market. It was a lot lighter and not as limey. She didn't like it very much which is fine. More for me. I hope next week's is a little bit better. And we eventually were just chilling because we're both tired. My allergies were bothering me a lot for moving everything and I was sneezing a lot and was kind of uncomfortable. Plus my stomach still hurt from the onions I should not have eaten.

We did make really good progress though and it took a few hours but it was a good time. And we decided to reward ourselves with ice cream again.

We did not go to the same place. Instead we went to a place that we had driven past on the way to the place yesterday. And not only did this place have more flavors of custard they also took credit cards which is something that the other place did not. So we both ordered milkshakes. I got a mint chocolate chip and she got strawberry. Her strawberry one was very very dark red like almost like what you expect a raspberry to look like. But it was a nice flavor and I enjoyed mine as well. It was made with vanilla custard with an a mint syrup and chocolate chips mixed in kind of like how nifty fifties used to do it and I enjoyed it.

But the best part about this is that it was literally in the same parking lot as a little farm stand and so we went to the little farmers market and we each got a jar of strawberry rhubarb jam and I got a bar of handmade soap and she got dill pickles that have turmeric in them and are called banana pickles. Not banana peppers, banana pickles. We think because they were so yellow. And she also got a lemon and then we went back to the house.

When we got back there we decided to play a game. She bought this game the kind of like Jenga except it's made of pom poms. And it was honestly really fun. She was laughing very hard which I always enjoyed. And we were not very good at it but it was fun still. And I would for sure play it again. We played a few rounds of that but eventually we knew that it was time for me to leave.

She help me bring all my stuff outside and when we got out there her neighbor was mowing the lawn and he stopped to come over and say hello and warn us about parking on the street that apparently on that side of the street He's gotten tickets before. So good to know for the future. And he was very kind. He said his wife would definitely come over and bring her cookies sometime. Thought that was very sweet. And after Jess remembered all of my drinks that were in the fridge and brought them out to me I left. I was sad to go but I know I'll see her in a few weeks. Because we're going camping and I'm very much looking forward to that too.

But I knew that this was going to be A rough ride home. First of all when I first turn on the car my back bond on the seat. And then my cord that attaches to my phone was so hot it was having trouble connecting. It did eventually connect but I had to reconnect it like 50 times on the drive back. And then when I put the GPS on it said I wasn't going to get home for 2 hours. And the little number was red which means there stand still traffic again. And of course it was in stupid Delaware. And it wouldn't even be a big deal if it was something that made sense but it never makes sense! Like you sit in this traffic forever and then it just opens up. Like for no reason and it's just because people don't let people merge!

And it was so bad that around 6:00, which is when I should have gotten home if traffic wasn't such an issue, I still had almost an hour and a half left of my commute so I just decided that I should get off the highway and get something to eat.

So I stopped at Aberdeen and what I really wanted was pizza but I didn't know where 7-Eleven was and I did not want ledo's because it's gross. So I gave up on that dream and went to have Taco Bell instead because I knew it would at least be familiar.

And so I got three tacos and I ate them in the car. And they were pretty good. And then the GPS decided to take me home a completely different way. Not on the highway at all. And I would arrive home around 7:00. I have no idea how bad traffic was that it didn't want me to take the highway. But it was a very pleasant drive and eventually we did get back on 95 and there was still a little bit of traffic but only for a few minutes and I got to see some of Maryland I had never seen before so that was neat. It was just a very rough ride and I really wanted to go home.

During one of those times where I was in standstill traffic though I looked at my phone briefly and saw that Annabelle had put in the group chat pictures from the chickee where people have not cleaned up from color wars again. And I wrote in the group chat that if arts and crafts is a mess tomorrow I'm going to freak out. But Annabelle then texted me and told me that they had actually not let them use arts and crafts because how upset I had been last time. Which I very much appreciate but would have liked to be told. Cuz then I've had stress for no reason. But I felt bad that her space was still being used and disrespected. That doesn't seem very fair. I told her I would help her however I could tomorrow and we can miserated on how disrespectful the counselors have been to spaces this year and how bad it's been. Everyone just expects people to clean up after them and it sucks.

On my ride home I also saw something I wish I could have grabbed a picture of but did not move fast enough for. I saw a street sign for American Way, And it was a dead end. And I just thought that was so funny. I don't know if someone else will agree with me but it felt like poetic irony.

mostly though I was just really glad to be back in our neighborhood. I got back here a little after 7:00 and I parked the car and I brought my stuff in. I had a conversation with a man outside who was doubled over and I was really worried about him he told me he has a hernia. And I hope that he is feeling okay.

And when I got inside I was really happy to see Sweetp. He let me hold him for a little while and then I noticed his nails were sharp so I cut them. Lady Bird, Jess's cat, scratched me and was very mean. And while she's a beautiful cat she's not very nice and sweet pea continues to be the best boy. Even if he is a bitey criminal sometimes he's a very good cat. Lady Bird is a very traditional cat.

It's been really nice to be back here but my apartment just feels really dirty and I hate that so much. This is the last week of camp and then I don't have time next week too clean and reorganize some stuff and hopefully that makes me feel a little bit better. But in the meantime I did change the kitty litter and I fed everybody and then I finally took a bath. I felt so gross after today's drive and all of our moving and unpacking. I got to use my new soap and I washed my hair and I watched a video. And it's just been really nice evening. James has been at their friend's house playing D&D but they're on their way home now. And I'm really looking forward to seeing them.

I hope tomorrow I can be chill. Because I am very frustrated seeing Annabelle's pictures. And I worry that if I go in arts and crafts tomorrow it's going to be a mess and then I'm going to be really really upset. I'm hoping that she's right that it's all okay. And I hope that I can just go in tomorrow and make my example in the my groups are just excellent and that's all I can help for. I hope you guys have a great night tonight. Wish me luck. Sleep well. And take care of yourself.

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here friend with my sorta spoilery review (but not really because you already know about this): writers, stop using likable characters to try and prop up Maria and the narrative that she's a "good friend". Why don't you show her actually being a good friend and fucking owning her mistakes (I still won't like her but I'll tolerate her on screen if she's apologizing). Also, can Malex have one thing thst is just their's for fuck's sake??!!

Bestie, I had A Day at work today so I'm already drinking a bit and I am READY to be a salty bench about this show insisting on using other characters to TELL us m*ria is a good person while actively SHOWING her being The Literal Worst. So that will be fun at least, even though I might have to stop partway through for food reasons again.

I am dreading having an m*ria episode AND no Alex (because he's currently being suffocated by sand in a hole in the desert), however I heard there IS Kyle content so I'm looking forward to that? Then hopefully this week I will FINALLY have the brain space to do my episode posts that got put off for vacation reasons and then bad brain is bad reasons.

Also, Michael and Alex really just can't have anything that's exclusively theirs huh? (didn't Echo try to pull some "cosmic" shit? Also giving The Night We Met to Echo which is THEE Malex song of all time, was A Choice). GOD FORIBD there be something that is just for them. *deep sigh*

I WILL be live blogging in a bit and I'm sure there will be lots of salt so, enjoy?

#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #roswell nm #roswell spoilers #roswell nm my behated #anti maria delcua #malex #CH can say all day he's a romantic but constantly having malex things be used for or with other characters #as a way to constantly under malex's importance is...A Choice #also it's a little hard to be romantic when they're separated for episodes at a time and michael doesn't even notice alex is missing #but ya know #this show man....

[avintagekiss24]

—belated; bucky barnes

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x black!reader

word count: 4738

warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, sex, rough sex, anal sex, biting kink, choking kink, spanking, pain kink, vaginal fingering, mean bucky (my fave), ring kink cuz i love it when boys wear rings

squares filled: @buckybarnesbingo Y3: Birthdays ; @badthingshappenbingo Biting ; @star-spangled-bingo N1: Taking Charge

request: bucky barnes + "pay attention to me or i'll make you" + anal + choking + spanking + biting + pain

author note: it's been foreverrrrr! i'm so sorry! i had to work myself through a little slump! hopefully this makes up for the almost two months we've gone without a fic! this is story #2 for my 5k celebration, all fics will be tagged #5k...holy god. this was formatted in the beta text post editor on desktop, if anything looks weird, that's why :)

gif by @pedropcl ; line divider by @firefly-graphics

James Buchanan Barnes is possessive.

One of those massive hands around the back of your neck as you walk casually through the streets. Fingers wrapped around your wrist, or shoulder, or hip in a tight grip. He pulls you in close— right into his side as shopping bags hang from the tips of his metal fingers.

Bucky Barnes wants every man on the streets of Greece to know that you are his.

Not that you mind; quite the contrary. You just smile and giggle when he throws his heavy arm around your shoulders and hooks the crease of his arm right underneath your chin. Slip your hand into the back pocket of his loose dark jeans (giving that little tush of his a squeeze). Slink your arm around his little waist and breathe in his scent— heavy and woodsy— as the two of you stroll.

After all, he’s just as much yours as you are his.

All of his friends, Sam, Steve, Clint, all see the change in him. The little soft spot for you that blinds him entirely— turns him in a mushy puddle of emotions and puppies and rainbows. Very different from the Bucky they grew up with, but a Bucky that the three of them have come to enjoy. It’s a change of pace from the enforcer they know.

The two of you don’t talk about his work— in fact, it’s the reason why you’re in Greece to begin with. A late birthday present to make up for the fact that his “work” just happened to be the waiter at the restaurant he chose to take you to for your thirty second birthday. Come on babe, he chuckled as you scowled back at him over the rim of your wine glass, watching as he stained his white napkin red with his bloody knuckles, you know what they say, kill two birds with one stone… not funny?

Two weeks, two nonrefundable, open ended tickets, and five grand in bikinis, shorts, and shoes later, you’re getting some much needed Greek sun on your deep brown skin.

He’s even letting you call the shots for a change. Letting you wake him up at the ass crack of dawn to have breakfast— a spread of breads, cheeses and fruits on the balcony of your room as the sun rises. He doesn’t say a word as you drag him through the city, stopping at each little boutique and shoe store. Sits patiently as you try on every dress, every skirt, and every silk top in the entire country it seems.

Bucky even bit his lip as you gazed at engagement rings— hinting that princess cut is your favorite as you held your hand up into the natural sunlight as one adored your finger. Smiling over at him and wiggling your eyebrows all the while as he narrowed his eyes and plastered a fake smile on his face.

Today has been like all the others, a lazy day spent on the beach, a quick nap underneath an umbrella, a concoction of too much sun and too many margaritas going straight to your head. Now, you’re kinda sleepy and kinda drunk, but most importantly hungry— and Mykonos sounds like a great place for dinner. Despite Bucky’s objections (you’re too tired and too drunk to handle a ferry), you’re dressed in a cute little flowery sundress, him in an out-of-character white tank top, open pale blue and green striped button down and khaki chinos— you forbade him from bringing anything black— and you’re flip flops are slapping against the cobblestone street towards the ferry.

“Drop your attitude,” You say, glancing over your shoulder as he pays for your tickets, “You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, that excuse is wearing thin, girl.” You stumble a little with the motion of the ferry as you step onto it, having to grab onto the railing to steady yourself before Bucky grabs hold of your wrist, “Water only for the rest of the night.”

His voice is low and borderline threatening as he presses his lips right against your ear, and you know not to press him any further. You like to stick your toes right up against his line and that’s what irritates him most about you (always what he loves most), but you and he both know you’d never dare cross it.

Bucky pulls you behind him, hand around your wrist, that possessive trait rearing its head as male eyes fall on you as the two of you pass by. He finds an empty spot, away from the crowd, and plops down on the bench as you step up on the lower rung of the railing and stare out over the sea.

Within twenty or thirty minutes, the ferry pulls away from the dock and you can’t wipe the smile from your face. The sun sets off in the distance, the bright lights of the city turning into little pinpoints. Small droplets of the cool, salty water splashes up in your face as the wind and the ferry whips it up. You keep glancing down at the phone in your hand as you broadcast your current view to your instagram, laughing softly as hearts and emojis explode on your screen.

You lean forward, tilting your phone and smiling wide, waving into the camera before you shout out how much you love it here. The words are barely out of your mouth before an arm wraps around your middle, a wide, hard chest pressed into your back, “That’s enough,” he reaches with his metal arm, grabbing your phone, ending your live feed, “You’re too drunk to be hanging off the side like that.”

“I am not,” you struggle against him lightly as he sets you on your feet, “What is your problem?”

“I’m annoyed.”

“Well, duh. Why?”

He slips your phone into his pocket and crosses his arms over his chest, sharp blue eyes piercing into yours, “Pay attention to me,” he says low, eyes dropping down your body real slow as he drags his bottom lip between his teeth, “Or I’ll make you.”

So that’s what it’s about. Bucky Barnes feels neglected between all the shopping and beach days and margaritas. Jealousy is cute on him.

The words though, they strike you right to your core— feel them down to your bones. A hard swallow pushes through your throat as your lips part, big brown eyes softening as your breath starts to rush a little harder. You hate to admit— not really— you love this Bucky. This is work Bucky, a man you rarely get to see. Slightly scary, anger brimming just below the surface. Jaw tight, eyes hard, head tilted just a bit. He’s menacing, and it makes your lips twitch into a small smile.

Shrugging defiantly, you cross your arms over your chest, “You didn’t pay much attention to me on my birthday.”

“Not true.”

“Not true?” you nearly shout, eyes going wide, “I ate alone while you beat the hell outta our waiter behind the building! I had to wait two hours for my slice of cake!”

“How is that my fault?”

You scoff, “Oh, I dunno, maybe because our waiter was spitting out his teeth in the alley out back— all thanks to you.”

“I have to work. You know that.”

“Not,” you hiss, “On my fucking birthday.”

He knows he’s wrong for that shit, so he stands there, huffing quick before he cocks his head again and just blinks back at you— unamused. He won’t apologize, it’s just not in his nature, but his usual attempts to make you happy after he’s fucked up aren’t working; so he’s at a loss.

And you’re enjoying that. A little too much if you ask him.

But alas, it’s not fun to fight on vacation, and you have taken far too many liberties when it comes to his tolerance for attitude. It’s been fun— and you’re just drunk enough to push him one last time.

You move slow, walking right up to him, so close that each inhale pushes your tits into his body. The smirk quirked up on your lips grows as you peer up at him, eyes bouncing between his as you place your hands on his forearms still crossed over his chest.

Bucky lifts his eyebrow as you push up on your tiptoes and push your chin forward to bring your lips close to his, “And just how are you gonna make me pay attention to you, James?”

He inhales deep, pushes it out real slow as he tilts his head even further. A smile spreads on his face and you just know that this is the last thing his work sees before he rearranges the bones of their face. This is exactly why his clients pay him as well as they do.

Thick fingers are wrapped around your wrist again, nails digging into your skin as he starts to pull you behind him. He weaves you through bodies, you nearly having to jog to keep up with his strides. Laughter bubbles up in your chest, a little shriek escaping as he pulls you down some stairs to the lower level of the ferry. Once your feet hit the last step, Bucky whips you around his body, sending you spinning and laughing until you bounce into an old, rusty metal barrel.

The smell of salt fills your nose and lungs as you inhale, covering your face with your hands. Your skin is hot, lips slightly numb as you dissolve into laughter again. He’s right, you’re a little too drunk for this.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be down here.” You mumble, brushing your wild hair out of your face.

“I could give a fuck,” he answers, stepping up to you, grabbing your face in his hands, “You’ve been testing me the entire time we’ve been here all over some stupid shit.”

Another giggle pushes through your lips as you bat your eyes, “I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky sucks his teeth as he drops his metal hand around your throat and squeezes gently, the rings on his fingers cool against your skin, “I was stupid, okay? But don’t put on that little innocent act, girl. You’re trying me, and I’ve had enough.”

A smile cracks onto your face, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You wrap both hands around his one wrist and slip them up his arm, feeling the soft metal as you continue to goad him, “You got some proof, big man?”

The tip of his black and gold thumb prods at your lip, pushes just inside. You wrap your tongue around it and suck gently, keeping your eyes on his all the while.

Bucky laughs, deep and earnestly, “Proof, she says. She needs proof.” He glances around before he spins you quick, facing you away from him as he lifts your dress to reveal your pink satin thong.

You squeal loud, pushing and slapping at his hand as he grabs a handful of your ass, “Bucky! There’s people!” you laugh, “Oh my god!”

“Keep your voice down,” he warns, wrapping his metal fingers around your throat again, “Understand?”

A jolt of electricity flashes through you as you wiggle in his grasp. He tightens his grip around your neck as you wrap your fingers around the edge of the barrel, swallowing hard.

“That requires an answer, honey.”

The chill in his voice, added with the slow circles and soft tickles of fingertips against the back of your naked thigh sends a pang through your belly, “I understand.”

He chuckles soft and with a quick peck on the cheek whispers, “Good girl.”

Bucky curls his left arm around your chest, hooking your chin in the crease of his arm as he grips your right shoulder. You grab on to it with both hands, out of instinct, eyes wide and skirting around for any signs of other human presence down here. Bucky turns, moving you with him to eye the steps quickly again before that flesh hand sweeps around to the front.

The soft material of your dress falls over his hand as he rubs your stomach— his rings catching and snagging your skin. That hand pushes downward, over your thighs, gripping and kneading the soft flesh before he grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it upward, exposing those expensive panties again.

“Bucky,” you hum, his name trembling on your lips with the vibrations of your excitement, “Baby.”

He rucks your dress right up— right up around your waist and pulls the slack behind you, pressing his body into yours to keep it in place. The dark stubble adorning his cheeks and chin cuts into the side of your face as he nuzzles in, humming to himself soft before he kisses the corner of your mouth.

Those fingertips start to trace the hem of your thong— slowly. Back and forth, back and forth. From hip to hip. Your eyes flutter. Fingers grip the soft black metal of his arm a little harder. Legs go to jelly as another hard swallow passes through your throat.

“Ain’t got all that mouth now, do you?” He whispers, fingers slipping just inside the silk of your panties to tease the delicate skin underneath.

When he slips his hand in— all the way in— cupping hot skin, fingers dancing between folds and teasing a wet slit, an influx of air fills your lungs. A gasp, small and clipped sounds in the back of your throat as his fingers start a rhythm. You melt into him, head resting on his shoulder as your hips push forward to meet greedy fingers.

A naughty finger pushes in quick, and then a second— all the way to the black and silver rings dressed on them. His arm tightens around your neck as he presses his lips right against your ear, “You need to apologize.”

He fucks his fingers into you, withdrawing slow, and then pushing back in— each time the edges of his rings stopping him from going deeper. You can’t help but purr as you continue to grip his arm with both of your hands.

“I don’t think—“

“All I want to hear,” his words clip yours, each one slow and drawn and deep, “Is I’m sorry for testing your patience. I won’t do it again.” He curls his fingers, the pads stroking that sweet little spongey spot, making you clamp your legs closed around his hand, “Let me hear you.”

You can’t. You won’t. Too stubborn and too drunk to give in to him, wanting to win just this once.

If there’s one thing James Buchanan Barnes does not like, it’s hesitation. It’s dangerous, he always says. You think too long, you get hurt. Predators don’t hesitate.

Well, you like being his prey.

Only a few seconds pass before Bucky tuts in your ear, seemingly disappointed in your obstinate behavior, but you both know it’s just the opposite. His cock pressing into your ass tells you so.

The fingers disappear. The arm choking you just right pulls away and your dress falls back around the middle of your thighs. You huff, wiping quick at your forehead and pushing your wild, curly hair out of your face again.

Your hands find your hips in irritation but he slaps them away quick as he sucks his teeth, “You must really want this spanking, girl. Keep it up.”

That you do— keep it up. Huffing again. Crossing your arms over your chest like a petulant child. Brown eyes cut back at him over your shoulder to find sharp blues already on you. A smirk on his face.

Metal fingers curl around the back of your neck, pushing you forward gently until your thighs press against the old metal barrel again.

“Lean forward, kitten.”

Voice as smooth as silk while you do so, gripping the rusted edges for balance. Your dress is yanked up again— rough this time— and twisted around his Vibranium hand. Then there’s warm, the warmth of skin against yours. Gentle brushes of fingers and a palm rubbing slow circles, then pinching and grabbing soft— prepping your skin for what’s to come.

He pauses for just a second, no doubt to scan your surroundings and then pulls his hand away. You lung forward with the slap he levels to your behind within a fraction of a second— the sound sharp and heavy.

There’s another, and then a third in quick succession before he’s massaging your skin again. Real soft and sweet. Tears burn at the back of your eyes at the sting that radiates through, all the way to your bones but the molten heat deep in your belly spreads like a fire. Each breath is hard and shaky, heart thumping against your chest but it’s so good.

Bucky switches to the other cheek, skilled fingers sweeping over your canvas of skin before he cracks you— one, two, three.

You squeal with each one. The thud of those heavy rings around his fingers send a quick, new shockwave every time, building on the one before it. The tips of your fingers go red from holding on to the rusty old barrel as tight as you are, but your brain? She’s fuzzy and warm, and drifting up into the clouds with each swift slap.

Bucky is a methodical man. Three for the right cheek, three for the left, three right in the middle. His hand sneaks around your hip, giving it a squeeze before it comes back around and drops to the inside of your thigh. Grabs the meat of it— digs his fingernails in just to hear you yelp. Cups your cunt in his palm, feeling the heat and the wet— makes him groan all low and dirty.

He bunches your hair in his hand, tugs you up by it. Spins you around to face him before hoisting you up and settling you on top of the barrel.

“You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you?” He growls, ripping at the button and zipper of his jeans.

You just hum in response, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your arms over his shoulders.

Bucky grabs your chin, forcing it up before he squeezes your cheeks, “Huh? Answer me.”

Damp eyelashes flutter as hot air escapes from parted, hot lips. He leans in real close, cock pushing right at your slit and kisses you hard as he slips his arm around your waist. He breaks away quick, sloppy and loud before pecking your lips once, twice, three times again.

“You want me to fuck you, girl?”

The weight of his words are felt right down to your core, a shiver passing between the two of you. You let your heavy head fall back and your eyes close as Bucky nuzzles into the side of your face, his pretty white teeth skipping along your neck, nipping and nibbling.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whisper after mere seconds, finally submitting in this cat and mouse game, “Bucky, please.”

That’s all he needs— all he wants. For you to submit, after letting you have the reins for one day too long. He sinks into you slow, spreading you open with each inch, biting down into the side of your neck as he bottoms out. His teeth dig in a little deeper, a little harder as he starts to move, rocking back and forth almost succinct with the waves of the water.

You’re moving with him too, meeting each of his thrusts with your hips. You keep your legs tight around his waist, feet dangling and bouncing against the back of his thighs. A trail of hot kisses are pressed along your neck and down your shoulder before traipsing back up— teeth grazing along your jaw.

Long fingers skip up your side and between your bouncing tits to only wrap around your neck again. They squeeze, gently, as his pace starts to pick up, hips shoving harder and faster— that old barrel starting to scrape against the wood floor.

The force makes you louder, moaning with abandon as if the two of you are all alone on this little ferry. Bucky makes quick work of you, shoving metal fingers into your mouth— giving you something to suck on to keep you quiet.

“That’s a good girl.” he growls, voice gritty and low.

He’s punishing after that. Each snap of his hips thrusting you backward, the barrel you’re on top of tipping back and then slapping down on the floor. You yelp with each one, your mouth going slack around his digits as your hands fall to the edges of the barrel for some semblance of balance.

It’s obscene, the way you can hear your fuck. The wet of your cunt. The squeak of his cock plunging into tight, slick muscles. The heavy thud of his hips pounding into yours. The slap of your flip flops falling to the wood floor as he’s quite literally fucked them right off of your feet. It’s filthy— crude— and so very Bucky.

You’re back on your feet before you know it— before you realize it. Spun back around, Bucky’s hard chest and stomach pressed into your back. He grabs both of your hands and places them back on the barrel, his metal hand staying on top of yours, fingers gripping fingers.

Eager hips wiggle back into his as you hiss and sink your teeth into your bottom lip, groaning low. Your head drops when you feel his cock push through your ass cheeks— wet cockhead pressing against your hot rim.

He starts to fumble around behind you, each passing second making you more and more impatient. There’s a soft click, and then a light suction sound— something squeezing.

“Bucky,” you hiss, pushing back into him again, “Hur—”

The word breaks off right in the middle as he levels a quick smack against your hip— a warning. Then your ass cheeks are pulled apart, wet, slimy fingers sliding and prodding at your quivering rim. He brushes slow strokes, circling, pressing his fingers gently as he preps your little hole for what’s to come.

“What kind of freak brings lube to dinner?” you smile, gasping as he pinches the inside of your thigh.

You lurch forward when he grabs the back of your neck and yanks you back into him, lips right against your cheek, “The kinda freak that was gonna fuck you in an alley after dinner. Now shut that mouth.”

He’s pressing again, this time harder, his cockhead popping into you with force. You grunt with the initial intrusion, Bucky stopping his assault to allow you time to adjust to him— but that doesn’t last long. Your mouth goes slack again. Eyes slam shut, head falls forward as he slips in, deeper and deeper and deeper until his stomach is flush with your ass.

He wiggles— so you can feel him, feel him tickling the deepest part of you. Slaps at your ass again, quick, fingers glancing off your skin and leaving behind a hell of a sting. Then he’s fucking you again, slower this time, savoring the tight, glove-like hold your body provides.

Metal fingers grab at the hem of your dress again, tugging it up before they push back into your panties, finding a swollen, hot nub. Pinching and rubbing smooth circles against it, flicking and thrashing at the bundle of nerves before he shoves his fingers back into your cunt. They curl, those fingers, and pet your insides with surgical precision— only James Buchanan Barnes knows how to fuck you like this.

The heel of his palm slams against your clit as he fingers you rough and fucks your ass with gusto. Sleazy sounds gurgle up in your throat, the slapping of skin and the waves crashing against the side of the ferry, the rush of the wind filling your ears. Bucky pulls you flush against him and slithers his tongue just beneath your ear before his teeth grab a hold, tugging soft.

Teeth keep nipping— along your jaw, your cheeks, ears, neck. He fucks into you hard as he shoves his flesh hand into the neckline of your dress, gripping your tits. Pinching and kneading hard, thick nipples, mumbling sweet nothings all the while.

Your stomach churns, muscles tensing and flexing as synapses start to fire off in quick succession. Quick goosebumps pop up along your skin as your stomach tightens and you can taste it it’s so close. Bucky knows it, feels it as your walls constrict around his fingers, your asshole tightening around him. Vibranium fingers keep rubbing, keep fucking into your pussy hard, palm slapping against your clit, adding more and more pressure until the coil snaps.

It’s hard, and sudden— your body freezing as your orgasm consumes you. Bucky clamps a wet hand over your mouth as you mewl and bite into his palm, your hips thrusting forward with each wave of your release. He pulls his fingers from you to slap at your jumping clit, pressing the pads into it before he rubs quick little circles and then slaps at it again.

He drops his hand to your chin, yanking it up as you nearly cry, mewling and trembling with your release to kiss you hard and sloppy as you come. He kneads your tits with his mammoth hand as aftershocks flash through you, your used body jerking at random. Within seconds, there's a cloud of warmth in your ass. Rough grunts in your ear, growing louder with each spurt of his cock, your hot muscles milking him.

You let him use you, let him fill you up full of his silk. Grab his hands and lace your fingers with his as he empties long ribbons in you. Pull his arms around your waist and hold them there as he rides it out, his head falling to your shoulder. The two of you stand there, resting against that old barrel, breathing hard, skin sticky and balmy. Salt from the ocean in your nose.

Bucky’s the first to pull away, glancing back at the stairs before he pulls himself gingerly from you, leaving your body empty, a dribble of his come slipping out with him. He catches it with his fingers, drags them up the back of your thigh and between your ass cheeks before he shrugs out of his collared shirt and white tank top.

He cleans you up sweet with the tank top. Keeps his arm around your waist to steady you as he wipes at your thighs and your hot, sticky, puffy cunt, shushing you soft when you jump and whimper at the contact. He flings the messy tank top over the side of the ferry and rubs your hips and stomach real slow, murmuring into your ear all the while.

Diligent fingers then rearrange your thong— and cop a little feel, cupping your sensitive, swollen sex, giving it a little pinch so he can laugh when you shiver and squeak. Bucky pulls your dress, tugging lightly to get it back straight around your waist before smoothing it over your ass and thighs— even pulls at the top, making sure your tits are sitting pretty.

You can’t even open your eyes, overcome by alcohol and sleepiness and a post sex high. He fumbles with your fingers as your head lulls on his shoulder, a soft hum vibrating in your throat in your murky haze. Bucky lifts your arm by the elbow, sliding his hand up your forearm until he’s cupping your hand in his.

“Open your eyes, baby.” You groan in protest, causing a chuckle to rumble through his chest, “Come on.”

So you do. You always do whatever this man wants you to do— and there, right on your finger sits that big princess cut engagement ring you teased him with days before.

“How about we skip dinner and find a church, huh?” he whispers, kissing your cheek soft and sweet.

You glance at him over your shoulder, eyes wet as a smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth, “And if I say no?”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He laughs as you adjust in his arms, pushing up on your tiptoes to cup his handsome face and kiss him on those pretty pink lips, “Then I guess I’ll have to fuck some sense into that pretty mouth of yours, won’t I birthday girl?”

#bad things happen bingo #buckybarnesbingo2021 #ssb2021 #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #5k...holy god

[michimichim]

princess | jennie

disclaimer: dom!fem reader x sub!jennie, breathplay, mind break, edge play

you wheeze as your burning lungs gasp for air. your legs feel numb and flimsy, near being sore and your skin has ostensibly taken on a glossy shine. “okay, i can’t do this anymore,” you heave as you hunker down, hands on your knees with salty drops of profuse sweat dripping down into your eyes. “you win.”  

jennie stares at you from the other side of the court, unimpressed, catlike eyes narrowed and thin, plump lips pursed. “wow, mommy,” she drawls, hand coming to rest on her hip bone. “guess we found something you can’t keep up with today.” 

your brows knit together, but you don’t say anything else, you’re more focused on getting your unsteady breathing back together.  

“whatever.” jennie mutters, nonchalantly twirling her pink racket in her other hand. you shoot her a sharp look that she blatantly ignores and dismisses with her signature eye roll.

your right eye twitches in what could solely be a minor annoyance, jaw rooting as you swallow your brewing anger. you surreptitiously watch her cross the court to the bench, the pleats of her short skirt swaying gracefully along with the slight breeze – exposing milky, sculptured thighs underneath tight spandex shorts. 

you avert your eyes just as she bends to retrieve her water bottle (which is actually yours, but what’s yours is hers). jennie had been acting up all morning, making snide remarks at anything and anyone who had the misfortune to come across her. you're not completely certain when it started, perhaps last night? the both of you went out to dinner with the rest of blackpink and everything seemed to be fine per usual until it wasn’t. at one point, jennie’s face had suddenly turned sour. from what? you had no clue, but you excused it as your girlfriend being tired from the day’s activities.  

that night, rather than cuddling up to your side as she generally does, she curled up, sulking by herself on the other side. you found it rather cute that at some point, during the night, she ended up sprawled all over you – she’ll always gravitate back to you, unconscious or not. but that’s the least of your concern when you don’t know what’s prompting your girlfriend’s sudden catty mood.   

meanwhile, jennie appears to be at ease. keyword, appears. her buttermilk skin tinged with barely a flicker of sweat; it probably doesn’t have anything to do with the friendly tennis match you’ve just pitiably lost, but more likely due to the confined fire of jealousy and irritation burning up inside of her. “you want to grab something to eat?” she throws you a glare, heart speeding from your sudden apparition.  

“i don’t know, are you going to even notice me sitting with you?” she retorts, back turned and facings way so you have no idea what her expression resembles, though you don’t need to. her words are indication enough, sweet but venomous, cupcakes sprinkled with poison. 

you scowl, looking around to make sure no one is passing by and press against her back. jennie's body momentarily sinks into yours before rapidly getting a hold of herself and standing rigid. “what’s gotten into you?” you whisper in her ear.  

“like you fucking care.” she swivels around, brown, almost russet, dyed hair whipping at your jaw.  

 “i suggest you check that attitude, princess,” you whisper, stalking closer to her with those eyes that look so deeply into her own, your hand snaking to hold her chin between your fingers. “you’ve been nothing but a brat today and i'm getting sick of it.”  

“fuck off.” jennie jeers, defiantly staring back at you. she sustains a little fire to her you’ll admit, but both of you know it won't keep for long. 

 “say that again. i dare you.” you hiss, fingertip digging into her reddening skin; jennie makes a decent attempt not to let a whimper out, biting down on her tongue, refusing to back down. but it’s not so easy when you’re giving her that look: the one that’s left her a drooling mess, your hips mercilessly slamming into hers on the mattress or anywhere necessary to get herself properly punished.

that look of blazing wildfire wrath threatening to desolate her into a mere fuckdoll. the thought is enough to exhilarate her, head swirling with erotic scenarios in how many positions she could bend over that bench for you.  

 you hum in profound satisfaction when the petite girl nibbles on her lip, eyes the lush color of espresso casted downward, shifting everywhere but on you.  “that’s a good girl,” you praise with a faux forgiving look and place your hand around the gentle curve of her neck, pressing your foreheads together. “but you made mommy angry. so, so angry,” you stroke the skin that is shrouded in emerging goosebumps with your thumb. “and you broke the rules, haven’t you?”  

 “mommy shouldn’t have been ignoring me, then.” she eccentricities, a sculpted brow moving upward. you laugh softly, stepping a bit away. so that’s what it was, jealousy? jennie takes your giggle as a form of mocking, frowning with puffed up, brilliant cheeks, looking as endearing as ever. 

“who got my princess so jealous, hmm?” you coo at her and she slowly loses her resolve when you sneakily caress her exposed stomach with the back of your fingers, lightly brushing at the hem of her white sports bra.  

 “who else?” her cold act is completely gone and your submissive jennie is back, hands fidgeting with her skirt, pouting and staring at you underneath long lashes. “you flirt too much.”

 “yeah?” you ask, “but you know, mommy only has eyes for you.” you assure her, because jennie is stubborn. jennie always thinks you have some sort of hidden agenda. jennie never completely and fully believes when you tell her you bath, and solely breath in her. she has knowingly taken dips into your bloodstream and mind, into the vacant spaces of your heart. 

you’re a complete goner for this tiny woman and she knows it, but sometimes jennie’s jealousy when it comes to you is more blinding than the sun itself. it gets to the point where she loses complete rationality, diving into bitter and deprecating thoughts. 

 “yes, mommy.”  

“excuse me, miss!” a voice shouts from behind the grill door that leads into your court. your hand drops back to your side and you turn to see a man dressed in tennis attire. another boy stands behind him with wide eyes, staring at jennie as if he’d just been told he could go on the moon. “are you still using the court?” 

“no, actually, we’re done.” you shout back, smiling. after you and jennie had left the place (and a starry eyed fourteen years old boy fawning over jennie), you make it back to your place without further accident.  

you let the water pour down, it drips down your entire body, as your mind fades back to this morning’s event. if you recount well, this is not the first time jennie loses her head to jealousy. it's happened pretty often in the past, thankfully never to the point of excessiveness but your girlfriend is possessive. 

the sensation of the steamy water calms your achy bones, as if standing beneath a waterfall of cleansing water. at first, it was hard to manage with you being a naturally affectionate person, and jennie glaring at anyone (other than jisoo) touching or clinging onto you longer than what she deems necessary in her mind. but you learned to navigate around it and she, in turn, learned that not everyone is out to get and swoop you away from her grip.  

however, as you recounter everything from last night, you admit to being a little more coquettish than usual. it was, of course, all in the name of good fun but apparently not in jennie’s eyes as you jokingly indulge in rosé and lisa’s drunken flirting. 

this wasn’t the first time the girls have gotten drunk in your presence, but for some reason that night rosé had cuddled into you, twirling and playing with your hair while lisa had been squishing your cheeks together, cooing at how much of a cute baby she thought you were. this was a normal occurrence though, the three of you being affectionate with each other without crossing the very short boundaries jennie made sure to set. jisoo would occasionally join in but never do as much as the others.  

when you get out of the shower, towel wrapped around your body and head back into your bedroom, your mind is set. you throw on a pair of silky shorts, an old t-shirt, and trudge to the living room to find jennie parading around the place, rearranging it the way she wants to. that's something you never really got but don’t question. 

every time she’d show up at your place, she’ll find something to decorate in her way or even add an additional piece to her liking. you shamelessly stare at her captivating, peach-shaped ass in that pink skirt, eyes lingering on her exposed back that would occasionally stretch when she stands on her tippy toes to reach something on the higher shelf.  

you cross the living room to stand behind her, watching her struggle to switch the book that had been sitting there with a small speaker that you’ve never even seen around. “let me help you.” you speak up, pressing against her but you have no intention to do so. instead you circle your arms around her waist, pulling her flush into you, anchoring her with nowhere to go. 

“sure you are,” she deadpans and you can picture the rolls of her eyes as you subtly grind against her. “you’re distracting me, go away.”  

“but i can’t do that, you have to be taught a lesson.” you retaliate, hand disappearing up her skirt and fingers brushing against her clothed pussy. “as long as i'm the owner of this,” you tap, “i’ll have no qualms setting you straight, understood?”  

your lips barely graze her ear, but your voice almost vibrates through her body; she has to physically restrain herself from fidgeting on the spot. 

“whatever.” she spits, voice seemingly passive to a stranger’s ear, but to the both of you, filled with so much lust and want. her hand goes to grab your wrist, nails digging into your flesh as you leisurely, but firmly drag your fingertips up and down through the fabric. it brings tingles to her core, traveling down to her legs when she starts unconsciously grinding against your hand.  

 your left side of your lips raise into a knowing smirk at the growing wetness of her spandex, your clit throbbing from the warmth of her heat on your hand. in a blink, you have her squirming and panting, whining when you slam her back against the shelf. the small statue she’s been holding soundlessly falls on the carpeted floor. you pay no mind to it, sliding your hand in her spandex to tease at her folds. “mommy.” she moans against your lips as you lick her bottom lip, a predator-like gleam into the depth of your eyes that makes her clench and pool even more in complete hunger.   

 you decide to stop playing with her for the moment and retrieve your fingers to plunge them into your mouth. the taste is delectable; salty and familiar on your tongue, truly mouthwatering.

“on your knees.” 

and jennie knows better than to protest, not that she even wanted to in the first place, but somehow resorting to her bratty tactics is euphoric because she knows you’ll put her back in her place. she adores acting out, just to later on be put back into her place.

she adores the obscuring of your eyes when she unnecessarily talks back, the explicit warning that flashes by the unobtrusive clench of your jaw when she crudely asks for you to attend to her needs in front of the rest of the members. where others viably surrender to her small fits with a crestfallen grimace, you're the only one who doesn’t succumb to her bratty ways and for that, she’ll consistently make sure to never lose you.    

 “why am i punishing you?” you ask, your fingers tangling in her hair as she shuffles closer on her knees to you, hugging your legs to her chest.  

 “because nini was bad,” she obediently replies, absentmindedly caressing your bare legs while she stares back up at you with wide, doe eyes. jennie secretly pats herself on the back for the theatrics. of fucking course, she wasn’t sorry. she successfully riled you up and now, she was practically shaking in her spot to get punished. “but only because rosie and lisa wanted to take mommy away from nini.” 

you tighten your hold in her hair, earning yourself a whimper. “still, what did mommy teach you to do when you get jealous?” you watch her hesitate for a brief moment, “i immediately tell mommy.” she whispers. “but what did you do instead?” you question, eyes hardening when you replay her small tantrum from this morning. “i was a meanie slut to mommy.”  

“is that all you did?” you push impatiently, tugging her hair so her eyes that have diverted to the floor in complete submission stares back up in yours. “yes.” she hesitantly says, fully on knowing she’s lying through her teeth and that you know exactly what she’s done. but even then, she still silently prays that you don’t.  

 “that’s thirty spanks for you.” you hiss, throwing her a hard and disgusted look. jennie almost cries from the disappointment swirling around in your eyes but also, in a perverted way, enjoys the punishment that’s coming around the corner. she knows how cruel you get when she pushes your buttons a little too far — a complete one eighty from your warmhearted persona. “mommy won’t ask again; she’ll just fuck the answer out of you instead.” you warn. 

fuck, she’s so infatuated with you. but she’s even crazier for this side of you she gushes in her own head, rubbing her legs together as the wetness between her thighs grow painfully sweet in her underwear.  

“only if you can handle me.” and jennie is back to her bratty self. sometimes you wonder how she’s able to swiftly shift personalities like so. but you’ll remind her that there’s no greater brat-tamer than you.  

next thing she knows she's being dragged to the bedroom and thrown onto the bed, a small yelp coming out of her mouth. you lift your shirt over your head and jennie scurries to the edge to run her hands over your stomach and grope your breast. she chortles at the rigid look you give her when she runs her finger between the hollow of your breast, lewdly looking up at you. 

she starts rolling your buds between her index and thumb through the lacy fabric of your bra. that is so jennie – purposely breaking the rules to seek her pleasure. “did i tell you to fucking touch me?” you snarl, pushing her hand away and she falls back with a quiet laugh, giddy to have you touching her.  

“no, ma’am.” she answers, watching you retrieve the familiar pink handcuffs from the drawer near your side of the bed. it's a pastel pink and fluffy with quills surrounding the metal. “word?” you throw them on the bed and order for her to get on all fours. 

“candy~” she replies as you harshly deprive her of her clothing. she lets you do the whole job like the pillow princess that she is, every so often indiscreetly pecking your cheeks and cupping your pussy through your shorts.

first the skirt comes off and then the white sports bra that exposes creamy breasts. to her dismay, you leave the spandex on and deliberately grab her hands to cuff them to the bedpost. “count.” you order, and she has no time to be confused before you swat at the inside of her thigh, a surprised squeal emitting from parted lips.   

and so, she counts along your thirty ‘spanks’. the torment is so thrilling, your hand interfacing on different parts of her skin has her moans permeate the air: on the side of her breasts, on her reddened pussy, on the side of her ass whenever she started thrashing around too much. you provide her with no break. “such a stupid and disobedient whore you are.” you would mutter in between each swat through gritted teeth and she’d cry out in twisted pleasure. “thirty.” she whimpers when you’re done.   

she's an angel, your pretty angel. thighs trembling, begging for more through her eyes with hues of red adorning her lithe, sprightly body. “i love you so much, princess.” you sigh in awe, leaning down to place a kiss on jennie’s bleeding lips – surely from biting on too hard.

your thumb comes to caress her cheekbone as you submerge yourself in her syrupy pair of lips. she lets you control the pace, letting your tongues sensually tango with each other. it messes with her senses and her devotion grows wilder for you and only you. 

 she whines when you pull away, hovering over her body when at first you gently grab her neck, to then tighten them, enough to cut any air from entering her lungs. “you don’t love me back, nini?” you softly gaze in her enlarging and weepy eyes.

her mouth opens and closes in an attempt to say it back without much result and for a second, she genuinely believes she’s about to pass out but you take it away before she sees spots in her line of vision. you won’t have her black out, at least not in that way.   

 you watch her with a beam. her chest heaving, sweat setting up on her forehead. “i love you too, mommy.” she croaks out, cheeks flushing red. “i know, princess,” you coo, spreading her legs open to run circles on her heat, making her abdomen tremble at the ruthless pace you inflict on her. the fabric of her underwear is completely wet, “so tell mommy what you did last night.” you say. you suck on your teeth when she refuses to speak, embarrassment and shame showing as a pink tinge on her cheeks.  

 “i see.” you yank the spandex down and off of her legs and slide on the bed, in between her legs. you pull her closer by the hips, forcing her thighs open by the knees, and trail your lips down my inner thigh. she twitches in response. 

 “wait, mo–” she gets no chance to finish as you dive in between her garden, mouth latching on her clit. she lets out erratic moans when you swirl your tongue around, your eyes closing in appreciation of that sweet, sweet taste you crave to acquire more. 

 “mmm,” you murmur, shooting a current of vibration up her glistening cunt. her hips stutter up when you suck on her pearl, gathering her dripping nectar in the process, muscle tensing as you eat her out like a fucking demon. “mommy, m-m-ommy!” jennie keeps crying mercilessly as you regulate the directions of your tongue. you use your fingers to spread her lips open even wider, exposing the lovely sight of her pink pussy clenching around your tongue that you glide through her opening.  

 meanwhile, jennie’s eyes roll at the back of her skull, her cerebrum has turned to mush and her body falls apart in your grasp. her pulse pounds loudly, echoing against her chest, alongside the fading squelch of your tongue working against her.

she's too far gone to expect her gradual orgasm, coming on your tongue with a scream, so pornographic and erotic that you feel yourself pooling wetting your own underwear with your sleek. but apart from showing her your appreciation for her, the point of this whole ordeal is to punish and have her entirely ruined. instead of stopping, you slowly spread her open with two of your fingers.  

 jennie cries out from the overstimulation, pulling against the cuffs. “mommy, plea–” she starts pleading, breath hitching when you stuff and fill her up ot the hilt, slamming against her. “what’d you do, nini?” you raise your voice over the rattling of the against the metal of the bedpost. 

“i-i-i-” it’s no use, she can’t get past the struggle of pushing the words out. you make a motion of scissoring that has her body convulse and crystals tears falling from her eyelids. she's sobbing her heart out, incoherent words spewing out of her mouth and you sadistically watch, engrossed.

she clenches around you once more, and you ram even faster and harder into her. the bed shakes against the walls, but you pay no mind to it, continuously hitting all the spots and angles that you know so well by now.  

 she breaks underneath your body, cum the color of cream spilling out of her opening. jennie's world is completely spinning as her orgasm drags out and renders her even more disoriented. confused. you pull your wet fingers out and rise from the bed to step by her side, your tongue wiping your sleek-coated lip. 

 “we’ll keep going until you confess, princess,” you coo, gliding your fingers on her parted lips where drool has started to seep past and she, per usual, takes your fingers into her mouth. her tongue sucks on them, lewd sounds whimpering out from tasting herself. “so, i'll ask again,” your voice turns impossibly lower in a menacing tone. “what else did you do?” you ask for the final time, extracting your fingers out.  

 “i sent lisa and rosie the video of you fingering me.” she pathetically sniffs as you hum, tenderly patting her disheveled hair. in truth, you didn’t mind jennie sending the sextape as she purposely sent the one where your face wasn’t seen but anyone who’s been around you enough could easily tell by the shirt you were wearing.  

 “see, nini,” you say, and her body relaxes before the next phrase has her eyes widening in fear. “it wasn’t so hard. but your punishment is not remotely done.”  

#jennie smut #blackpink smut #kpop smut #sub kpop #wlw #gg smut #smut

[shootingstarwritings]

Wrestling With Some Feelings

Wrestling with some Feelings

“Wh-What are you doing…?" Ahmed moaned as a trail of slime slid into his singlet. Just the very touch caused his body to react with an eruption of pleasurable waves. He collapsed onto the locker room floor, slowly humping the floor to get any sort of friction on his hardening dick. "Haa… aahhhh...haaa…! This isn't… right." Ahmed bit down on his lip before letting down another desperate moan. So caught up in this invasive bliss that he didn't even care when the slimy creature squeezed itself into his leaking cock. Instead, he welcomed it. Thoughts of championships and the thrill of victory soon vanished beneath a blanket of ecstasy. "Ah! Ahhh! H-Holy fuck, I'm—!"

Ahmed wasn't able to finish as his body yielded to the enigmatic invader. His vision swam and he felt dizzy until he collapsed on a puddle of his precum. Ahmed's body convulsed on the ground, unable to even call for help, until he suddenly became rigid, back arched as if mid-orgasm. Then, he relaxed. Slowly, he rose from the ground and took a peek inside his wrestling singlet. "Damn kid, you got a sweet-ass body," he said, stretching his body and letting out a satisfying grunt as something popped. His more reserved personality and mannerisms were completely gone, as though it was someone else entirely. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna stay here forever. Just long enough to throw that match with Clay tonight. Can’t let my son lose that scholarship. You understand, right?” Adjusting his singlet again, the man in possession of Ahmed, Jerry, let out a sensual groan. “Ohhh, and maybe take advantage of this little body for a while. Not every day an old fart like me can be a young and sexy college stud for a few hours."

There was still time until the match, and considering how it would just be throwing the match to Clay, it wouldn’t take much effort. For now, Jerry could relax and enjoy what Ahmed's body had to offer. Grinning, he squeezed Ahmed's meat through the fabric and threw his head back in a low moan. "You're so lucky, being so sensitive. C'mon, let's get real acquainted."

Clay’s father had to struggle to keep his erection down as Clay seriously manhandled him the whole match. Each of Ahmed’s nerves seemed to be turbo-charged and Clay’s rough hands only seemed to aggravate that. With every slam and struggle—every time flesh met flesh with a flash of friction, Clay’s father found himself growing flushed. Didn’t even have to try that hard to throw, his over-horned body did the job for him.

Was it the spell or perhaps something more? Either way, soon Jerry found himself pinned to the mat with his son sneering down at him. The ref called the final point, and that was it. Jerry walked back to the locker rooms, ignoring the calls from his coach and friends. He couldn’t risk anyone catching on to his lack of disappointment.

To make sure the locker room would be empty, Jerry took an extremely long shower—checking his goods one last time before he would have to leave and return home to congratulate his son. Towel around his waist, he made his way over to the locker only to meet a meaty arm blocking his way. 

"Gotta say, kinda disappointed in your performance today, Ahmed," Clay said with a glare.

“Oh, Clay! Uh, wh-what can I say? Performance anxiety,” Jerry said, shrugging.

Clay tilted his head in confusion. “The hell’s happened to you? All jumpy and squirrely.” He took a step forward, cornering his father against the lockers. “You sick or something? Honestly looking real weird.”

Swallowing, Clay’s father said, “Um, I suppose you just have the magic touch,” he said, mind racing to come up with a lie that would be somewhat believable. “Body got all hot and cold with you manhandling me like that.” Jerry prayed that his face and ears weren’t turning as red as he thought they were.

Clay nodded to himself while squinting as if deciphering a difficult piece of text. "That so…?” Hoping that was enough, Jerry began to walk away. However, Clay slammed both of his arms against the lockers, pinning his father completely. “All you had to do was ask,” Clay whispered, his incredulous look turning into one of passion. Without a word, he leaned and kissed Jerry on his borrowed lips. Too shocked to even fight, Jerry leaned back and shut his eyes. What did this rush of passion mean? It was as if a dam had suddenly burst open.

Caught in this stream of passion, Jerry met Clay's kiss with equal aggression. It was as if he was possessed by whatever sentiments Ahmed had locked away deep inside of his subconscious. Either way, Jerry couldn’t even bother trying to resist the youthful hormones that danced in every inch of his hunky, borrowed body.

“Damn, you taste real fine,” said Clay, leaning away to stare at the giddy, bubbly mess that was Jerry. “Your lips feel so nice. Bet they’d be even better wrapped around my dick,” he said, slapping his thigh as he said so. Jerry glanced down and saw his son’s fully erect cock straining against the confines of the singlet. Wordlessly, he nodded and got down on his knees. The taste was so salty, but he didn’t mind it at all. Hearing his son’s pleasured moans and the cock threatening to unhinge Ahmed’s jaw was enough to get Jerry’s own dick hard.

“Make me see white,” Jerry breathed as he drew back with a pop. He spread his legs, trying to show as much of his ass he could. “Fuck me hard, Clay. I don’t think I can live without that cock inside of me once.”

“Say no more.” With a grunt of effort, Clay lifted Jerry up and placed him down onto one of the benches. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice and gentleman-y like.” Leaning up to steal another sensual kiss, Clay teased the rim of Ahmed’s hole with his cockhead. Jerry moaned and bit down on his lips. He took a few breaths, trying to relax, before just leaning back and staring up at the ceiling. "Hold on, relax," whispered Clay, using a finger to loosen him up. "Got some lube in my locker. Give me a sec."

“You have what?” Jerry exclaimed as Clay briefly walked off. “H-How often do you do this here.”

Once Clay returned, he just grinned and said, “Enough.”

Though Jerry wanted to continue asking his son, the finger that penetrated him had another idea. Jerry, nearly cross-eyed, immediately tightened as a reflex. He leaned back, moaning like a slut as Clay slipped in another finger. Then another. “F-Fuck, I-I’m fucking cumming!” Jerry shouted as his dick erupted with shot after shot of pent-up aggression.

“Damn, came from just fingering?” Clay grinned. “Hope you still got fuel in the tank, Ahmed. I still haven’t got a chance to shoot my shot.”

Breathing heavily, Jerry nodded as he spread his legs even further. Despite his climax abating, the sensual haze in his mind didn’t leave. Instead, he felt as though he could cum again and again that night. “I’m still not satisfied. Split me in half, Clay!” He moaned. Although the more logical part of Jerry's mind screamed and begged, he didn't give a shit. He just wanted this hunky hole filled and his son's cock was the one thing that could fix that.

Clay wasted no time. He spread Jerry as much as he cut and gave a slow, experimental thrust. When Jerry didn't scream, he slowly picked up the pace. "Mm, yeah. Nrgh, fuck yeah," he grunted with every thrust. There was no reason to go so quick that it would take away from the passion. As promised, he was gentle with strong, rhythmic thrusts. Jerry met each one with the same rhythm. Every nerve seemed to be on fire as Clay's cock filled him—as though Jerry was finally complete. With this body and this cock inside of him, he was reaching Nirvana.

After what seemed like a lifetime of pleasure, Jerry noticed Clay’s core tightening. His face was flushed and his body was covered in a sheen of sweat. “I’m—nggh—I’m gonna blow my load. Want me to cum inside?” Jerry quickly nodded. Clay grinned. “Good answer.” With renewed vigor, Clay continued plowing into Jerry as he babbled nonsense. “C’mon, Ahmed. Scream for me.” He said, slapping Ahmed’s quivering thighs.

“Oh my god,” said Jerry, covering his face to hide the tears. He was elated and embarrassed all at once. His own offspring was smashing him and all he could do was moan and allow it to happen. It had been years since he had sex this good, and he knew that Ahmed felt the same. No, for Ahmed it was even more intense. Somehow, Jerry understood that Ahmed had never had sex before. Now, at that moment, Jerry was losing his virginity for Ahmed. With that in mind, Jerry could feel his climax swiftly approaching.

“I'm gonna nut! I'm gonna—MMM!" Jerry stopped as Clay suddenly embraced him with a long, intense kiss. Unable to handle the heat and the passion any longer, Jerry climaxed. Both of their bodies became drenched in semen, but neither of them cared. All they wished was to taste as much of themselves in that kiss.

Sorry, Ahmed, thought Jerry, lemme just stay in this body for a little while longer. I’ll leave tomorrow in the morning. Promise.

#male possession #jock possession #possession #male body possession #slime possession

[bexbaxx]

What you think about a Christmas or like holiday fic w viktor or silco? 👀 just imagining them despising the holidays (each for their own reasons, like viktor because he has to do more research because of of other researchers taking holiday breaks. And silco because hes just salty and idk hates holidays but secretly loved the presents he receives bec if jinx or reader) like just JDJJSJD IMAGINE READER (not dating viktor yet) STAYING BEHIND AND SPENDING THE HOLIDAYS W HIM IM THE LAB AND MAYBE CONFESSING IN THE PROCESS 👀 or just simply stating they care for him. DIAKDJDJ IM JUST OMF sorry if that was a lot i just oh god Christmas viktor in stress and reader just being there for him w their support and making him something so that he can eat.. im soft oh god 😭😭

(I'm going to focus this request on Viktor, since I thought that was a cute idea! Thank you for this ask it was a lot of fun to write out!)

You entered the lab, completely unsurprised to see Viktor sat at his workbench, quickly scribbling down something in a book laid out in front of him.

You almost rolled your eyes, but not at Viktor, at Jayce, who currently wasn't present. He had told you he was going to decorate the lab last week, to try to get Viktor in the "holiday spirit", but the lab looked the exact same as it always did.

It was a week into the holidays, and so far he hadn't taken a single day off from his work. You had at first hoped that maybe the holidays would push him to take a break, seeing as everyone else had done exactly that, but it seemed not even that would keep him from this lab.

So, you decided to be a bit bolder than you usually were.

"Hey, Viktor." You called out to him, moving towards where he sat. He startled from his writing, looking towards you with clear confusion written on his face.

"I didn't expect to see you today. You're not off celebrating?"

You set down the container you carried in your arms onto the bench beside him. "Nope! I was kind of thinking... That I'd spend today with you."

"With me?" He almost asked himself, now leaning back on his chair. You were silently hoping he wasn't about to reject your offer, as you found he often did in pursuit of his work.

"I even made some ginger bread cookies!" You announced, moving to open the lid of the plastic container. He rolled his chair towards you, leaning in to get a look.

You gestured for him to take one, and he did so, albeit hesitantly. The cookie itself was crudely decorated in white frosting, and was still warm to the touch.

"Cute." He said simply, before biting off the head. His response was almost immediate. "And delicious! I've never tried these before."

You hadn't seen him smile like that in quite a while.

"Well, I was thinking we could do something today, as a small celebration..." You confessed, now awkwardly averting your gaze in preparation for rejection. "I know you're busy, so I get it if you say no."

He took another bite and a moment to respond, which only made your nerves worsen. Maybe he really didn't want to celebrate with you at all, and you had overstepped.

Finally, he turned to you with a smile, and gently replied. "I'd like that."

You swear your heart actually skipped a beat. Before you could say anything else, he spoke again.

"Ah, also, I've been meaning to ask you. What is that?"

He gestured up to the shelves that hung above the workstation, and you quickly noticed the small, plastic elf dressed in red sat up there, seemingly watching the two of you.

Damn Jayce.

#viktor x reader #arcane viktor x reader #arcane viktor #arcane x reader #arcane series #league of legends #arcane imagines #arcane

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Apotheosis

Yuu Nishinoya x Female!Manager reader

Warnings: Light swearing, Tsukishima being salty (what's new-.-), Noya leaves hickeys on reader lol, fluff!

Word Count: 1.3k

Author's Note: Hello! This is an old drabble I had written for comfort a while back and I thought it was really cute when I read it over again, so I thought i'd share with all you lovelies! I hope everyone had a very happy new year and I'm so proud of everyone for making it to 2022! I love you all and thank you for your support to Kenma and me, we deeply appreciate it! <3

~Mod Shoyo <3

Y/N yawned as she slipped into her gym shoes. The boys decided to meet up for practice two hours early since the school would be cleaning the gym after school today. It was four in the morning and although the sun was rising on the horizon, Y/N felt like it was still dark enough to be asleep in bed. She instantly started on her managerial duties. The cart of balls got rolled out, the net got set up, the floors got wiped down, and the water bottles were set out on the bench for the team. Y/N walked over towards the wall and slid down until her ass hit the floor, zipping up Nishinoya’s track jacket to her lips before snuggling into it and lying down on the floor.

“It’s too early,” Tanaka’s voice yawned as he stepped into the gym.

His eyes widened as he looked at the gym, noticing that Y/N had everything already set up for practice. He smiled and tried to look for her small figure from across the gym. All he had to do was turn to his left and see that she had fallen back asleep on the floor. He set his bag down and started to stretch out his body, eliciting a yawn from his tired form.

The rest of the team started to pile into the gym one after the other, and of course Hinata and Kageyama were raising their voices as they fought over who would get into the gym first. Sugawara was quick to turn to the first years and press his index finger against his lips. A small hush left his lips as he pointed his finger at the still sleeping Y/N on the floor.

When Nishinoya finally made it to the gym, he had come in with Asahi. He threw his bag off his shoulder and looked around for his girlfriend. Daichi smiled and flicked his head over in Y/N’s direction. Noya felt his heart pound out of his chest at the sight of her sleeping. Then, he noticed his track jacket over her shivering body and he felt himself grow dizzy. How could she be so adorable?

The boy headed over to her with a pep in his step. He carefully kneeled down to lift her up and placed her into his lap. Unconsciously, Y/N snuggled into her boyfriend’s figure. It was like she knew it was him despite being in her own little world. Her body knew what his felt like against hers. It just made him fall even harder.

“Angel Face,” He cooed into her ear. “Practice is about to start,”

She groaned and turned in his arms, burying her face into his chest to block out the light shining on her face. “Five more minutes,”

Noya chuckled and stood up, fixing her body so she was latched around him like a koala. Her legs wrapped around his torso while her nose stuffed itself into the crook of his neck. He walked over to the boys with her in his arms proudly, listening to what Daichi had in store for their practice today while he rubbed her back lovingly.

“God, you two can’t just be apart from each other for five seconds, can you?” Tsukkishima groaned in disgust. “It’s making me nauseous,”

Noya frowned and looked up at his underclassman. “She set up the entire gym for our practice before you even left your house this morning to make sure that we would be able to start practice as fast as possible. Keep that shit to yourself unless you want me to make you clean up everything after we’re done so I can walk her to class early.”

Tsukki’s eyes widened as Noya walked away to head over to his normal spot to stretch. As much as he didn’t want to, he started to wake Y/N up.

“Baby, can you help me stretch?” He queried softly into her ear.

She let out a soft hum and removed her legs from his torso, standing on her own two feet sleepily. She rubbed her eyes and opened them to see Noya’s bright hazel orbs in front of her. She smiled through her sleepiness and leaned forward to press her lips against his own.

“Let’s get you stretched out,” She replied, her voice slightly hoarse.

"That's what she said," Y/N sent a disapproving look her boyfriend's way before letting out a sleepy giggle.

Noya smiled and started to bend down to touch his toes, letting out a soft groan when his palms touched the gym floor. He bent down into a squat and spread his legs out, grabbing his feet and leaning as far forward as possible to stretch out the muscles in his thighs all the way down to his calves. Y/N leaned on the top of him and pushed him a little bit farther.

He stood up on his feet and started to stretch his arms out, his practice shirt lifting up a bit to reveal his bare torso and the waistband of his underwear. Y/N tried to focus her gaze on somewhere else, but it always drew back to his torso and Noya noticed this immediately. He giggled and started to tease her a bit. She rolled her eyes and rubbed her face to hide her blush.

Once he was done stretching out, he had some time to spare. He instantly pulled Y/N close to him, lightly running his fingers up and down her arms. Goosebumps rose all over her skin and she airily giggled from how much it tickled.

“Hey, Noya! Do you still have that tape for your fingers?” Tanaka asked.

“Yeah, you need some?”

Noya left Y/N for a second to dig through his gym bag and hand Tanaka the tape. Y/N pressed her back against the wall and yawned, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked to her right to see Tanaka and Noya talking to each other. When she was about to head towards him, Shoyo’s orange hair flooded her vision and she smiled sweetly.

“Good morning Y/N! How did you sleep?”

She sighed and rubbed her eyes. “Pretty good to be honest, I just wish I didn’t have to wake up as early as I did to set up the gym, what about you?”

Shoyo giggled and nodded, explaining how he raced Kageyama from the front of the school all the way to the other side to get to practice. Then he went on to talk about the record of wins he’d held over Kageyama’s head for how fast he was compared to him. Y/N listened intently, giggling when Shoyo started to use his sound effects to elaborate the intensity of his story.

“Well, I have to go with Kageyama. I’ll see you in later, okay?”

Y/N nodded and waved goodbye to her best friend, watching him skip towards Kageyama to start practicing his receives with him. A pair of arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist and she instantly knew who it was, giggling as she turned her head to the side to see her boyfriend. She grabbed his cheeks in her hands and squished them together and laughed aloud when he pulled away with a frown.

“You smell good baby,” Noya sighed against the flesh of her neck, breathing in her scent as if it was the only thing that would keep him alive.

Y/N hummed and closed her eyes as he latched his lips onto her neck. His teeth lightly bit down on the flesh before starting to suckle in it. She tossed her head back, giving him more access as he chuckled against her neck. He started to leave multiple marks on her skin, Y/N’s mind too hazy to realize that he was practically painting the side of her neck purple and blue. Noya pulled away to admire his work and ran his tongue over his lips.

He was about to say something before Daichi started to bring everyone to their positions on the court. Noya stood in front of Y/N with a smile. Y/N rolled her eyes and pressed her lips against his sweetly before pressing her forehead against his.

“Go knock ‘em dead baby, I’ll be watching,”

#fanfiction #anime #Haikyuu!! #x reader #female reader #haikyuu #nishinoya x reader #karasuno x reader #haikyuu one shot #x fem reader #yuu nishinoya x reader #karasuno libero #libero #volleyball

[demieddie]

Oooh if you felt like doing no.6 under the bed from the prompts list as buddie that would be so good! I'm picturing them getting into hijinks & hiding for some reason!

thank you so much!!!! this prompt fits so well with goofball hijinks, how could i not??

[read on ao3, ~2.4k] [prompt list]

It all starts with a little bit of sugar. Well, a little bit of salt, actually.

Buck’s silently sipping coffee from the couch in the firehouse’s loft fifteen minutes before their shift is due to start. Ravi’s in the armchair adjacent to him and normally Buck would be chatting with him, but Ravi still looks half asleep, so he leaves him alone.

Eddie joins him on the couch and Buck instinctively leans into him like he’s trying to leech the last PDA he can before they start work. Which is exactly what he’s doing. He greets Hen and Chimney when they enter, holding his half-full coffee mug up in a cheers-like motion as they head towards the kitchen.

Bobby joins them and nods when he sees everyone already in the loft.

“Good morning, everyone,” Bobby says. He claps his hands together once. “There are no new messages from the department, so we’ll get right into chore assign—”

A loud noise interrupts him, but for once, it wasn’t the alarm. No, this was someone retching and gagging from behind Buck. He turns around, as does Eddie and Ravi, to see Chimney leaning over the dining table with wet stains down the front of his shirt.

“You good, Chim?” Hen asks, walking towards him from the kitchen. Even from this distance, Buck can see how wide her eyes are behind her glasses.

“No,” Chimney responds dramatically. “Try this.”

He thrusts his coffee mug towards Hen, who stares at it dubiously.

“No, thank you.” Hen even takes a few steps back.

“Feeling a little salty this morning?” Buck asks, holding his own mug in front of his face as if to take a sip. He hopes it hides his Cheshire smile.

Chimney’s jaw drops open.

“Oh, you little—”

This time, it is the alarm that interrupts the conversation.

Later, while he and Eddie are the only ones in the app bay, Eddie brings up the events.

“How did you only target Chimney this morning?” he asks, leaning up against the truck.

“Easy,” Buck responds, before counting each instance on his fingers. “Bobby was already in his office when I got here, Ravi drinks tea with milk, Hen’s oat milk is already sweetened, and, even if I didn’t make your coffee for you, you drink your coffee black.”

“Damn,” Eddie says, looking impressed. “You do realize he’s going to get you back through, right? He puts an ungodly amount of sugar in his coffee, that would’ve tasted terrible.”

“He can do whatever he wants,” Buck responds, cockily. “I can handle it.”

Buck cannot, in fact, handle it. He does give mental props to Chimney for getting him back in barely twenty-four hours.

Their shift had run long thanks to an MVC. As soon as they had returned to the station, Chimney was rushing out of the truck to shower while saying he wanted to hurry home to his girls. Buck and Eddie had taken a little longer, actually passing Chimney on his way out while they were going for their own showers. So, Chimney would’ve been alone in the locker room since Ravi and Hen didn’t stick around and Bobby went to talk with the other shift.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. Normally, Buck would be chatting with Eddie about what to make for dinner and mindlessly slide his feet into his shoes. But today is not normal. No, today Buck mindlessly slides on his shoes and is immediately assaulted by cold, wet foam surrounding his foot.

“Ugh!” Buck exclaims, stumbling back towards the bench while trying not to put any weight on his foot.

He finally settles on the bench and pulls off his shoe, which leaves his foam-spiked sock dangling from his foot. Eddie bursts out laughing and Buck looks up at him in betrayal.

“There’s shaving cream in my shoes and you’re laughing?”

Eddie only laughs harder.

“Yeah,” Eddie says once he’s calmed down a little. “There’s shaving cream in your canvas shoes that we can wash as soon as we get home. Maybe don’t stand between a parent of a toddler and his caffeine.”

“You’re the worst,” Buck mutters, but the harshness of the words is softened by his own smile and eventual laughter.

He carefully peels off his sock, trying to contain the foam before giving up and storing both socks in the dirty shoes. It’s not like he can’t wash those either and at least that way the socks stay together. He gets up and grabs his shower slides from the locker because he’ll be damned before he’ll walk barefoot on the pavement in the height of LA summer.

After picking up his duffle and shoes, he motions at Eddie for them to leave but Eddie just holds out his hand. Buck raises his eyebrows at him.

“Keys,” Eddie clarifies.

“But you don’t like driving,” Buck instinctively volleys back.

“You’re telling me you can comfortably drive in those?” Eddie asks, gesturing to Buck’s feet.

Buck looks down at the rigid, ill-fitting plastic slides with their countless drain holes in the sole. He knows he can barely walk in them, let alone drive. He hands his keys over.

They have the next forty-eight hours off, so Buck has time to plan his next move.

“Tape his shampoo bottle shut from the inside?” Buck offers, scrolling through his phone with his head on Eddie’s lap on their first night off.

Eddie hums noncommittally above him. He had rolled his eyes when Buck first started pitching ideas after Christopher went to bed, but, if the hand running through Buck’s curls was any indication, he doesn’t mind too much now.

“He’d probably just steal yours for the day,” Eddie responds.

“Damn.” Buck scrolls through the webpage for another minute. “Cover his car in sticky notes? Fill his locker with bouncy balls?”

Eddie snorts. Buck moves his phone from in front of his face and looks up at Eddie.

“As funny as it’d be, I don’t think you’ll have time to sticky note his car. And the bouncy balls with get expensive quick, you’d need so many.”

Buck wrinkles his nose and returns to the list of pranks on his phone.

“Although,” Eddie says, a few minutes later. “We need to get Christopher’s birthday present. There’s a dollar store across the street, we could pop in and buy a bunch of those flimsy balls. You know the type, about palm-sized, typically painted like a basketball or soccer ball?”

Buck considers it for a moment. That would actually work really well. They’re a lot bigger than bouncy balls so he would only need a couple dozen instead of a hundred or more. Plus, they’d be good for Jee-Yun too, so it wouldn’t be a total waste.

“I could kiss you,” Buck says, dropping his hands to his torso and looking up at Eddie. “That’s perfect.”

Eddie laughs, “Get up here and you can kiss me all you like.”

Buck puts his plan into motion before their next shift. He knows Chimney pre-enters his lock combination after locking it, so all Buck needs to do is pull on the lock to open it. With some assistance from Eddie, he gets all twenty-four balls in the locker after some minor hassle. Eddie leaves to go get coffee and chill out before they officially start, but Buck sticks around until Chimney arrives.

He waits with one shoe off so he’s not obviously waiting. Luckily, Chimney enters only five minutes later.

“Morning, Buck,” he greets.

“Mornin’, Chim, how’s it going?” Buck asks, putting on his other shoe.

“All good, Jee drew me a picture last night, so I’ve brought it in for my locker.”

Chimney roots through his duffle bag on the bench and hands Buck a folded piece of paper. Buck unfolds it to find a variety of vaguely human multi-coloured squiggles. Buck loves it to bits.

“She’ll be in the Louvre in no time,” he says, handing the drawing back.

“I know,” Chimney responds fondly, beaming at the drawing.

He turns to open his locker, pulling on the lock and frowning when it doesn’t open immediately. He grunts, placing the paper on his bag and inputting his combination.

“Weird,” Chimney mutters before opening the locker and unleashing the avalanche.

The balls go everywhere. They don’t bounce very well but they fly off Chimney all the same and scatter across the floor. When Chimney doesn’t react beyond staring at his locker, dismayed, Buck bursts into laughter. A few moments later, Chimney also laughs and bends down to pick up a stray ball that he then chucks at Buck.

They’re both still laughing when they reach the loft, tossing the ball back and forth between them.

Shockingly, Chimney gets his revenge even quicker than last time. Buck flops onto the loft’s couch beside Eddie after Hen kicked his ass in pool. He pats his pockets before looking around.

“Hey, Eddie, have you seen my phone?”

“Uh, no. Did you leave it by the pool table?” Buck’s mouth twists. He’s not in the habit of taking his phone out of his pocket for pool, but he might have.

With a huff, he gets up and checks the pool table. And the kitchen. And the dining table. Then the couch again.

“I just don’t know where I put it,” Buck mutters to Eddie.

“Maybe you should take a snack break,” Chimney chimes in. Buck turns to stare at him, but Chimney only flashes him an innocent smile.

Buck all but runs to the kitchen. He roots through the drawers and refrigerator, turning boxes of granola bars upside down and ruining Bobby’s careful organization.

“Where did you put it, Chim?” Buck asks incredulously, after checking the entire kitchen twice.

“Do you want me to call it?” Ravi asks.

“Nah, it’s on silent,” Buck says. “Thanks though.”

“If you’re looking for some variety, I hear B-shift restocked the vending machines to be a little healthier. Apparently, there are even some Apple products in there now,” Chimney says.

“You put my phone in the—”

Buck rushes down to the vending machines below the loft and, sure enough, in slot E5 is his phone.

“How did you even do this?” Buck yells up at the loft. “On an unrelated note, does anyone have $2.25?”

“Eddie!” Buck hisses from his hiding spot.

“Buck?” Eddie asks at full volume. Buck shushes him.

“He’ll know I’m here.” Buck shuffles around, working to get his arms free.

Eddie walks towards where Buck is, and Buck reaches out to grab him.

“What the—Buck?”

“Keep your voice down!” Buck whispers, resting his hand on Eddie’s foot.

“Are you under the bed? Why?”

Before Buck can answer, Chimney calls Buck’s name from outside the bunk room.

“Quick! Before he knows I’m here.” Buck tugs on Eddie’s boot. “He’s covered in ultra-fine glitter and will hug you.”

“I think he only wants to hug you. I’m not involved in this.”

“Do you really want to make that bet?”

That question has Eddie clamouring under the bed with him. If Buck thought it was difficult to fit two grown men on Eddie’s double bed, it has nothing on this. They’re touching from shoulder to toe and Eddie has to wiggle his arm over Buck’s torso for them to fit.

Unfortunately, all of their squirming has kicked up the dust that’s accumulated for who knows how long. Buck scrunches his nose, trying to get rid of that all too familiar tickling in his nostril. Only a moment later, he loses his battle and sneezes. Thankfully, he turned his face away from Eddie, so he doesn’t sneeze right onto his face, but that doesn’t do anything to help with the noise.

“Well, so much for not tipping off Chimney,” Eddie mutters. “Bless you.”

“Thanks,” Buck says miserably, resigning himself to his fate. When Chimney doesn’t come bursting through the door, Buck relaxes into Eddie’s hold. “Come here often?”

“Jesus, Buck,” Eddie says, laughing. “I don’t think anything’s been under here in years. Did you really have to bring ultra-fine­ glitter into this? Would regular glitter not suffice? Or better yet, no glitter at all?”

“What’s wrong with a little glitter?” Eddie just levels him with a look.

“Why don’t you wear that mustard button-up anymore?” Eddie asks.

“Because me and Christopher got so much glitter on it that it gets glitter on everything I touch,” Buck eventually concedes.

They lay in silence for a few minutes until Buck’s body starts to protest about laying on the tile floor. He wiggles around again, trying to get comfortable. Eddie evidently gets sick of this quickly and shifts them around, pulling and turning Buck until he’s laying on top of Eddie.

“Better?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah, are you okay though?”

“I’m fine, besides it’s not like we’ll be here for much—”

The door opens and Eddie cuts himself off.

“Buck? Eddie?” Hen calls. “I don’t even think you guys are here, but we can’t find you anywhere else, so. Dinner’s ready and Bobby’s refusing to start without you.”

She closes the door again and the two of them squirm out from under the bed. The only thing worse than being covered in glitter for the rest of their shift is being the reason everyone missed dinner.

When Buck first threw himself under the bed, it’s not like he wasn’t expecting dust. However, he did expect that he’d be able to brush it off. One look at Eddie ruins that plan completely. His hair is practically grey all the way through and there's so much dust on his uniform that it looks tie-dyed. Given that looks like he’s two seconds away from bursting out laughing, Buck doesn’t think he’s fairing much better. In fact, he’s probably worse.

Despite knowing it won’t help, they both try to brush themselves off before heading up to the loft. Bobby takes one look at their dust-covered figures and Chimney’s multicolour glitter makeover and sighs.

“I don’t care who started it, who’s winning, or what you already have planned,” Bobby says. “This ends now. Chimney, try not to get glitter on everything. Buck and Eddie, try not to get dust in the food. All three of you will shower after we eat. Got it?”

“Yes, Cap,” the three of them chorus.

Jokes on him though, because Buck has already taped the top of Chimney’s shampoo bottle shut under the lid.

#thank you so much anon!!!!! #i hope you like it <3 #911fic #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #chimney han #demieddie's fics

[ushijimacentral]

I Am Yours

summary: read the prelude to this here. iwaizumi gets hit with a bout of insecurity after an anonymous confessions site ranks him as inferior to y/n. how will he react knowing that people think he's not good enough for you?

tags/warnings: angst, fem!reader, insecurities, self-doubt

wc: 1.4k

a/n: idk what to put for the summary today but i'm back at it again with flustered iwa-chan. also more of me bullying iwa via oikawa's fangirls. i pinky promise i'll fix the ending, it'll just take some time.

You and Iwaizumi had been together for six months. He gradually got less flustered around you and managed to use coherent sentences. You always cheered for him in games and eventually got to wear his jersey. Today, the two of you were going to watch movies at his house after school. "[Y/N]-chan!!" Iwa called as you walked in through the gym doors. "Hi, Haji-kun." Suddenly a stray serve flew towards you but Iwaizumi jumped and managed to deflect it at the last second. "OIKAWA ARE YOU INSANE?" He roared. Oikawa cowered sheepishly and offered a meek apology before hiding in the corner. "Are you alright?" Iwa asked gently. "I-I'm fine, a little stunned is all." You managed to stutter out. He stroked your cheek. "I couldn't let anything happen to your beautiful face." You felt heat rush to your face as Mattsun chuckled at the scene. "Damn Iwa when did you get so smooth." He turned red and quickly looked away. "I'll be soon and then we can head out." You settled in on one of the benches to work on your homework while you waited.

Practice finished and the two of you headed to Hajime's house. His parents were going to be working late tonight so the house was all yours. "I'll go ahead and start the popcorn while you set up the movie." He offered. "Sounds good," You loved Iwa's kettle corn. It was perfect. Not too sweet, not too salty. You selected the movie and decided to scroll on your phone through social media. That's when you saw the post from the Aoba Johsai confessions page.

Is anyone else surprised by the Seijoh's Secrets site?

You didn't know what the website was, but you decided to check it out. Through the link in the bio, you learned that it was a site that was started by a student from Seijoh. People could anonymously rate each other and leave comments. There was a profile for every student as well as weekly polls. It was honestly somewhat creepy, but your curiosity took hold and you decided to check out some of the profiles. The top-rated one was Oikawa with a solid 9.9 rating. Not surprising. You thought before opening the comment section of his page.

Oikawa is just sooooo cute!

I saw him in the last volleyball match and he was incredible.

I want to confess but I'm just too shy.

You continued scrolling to find some more... interesting comments.

Oikawa is just so hot I want him to [REDACTED] me up against the [REDACTED].

Toru please [REDACTED]

Alright, that's enough internet for today. You closed your phone temporarily to grasp what you just read. "You alright?" Iwaizumi asked concernedly. "Oh I'm fine, just saw something weird on Instagram." You assured him. "Oh, those are the worst. I was just wondering if you wanted to try my new mocktail as well." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. "It's totally fine if you don't, I was just experimenting with them and-" "Hajime," You cut him off. "It's fine, I'd love to try it." You gave him a warm smile. "Alright then, I'll get right on it." And with that, he returned to the kitchen. You slowly picked up your phone again, curious as to what the other members of the volleyball team were rated. Kindaichi got a 7.8, Kunimi had an 8.2, and Mattsun had an 8.5. Their comments were alright as well,

Kindaichi is just an all-around good guy, I'd love to have him as my boyfriend!

Kunimi is so cool! He's so unbothered and it's kinda hot.

Mattsun is so mysterious. I love the way he's just always there but you can't tell what he's thinking.

You smiled, thinking of how excited the team must be to see their ratings. Especially since a lot of them were concerned about getting girlfriends. Suddenly, you got a text from one of your friends with the link to your page. Drawing a deep breath, you opened it and slowly peeped at your rating. 9.1. You were shocked. While you didn't think of yourself as ugly, you definitely didn't expect to be in the top 5 rankings. You were in third place, just two spots lower than Oikawa. But what about Iwaizumi? You quickly searched the site for his name. However, you were not prepared for the results.

Iwaizumi Hajime, 5.9. Impossible. You thought. This man was a solid 11/10 and they had the nerve to rate him as a 5.9? Shaking, you scrolled down to check the comments.

I can't believe Iwaizumi is the shortest of all the Seijoh team. And he's dating [Y/N]?

She needs some standards

I'd honestly ship her with Oikawa if I didn't already have my eyes on him.

She and Mattsun would be so cute!

You quickly reported the site for bullying, but it didn't help your anger subside. How could they? Don't they know how wrong they are? You sat anxiously, trying to think of a way to stop Iwaizumi from seeing the site before realizing it was ultimately inevitable. Putting on a smile, you decided to just continue loving him like you always did and just hope he didn't see the website.

Returning with the drinks and popcorn, the two of you cuddled up on the couch and watched the movie. You eventually fell asleep and woke up covered in a blanket while Iwaizumi cleaned up the kitchen. "Rise and shine angel," he called. "It's getting dark so I'll walk you home." You stretched and grabbed your bag before sliding your hand into his as he led you home.

The next day, everyone was talking about the website and comparing rankings. You felt somewhat flattered since yours was so high, but you couldn't stop worrying about Iwaizumi. As soon as school ended, you rushed over to the gym to see how he was doing. You quietly slipped in, observing the boys improve their spikes and receives. Scanning the room, you quickly noticed Iwaizumi stretching over by the bench. He seemed in good spirits, still cracking jokes with Mattsun and throwing shade at Oikawa. What a relief. You snuck back out and headed home to study. Maybe the ratings hadn't bothered him after all.

That same day, at the Iwaizumi household, Hajime went to his room after practice. He didn't have any homework for the day so he decided to relax and go through his phone. He'd heard about the ratings all day, and Oikawa had even teased him for getting a 5.9. But those things shouldn't matter, right? He had other qualities that made him special. He was intelligent, athletic, and respectful. Plus popularity polls come and go so it didn't really bother him. However, he decided to check yours out of curiosity. Upon seeing the 9.1, he smiled. Of course, his beautiful, wonderful, girlfriend would deserve nothing less than a 10/10, but he was also quite proud that other people saw you the same way. However, he wasn't happy about some of the thirst comments under your rating.

But then he saw it. The link back to his page with the 5.9. He hadn't meant to click it but his thumb slipped. And it was there that he saw the comments.

I can't believe Iwaizumi is the shortest of all the Seijoh team. And he's dating [Y/N]?

She needs some standards

I'd honestly ship her with Oikawa if I didn't already have my eyes on him.

She and Mattsun would be so cute!

His breath caught in his throat. It was one thing to rate him low, he could handle that. But to bluntly say that he wasn't good enough to be with you, shattered him. He kept rereading the comments, the words like a dull, rusty knife twisting into his fragile heart. Am I not good enough for her? Would she leave me someone else? No, Iwa, this is [Y/N], she'd never leave you. But what if... The thoughts circled around in his head, his insecurities growing and stifling his breath. Tears began to form in his eyes at the thought of you breaking up with him. Wouldn't it be best for him to let you go if you deserved to be with somebody else? If he truly loved you, wouldn't he want what's best for you? The pain was nearly unbearable. He picked up his phone to text you before placing it down again. He couldn't face you. Not someone like him. How pathetic was it that he was so hurt by a few opinions of his peers? You deserved someone who wasn't so insecure and weak. He sniffled, wiping his tears quickly. Taking a deep breath, he collected himself. His decision and was ready to face tomorrow.

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Ficlet: Lunch

Spent part of my workday writing this absolutely disgustingly fluffy piece for MY OWN ENJOYMENT and I regret nothing.

Frankie x you

Rated F for FLUFF

Warnings include cavity-inducing fluff, self-indulgence, and also reader doesn't like public displays for affection

Summary: Frankie brings you lunch to work and eats with you. That's it that's the plot.

A/N: Thanks to @missredherring for the idea! A consensual MWAH to you!

It's 11 am and you lock your computer, grab your phone and keys, and hurry out of your office before anyone can catch you. Frankie's already waiting by the main door, a takeout bag in hand. He's in full vacation mode already: a Hawaiian shirt that show a little more skin than you yourself would be comfortable with, cargo shorts, sandals, his customary baseball cap, and Ray-Bans.

"Hey," you smile at him as you join him and immediately beckon him to start walking with you towards the park next to the building where you work. You can plainly see from his body language that he wants to give you a hug and a kiss, but he checks himself, knowing you don't like that sort of thing in public.

"Hey," he replies instead, a warm smile crinkling his eyes. "Hungry?"

"Famished," you acknowledge. "Did you go to - "

" - that café you like that's on the other side of town instead of the chain that's just next door?" Frankie grins. "Yes, I did."

"Appreciate it."

"Their sandwiches are the best, and cheaper."

"That's why I want you to go there."

The park overlooks the bay from where a fresh, salty wind blows, giving comfort in this warm, sunny day. You quickly find a bench in the shade of a tree so your sun-sensitive skin is out of harm's way, and you kick off your shoes so that you can sit cross-legged and face Frankie. He places the bag between the two of you and starts to unload the goodies: sandwiches, smoothies, water bottles, and salt caramel brownies.

"I took the liberty of getting us dessert as well," he points to the brownies.

"Those are sinfully good," you sigh happily, already unwrapping your focaccia with goat's cheese. As you take the first heavenly bite, a cool sea breeze brings with it the sound of seagulls calling, and you close your eyes. This is one of the perks of your workplace: the proximity to a really nice little park, and the sea. Not much use for it in the winter, of course, but a very nice setting for lunches and, when the job allows for it, long coffee breaks in the summertime.

"You look nice," Frankie comments. "Happy. Tired, but happy."

"I am kinda happy right now, in this moment," you admit, opening your eyes again to find him looking tenderly at you. "Only three days left until vacation after today, it's not too hot, I'm having a delicious lunch with you..."

"I was waiting for you to mention me," he teases you. "Glad I made it to the very end of the list."

"It was a close call between you and the brownie."

"Meanie."

You bicker lovingly back and forth as you eat and then the conversation turns to vacation plans and, lastly, day to day practicalities. Frankie's getting groceries on his way home, as well as running a few errands.

"Want me to pick you up after work?" he offers when you've both eaten. You shift in your seat and recross your legs.

"I've got my bike," you remind him.

"And I've got a truck. But if you'd rather bike, that's fine. Just figured you'd like to go home in comfort, and with an AC."

"That's very considerate of you."

"Well, I'm a considerate guy," Frankie boasts, making you laugh before checking your phone for the time.

"Fuck. I gotta get going in a bit." You look up at him. "Thanks for lunch, baby, it was wonderful. I really needed this."

"You're very welcome." He leans back and slings his arm over the backrest of the bench, just reaching your arm and passing a finger over it in a feathery caress.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks in a low voice, clearly expecting a no. You give him a soft smile and decide that he's earned a kiss on a park bench in late June when the sun is shining and the wind smells of the sea.

"Yes, you can." You lean forward and he does the same, and you share a brief, sweet kiss above the takeout bag.

"Thanks for asking," you smile at him, so grateful that he respects your boundaries. His hand has closed lightly over your arm and he gives it a little squeeze.

"Always. I know you don't like doing this in public." He chuckles a little. "I actually expected you to look at me like I had just suggested full on intercourse on this bench."

You laugh but there's a part of you that feels bad. Frankie's a pretty private guy and not the one to grope his significant other in the supermarket checkout line but he loves every excuse to touch you, whether it's just brushing his fingers over your arm, like now, or having his arm over your shoulders. He's not opposed to stealing kisses on park benches either. Denying him this is like telling him to stop caring for you.

"Am I very terrible to be with?" You hesitate a little. "With my weird hang-ups?"

"The absolute worst," he comforts you. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Your heart jolts and you decide he's earned another kiss, one that he accepts with gratitude. When he's about to pull back, your hand darts up to his cheek to hold him with you for a third, little one.

"That's one for asking and one for lunch," you mumble, and kiss him one more time, tasting the salt caramel brownie on his tongue as yours slip in between his lips. "And one to prove to you that I am definitely not the worst."

Frankie grins. "I like how you have to prove me wrong all the time."

"You would."

You gather up the trash and stuff it into the takeout bag before slowing walking back towards your place of work.

"I don't wannaaaa," you whine but you actually feel more equipped to take on the rest of your day and, maybe, even the rest of your week.

"Three more days after today," Frankie reminds you, "and you're free to do whatever you like for four weeks."

"I can't wait."

"Neither can I," he agrees.

"Thanks again. I'll bike home, it's not a problem."

"Sure. See you later. Kick ass, baby."

You giggle, give him a small wave, and walk into the air-conditioned building.

Three more days. You can do that.

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[pbandjesse]

Today was not a bad day at all but I became so exhausted at the end and was kind of in a bad mood. Still kind of am. I just want to go to sleep.

I didn't even sleep bad last night. I woke up feeling really good actually. It was much cooler and more comfortable today.

I was surprised that James was home. I thought they would be biking. But they had stayed home and did all the laundry. Appreciated that greatly.

I got washed and dressed and James made me an egg sandwich. I had to finish my print for Charlotte and that was my only real goal of the morning. So I would go and carve that and pull a few prints. I watercolored the four I decided were best. And got those ready to give as a gift.

After I finished that I still had time to have my sandwich and chill for a bit. James would drive me to work because they were taking the car to get the oil changed.

I got to work a little early. But early is relative because I started at 11 today. But it worked out because the school had a change of plans and wanted to stay for a break and so I set up tables for them. Which took me a while.

I checked out the program room and the tour s little. But there were other things going on so I just poked springs the musuem for a while. Figured out one of the DVDs was broken in the program I was doing and got that sorted with Jessica and Mike. And waited for the school to arrive.

They were 8th graders and they were very sweet. I had a good time working with them. They weren't horribly loud like older kids can be. And while some of them didn't love the assembly line no one actually gave up! I was proud of them. And because they did such a good job they got to hang out in the car for a while before I took them to the tables for their mini lunch.

Deborah, the new girl, came on the tour with me. And would do the garment loft while I did the rest. And besides some chatting from a few of them it was a good tour. They had good questions and were pretty engaged the whole time.

Apparently the other half of the tour group wasn't as engaged and Kristen gave up fighting against them and mostly just walked around with them giving them the short talk.

But they were good kids and we sent them off to their bus on time.

We did car parts supplies and I went to go fix the machine that had gotten stuck during the tour. And then would sit in the back with the girls making packets and talking.

The appointment for the oil change was supposed to be at 2. But it ended up taking over an hour and a half. Which neither me nor James were expecting. I was like it's okay! I will go get a snack.

I walked up to chipotle but that stupid chipotle is always out of everything and had no chips, which is the thing I was there for. So that was frustrating. Instead James would bring me some when they were don't closer to 4. But for the next hour I would wander around the Walgreens and buy cookies and sit on a bench outside watching tiktoks.

I had a couple chats with people while I was there waiting. A nice man about stolen bikes. And a teen girl told me how much she liked my outfit. It was nice. But I was losing steam. I was really happy when James finally came for me.

They had chips and cheese for me which helped me feel a little better. But I was still very beat.

When we got back here I got in bed and would sleep for a while. I woke up around 6 and was not having fun. I was very very tired still. I felt sick over it. But we had to go to Jamess parents house for Charlotte's birthday. I didn't want to be a party pooper.

So we drove over there. Charlotte seemed to like the gift. And while I was a little on edge the dinner was nice. Though everything tastes very salty to me right now. Like I'm very sensitive to salt. But we had salad and Mac and cheese and deviled eggs. And for desert we had angel food cake with strawberries because the short cake didn't work when Anne baked it. But that is okay. It was still a very good meal.

We stayed and talked for a while. Charlotte is always very funny even if I still don't know if she likes me. I was in a weird mood still and while eating helped I was really excited when it was time to go home.

I got to hold a neighborhood cat for a bit. And then we were off as it started to rain a bit. James accidently dropped their travel cup and it broke but I think it is fixable.

We got back here and I played Stardew valley for a little. Took a shower. Tried gluing the cup back together. And now we are in bed. Tomorrow at am at Puhtok. I hope it's a good day. I hope you all have a good day. Sleep well my friends.