#all thrown out the fucking window

[cannibalovers]

jack coming back, showing pics of the crime scene to will AND molly, pressuring him to come back and molly telling him that she would be satisfied knowing he did the right thing and that he should go and Will actually going made me actually shed a tear.

#at the scene where he started to act as dolarhyde and kill the family #specifically during shooting the kids #THAT made me lose it #i get justice #everybody wants justice #especially if it means saving families #but jack tell me why are u coming back to an agent that u wouldn't even give the title of an agent to cuz he was too unstable for the field #and got mentally destroyed by this job and so he quit and doesn't wanna come fucking back #after 3 years of trying to rebuild his life and regain normality and happiness (at least what he thought would give him happiness). #all thrown out the fucking window #GO HIRE MORE PEOPLE THAT U WILL GIVE MORE RESPECT TO INSTEAD FFS #THERES A LOT OF PASSIONATE PPL THAT WILL HELP SOLVE THE CRIMES #WILL ISNT THE ONLY PERSON IN THE WORLD #MARIAM FOR EXAMPLE EXISTS HOW COME HE LEFT HER ALONE or at least thats what was implied #anyway<3 #as much as will wasn't truly happy so technically it was for the good to yk return to hannibal someone he felt truly understood by #and complete with #still. seeing him give up that carefully crafted (although full of lies) life that he thought would make him happy was SO heartbreaking #but perhaps he wanted to do it and needed the push? #ok rant over #nbc hannibal #will graham #text post #my post

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

sometimes i think about what would have happened if richard had died instead of henry and the rest of the book had been narrated the song of achilles style and it hurts

#raj shitposting #imagine had the fight led to the gun being thrown out the window. had henry seen that richard was shot. had the ambulance been too late.. #that is the saddest thought i've ever had #henry would quit college. buy the estate he had seen with richard. live there with all his stuff and sob into his clothes like a baby... #he'd go to california every christmas and spend the time alone in some stupid hotel and become absolutely fucking unhinged. #he'd tend to richard's mother because ofc his father would run away from home that was the kind of man he was. #and he'd call no one but his own mother for her funeral because no one else would be bothered. #he'd send some money to richard's father along with the news and go about living his life like a goddamn widow. #that's the perfect word. widow. henry would be nothing but a widow. #the bmw would be the worst thing in his possession. he'd think about selling it but he wouldn't. #he'd think that anytime he had a semblance of thought that maybe richard was with him.. it would be in that fucking car. #he wouldn't sell it out of superstition that the car was the only place where he could safely feel richard and fall apart in his memory. #he'd cry like a madman every damn day in that car.while getting groceries.visiting francis at the country house.going for dinner with them. #he'd probably get a portrait done of richard. maybe of a photo of richard in some fancy clothes francis took at the country house. #yk those times rich people ugly cry by a full size painting in a burgundy robe with wine spilled on the floor by them clutching their chest #as if in physical pain and agony? that would be my man henry. #he'd be too out of his mind to even remember that maybe that day he killed charles too because nothing seems to matter anymore. #henry winter #richard papen #winterpapen #tsh #donna tartt #the secret history #literati

[keingleichgewicht]

I'M WALKING OUT OF HERE IN ONE PIECE DON'T CARE WHAT COMES AFTER DRIVE THE WEDGE. TORCH THE BRIDGE I'M NOT GONNA DIE IN HERE

yura, parties is for losers // heel turns 1 and 2, the mountain goats

#pafl #parties are for losers #OUWURHGH. #edit tag #victor this is your fault in particular for giving me Disease: Think About Jenny Holzer Plaques A Little Too Much For Too Long #he came all this way for hunger he's gonna be worthy of his reward! and all he ever fucking wanted was a chance to get out of here! #THAT'S THE THING RIGHT that's the thing about 'I DON'T WANT TO DIE IN HERE' is you dont know where the emphasis is #that's the thing is that maybe the threat is that if you can't get out of this cage alive then you will do it the other way #'and when my body's thrown with great force from a window / the dogs will fight for whatever's left of me' #he's gonna kill the agent of desire if it kills him first

[4lph4kidz]

my friend got me a komaeda plushie for xmas & i came home from a work trip only to discover my father has decided to hang him from the ceiling in my room. i am so sleep deprived and dehydrated i almost threw up

#no this is not homestuck but it might as well be #consuming danganronpa was a homestuck side project for me #anyway. the komaeda plushie was a 'gift' from a friend but it was more like a curse. or a brick thrown through my window #a brick joke maybe #last summer i went into some sort of fugue state and took a break from homestuck to check out danganronpa #basically figuring Whatever the Fuck was going on with komaeda became a running joke with this friend that i almost immediately forgot abou #once i was done with DR2 #so they got me the plushie and gave it to me at the start of the new year. just as i was beginning to forget i ever touched the game at all #he haunts me. for my sins

[softavasilva]

need to go back to my roots on drawing on paper 🥴 welp

#txt* #all artistic skills thrown out the window im sad #ive been so fucking uselessss this year. like what the actual fuck #whats the opposite of improvement? that would be me in nutshell in the year of 2023

[reblog-house]

Sketch is a wonder. Lineart is evil. Colors are god.

#lineart kicking my ass. this is why i never draw 'clean' lineart #i always either just refine my sketch or make a purposefully sketchy-looking lineart #you tell me to make it clean and suddenly all my art ability gets thrown out the window. what the fuck is this #particularly when drawing in a style that's not my own #grrrrrrrrrrr #carime rambles

[zarnzarn]

Fuck yaar it's one of those days where u are either dissociating or depressed all day it sucks ass

#girl i came to ten minutes ago with and realised i was testing the sharpness of a knife against my thigh #not like in a self harm way just like it wasnt cutting the fabric well and i was so zoned out the next move was to test it against skin #AND today was so SHIT cause like half the day was pure dissociation. i mean it. zoned the fuck out. #i told one friend that i had a bunch of messy scribbles for a brain atm and i was speaking to her through the static #she is an absolute trooper but NOT doing that again lmao the self consciousness afterwards was too much #and it sucks too cause i wanted to greet someone today but i just. brain switched off. #honestly im gonna admit this once in th tags once but i was kinda scared cause i was actively railing against my brain to wake up #and couldnt #and then came home and mom had thrown away these old boxes I really loved and we fought then #and yeah actively holding back the urge to kill myself while trying to get her to stop screaming is Not Fun #i wont actually ever do it cause pride and knowing theres more out there than this #but like. windows right there yknow. knifes right there. #probably shouldnt traumadump on my girl again tho. she deserves better. #does not eating when hungry count as self harm lol. probably. #lmao these tags are a cry for HELP girl let's tag all the warnings #vent post #suicide mention #suicide tw #self harm mention #delete later #also please do not worry abt me. i am not going anywhere i am just in mental shambles

[arataka-reigen]

The Umbrella Academy said 'fuck character consistency' for the third season huh...

#wow this season is kinda boring tbh #im really not invested in any plot line and it is the 7th episode already. i kinda care abt what is happening with klaus? but that's it. #i did cry a lot at allisson talking to ray right before she killed harlan but that went south really fast #it's just... it felt like we had made progress with the relationships within the siblings. but no. all thrown out the window. #and tbh i just can't enjoy this #it's the third season already and none of these people remotely like each other #i feel like they cared more for one another during the 1st season and that was the season where they locked viktor up and ended the world #ffs #tua #gi talks #also. i fucking hate lila.

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

im gonna do it

im gonna draw on impulse and for fun and no reason in particular and no one can stop me-

#i have been suffering so much with 'i am making art out of obligation because i feel like i must do this thing/make content' syndrome #and i am frankly sick of it #miss the days when i just doodled whatever the fuck foir whyever the fuck and could give less of a fuck about others enjoying it #because i thought everyone would hate it anyways so it didnt matter to me in the first place #anyways yeah its safe to say any pats 'send x and i'll do y' things have just been kinda thrown out the window bc *lack of motivation* #but man i just. i wanna draw fe stuff again. i wanna draw touhou. i wanna be CRINGE WITH IT #I WANNA SHOVE ALL MY DUMB OCS IN PEOPLES FACES BUT MAINLY THE FEW I HAVE BRAINROT FOR IN THE MOMENT #yes. yes i have POWER here #THE POWER OF NO EXPECTATIONS OR OBLIGATIONS #ok i am screaming into the void cjbvcjhv i will just. go do that now :] #shook rambles

[oflgtfol]

i know im like constantly complaining lately but it does make me so sad that venom had such a great character arc from starting off as an iconic spiderman villain and then becoming a weird anti-hero. and then they just... devolve back into a villain for some fucking reason

#brot reads marvel comics #im sitting here like. can i truly call this all ooc if the total amount of content over the decades falls more in line #with this new characterization than the original #but also like. it was the fucking original . i think i can reserve the right to be mad that the original characterizations #were just thrown out the window #like this is an entirely different series at this point #sorry wheneveri look ahead at comic synopses for future comics i have to read i just go thru all 5 stages of grief #not looking forward to flash as venom. not going to lie. #not even inherently bc of flash but reading the synposis and how eddie acts during that . its just like #literally what in the god damn!!! #i just. sigh. everything that i loved about venom at the beginning is just gone now #i loved them being a small time anti-hero and trying to carve out their own life together after spending so long just hell-bent on revenge #i loved their growth and how it only ever really manifested in Not Being The Worst Guy In The Room #bc they'll save kids and old people but still like. murder others with glee #and the whole world is against them but they have each other #like idk! i just love that dynamic. #seeing the stakes continuously climb higher for no fucking reason #and have their camaraderie smashed to smithereens #and their character growth backtrack and they turn back into a villain for like. idfk. the edge? like #its just. why. what was the point then

[velvetydream]

꒰ :🥀 [ Till death do us part ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : What if Alastors dear little darling wife, his partner in crime, the person he thought he'd never see again, turns up with Mimzy on the day of the visit of the big boss of hell.

Pairing : Alastor x fem! Reader

Word count : 1899 Words

Genre : Fluff , Drama , Angst

Warnings ➵ Mentions of death, you're shorter than

Vaggie, possessive Alastor, swearing

Prequel -> > The radio star lost <

a/n : I love this trope ngl, tried to not make him to much out of character, hope it worked.. T T

Also I'm rather new to Hazbin Hotel, so I say sorry if anythings seems wrong or out of character! ><

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The whole hotel was a bit chaotic right now, Lucifer himself would be visiting in just a bit and Charlie wanted everything to be perfect. Colorful decorations were hanging everywhere, a banner was hung up for welcoming the king of hell, how does one even welcome the king of hell into their hotel? Charlie was probably the most stressed of all, but Vaggie did her best to calm her nervous wreck of a girlfriend down.

The moment Lucifer stepped into the hotel was meant to make everything go down, Alastor and his Ego had somehow always a snarky remark against Lucifer. Charlie tried her best to keep them apart, introducing her other friends, before she announced how she would be needing his help. And again the banter between the king of hell and the radio demon started all over again. As if throwing insults at each other before wasn't enough already, now they were pulling at Charlie left and right, like two babies fighting over a toy.

But all things come to an end, which Charlie was thankful for right now, as Mimzy, apparently a friend of Alastor, which was interesting to know he even had any, came barging in with a grand entrance. As the woman now settles down at the bar, talking with the others, Alastor and Charlie took Lucifer on a walk around, Husker disappearing for a second too, but soon joining them at the bar again, a scowl on his face, but something else, undescribable behind his eyes.

A bang was heard through the whole hotel as the entrance door was slammed open and heard could be an angry voice. "MIMZY! You little bitch!" A demon, a slight bit shorter than Vaggie probably, walked in. A scowl evident on the face, as her eyes scan over the place, before falling on the woman she was looking for. "How dare you leave me in the shit like that?! You've got it coming if those sharks don't kill you, I certainly will!" Ignoring the questioning looks of Angel and Husker, you stomp over to the blonde, ready to yank at her hair, when suddenly a bit of debris was thrown through the window and landed beside you, barely missing you by a hair. "The fuck?" The demon's head craned around, looking out the window and there they were, those fuckers Mimzy was in debt to.

You didn't really have time to react much, as three people stormed into the entrance hall, all you could catch was a glimpse of red before the person ran outside, screams of the sharks could be heard, at least those were finally taken care of.

The loan sharks were gone and fought off quickly by that person, his voice now directed to Mimzy, your own eyes on her yourself with a scowl. She and that red demon apparently knew each other quite well, as Mimzy was walking to the door, you finally really looked at the demon. He had short red and black hair, ears sat atop his head, despite scowling Mimzy he was smiling, though a sinister smile it seems. His attire was almost completely red too, a cane was clutched in his hands, as he watched Mimzy walk off, you could only make out a small part of his face. The man seemed so familiar as if you had known him for a long time.. Your heart was running a mile right now, it was getting hard to breathe, and then...

"Thank you Alastor, really.." The long-haired blonde spoke up.. That name, it couldn't be right? Mimzy would've told you, she knew him, she would've definitely told you.. right? You must be mistaken right now.. Your eyes were fixated on the man called Alastor, the voices and sounds around you were all a mush, drowned out as your brain was going all around. Now that you could see his face, he definitely had some resemblance to him.. to your late husband, who had died before you. You were his assistant, his partner in crime, when the news hit you that he was shot, it broke your heart, but still, you continued on alone, killing. That's probably what also got you to hell, well sooner than later you were figured out and soon arrived here in hell.

"Yo smiles, this girly is gawking at you for minutes now." Slowly voices were coming back to you, the white spider beside you talked, pointing his thumb at you, the red-haired now meeting your eyes, his ears straightening and standing alert like the ones of a deer caught in headlight. What irony if he was your Alastor, the irony of dooming him with deer-like features, after getting shot assumed for a deer while hiding one of the many bodies. That day you decided to let him go alone, oh if you just hadn't done that, maybe you both would be alive or you would've at least arrived together in hell.

Alastor was taking slow steps to you, the smile on his face looking strained, yet it never disappeared, his hand was reaching out for you but stopped. Eyes moving over your form, taking in everything. Resemblance to his wife evident, but.. how did he never notice you before? Had he ever met you, walked past, maybe even taken a second glance but dismissed this feeling he has right now.

Swiftly he grabs your wrist, dragging you behind him, ignoring the calls of his name of the other residents, his mind plagued by one only thought, more like one only person.. you.

Stumbling behind him, his grip rather firm on your wrist, yet it felt comforting as if you knew he would never hurt you. Not in your lifetime and also not now in your afterlife. Eyes watching the back of his head, you were wondering what expression his face harbors right now. Was he happy? Was he confused? Disappointed? Maybe he knew where you were all this time but didn't want to meet you. No, he wasn't like this. He may have been distant sometimes while alive, but in the end, he was always a darling to you. Taking care of you, just as he vowed on your wedding day. A distant memory, yet one of the most beautiful ones you have.

A door was opened and as you were pulled inside, the door closed. Steps echoed through the room, you noticed a forest on the other side of the room, but that didn't rather faze you, eyes on him again.. and him only. "Al-" You were interrupted by laughter, the man before you was hugging himself, his arms around him, yet you still weren't able to see his face. "D-Do you know.. How often have I thought about you?!" His voice was loud, a static sound like from a radio accompanied it. One of his hands was tearing at his hair now. "That bitch never told me... I'll make sure to kill her for that.. She kept you from me.." The laughter got even louder, as if the man before you was going insane.

This behavior was nothing new to you, he used to be like this, high on adrenalin when another murder was successful.. Or when he was close to being figured out by the police and detectives, yet he always slipped away right through their incapable fingers.

"I always wondered what happened to you, if you grew old with someone new.." If you were able to see his face right now, you would be able to see the sinister yet possessive smile on his face, his eyes darting around the room.

This all ended in a second when he felt a soft hand on his. He knew this hand, he also knew the person it belonged to like the front of his pocket. "I would never, I carried on alone in your memories, yet I was never as skilled as you darling, so sooner than later they connected all the dots to me." A low chuckle could be heard again, the static radio sound calmed down again too. The tall man slowly turned around now, his hand engulfing your own, his fingers softly running over your own, before he linked them together. How he had missed this feeling, despite having a distaste for people touching him, you were different. Your touch felt warm, like the summer sun kissing his skin, it felt comforting.

"I've missed you mon amour.." His voice was soft, probably the softest it had ever been since he had arrived in hell. His hand guides yours up to his lips, as he closes his eyes and presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand, a smile, now softer, on his lips. He was never one for kissing you on the lips, he definitely favored kissing your hand, like the gentleman he has always been. "I figured with how you were talking seconds ago my dear.." A soft smile was creeping up onto your lips too, mirroring his own one. Red eyes open again, your hand still pressed to his face, but now he was rather holding your hand to his cheek. "Oh how I wished I could've stayed with you my darling, we would've been so successful.." Giggling at his words, with him at your side, you probably would have been going for a long time. "But who says we can't be successful now?" A smirk etched its way onto your husband's face, oh how he loved your daring little mind, always thirsting for blood. With you by his side again now, he would definitely be able to get everything done that he wanted.

"Shall we go back? I want to meet your friends properly." Wanting to pull away your hand, he softly gives you a tug, your head landing on his chest now. Wide eyes look the the side now, as you weren't really able to move, his arms having snaked around you and his chin resting on your head. This was unusual much physical contact, but figured that you hadn't seen each other for multiple decades he yearned for your touch just a slight bit. Your arms lying around him, embracing the hug. "Let's just stay here a few minutes more, we got enough time to introduce you to everyone down there but for now.. let me have you for myself." Nodding softly, your head rests on his chest, as your eyes close and you simply enjoy the presence of your dearly beloved husband.

"What do you mean 'married to smiles'?!" Angel, as he was introduced to you, shouted from his place on the couch now, staring at you flabbergasted. "We've been married for quite a few years before his death." Smiling you answered his question. Alastor didn't like all the attention you were getting, but sooner than later he would have you all to himself again when you two go back to his cozy hotel room or the radio tower. "So you two fu-" Angel wasn't even able to finish his question before he shut himself up as he noticed the look on Alastors face. This time he would've been dead for sure if he finished that question.

Overall everyone invited you happily into their little hotel family, it was amazing. Charlie immediately took a liking to you and if you're being honest she quickly was viewed by you like a daughter.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x you #alastor imagine #alastor #alastor x reader #x you #x reader #imagine #imagines #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin imagine

[angelltheninth]

Vox Comes so Hard He Causes a Blackout

Pairing: Vox x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, creampie, blackout, kissing, rough sex, scratching, embarrassment

A/N: This was an ask but I think I accidentally deleted it? No matter, I'm writing it now.

Oh Vox loves making you go limp on his cock

After a long day of broadcasts, dealing with various news reporters, Velvette and Valentino getting on his nerves sometimes, all he wants to do is get that stress out

He doesn't need to tell you twice that the best way to do this is to fuck hard

You pull him into a deep kiss as his sharp hands dig into your ass and he throws you onto the bed

His suit is thrown aside in reckless, horny abandon, his cock dripping with light blue cum

Easy for him to move you into any position he wants you to be in

But when he's a bit tired he doesn't want to tease you or drag things out, he needs a quick and hard release, as soon as possible

Jokes about being as pent up as Valentino but he's probably more pent up, spending most of his day in his broadcasting studio and not very keen on giving everyone a free show

Skips a lot of foreplay and goes straight to fucking his cock into your pretty pussy

He saw you, you know, fucking yourself on your fingers

Almost like you wanted him to finish his work faster but he's not gonna fall for that

Loves to feel your warm body against his, he runs a bit cold because of all his tech implants

His whole body vibrates when he's close to coming

Your body feels perfect bouncing on top of him

All these sensations overwhelm him after his long day, he can't hold back when he finishes, his screen flashing, displaying your name

Sparks only last a moment before the whole room is engulfed in darkness, the only light coming from him

A quick glance out the window reveals that the whole city is like that, a complete black out, because he came so hard inside of you

You can't control your laughter

Vox's screen goes from blue to pink to red

If you tell anyone about this he will make you say the most embarrassing shit he swears to god

You would never do anything to embarrass your boyfriend

#hazbin hotel x reader #vox x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #vox imagine #hazbin hotel headcanons #vox headcanons #hazbin hotel smut #vox smut #x female reader #hazbin hotel

[vroomvroomwee]

Can we talk about this?

Because we seriously need to talk about it. This single scene is so so so so important. Both of them are doing something typically associated with romantic couples. He grabs her hand, kisses it, holds it close to his chest and looks directly into her eyes.

In any other piece of media that would have undoubtedly been a romantic gesture. But not these two. And that is just so fucking incredible. Personally, I didn't think I would ever see this type of platonic closeness in my lifetime. One where romantic or sexual attraction between both parties is completely thrown out the window.

That's just so goddamn important to have. And you know what makes this scene even more mind-blowing. It's that their relationship is a male-female one (I know the Doctor is non-binary, but rn he's presenting as male). AND where the woman is attracted to men and the man is attracted to women (be it allo or ace).

And there is ZERO possibility of a romantic relationship between them. How amazing is that? It's so important to have that. To show that men and women can be friends. That women are not objects or something to achieve. That men can have closeness with women without being attracted to them. That there can be love, pure deep love, between men and women, and it's no less than that between a romantic couple's one.

And it's not like that trope in movies that we so often see where the "ugly" "undesirable" "quirky" ones are single and have formed a relationship with other individuals because no one wants them. No no. Both of these people are absolutely stunning and still, there's no attraction.

Also, this will go a very very long way for the ace and aro communities. To know that the love you can give is no less powerful and not inferior to that of people who do experience romantic and sexual attraction.

These two are a fan favourite, if not THE fan favourite, duo of all Doctor Who and I just wish people will realise how wonderful and special platonic relationships can be.

#i love them #doctor who #doctorwho #dw #doctor who 60th #doctor who 60th anniversary #dw 60th #60th anniversary #60th anniversary specials #donna noble #the doctor

[gutsby]

Trigger Tease(r)

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Before his morning briefing, your mob boss husband decides to take a pit stop in the sauna with you.

Warnings: 18+. Oral (f!receiving). Gentle fingerfucking. Praise and degradation. Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Bucky talking you through it. Bimbofication if you squint.

Notes: @sluttylittlewaistenthusiast - you inspired me 🪽 I just had to crank out a little teaser for the third installment of Wedded Bliss. I hope y’all like it 💓

Full version here

In between breakfast and the start of your husband’s early briefing, you found yourself situated in much the same way you’d been spending a lot of time these days: pinned up against the wall of a wood-paneled sauna, Bucky’s broad shoulders supporting both of your legs as he buried his face deep between your thighs. You sighed.

“Hold still,” Bucky grunted, voice muffled as he tried to keep your slick, squirming body in place above him.

You yelped and seized a fistful of his hair when he wedged his tongue even further inside you, nudging your clit with his nose almost too teasingly and deliberate.

“I can’t…help it,” you bit back, ignoring the brief glare you earned from your husband as soon as you said it, “Your tongue’s just so— s— James!”

This time, Bucky let out a full-throated groan when you yanked on those poor wet locks of his—‘Gonna make me bald by next Christmas if you keep doin’ that, honey’—and he pried his head from your legs just long enough to knock you flat on the sauna bench close by.

The western red cedar seared hot on your skin, already flushed from the exhaustion wrought by Bucky’s tongue; you hardly had the strength to hold yourself up when he pushed you onto your back and crawled over your body.

“How ‘bout my fingers, doll? Can you take a couple’a those for me?” Bucky crooned above you as he stroked your hair, bathed in pure sunlight pouring in from the windows. His voice was a touch more sympathetic now.

After all, this was your third orgasm of the morning. It really wasn’t fair for him to use that biological weapon of mass destruction he liked to call his tongue when he knew how sensitive your clit would get from just one ‘O’. Even his hands might be too much in your current state.

Bucky was busy peppering your skin with kisses, working his way from the base of your neck to the crown of your head, when you whimpered and tried to fight a smile.

“Finger,” you corrected him, “Just one finger, Barnes.”

You would’ve thought you’d just thrown your wedding ring in his face and told him to eat shit. Just one?

“How’s one finger s’posed to stretch you out for my cock, huh? Practically had you screamin’ when I stuck it in last night,” Bucky wasn’t one to hide his amusement, grinning even bigger when you swatted him on the arm.

“Who said anything about your cock?” You tried to keep cool as Bucky’s fingers trailed right back down to the place you felt yourself throbbing, aching for his touch, “You have a meeting in ten minutes.”

“Meeting doesn’t start until I say so, my love,” Bucky reminded you just as his index ghosted over your folds.

In truth, he was willing to play this game any way, and for however long, you wanted it done, so long as he was the one bringing you pleasure. Be that his cock, his finger, or all fucking five on one hand, Bucky just wanted to get you off. It was better sustenance to him than the whole damn meal the two of you had eaten that morning.

Bucky kept it down to one digit and lightly circled your bundle of nerves when he sensed you were ready.

You gripped his forearm and shot a quick look between your legs, still in disbelief as to how he could make you feel this good so soon after you’d cum twice before. You felt his lips drift over to yours and steal a few kisses.

“Always doin’ so good for me,” Bucky praised, moving his finger in circles. When you whined against his mouth, he pressed it even harder, “Such a good girl for daddy.”

“James,” you breathed, clenching your legs together.

“Everything OK?”

“Uh-huh.”

More than OK, in fact. That delectable coil of sweet, euphoric release was already swelling gently in your tummy. Bucky moved his finger even faster.

“Tell me how it feels,” he murmured low in your ear.

Bucky loved seeing you try to articulate your feelings—relatively fresh and new to your world, still—while he was giving you pleasure. Adored the way you winced and whined and arched your back into his touch as a whole blustering hailstorm of sensations crashed over you.

He sank his tongue in your mouth as he kissed you, as if trying to extract the words from between your lips. Your response, in consequence, came somewhat stifled.

“Mm— feels so, oh—” Your voice broke off in a moan when Bucky tightened his circles, “—so good, daddy.”

“Wanna show daddy how good and cum for me?”

Bucky knew by the way you were whimpering under his hand that the tendril in your stomach had almost tripled in size. It wouldn’t take much to tip you over the edge.

“My sweet girl,” he said, rubbing your cunt at the same time he was stroking the back of your head, gently, “Feels so nice down there, doesn’t it?”

You rolled your hips against the bench and nodded. Your breaths were short and ragged, panting helplessly into Bucky’s mouth when he adjusted his hand just a little: pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit, with his index moving down to your entrance. Pushing inside you.

“Another,” you choked, not thinking.

Bucky met your desperate gaze and nodded, knowing this was exactly what you needed to make it over the precipice.

Still, he wouldn’t be Bucky if he didn’t tease just a bit.

“I thought my wife wanted one finger,” he hummed, brow pinching inward.

“No, no.” You could’ve shrieked when he curled the digit, “Want more— Bucky, please, please, I need more.”

Again, your husband appeared to nod in understanding, but his fingers didn’t budge. He worked his thumb a little faster and watched you writhe on the seat beneath him.

“How many, honey? Don’t wanna hurt my baby.” His words were all kindness, it seemed, but his tone laced with shameless condescension—the kind that said, yes, I know you need this, and no, I won’t indulge you just yet. Bucky was the worst when he wanted to prove a point. You could’ve ripped at his clothes and torn them in two if you weren’t both stark naked and shrouded in steam.

You opted to pull at his hair instead.

Bucky winced, but the smirk never left.

“I said how many?” he pressed again.

“Three. Four.” Fuck if you knew.

Your husband raised both eyebrows and hummed, a single finger still plunging in and out of your cunt in quick succession. He teased the tip of another at your entrance and smiled even more when you whined.

“Needy little thing, isn’t she?”

“Bucky—”

“Just wants to fuck daddy’s hand to get herself off, hm?”

Bucky didn’t bother to mask his sweet, degrading tone any longer as he talked down and teased you to no end. It drove him half-insane to see you squirm around, rut your hips, let him say the filthiest fucking words he could conjure up, and just bob your head to whatever he said. His impeccant wife and her insatiable needs—Bucky couldn’t even begin to express how turned on the sheer dichotomy got him. He stared in your eyes, all glossy and soft, and felt his cock stand even more rigid on his belly.

He didn’t give a shit if he’d taunted you enough or not; he just shoved his middle and ring fingers alongside the first and clenched his jaw to start fucking you hard with all three.

Your whole face contorted with pleasure, tinged with the faintest shade of discomfort at the tail end of it. You’d forgotten how big his fingers felt all together.

“Bucky,” you whined, mindlessly clawing at the wrist that was moving back and forth, fast, between your legs, “B-Baby, slow— slow down a little.”

But Bucky was deep in the zone. He knew you wanted it too—sensed that you liked to play it safe when it came to your pleasure and grew a little timid at times it got to feel too much—and he needed to talk you through it.

Rather than turn his head and keep to himself as he got you up to your peak, Bucky pressed his face down to yours and nodded again—this time with a tender sincerity.

“Feel a little stretch down there, huh?”

You didn’t have to say anything, just whimpering in time. Bucky kissed your forehead and let you fold into him as his fingers wreaked havoc down below. He kissed you again, and again, and in between kisses, mumbled,

“That’s daddy’s sweet, needy little slut.”

“My perfect fucking wife, so good at taking my fingers.”

“Gonna be nice and stretched out for my cock, hm?”

Every syllable spoken aloud was like a brand new catalyst for your impending release. You barely nodded your head, opened your mouth and whined pathetically, but that’s exactly how Bucky wanted you. Exactly how you needed to be, bucking your hips in time with the cadence of his fingers fucking inside you, and soon, those whimpers were turning to moans as that soft little helix inside you reached its breaking point.

Bucky brushed once or twice more against your sensitive spot, and suddenly you were coming undone all over him—crying his name, clawing his skin, squeezing your legs so tight around his wrist you feared you might snap it in two, and then getting kissed again, over and over while Bucky drank in your every sound, and the few tears that sprung to your eyes as they always did, like sweet nectar.

You were still moaning, curling your tongue feebly against his own and leaning into him as far as you could, when your husband slipped three fingers up between your mouths and pushed them past your parted lips.

“Suck,” Bucky said, gritting his teeth as he watched you, “C’mere, honey, taste your cunt on my fingers.”

You took him in and sucked your arousal off his fingers just like he asked. Took him by surprise and dragged a mindless, lazy, half-crazed and careless tongue all over his hand, where your juices had no doubt collected too.

That slutty, fucked-out look you gave him—like your brain had all but fallen out of your head with the orgasm he’d given you—was everything Bucky could’ve wanted.

He climbed on top of you and took the base of his cock, rock-hard and weeping tears of precum from the tip, almost drunk from the feeling himself. His mouth hung open as he dragged himself over the seam of your cunt.

“I need to fuck you.”

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#THE TITLE WILL MAKE SENSE LATER I PROMISE #it’s ‘tease’ not ‘teaser’ in the full fic that was just my attempt at humor #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #marvel #mcu #mob bucky barnes #marvel smut #marvel x reader #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #mob boss bucky #mob!bucky

[jamminvroomvroom]

watching me flatmate talk out his arse about football is just… violence inducing

#listen i know fuck all #but i know enough to know that he needs to be thrown out the window #he is talking utter bollocks

[i-am-the-rat-king]

You ever just write a short essay in a blind rage about the demonization of mental illness in an ethics book?

#personal #college #this book will not stop demonizing sociopathy and its really irritating me #there is absolutely zero nuance introduced into these situations #and is just equating sociopathy to murderers #and nothing else #and that no one else murders people #its been brought up in every chapter so far in the book #what the fuck kinda book is this? #it handels literally everything else very nuturally and with nuance and taking time to explain #but the moment they can demonize sociopathy? #OH HO HO!! #its fucking christmas i gurss #all the time taken to explain and use nuance is just thrown out the window #and this is the absolute best book my teacher could find???