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krushkreates · 2 years

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soldier, poet, king

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chapter ii: dúlamán

“Oh come on David!”

“Drop it, Asher.”

“How can I drop it?! It’s your first Mabon as king and you won’t even try to sneak out!” The poet threw his hands up in frustration as David refused to look at him, eyes intently (and purposely) trained on the slightly weathered parchment in front of him.

He paused, a deep sigh escaping his lips as his fingernails thrummed in slight annoyance against the solid oak desktop.

“I’m not sneaking out like some stupid teenager. Mabon or not, there’s no way I could try, even if I wanted to. There’s too many petitions to look through and if I want to get any semblance of sleep tonight, I can’t go anywhere.” A deep ache bloomed in his hand, causing a grimace to flash across his face. Just how long had he been looking through the piles? “Besides, the advisors said King Keaton wanted to speak to me privately the next time he was in town, and from the way Christian couldn’t look me in the eye, I’m assuming it’s sooner than any of us would like.”

Asher studied his friend. He knew his hand was cramping and the ink well was about to run dry. It was the third one he had gone through today and the candle had about 6 knocks left to burn through before hitting roughly 10 at night. The bronze tray held the wax coated nails, some of the candle’s meltings having accidentally spilled over onto the ornate carvings. David had long since abandoned his crown and plum overcoat, opting to brave the day’s nearly smothering heat in the scandalous sheer white linen undershirt. Milo would be back from the territory’s border and evening patrols soon and itching to celebrate. Ash had never seen such perfect timing.

A Cheshire grin spread across his cheeks as he stared at the king. He’s about to run out of ink, he thought, propping himself on the corner of the huge dark oak desk. And then he’ll concede to being done with the petitions for the day. All I have to do is beg and plead for a little while longer until the guards are back. Once he’s back, we’ll give him the double peer pressure. Well, he might ignore me if he’s too irritated, but if all goes well, David might be soft enough to listen. Afterwards, he’ll give in to Milo and I.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He muttered while being met with silence.

Three.

“It’s not going to work.”

Two.

“Asher I swear to god-“

One.

“Are you fucking serious?”

Bingo.

He really does make this too easy sometimes, Asher thought to himself again. A flash of pink ribbon caught his eye as David moved some of the petitions.

“Hey, what’s this one?” He asked, snatching it before David could tell him to keep his hands off the scrolls.

The king sighed, the previous irritation deepening after realizing his infuriating advisor was correct about running out of ink, among other things (not that he’d ever admit to it). He stretched and cracked his neck. “I don’t have eagle vision Asher, so I guess you’ll just have to look yourself, but I know you’re already doing that-“

“A tavern! Let’s go there tonight!” He exclaimed, excitedly looking through it more. “It’s not far from the palace. We could make it there in roughly an hour after Milo gets back.” Handing it back, he hopped off the desk. “Don’t bother changing into something fancy. We’re going undercover.”

“What?” David said, indignation plastered to his tone. “A king doesn’t go ‘undercover’ and he certainly does not sneak out to some cramped noisy tavern. We’re not going anywhere. That is my final say.” He was about to roll the parchment back up but paused when his eyes caught the words “parents” and “legacy”. A sharp sting hit his chest, the grief still fresh despite being years old.

Swallowing thickly, he skimmed the rest of the petition. Unexpected guilt poured into his mind as he looked at the date, now fully understanding why they had sent two separate petitions. The months that had crawled by after Gabe’s death had surely done the same for them. He leaned back, staring up into the stone ceiling decorated with tapestries his mother had expertly woven. The celestial scene was adorned with plums and golds, rich in texture and accented with navy blue. The swirl of colors mimicked the swirl of uncomfortable emotions in his head.

After an uncomfortable amount of silence, he groaned. Asher’s head snapped up from another petition he had unfurled, the red ribbon and orange wax seal of the Solaire clan caught David’s eye.

“I guess it wouldn’t, hurt, to go out and look at the tavern being petitioned-”

“I KNEW IT!” Ash exclaimed, sloppily rerolling the parchment and slipping the ribbon back onto it. David took the parchment and set it at the front of the pile.

“Hold your horses. This isn’t for pleasure, this is a petition outing.” He chose his words carefully, standing and pushing the chair back in. “I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

The advisor rolled his eyes, patting David’s shoulder. “I’m always on my best behavior. It’s Milo you have to worry about.” He blew out the candle. The smoke curled towards David, who waved it away.

“And your ‘best behavior’ is getting so shit-faced you nearly fell from the watchtower at the last feast?” Amusement edged his tone as Asher’s eyes widened to saucers and David knew his cheeks burned in embarrassment. He groaned, the sound muffled from his hands now covering his face.

“You said you wouldn’t talk about that!” A despaired sound followed as the king laughed.

“I said I wouldn’t talk about it in front of the rest of court. You on the other hand…” he trailed off, masking the amused grin that threatened to appear.

“You’re evil.”

“I just found the coolest fuckin’ tavern on the way back from patrols.” The door slammed open and the familiar booming voice of Milo Greer echoed through the large work chamber. “And I dunno about you guys, but I’m gettin’ my ass over there as soon as I make myself half-decent.”

Said knight was covered nearly head-to-toe in dirt, and a wide, almost too excited smile took up half his face. His hair was unkempt, and David swore he saw a twig or something of the sort poking out the left side. Mud caked his greaves and sabatons in thick layers. The king guessed some of the roads in the villages were still unusable from the three day long thunderstorm last week.

He hurried over, undoubtedly leaving boot prints on the deep magenta carpet and pulled Asher into a half-side, half-full hug. Milo knew exactly what transpired between his two best friends while he was away, recalling the whispered, hushed conversation the two had had last night. They gave each other a look, and David could feel the headache coming on already.

“So, Your Majesty, you comin’ with?” Milo asked, the mischievous look in his eyes making David feel like he was five years old again. “It’d be a shame to stay cooped up in this, uh, wonderful, office.” He hesitantly tapped the desk while thinking of a compliment for the (in his taste) gaudy study.

“I’m not stupid Milo. I know the two of you planned something last night to get me to go out.” He huffed, grabbing his coat and crown. David reached the doorway and turned around. “You both have 15 minutes to get to the carriages. I expect you two on your best behavior tonight.”

With that, the door closed, and the two men left exchanged excited looks.

#redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted fantasy au #krush fics #soldier poet king

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neonghostcat · 2 years

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Checking in. 👋

It should not take me being checked on by a reader to log into to Tumblr, but when I get busy at work/with life, Tumblr becomes the first thing cut.

(Sorry about that. D: I feel particularly bad as people have been super lovely while I've been in hiatus and I'm horrified at not telling them they're lovely immediately!)

A little update on me and what I'm working on under the cut!

I actually have a (minor!) shoulder injury. I'm fine, but it's enough to put me on reduced work load, which normally would mean more writing time, but as the injury means worse sleep (+ some days where computer time is very uncomfortable), my focus is crap and it amounts to around the same in the end. More time for reading through my AO3 backlog, I guess!

Enough on that!

👻 GHOST MONTH AHEAD. 👻

And you know what that means?

My pretend-birthday awaits! Huzzah! I think I may be more excited about my pretend birthday than my real one. 😁

I'm still on track to release a chapter on August 8th! This unfortunately means I've had to set a reminder on my desktop calendar since, y'know, Thursdays are my update day, not Mondays. But it'd feel weird to update on a Monday and then skip a Thursday to wait until the Thursday next, so Mondays it is.

The story will be 4 chapters unless chapter 4 runs longer than expected and I need to split it into two parts - so that means all of Ghost Month gets a bit of LiuShen for ya!

I can't remember if this story idea sparked my thoughts on giving myself a fake birthday or if my fake birthday planning made me start working on a fic idea for it, but either way, I've been sitting on the idea for a fair while. (It's on my Tumblr WIP list as "unnamed ghost fic".)

👻 The Guardian Ghost and the Bookish Fairy 🧚‍♂️

This story has gone through about three working titles, but I'm pretty sure I'm sticking with this one.

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Summary: LQG survives his qi deviation... in the form of a ghost. Having nothing better to do and no desire to be exorcised, he follows after SQQ and decides to haunt him for the hell of it.

It doesn't take him long to realize that not only is this not the SQQ he knew, but there is more going on. And apparently SQH is involved too? Ah! He understands now - they're immortal fairies given a grand mission to thwart a dark prophesy of the sect's collapse. Well. He can help with that. And how better than to protect the bookish fairy that's taken SQQ's place?

There are no ulterior motives. Why think such foolish things???

TL;DR: What happens if SY transmigrates a little later and the events of PIDW continue until after Ling Xi Caves?

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You know me - I love my LQG POV, so be prepared for that. And he's an even more unreliable narrator than ever. 🙈

I have also spent far too much time researching weiqi/go just so I could write a single scene. Thankfully I realized pretty quickly that I didn't need to actually dig too deep into how the game was played to write the scene or else I'd feel even more foolish. One day I'll write a scene with weiqi/go from SY's POV so I can work in a reference to Hikaru no Go. But this day is not the day. (Even though the set-up would have been perfect for it. Alas.)

I did not do any research into Chinese ghost or fairy folklore (because I knew what I wanted for this story and knew if I researched it and something came up that contradicted what I wanted, I'd second guess myself), so I'm going to have to tag or note that I'm running with a more Western take on ghosts with the bits and pieces I've picked up over the years from Eastern folklore, especially re: "fairies". I don't want people to "Well, actually" me over it because they were expecting something different.

re: Cultivate

Still working on it! Work + injury = surprisingly more difficult to work on a long story than a short one. More moving parts to keep track of and my brain just isn't up to it.

I'm hopeful for sometime in September, but I'm not making promises. I'll know better by the time the last chapter of Ghost is posted, though.

This post is already tl;dr, so not much to say other than I'll see those of you on the 8th who drop by to read! 💖💖💖

#fanfic planning #Story: The Guardian Ghost

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blackknight95857669 · 2 months

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"Finished" PC Build

Backstory: Starting 2023 I was still running a cobbled together mess of a PC, the heart of which was a Dell Studio XPS desktop from 2010. Yes, THIRTEEN YEARS old. I got 2 of them from a gaming company in 2012 for the price of a tank of gas, thanks to knowing someone working there that had been tasked with E-wasting all the Windows PCs. Company was switching to iOS dev.

Anyway, at its heart was the Dell Mobo, which featured a 1st Gen i5-920. By this point, the OG GPU was long gone and I had "upgraded" with a 1050TI. 16gigs of DDR3 RAM. This basic as hell setup had served me admirably for a decade, for a couple reasons.

I run Linux.

I have never been a HEAVY PC GAMER. Sure, I have gamed on PC since I first got one in 2005 (yeah, kinda late to the game, considering I was almost 30, lol), but I mostly used my PC for World of Warcraft, other similar MMOs, and what are now called Indie games on Steam. I've had consoles from like 6yrs old, and I tend to prefer them as they are the cheap option for gaming. I appreciate what a modern PC can do (esp lately with RT etc) but like, more often than not PC gaming can be as much of a chore as it can be fun.

Now, starting around March 2023, that old PC began having strange errors with the RAM, which would cause Firefox to crash tabs/completely, among other things. Eventually it broke my Linux Mint OS badly enough it just stopped allowing me to login. Finally figured out the HDD I had was failing and got an SSD. Installed Garuda on it and pretty quickly realized I had Mobo issues as the RAM was still reporting less DIMMs than it had, half the time.

At this point, a friend that was aware of the issues offered to mail me an i5-6400, to build a "new" system around. Naturally I accepted and bought a Fractal Meshify 2, some new DDR4 RAM, DeepCool Gammax, and a used MSI Krait Gaming Mobo. Stuck the new parts in the new case, and moved over storage/GPU from old PC. Booted and updated the OS, then launched WoW. Still getting 10fps in Valdrakken. Shit. Guess I need to upgrade this GPU.

So I bought an RX 6800. Stuck it in the case and booted. Updated the OS, which brought the Mesa drivers on board. Launched WoW again. 10fps again. What the fuck. Thought maybe swapping from Nvidia to AMD might have left over some driver mess, so I fresh installed Garuda and got all set up. Logged WoW Main again. STILL 10fps. WTF. Took my Main to SW, stood in front of the bank, then logged an alt with NO UI. Holy shit, there's a 35fps difference between them. My UI was broken, lol. Spent a day fixing that. Now I get 20fps in Valdrakken, but 55ish everywhere else. This is good.. but... What if I upgraded the core to something current gen, say AM5?

Finally we arrive at the part the title of this post suggested, building the "new" PC. I went to Newegg and picked out a Ryzen 5 7600X, MSI Mag B650 Tomahawk WIFI Mobo, G.SKILL FlareX5 32g RAM kit, and a TFORCE 2TB M.2 SSD. I also got a "free" 1TB Sata SSD with the CPU, it was also a TFORCE. The following are the pics of the "build" process. There will also be an aside for a complication. ProTip: be real fucking sure everything you want to put into a PC is absolutely compatible. Some things say they are when they aren't. You'll see what I mean.

Here's the parts laid out and ready to be installed.

This Mobo has a ton of IO.

The iFixit "Pro Tech" toolkit. I got it on sale for I wanna say 80 bucks a few months ago, as of today it's listed for $75, and I think it's definitely worth the money.

Here we see the 3 M.2 slots. 2 of them have included heat sinks. Nice.

ProTip: Remember to peel the fucking plastic off these thermal pads, cause they don't really work with it on there.

Like a glove.

ProTip: it's real damn important to make sure you put the RAM in the proper dual channel config on an AMD system. On this motherboard there is a little diagram pointing out that the slots the sticks are in clearly say "first" on them, which is a nice touch. If you look closely, you can barely make out the very fuzzy diagram printed just above the heat sink bracket on the right hand side of the CPU.

Storage in place with the little "carder heat sink" strip in place. This SSD came with its own heat sink but I'm going to use the one that came with the board.

Like so.

And here's the board, ready to go into the case for further assembly.. however, it was at this point that i realized that the EVGA 650w PSU I had didn't have two 8pin(4x4) CPU cables. I got it open box, no manuals etc, and could have sworn it had 2 cables but I was wrong. Makes sense, really, 650 watts would be cutting it too close with this build. Bummer.

Ok, well I can at least move over my DeepCool Gammax heat sink. I looked at the listing from when I bought it and it says "AM5 compatible". I watched a vid that said "hey as long as your cooler doesn't use a back plate, it should work with AM5"

LIES, BOTH OF THEM. I tried to get the DeepCool on there but the brackets didn't quite line up, and then even if I could kinda fudge it a little to make that work, the screws were threaded differently. Fuck. So at this point, in the middle of a somewhat heavy storm, I had to make a run to Best Buy and hope the store really did have the things the website said it did. Thankfully, it did (and I guess yay for living in a decent area or something? cause I've heard stories about BBs having like 3 PSUs from one brand, so "my" store having 19 from 6 brands is luxury, it seems. I miss Fry's). Picked up an EVGA GT 850w 80+ Gold with auto Eco Mode and a Cooler Master Hyper 212 Halo, which was extremely lucky as it was the only one in the store.

That out of the way, the build can continue.

Coming along nicely. Sorry about the quality of some of these pics btw, I'm getting old so the eyes ain't what they were plus I had been dealing with this for several hours by now so I was also cranky and kinda rushing through the pics part. They looked good on the phone, less so once I moved them to the PC, heh.

Oh thank fuck, it posts. Ignore the slightly dirty desk, I been busy damn it.

That's looking clean as fuck. Yeah that old USB IO thing is old and kinda looks stupid but like, never can have enough ports, right?

I really do like this Fractal Meshify 2 case. It's laid out super well and is a breeze to build in. I mean just look at that cable routing, yo. And I was kinda rushing and not really being that finicky about it lol.

And it's home. Yeah, yeah, I know I need to clean up the cable situation on the left, there. I'll get to it. Also yes, there's some rust on that standing desk pole. I got it for free and it had been sitting outside. I've meant to clean that up but just haven't gotten to it, heh. Living in an RV as a not small dude (6ft1 240lbs or so) makes doing things like this just kinda suck, honestly. Add another person to the mix and yeah things can get tight. A 28ftx8ft box to live in just ain't the best time in the world, lol. We make do, though.

Finally, I figure I can give one nod to the RGB fans, so here you go. The Halo's fan in all its glory. I have since installed OpenRGB and managed, even on Linux, to gain access to the RGB controller and set the brightness to minimum.

I have run some benchmarks with Phoronix. I guess at least one person who might read this may be interested, especially Linux fans? So here's links to those:

GLmark2

Unigine Valley

Blender - this is an all tests, best of 3 run. Took a couple hours, which meant it was a great stress test for the CPU. I had no problems, which is impressive as the CPU sat at what I understand to be the throttle point temp of 95C. Yeah. I'm going to be looking into a better cooling solution or at least add another fan to the heat sink and see if that helps.

There's also 3 tests from when I was running the i5-6400 with the RX 6800.... if you wanna see what happens to a GPU when you severely bottleneck it, lol. If anyone actually reading this is interested you can just click "System Logs" on any of the links above, then "Show System Information" which will take you to a list of all benchmarks I've done so far.

Well, I guess that's it. Hope this was interesting and/or amusing to whoever reads this. Thanks for taking the time.

Edit*******

Oh and by the way, I launched WoW again after I finished, despite it being late and I was sore and tired. But I just had to see. I am now unable to get less than 35-40fps in Valdrakken, and I'm averaging nearly 100 anywhere else. I actually saw 130fps a few times. I'm not sure I've ever seen that high a number even when I flew as high as is allowed and looked straight up, lol.

In other words: yes, it was worth it. Especially if I can manage to baby this thing well enough it lasts me at least a few years before I "have" to think about upgrading it. Again.

#PC #Tech #AMD #7600x #rx6800 #Linux #Garuda #Gaming #DIY #I built a bit of a beast

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harrison-abbott · 1 year

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up the path

I woke up mid afternoon to a cool blue light outside and it took me some time for the body to galvanise. Cut-up onions on a plate. A bewildered state of awareness of how old I was. Hadn’t been dreaming of late and that usually happened when I lacked inspiration. Outside, through the window, there was a sheen of day-old snow on the roads and in the woods and I could see out for spans in the woodland – the way the land rose and yawned – and I wondered what’d be like if I had a sniper rifle, from here: I could shoot anything with this kind of panorama. I put on my coat and boots and walked down the hill. Half way down, there was a host of flowers and messages and pots of candles, for this man who had killed himself, oh, a month or so back; hanged himself in the woods in the infant morning. There were scarves and flags of his favourite football team tied to the railings. I wondered whether the flowers would ever stay there: their cellophane fluttered in the small breeze and the tops of them were multicoloured and dead. I passed that and got to the bottom of the hill where it was super slidy and I was careful not to fall and I passed this woman who was walking three border collie dogs all on her own and I thought about saying to her it’s brave of you to walk three sheepdogs all at once! but I was in a low mood and didn’t see the point in talking. I got up to the lane which led onto the shops. There was this spot on the path where once recently I saw a man who was having an epileptic fit. There was a woman with him. When I came upon the scene he was lying on the floor and groaning in these gaudy tones as if he were in a nightmare and I didn’t know what was happening. I asked the woman if she wanted me to call an ambulance. She said, no, he’ll wake up soon, there’s no point in that. I’d seen the pair of them (the man and woman) many times since then, and we just never greeted each other again and the man was fine and normal and not having a fit … Upwards, yonder, up the hilly path I came across a wet scattering of feathers, that’d been there for months. Of some bird that’d been mauled, there, a while back. The carcass had never been there, only the feathers. Silently grizzly, they were still there, after the rains and snow of November and December and now in January nobody had done anything about the murder spot, including me. I reached the crossway between the supermarket and the lane and there was that grassy plain where some kids blew up a motorbike fifteen years back (I remembered seeing the blackened bike, with awe, like something in a sci fi movie) and the explosion had left this sooty cloud on the wall right by it, which was still there after all this time: it’d forever darkened the masonry. Round the back of the supermarket, where this was caged-off courtyard with barbed wire fencing and these huge shiny barrels and a lorry in there, simmering with its engine on. At the aft corner of the supermarket building this plume of steam bloomed out and made these pulpy clouds in the 1°C air. Around the far side to the car park, where seventy vehicles dotted the arena, the tarmac all mushed up with grit and sleet. Unto the moving doors of the supermarket, I passed the forlorn magazine-seller woman on the way [she has to stand there all day] and then the fluorescent security guy inside, ogling at these mini cameras on his desktop thing – and the worst time of his day is probably when the high school kids come over during the lunch break. Not an enviable job. He said Hi and me too back to him. Over to the newspaper stall. The price had gone up this year. No wonder: inflation wasn’t the worst thing happening in the world. I took the paper over to the counters and scanned it in and there was this mini realm of knowledge in this small document which would be read by tens of thousands of folks across the country today and then be discarded and forgotten about tomorrow. Money went out the bank account. Card slipped back into the wallet. No receipt, thanks though. When I made to leave the store I would have said bye bye to the security guard but he wasn’t there anymore and then I moved through the electric doors and was out unto the fresh hard frosty air of the city again.

#short fiction #writers on tumblr #tumblr writers #prose #creative writing #fiction #modernist #post modernist #writing #stories #fables #tales

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teensdemo · 2 years

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Garrys mod review

I didn’t really have a clue that it was going to change my entire life.” Maybe the same over the course of a month, and then basically die off,” admits Newman.”It could’ve gone either way, so it is a big surprise to be sitting here ten years later and be thinking about when I was in my mum and dad’s house making this game. “We were expecting it to sell, like, ten to 20 thousand copies in the first day. Granted, Newman saw great potential in the digital platform – it was going to big – but was nonetheless unsure of where Garry’s Mod fitted into that projection. In 2006, although into its third year of existence, many still saw it as an inconvenience – a tedious install that obstructed direct desktop access to Counter-Strike. If we’d have priced it at $50 or $30, or even $20, I don’t think it’d have lasted ten years.”īack then, Steam was a far cry from the juggernaut it is today. I thought: who would pay for it? When we were first talking about price we thought $10. “We decided to have it that cheap because when Valve originally asked if we wanted to put it on Steam I said no. “The price goes back to the original days,” he explains. Newman describes the hype at this time as “crazy”, but recalls refusing Valve’s first offer. After all, he thought, who would pay for what is essentially an idiosyncratic take on a free Source engine mod? Fast forward two years and a dedicated, burgeoning community had blossomed, the press were fighting for coverage, and Valve themselves had approached Newman to discuss bringing the mod to their digital distribution service.Īt this stage it seemed Garry’s Mod had transcended its nominal “mod” appellative, becoming a fully-fledged game in its own right. In 2004, creator Garry Newman launched his eponymous project to the world free-of-charge. Given how much it offers players in return – an open, manipulatable sandbox with almost limitless possibilities – and as a mod that labels itself one “you definitely can’t win”, it seems like a pretty good deal. All characters, locations, images and video game content, are copyright of their respective owners, using this app is only within the scope of fair use guidelines.When Garry’s Mod debuted on Steam nine years ago it cost a meager ten dollars (seven pounds).

This guide only provides you the information of mods for the game, so that you can enjoy the game even more. All trademark and copyright belongs to Facepunch Studios and Valve. Please note that this is NOT the game 【Garry’s Mod】 itself, NOR containing official mods information. When we discover other interesting mods, we will further update the app. This unofficial Mods for 【Garry’s Mod】 collected about 90 English videos about interesting mods of the game. The game is currently available in Steam (). In the game, you can call up a variety of object, combine them in different manner, creating new objects and your world, use your head to come up with some fun and interesting objects, even vehicles and rockets, you can also play the things created by other people. 【Garry's Mod】 is a sandbox game developed by FacePunch Studio. This app contains mods information of 【Garry’s Mod】, including download links and videos of mods in action, so that you can watch the information and decide whether the time needed is worth to backup the game, download and install the mods. This is an unofficial Mods for 【Garry’s Mod (GMod)】.

#Garrys mod review

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clumsyclifford · 2 years

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hi hello i was passed tf out thank u for the little note and next time I’m on desktop i’ll turn anon back on. ANYWAYS. wowie GO NATS 14 runs… and against the giants too?? that’s so interesting. idk how the giants are doing this year tho i know they lost quite a few good players. but last year they were very good so good for the nats!! also yes the cubs aren’t doing. horribly. they’re just. chugging along. trying their best with only really have 3 actual starting pitchers Aw. anyways YES THE NEW SIGN THINGS. i am about to get slight baseball nerd here 🤓. so like throwback to 2017 when the astros cheated to win the world series by stealing signs ahaha. since then mlb has been doing all they can to monitor that to ensure that sign stealing to that extent can’t ever really happen again. bc i mean like it’s a natural part of the game to an extent (i.e. there’s a runner at second who can see the signs the catcher is giving who then somehow signals to the batter) but like. obviously not to the extent the astros were doing it. which idk if u ever fully read about that controversy when it broke but the astros had a camera in the outfield that they were playing the feed of in the tunnel to the locker room by the dugout. the feed showed the catcher putting down signs for a pitch. they were then banging a bat against a trash can so loudly that the batter could hear it to let them know what pitch was going to be thrown next. and like… it helps A Lot to know what pitch is being thrown next. like 2 bangs for a curveball, 3 bangs for a cutter, etc etc. and mind you, yu darvish a pitcher for the dodgers at the time got absolutely fucking destroyed by fans and the media for MONTHS to the point that the dodgers eventually released him from the team all because he started game 7 of the world series that year and the dodgers ended up losing and the entire series everyone thought he was tipping his pitches. no. they were just stealing signs hahahahahahahaha. can u tell i am still bitter about how yu darvish was treated after the astros cheated and people only realized like 2 years later when the controversy came to light. yeah he became a cub like the next year and i will always argue that HE DESERVED BETTER! now i’ve gone off topic. so anyways this new system started this year to avoid bullshit like that. catchers wear this little like. panel of buttons on their kneepads. each button represents a pitch so like. fastball curveball etc. the pitcher wears one like headphone in their ear that’s connected to it. so instead of putting down a certain number of fingers to signal the pitch they want thrown next. they now just press a button and it talks into the pitcher’s ear and tells them. voila! sign stealing is dead! fuck the astros! i watched the cubs last night it was Embarrassing they lost horribly and kept fumbling routine plays Awww cubbies my cubbies never change… ok i think i covered everything Woo

ur good we worked it out we managed we survived

yeah i have no clue how the giants are doing either but they aren't doing so hot against the nats!!

hmmm okay well. i understand the purpose of the panel and the sneaky technology communication but i have to say personally i think it's stupid. like hmmmm maybe instead of adding technology to baseball, other teams should just not cheat! that could be fun. i feel like taking away the secret hand signals is like crushing the spirit of the game. dramatic? perhaps. but where is the fun if not for the secret hand signals!!!!! anyway. fuck the astros for ruining the secret signals for everyone for real

sorry bout ur cubs tho </3 maybe they were jus having an off night. hope they are doing better now

#arabeiia #ask #other bella #i KNEW youd have information on the technology #o bella our lord of baseball

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avintagekiss24 · 3 years

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—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

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sugako · 3 years

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gamer gf

suna x f!reader sum: suna gets a little lonely after you’ve been playing games all day instead of spending time with him cw: 18+ minors do not interact (this means don't read/interact/click/etc if you are a minor!!!!) nsfw, smut, nickname kitty (verges on petplay but not really??), pussy job/humping, orgasm denial, cervix kisses, toy use, Dom/sub, creampie/unprotected sex wc: 1.8k a/n: not even sure if i like this but the idea has been plaguing my mind so i had to write it

Suna let out a little sigh, hoping to get your attention from the doorway where he had been standing for the last minute. Your eyes had stayed glued to the quirky game on your computer screen, not even blinking over to him. Even though you had your headphones on he knew the volume was low enough to hear noises.

His eyes fixed on the headphones. He had watched you fawn over those silly pink things for months, always too embarrassed or afraid to get them for whatever reason - especially the ones with the little ears. They were perfect for you, his pretty, little kitty. Some days he thought his purchase was a mistake. While he understood that you felt you needed to use them to show him how much you appreciated the gift, he missed some of your affection that had been stolen away by the screen.

When he shifted again, you finally saw him out of the corner of your eye. You paused and pulled the headphones down around your neck.

“What’s up?” You ask, fiddling with the controller. You hoped he hadn’t been standing there long, trusting that if he really needed you he would have actually tried to get your attention. Still, although nothing looked urgent, his brows were knit just enough that you knew he needed something.

“I’m going to bed soon. I have work early tomorrow.” He said after a moment.

He actually means, Come to bed with me, you thought with a smile. “I was just going to finish this level and then take a shower before bed. I’m having some trouble with it though if you wanna try?” Waving the controller toward him, you watch as his shoulders relax at your words.

“Sure.” He shuffles in through the doorway and you sit up so he can take your place in the chair. As soon as he’s comfortable, his arms wrap around you and pull you into his lap. Before he took the controller from your hands he adjusted the headphones to sit back up on your head, lowering the volume so you could hear him well enough. He rested his chin on your shoulder and reached back around to take the controller.

You fidget around, trying to get comfortable against his solid body without disturbing him too much. A sharp, little sigh huffs out of his nose when you settle, spreading your legs so they drape over either of his thighs, dangling from the seat. You ease your back against his chest and press a small kiss to the side of his head.

It’s far too easy to rile him up and maybe it’s a little cruel. Besides, you really wanted to get past this level and he’s fumbling with the controls now. But it was worth it to feel the little grumbles in his chest reverberate across your back, the muscles in his thighs flex every few seconds, and his cock slowly start to harden against the loose pair of sleep shorts you were wearing. More than that, you knew he needed some amount of attention so why not give him your all.

He knows you can read him, not that he really hides anything. His eyes flicker to the little ears in the reflection of the screen. It obvious you want it, that you’re trying to get him to break first, but he wants to hold out just a little longer.

“I’m never going to make it past this part if you don’t stop, kitty.” He grumbles, practically letting the character perish again.

“Stop what?” The pet name makes you shiver in his lap, accidentally grinding against him. He lets out a long sigh and pulls back on your stomach so you’re flush against him.

“Stop grinding your needy cunt against me.” He resumed the level, squeezing you a little tighter in his arms.

“I-”

Cutting you off he tossed the controller down and pushed you off the chair to stand, just to spin you around and pull you back into his lap facing him. “I was feeling generous earlier, but you were cooped up here playing games all day. If you’re so desperate now, kitty, you can take my cock out and do what you want, but you’re not cumming unless you deserve it.”

“Rinta-”

“Take what you get, I’m finishing this level for you.” He stopped your protest again, already reaching around your back to pick the controller back up again.

Even though you had a little pout on your face, you were pleased. Not hesitating for long you reached between the shrinking space between your bodies and pulled his long cock out from the band of his sweatpants. You pumped him slowly while you pulled aside the loose fabric of your shorts and teased yourself.

You lowered his length between your thighs, spreading your dripping folds so you could press your heat flush against him. His cockhead teases at your entrance, just nearly slipping in past your mess, as you began rutting against him. Relaxing into the languid motions, you wrapped your arms around his neck to embrace him for stability.

Your own whimpers and moans echoed around in your ears, amplified by the headphones you knew he didn’t want you to take off. Clit dragging along his perfect ridges and veins was sending you closer to the edge than you should have been.

“You’re fucking soaked from squirming around for like two seconds, it’s pretty cute. Would’ve been cuter if you would’ve let me fuck you earlier.” His muffled voice comes out plainly, but you can feel the passive tone.

“Didn’t know…” you pant out, “...wasn’t, ahh, wasn’t paying attention, ‘m sorry…”

Suna lets out a small sigh, partly in an effort to hold back from groaning when he feels you clench around him. “I know,” he says softly.

The coil is wrapped all too tight, just on the verge of snapping, and you have to stop your hips, still quivering in his arms. Your thighs visibly shake around his and over the chair, whether from the position or pleasure you can’t tell. Through the haze of your heavy breathing and clouded thoughts, you hear the little ding! that comes at the end of every level.

Just as you attempt to lean back from him, feebly trying to hump yourself against his cock like a tired animal, he’s pulling you up to your feet. You stumble back, legs nearly asleep, but he catches you and spins you back around again. His hand pushes you down between your shoulder blades against the cool desk, the other coming up to finally rip the headphones away.

“I want you to hear how sloppy your cunt sounds when I’m fucking you and think about what you’ve missed all day.” He growls, pushing your shorts to the side and lining himself up. Letting yourself go limp under his touch, you can only deftly nod, relaxing your muscles so he can slip between your folds. Although his girth burns a bit, it’s his length that really makes you shake.

There’s so much of him, it’s nearly impossible to take him all unless he’s fucking into you, abusing your poor little cervix. With a small moan, he eases himself in and slides into you until his thighs are firmly pressed against your ass. You choke out a broken cry when you feel his tip press deep inside of you, stomach and pussy clenching at the feeling. He doesn’t give you any time to relax, digging his sharp fingertips into the flesh of your hips before he pulls nearly all the way out and slams back in again.

His pace is smooth and restrained, but that doesn’t stop you from gasping every time he fills out your gummy walls. From the way he quietly whimpers you can tell that he’s holding back those pretty, needy moans whenver he feels you flutter around him.

“Think you deserve to cum on my cock now?” He grunts out, grabbing your wrists to hold them behind your back and picking up his pace.

“N-no…?” you sob in a low voice.

“Maybe not, but I want you to, kitty.”

It’s all you can do to let out a broken whimper as he rips open a drawer in the desk, still tightly holding your wrists behind your back with one hand. He rifles around for minute, not quite able to take his eyes off the way his cock sinks in and out of you. The slap of his skin against yours, the creak of the desktop, and the lewd slick noises coming from where his body meets yours is intoxicating, distracting him from what he’s trying to do next.

Finally, he finds it, bulky and smooth. When he clicks it on, the sound of vibrations send a shiver runs down your spine and forces you to clench around him. Wordlessly, he pulls you back just enough from where your folded against the desk and presses the vibrator between your legs, still fucking into you just as fast as before.

You let out strangled mewl, pushing back against the toy that’s flush to your pulsing clit. “Wanna...wanna cum,” you struggle to pant out. The coil inside your stomach is wrapped up again, right on the verge of snapping. He can feel it in the way your legs shake and twitch under him and your wrists struggle against his grasp.

“Then cum.” He groans as you do. Your tight walls flutter around him, vainly attempting to keep him locked in place, but he pushes back, fucking your right through and keeping the vibrator firmly pressed against you even as you thrash under him until you’re spent.

When the last wave passes over your body, he takes the device away at last, flicking it off and tossing it on the computer desk beside your head. You’ve gone completely limp in his arms now, barely able to hold yourself up even with the support of the table top.

Faintly, you hear the quick breaths of air he’s huffing out from his nose and you know he’s close behind. You lie there like a ragdoll while he pumps into you, cock twitching against your slick walls every other second. At last, he thrusts against your one final time, tip brushing against your cervix while hot spurts of cum coat your insides. You breath out a small cry at the subtle pinched feeling inside of you, tensing around him while continues to paint your walls white.

His grip slacks around your wrists and he bends over to rest his chest against your back, pressing kisses to the back of your neck while he catches his breath. You feel so warm with him around you, honestly a bit sad you didn’t notice that he needed you earlier.

“Rin?” You sigh out at last. Suna mumbles a little noise of recognition so you know he’s listening. “Take a shower with me?”

He barely makes a noise, but his chest vibrates with a low chuckle that sends tingles through you. “Sure, let’s clean up.”

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iguessilovebakugou · 3 years

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Kill the Lights and Kiss My Eyes || Domestic!Bakugou x Wife!Reader [ +18 ]

I’ll be honest, I’m still so confused what HOH!* is, but...fuck, I know what domestic smut is. I guess it’s finally time I take the fucking plunge, baby.

Congrats Anon - this is my first smut drabble. I hope you're happy.

CW: NSFW, Oral, Cunnilingus, Rough Kinks: Lip biting, body worship, powerplays, Bakugou on his knees, Rougher Sex Word Count: 2.8K Pairings: Pro!Bakugou x F!Reader

“So moving forward, I really think we should start having the clients be aware of the changes before they even get to that portion of the contract.”

“I agree. I think that way, we’ll have ample time to inform them of the changes to how we handle their business.”

“Nng, Katsuki what the fuck?”

“Do you think we should create a contract specifically for this change? I think that might be best, that way they can’t say they never heard about it.”

“P-Please, I...I’m in a-”

“That’s probably a good idea. Mrs. Bakugou - what do you think? Is that something you could do?”

He had been a terror the second he got home...and he had only been home for all of 2 minutes.

He had been gone on some sort of mission for an entire month. The first week was fine, the second wasn’t so bad. The third? The third was torture. He would never say it, never admit it out loud, but he missed you. It was subtle ways - to mask the fact that you were all he could think about those past two days. Letting you know what time he would be arriving, complaining the whole ordeal was taking to long, and in the moments where he could - calling you and just letting the silence hang around you. Getting as close to you as he humanly possibly could.

The moment you heard that door open, you knew Katsuki would be...unruly, but this was...okay, it wasn’t entirely unexpected.

“I think her connection went down again.”

It happened a lot actually.

His nails drug down the skin of your thighs, leaving bright and angry pink marks until they his hands gripped your pelvis. With a yelp, you were tugged further down into your office chair - which was already pretty damp with his affections. You were left a groveling, mewling mess as he continued his attack. The knew position gave him ample room to lavish your clit with more attention, running the tip of his tongue over and around it in circles before diving back inside you. You tried to get a word out edge wise, but the moment his tongue slid against your walls, you were done.

“Fuck...fuck, babe.” A shiver shot up your spine as his tongue pushed further inside you. It reached as far as it could go, lapping at the very core of you. Each movement drew out the most desperate of cries. He had only just begun and already you were quickly dissolving into a pile of rather pathetic whimpers as you curled around him. "Please, I...I’m...”

“Mrs. Bakugou, can you hear us?”

If you didn’t respond, they would grow suspicious. You could get in trouble, you would have to try and explain why your connection only every had a problem on the days your husband got home. You reached, desperately for the spacebar on your desktop, trying to let them know you were in fact still there.

But Katsuki’s hand shot out, quickly abandoning your thigh and snatching your wrist. He didn’t pull away from you, refusing to slide his tongue out from inside you. You looked down at him, through lidded eyes. Another moan, fingers gripping the arms of your work chair when you felt the growl in his throat, felt the words he was trying to say against your lips. They sent shockwaves up to the top of your skull and curling your toes. You looked down at him through lidded eyes, desperate for some semblance of reprieve.

Don’t answer it.

“...ah.”

Fuck Katsuki Bakugou. Fuck the fact he knew just how to touch you, to melt your will just enough to mold you into whatever shape he desired. If he wanted to touch you, wanted to drive you over the edge at this very moment, who were you to deny him that? Without another moment’s hesitation, you reached over your chair and grabbed the cord connecting your computer to the outlet. With a grunt, you yanked, tugging the plug out of the wall and sending it scattering to the wooden floor with a Thud!

The voices from your meeting stopped and the screen behind you went dark. The only thing keeping your office lit was the sun, which was already starting to nestle behind the trees of your backyard. Katsuki paused, only a moment to watch what you were doing. His expression, while cautious, seemed...surprised. His eyes glowed in the light, his panting now more pronounced that the voices of your superiors weren’t droning on above it.

You swallowed, harshly. Your mouth was dry and your tongue felt like cotton. It was still hard to breathe, still hard to think - no hope for any sort of long winded sentences. But he had stopped, watching you now, and waiting - for you. He had been so terribly awful, but you could see the patience nestled in his face. He wasn’t going to make a move until you spoke.

Your voice was low, deep in your chest as your fingers found their way into his wild, blond hair.

“If you’re gonna fuck me - then fuck me. ”

It wasn’t a just an invitation - it was something that he loved almost as much as you: a challenge. His eyes turned more wild and with another guttural noise, his lips curled up into a smile.

“You’re gonna regret asking.”

If you had any doubt left in your mind that he was telling the truth, it was swiftly quelled. Katsuki shut his eyes and pushed back against you. Your chair - propelled by the sheer force of him - went crashing back against the wall. The action yanked a gasp from you as his tongue was forced further inside you, reaching a new depth you hadn’t expected. And then it was gone. Still, his mouth refused to leave you, his lips now wrapped around your clit. You felt empty, only for a moment - until two of his calloused fingers slide in deep and curled, rubbing your warmth quick and tight.

You cried out, wrapping your legs around his shoulders to draw him closer. To keep him right where the two of you wanted him to be. No longer inhibited by some meetings about contracts that didn’t matter, you let your cries be heard. You threw your head back against the window, resting it there while and moaned to your hearts content. Your neighbors would hear surely, but let them. It shouldn’t be a secret that your husband knew how to unravel you, that the man you loved had memorized every tiny spot that turned you into a puddle at his touch.

Katsuki’s eyes never left your face. You could feel him watching you. And when his fingers curled up further, tugging at your core - fireworks erupted. It wasn’t enough to send you over the edge, not just yet, but it was enough to draw your back up straight. Your fingers tightened around his hair, your legs wrapped tighter around him. “Keep...that...again...please.”

You could feel him chuckle against you. The whine came from you, even before he drew his fingers back. His tongue was drawn over the top of you. In another breath, his lips wrapped around your clit. And he started there again.

In moments like this, Katsuki never played fair. You were certain half of what he did was to torture you, while the other half was because he liked watching you squirm and wiggle under his touch. He would never say it out loud but you knew he adored seeing you like this, knowing full well no one else in the world got to see you such a begging, needy mess. It was his little secret to keep. And he was so very good at keeping secrets.

He deserved to be rewarded for it.

He didn’t expect you to reach out. He didn’t expect your fingers to trail under his jaw bone, to pull him up and away from you. For a moment, he snarled, not wanting to budge from his position. But then he felt the urgency and, albeit begrudgingly, he lifted his head. His eyebrow was cocked, his eyes narrowed and his glistening lips curled into a sneer. “What?”

You gripped him by the fabric of his shirt, tugging forward and up to meet you. The steadfast resolution to bring you to climax quickly faded as you pressed your lips to his. A chaste kiss at first, soft and sweet. One more, drawing him into you...

Your teeth found his bottom lip, gripping it and tugging it back, nipping hard enough to break the skin and draw a drop of blood against your tongue. You smirked at the sharp intake of his breath, the way his body tensed at the action. For as much as he knew how to unravel you, you equally knew the little notions that could ruin him. The right places to touch him to make his knees buckle, to make him chase you for more. And - like clockwork - the moment your fingers slid down his abdomen to run over the rise of him, Katsuki’s entire being shivered, his body leaned into your touch.

You had been with him long enough to know when the façade was crumbling to the ground. You could feel him twitch under you touch, feel the pulse of his desire. His hands against your thighs gripped you just a bit tighter, his skin grew a bit hotter, his kiss was just a bit deeper.

The groan you had elicited from Katsuki’s chest was intoxicating. You could feel the rumble underneath your skin, crawling up your veins and fogging your thoughts. The existence of you was his drug, just as he was to you.

You took advantage of his parted lips, sliding your tongue against his. He reciprocated in his own way, immediately fighting for dominance. The chair slammed back against the wall, but this time you were prepared and so was he. You slipped effortlessly out of your chair and into his lap. His hands, calloused and rough, gripped your ass to pull you tight against him. He grinded up against you in abandon, grunting softly against your lips. His hands on your ass squeezed, making sure to hold you taut against him as he desperately rutted against you.

The waiting was turning into madness - and judging by how quickly his hand reached for the hem of his pants - he readily agreed. It was difficult for him, fumbling with the buckle and edging the fabric down over his hips. You almost laughed, and would have if his mouth hadn’t captured yours before anything more than a gasp could escape.

And then you felt it: the head of him, dripping with want, press against your entrance. One final time, you felt his eyes on you. Behind his grunting and growling, behind his shaking fingers, he was asking. Making sure this was okay. If you were alright with this.

In response, you pressed down against him. “Please,” You begged, just a whisper in his ear. You felt him quake beneath you. “Fuck me, Katsuki.”

He drove up into you and the force of his weight inside of you - although familiar - always drew a cry. Katsuki paused, only for a moment, each breath he took shaking. In that moment, there was nothing but the weight of him inside you - every glorious inch of him. The world was empty - save for the two of you in that office. You opened your eyes, taking him in. The wild blonde hair, the rough skin dotted with sweat, the way his shoulders rose and fell as he tried to contain himself. As he tried to keep himself steady and not rut into you like an animal.

He wanted to make sure this lasted as long as possible. There was no telling when he would be dragged away from you again.

Your fingers ran through his hair, gently holding it to tug his face out from where it was buried in the nape of your neck. Gently, you peppered kisses over his face - across his forehead, over his eyes, on the tip of his nose. There was a moment his hips bucked, to try and reestablish who was in control...but it faltered quickly. He soaked in every ounce of affection, relished every gentle touch you bestowed upon him.

His voice, so quiet and ragged when he finally spoke, was not a surprise.

“I’m going to ruin you.”

You huffed, your lips against his temple, dragging against his skin. “Then ruin me.”

He was up in a flash. A moment later, your back was against the desk as his mouth resumed its assault on yours. It was smart - seeing as you cried out in absolute ecstasy when he began to pound into you.

As promised - Katsuki was most certainly trying to ruin you. Your hands scrambled, your fingers wrapped around his arms, gripping him as he began to pound into you. There was no hesitation - each thrust was deliberate, their soul purpose to drag each and every lewd noise from you that they could. And they did. While he refused to pull his mouth from yours, that didn’t stop you from moaning, gasping and mewling every time his cock buried itself inside you.

The sound of his hips hitting your ass with such force was almost enough to drown out the sound of the desk skirting across the floor. You paid no mind as the pictures lining it’s edge went clattering to the floor and shattering upon impact. You paid no mind as your phone - buzzing away on the other side - sliding off the desk as well. You tried to keep your mind straight, to try and stay grounded. But you couldn’t - Katsuki was too much.

His thrusts grew faster, less timed, erratic as he drew closer and closer to his breaking point. You finally opened your eyes, looking up to see him staring down at you. The smirk on his face was a perfect blend of frustrating and heart pounding. You greeted it with your own smile. “F-...fuck, babe...”

“Beg for it.”

You grunted when his hands joined in, slamming you down against his thrusts. You gritted your teeth, swearing again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck...” You gasped when he did it again...and again...and again.

“Beg. For. It.”

Each word was accentuated with a thrust. Each thrust was accentuated with a cry of pleasure. God he knew he was going to get his way. He knew that no matter what, you wanted the same thing as he did. He was just going to torture you until he heard you admit it out loud.

Just for him. Only for him.

“I...I want you to...Fuck, Katsuki!”

“What do you- ah...” His hips refused to slow as he let out a grunt. He lowered his body down, pressing his chest against yours and trapping you between him and the desk. His lips found their way to your ear, his voice low - barely above a growl. “What do you want me to do?”

He knew what you wanted him to do. “I...I want you to...”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, your face burying itself against his shoulder. Your mind was staring to go blank as you dissolved into a mess of curses and moans. But he wasn’t going to stop until you answered him.

“Cum...I want you to...cum...”

“Where?”

“Fucking damn it, Katsuki!”

“Where?”

The heat inside you was unbearable now. The pleasure was forcing all logical thought out the window.

“I...just...”

You weren’t going to last much longer at this rate.

“please...”

And judging by the absolute bliss in his eye, he wasn’t going to hold out much longer either.

“I-Inside! Cum inside me!!”

You allowed the pleasure to crash over you - the pent up frustration from Katsuki being gone for so long, the undeniable desire for him to touch you, to fuck you, to love you like only he could. With a final cry of his name and the arch of your back, it all went white.

You felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he rode you through it. You’re still gasping for breath, the fog he lost you in starting to clear, when you realize his teeth are against you neck, muffling the . You can feel him erupting inside of you, grunting as he fills you.

The two of you are panting, sweating messes; your office is in an even worse state. You’re a tangled mess of limbs, of gentle touches and dragging nails and...

“Fuck...” He breathes, letting out another breath. He doesn’t speak again until he’s lifted you up off the desk, weakly lowering the both of you down onto the floor. You kiss him once more before he slips out of you, which he happily reciprocates. He pulls back, looking down at you, his crimson eyes flashing.

“I fucking missed you.”

So...first smut....I hope you liked it - cause like...fuck bro...

I drank tea and burned through 3 different candles trying to write this and I’m still not like...super okay with it.

Send me more smut asks - I need to get used to writing it.

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stuckybarton · 3 years

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Stupid Hormones

SUMMARY: What's worse than an unstable hormones led by a pregnancy that makes you want to fuck your husband constantly? Being cockblocked more times than you thought possible in one day. What's even worse? The only man capable of easing your needs is forced to be a hundred of miles away because of a particular Himbo's mistake. Fun. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader (Established Relationship) WARNINGS: Semi-smut (?). Interrupted Phone Sex. Strong Language. WORDS: 4,103

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Request by @sunshineyrosie:

hi! I thought it’d be a little easier to message you. My idea is kinda connected to the Expecting fic. Pregnancy hormones are making reader super horny and she shows up to his office unexpectedly telling him she needs him “urgently” which makes him concerned at first thinking its bad when really she just needs release. Then someone comes into his office and tells him there is an emergency and they have to go right away (maybe a family emergency or something) so he has to tear himself away from her. He ends up having to leave town for a week leaving them both wanting. So he calls her on the phone and apologizes for his absence, and then talks her through an orgasm

https://youtu.be/zjYmTLSBQvs This scene is what gave me the idea

Hi. This was actually fun to write and also i blame you for me now adding Grey's Anatomy to my To Watch List for next month. Thanks for that XD. Also just letting you know that I may or may not have cockblocked them twice on this. I don't know, I am not used to phone sex (if that makes sense) but i might explore this concept in the future. Thank you so much for the request. :)

Pregnancy had been so such a change to your lifestyles, just as much as it was to Loki's own.

Your 12-hour shift in the café was reduced to half as much as Loki's own time in both the company and in the family business was almost nonexistent at this point. Thor had become his substitute and you were more than welcome with the new change. But amongst the new changes in your life was the itch that only one Loki Laufeyson could scratch. Including this very moment.

Tapping your foot as you waited for the elevator to open to Loki's floor, all of the things you wish to do to your insatiable husband already had you clenching your thighs together, the familiar wetness already pooling against the lingerie set you had on. Anything to pull that man out of the office and into your pants.

As soon as you heard the ding of the of the elevator, you were quick in your steps, getting out and immediately greeted by your good friend Darcy, a bright smile on her face as you approached her desk.

"Perfect time for a visit, Lady Boss." Darcy winked looking through her computer. "Loki has an hour and a half to spare before he has another meeting."

You smiled, already keeping in mind the pastries you'd have Loki bring her tomorrow. After a quick chat, you found yourself almost dashing inside his office. The sight of him, sexy as all hell, seated in his desk. It brought so much memory in your head. The moment you had told him about your baby. The first time he had fucked you in this office and the promise of continuing that tradition, as much as you were still capable of, being kept.

You knew he had noticed your arrival. Eyes glued to whatever was on his desktop computer. But never once did he try to acknowledge your presence, but the grin on his lips always said otherwise. The impatience in you had won out as you quickly approached him and the idea of fucking in his office looked like a good idea right now. The growing stomach was becoming quite a challenge for the two of you and you want to test how far the two of you could go.

"Loki can I get a minutes? It's urgent." You called out of the blue, voice sounded pained more than anything, eyes focus solely on him as he was quick to jerk his head up towards you. Worry quickly laced his features, gone was all the mischief hidden behind his blue eyes.

"Are you alright?" He was quick to be up his feet. Making his way towards you. Hands already in their way towards your swollen stomach. "Is the baby alright?" He questioned.

Had your horniness not been on the way, you would have appreciated your husband's concern. Even as the excitement of being a father flowed through him, the constant fear of being just like his adoptive father still haunted him and you try your best to exorcise. But there were more pressing matters you needed to worry about at this very moment. Shaky hands quickly made their way to his green tie. Pulling him until his head leaned closer to your own.

"I need you, Loki." You plead, lips ghosting against his own as your entire being ached for him. As your lips finally met, the smile was now on his lips, taking control of the kiss as he always does. He pulled you closer to him, arms snaking around your waist in the process.

"You had me worried for a moment there, My Love." He chuckled pulling away for a moment as he took a good look at you. "Do you have another trick up your sleeves?" He teased knowing fully well you're armed to the teeth with things you could use to pull Loki away from his work--or as Loki liked to call, "your seduction tactics".

Before you could retort, his lips found their way towards your neck, caressing them with his lips, leaving a trail behind. His cold breath, fanning against you skin, breaking you into a prickle of goosebumps. The sensation of his cold lips, cold hands brought a contrast to your own warming skin. His hands sliding lower until they met your ass. Clenching them as he pulled you even closer to him. The swell of your stomach being the only thing separating the two of you.

"Didn't I just sated you this morning, My Love?" He teased, hands now raising towards your hair, combing through the tendrils of your hair, before one hand clenched onto the back of your hair. The familiar ache that jolted right through your core in the process. "You've become so greedy for me, My Love? Morning, noon, and a handful of rounds at night?" He tuts as his hips jerked, momentarily feeling the solidness of his erection against your front. "Have I corrupted you so and you are now constantly hungry for me and my cock?"

You could only nod as his teeth bared against your neck. Marking you as he was always so used to doing to you. Inside the shirt you wore was his painting, various hickeys he was more than proud to refresh every few days. Your neck was also littered in them, letting everyone know who you exactly belong to.

The baby inside you was not enough for him to stop making his claim and you were more than glad he didn't.

He lifted you up into his arms, and the two of you had found yourselves in the black sofa in the middle of his office. Him sitting and you were on top of him. His hands now found their way back towards your waist as he pulled you back into a kiss.

This was what you appreciated about Loki. He took his time to make you breathless, needy, and consumed by him. He wanted you in every shape and form you could give him. His lips taking your own as his hands took control of your hips, stopping you from creating friction for your own release.

He was making you crazy with just his kisses, but he made sure to control you all at the same time. No one is allowed to make you come besides him. He made sure of it, made you incapable of having your own release if it wasn't from him, his fingers, lips, or his fucking cock.

He had truly ruined you for other men. It was a good thing you were married to him or it would be a whole different story if you weren't.

"Is this truly urgent, My Love?" He teased pulling away for a moment and you finally couldn't help yourself as the smile on your own face returned.

Loki wasn't one to make sex as anything else but serious. But just the irony of what had you had reduced yourself into and what you had made your husband endure since the start of your pregnancy, it was ridiculous.

"Well yes," You confirmed now wrapping your arms around your husband's neck, fingers combing through his jet black hair. "This stupid pregnancy hormones that makes me want to have sex all the time--urgently."

"Hey, I do like the stupid pregnancy hormones." He points out pulling you back into a kiss.

Your hands now falling towards his shirt, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, but the sound of both of their phones ringing had you two share a groaned. If it wasn't one thing, it would be another it seems. Pulling out your phone just as the same time Loki had, you could only rub your temples as your Uncle had texted you about the Health Inspector making a visit later in the afternoon and you were needed back in the café as soon as possible.

"My oaf of a brother had found himself under Fury's nerves." Loki muttered and you had realized the mood was ruined.

You groaned even louder as you rested your forehead against his shoulders. You didn't know why, but the tears had somehow found themselves forming in your eyes. Stupid Thor being too arrogant and ruining your moment with your husband. Stupid Health Inspector needing to make a visit the one time you wanted your husband more than anything.

As the sniffles escaped you, your cheeks cupped into your husband's cold hands as he lifted you to look him face to face. The tears now freely falling as you looked at the annoyance that now rested on his face at the situation you two were having being ruined.

"Why are you crying?" He asked, face softening, thumbs wiping away the tears that had fallen to your cheeks.

"I'm not." You tried to deny but with one lifted brow from your husband, you relent. "Yes." You nod wiping another tear before he could. "I cry every time I get mad."

"Wait, you're mad?"

It was a sight to see Loki, so confused, worried, and amused with what had been going on with you. You tried your best to keep the tears at bay as you tried to calm yourself and rationalize what exactly pissed you off more. Thor or the fucking Health Inspector. Both somehow being the reason why you can't have sex with your husband when you wanted to.

"All I want is to have sex with my husband but that fucking Health Inspector would be up both me and my Uncle's asses for the next god-knows how long." You snapped. "Thor needs to get his shit together, you're not gonna always be there for him if he keeps up with his antics." You added.

The knock on the door had the both of your groaning once again, knowing it wasn't Darcy, whoever it was would face your wrath.

"Brother?" Thor's voice could be heard through the door.

"Thor?" Loki questioned. "Give me a minute." Loki had requested, hesitantly buttoning up his shirt and quick to fix your clothes as well as you finally stood up from his lap.

You broke into another sob and before Loki could even console you or stop you, you found your way towards the door, opening it and seeing the surprise in Thor's face seeing you in the office, the worry upon seeing the tears still streaming down your cheeks, and the confusion at seeing Loki behind that looked just as confused with what was going on.

"Whatever the fuck you did this time Thor, you better make sure you have Loki fix it and come home to me as soon as possible. If he's not home tonight by nine pm, I will personally be the one to castrate you and you better fucking hope Jane is not looking to add to the soccer team of kids you already fucking have."

Thor had stood, speechless, and for the most part genuinely scared that someone that barely even reaches his shoulder could make a threat that had genuinely had him shake from where he stood. Loki had really become an influence to you, as much of a spitfire you had always been, pregnancy hormones had turn you even worst.

"So, get out of my face, bring whoever army you have in your fucking arsenal and my husband will meet you when I am done with him." You spat slamming the door right on his face before he could even say a word.

You turned to your husband that remained on the couch, confused and loss for words at what you have just said towards Thor, one of the few men you never spoke ill about, until this very moment. Your hormones were so fucked up it scared him how it would happen as the months go by.

You pecked your husband, one, two, many times as you possibly could. Hoping that once whatever crisis the two of you had to handle for the day could be fixed and the both of you could continue on with what you had started in his office. Hesitantly, with what little strength you had, you made your way out of his office not before hearing him chuckle and tell you how much he likes this stupid hormones of yours.

"You could have had Thor bring the toys." You muttered to your husband as you looked through the dozen upon dozens of stuffed toy that were now housed in what would be your baby's room.

Everything was slowly coming together. A crib on one side, with the changing station in the other. The color green wasn't really what you would have picked for the color of the room, but from your husband's many ways of convincing you it would work, it was growing on you. Dark green walls and the gold accent wasn't what you would have picked for the room, but it somehow worked. Fit for the son of a Mobster King.

You could only smile, thinking about the good things. How you and your husband were excited for the arrival of your baby, The things you wish to be able to do for child. To make sure they live a life that was not like your own, and certainly not like the life Loki and his siblings had to endure at the hands of their father. You would do anything for your child, even if it means accepting that there would be a time that they would get involved with the family business. Accepting the fact that this will forever be part of your husband's life as much as your own now when you married him.

'I was told he would prefer to have a few more children in his future.' Your husband had pointed out through the other line.

Because of Thor's stupidity and incapability of dealing with things without using threats or war, Loki was force to drive out of town and personally fix Thor's mistake. It wasn't dangerous, Loki had assured as much, but his presence would be perfectly needed to ease the tension before far worse could possibly happen. He was after all the God of Lies, and his silver tongue could always save the day. But because of this, Loki wouldn't be home for a week--much to your annoyance and desire to have Thor give you a visit to make true to your earlier words to him.

"He's banned from the café until further notice." You muttered hearing the chuckle that escaped your husband's lips at the comment.

You could only sigh, as your husband continued to tell you about what was going to happen for the next few days. Meetings with Fury and the rest of his gang. You found your way back to your bedroom, frowning at how big it actually was now that he wasn't here. It brought you back to the time when Loki was far too consume with the company that neither of you had time for each other anymore.

The baby had changed that concept completely, both of you changing your schedules to have more time together. It had also meant that Loki had become less involved with the other side of the business, letting Thor handle most of the physical parts of the business. Four months of what you had called utter bliss, ruined because of Thor.

'Have you eaten, My Love?' He inquires as you make your way to the bathroom to prepare for bed.

"My Uncle is making strew later on tonight." You respond, turning on the speaker of your phone.

Placing the device on top of the shelves, you began to wash your face while you ask Loki about his own dinner. You could only smile at the complaints he has about the room service even after he had made his instructions as specific as he could be when he called. A pompous ass if he wants to be.

"Please tell me you didn't hurt anyone." You teased.

You knew how Loki could be, irritated as he could, his fist would often be the last resort when his patience grows thin. You had saw it first hand in the past, it had scared you at first, but you got used to it as time goes by. As long as he doesn't hurt you or anyone you had cared for, if this was what earn him the fear and respect of his people, then so be it. It was sort of hot too if you could be frank about the situation.

'I didn't hurt anyone.' He assured, but you knew perfectly well someone from his entourage did it for him.

You rolled your eyes at Loki and his affiliation with lying by omission. It almost screwed up your relationship in the past, you just hoped he wouldn't hide something important from you if he didn't need to.

"And I'm not four months pregnant with your baby." You snort as you wiped your face with the towel and made your way back to the bedroom with the phone at hand.

Sliding off your clothes, you had pulled out one of Loki's many array of shirts in his closet. The familiar green shirt no longer reached your knees because of your evident bump, but just a shy away from where your stomach met with your groin. You contemplated wearing some underwear, but thought otherwise as you finally slipped into the bed, with the duvet covering you to the neck.

You had noticed Loki was silent through the phone, for a moment thinking you had accidentally dropped the call. But seeing him still on the other line, it made you wonder why he had fell silent all of a sudden.

'I promise to come home to you as soon as possible and in one piece.'

You sighed, realizing now what was going on.

"It's okay." You assured your husband, even without knowing what the reason behind the sudden guilt in his tone. You didn't need to see him to know the guilt he was placing on himself. "You do what you need to do and I'll handle the fort while you're not here. The little apricot is doing fine."

When Loki is in such a state of mind, it was your reassurance, as meaningful as you could possibly make it. To assure him you were fine, and aside from the fucking hormones making you horny, you were fine. Your Uncle and his husband were settled in the guest room staying until Loki gets back.

'I should be there for you and the baby.' His words pained from the other line and you ached to be there and pull him into your arms. Whisper that he did nothing wrong and none of this was his fault.

But you thought otherwise, knowing that if he would remain in this mindset, god knows what would happen when he comes back. He will beat himself for it before distancing himself like he was so used to doing to himself. A punishment you knew he doesn't deserve to do to himself.

"When can do other things while you're gone?" You suggest. Knowing how horrible it was for you to use your horniness to change the subject. But it was better than having him like this.

'Don't do this to me, Y/N.' he warned but the evident jump in his words already assured you his darkening thoughts had momentarily subsided. Shifting into something else completely.

The familiar prickle had lingered on your skin. Loki's voice that does so much to you.

"Want to guess what I'm wearing?" You trailed off.

Instead of another line of threats you were so familiar with your husband handing you, a video call was being sent out and you were quick to answer. The scowl was present in Loki's face. You were threading on a thin line and somehow the distance between the two of you was such a good thing for what you had planned.

'I hope you're wearing something underneath my shirt.'

Slipping out of the array of duvet and blanket covering you, the front camera of your phone capturing how much you were struggling to have them removed and to have Loki glimpse at the only article of clothing you had on. Switching to the back camera of your phone, you had showed your husband the span of your legs, naked and crossed in the ankles. A breathy curse had escaped his lips as he leaned on the headboard of what you had assumed was his bed for the entirety of a week.

"Want to guess?" You asked once again. Lightly lifting the end of the shirt to showcase your exposed mound. A shiver had run through your back at the coldness that hit your wetness.

'God damn it, you're gonna get it, when I come home, My Love.'

Switching back the camera to your face, you intentional bit you lips hoping to get a reaction out of him and you succeeded. Narrowed eyes lingered. Lips thinned as his eyes darkened as the call continued on.

'Okay, I'll play.' He finally relents. Blue eyes stared right through you and you held the confidence of whatever you have plan for as long as you need to. 'Take off your shirt.' He orders and without hesitation, you placed your phone down for a moment, slipping out of the shirt you wore.

'Touch yourself.' He ordered as your shaking fingers found their way around your neck.

You missed his touch, even if it hasn't been twenty fours since you've last seen him. Haven't been twelve since the two of you fucked, but you needed more. Needed him more. Anything you could ever have when it comes to him, anything he could give you in the moment.

'You love this? Don't you?' His voice taunted. 'To mock me when I couldn't have you in this very moment.'

Gently you shook your head. His eyes now looking at you, scrutinizing you as you shuddered in his gaze.

'Place your phone on the chair so I can see you on the bed.'

"What?" You questioned confused with the sudden shift in his tone. The order and the desperation that had come with his words now.

'Do not make me tell you twice.'

At the rise in his voice, you had stood in all your naked glory. You brought the small chair for your vanity table in front of the bed. With random stack of book on top of the chair, you had placed your phone behind those books. Adjusting it slightly until the angle to the bed was perfect for Loki's view.

Slowly making your way back to the bed, you question whether you bit off more than you could chew. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you waited for Loki's next instruction.

But the next instruction didn't come through as the knock on the door was heard both from the door to your shared bedroom as well as the door in Loki's own.

"Pumpkin Pie." You tensed quickly making your way to the bathroom to slip on a silk robe to hide your nakedness. You looked apologetically at Loki that could only face palm himself as being cockblocked for the second time in one day.

Ending the call, you made your way to the door, to where you Uncle was standing, waiting with a beaming grin on his face. Thankfully unaware of you almost having phone sex with your husband who was two hundred miles away from where you were.

"I made dinner." He announced. "You need to get something to eat before you head to bed. Tonight's been stressful for all of us."

Aside from being interrupted in your husband's office, the Health Inspector had been a complete asshole for what felt like hours when he visited your café. Had it not been for the security you had with you, who informed the man who you were in this city, he would have done worse than give the place a failed grade for no reason at all.

You really thought you could unwind with your husband, but it was always one thing or another somehow. As your phone dinged, the message of Loki needed to attend a dinner meeting with some clients had you realize that there wasn't anything either of you could do for tonight.

"I'd love that." You smiled texting Loki a raincheck and a promise to have him to whatever he pleases as soon as he gets back home.

'I expect nothing more.' Had been his only reply and you just counted the days instead of attempting phone sex with you husband for a while.

The familiar clench on your thighs at the possibility Loki could do to make up for lost time.

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