#ain't runnin out

[thelensofyashunews]

Milwaukee's Rap Ambassador, Chicken P, Prepares For New Tape with "Ain't Runnin Out"

Over the past few years, the city of Milwaukee has developed one of the most diverse and exciting rap scenes in the country, and rising rapper Chicken P has been at the center of the action. While many rappers in the city have grabbed attention with danceable and memeable party anthems, Chicken P has built a large and devoted fanbase by staying true to himself and rapping his ass off. 

The Really Rich Empire CEO demonstrates the skills that has him on top of his city's rap game on "Ain't Runnin' Out," his new single and music video. Over a beat by ProdbyKaio and OnlyOneG, which mixes booming, distorted midwest drums with the chaotic handclaps that define the Milwaukee sound, the rapper works a flow that oscillates between soft-spoken melody and hard-charging bite. The unflappable rhymer stacks flex after flex, expressing gratitude that he'll never return to the trenches he emerged from: "I'm really havin', I don't keep track of where I'm spendin'/Tell the ref, throw the towel, these n****s finished/I done run this pape up, ain't runnin' out," he lilts. In the video, Chicken P luxuriates in his Rolls Royce convertible, as he flashes his ice and contemplates his next move.

"Ain't Runnin' Out" is the next step on the road to Chicken P's next mixtape, The Hardest N**** Living, arriving in the coming weeks via Really Rich Empire / 10K Projects. Home to the recent single "Shark," the upcoming mixtape is a well-structured argument that supports the tape's title, detailing the big and little things that make Chicken P one of the most respected rappers in the Midwest and beyond. The Hardest N**** Living is the proper follow-up to BussaBrick Vol. 3: ReallyRich4Eva and its accompanying deluxe, both of which placed in the Top 30 of Apple Music's Hip-Hop Albums Chart (and in the Top 100 All-Genres Album Chart). Released in January, the Deluxe edition is home to "Venting," which is gaining traction on short-form video platforms like TikTok and IG Reels (6.5k creations to date), and has racked up over 1.8 million views on its official music video.

First emerging in the late 2010s, the rapper then known as Lil Chicken made waves in Milwaukee with his raw, bass-boosted sound. Aided by video director TeeGlazedIt, one of the Milwaukee scene's most respected tastemakers, Chicken P helped solidify the city's reputation as a hip-hop hotbed, and established himself as its leading voice, with songs like 2021's "Money Counter" (3.7 million views). The rapper found his stride with his three-volume BussaBrick series of mixtapes, home to fan-favorite singles like "Dawg Ass Chicken" (2.3 million views), "Rollin" (2.5 million views), and "Peoples' Favorite" (1.8 million views on the visualizer). Six months after finishing a short stint in prison, Chicken P is drawing eyes from across the spectrum, racking up over 3 million streams on his catalog per week and earning co-signs from fellow rappers like Sexyy Red, Babyface Ray, Skilla Baby, Rylo Rodriguez, and Veeze, plus basketball players including  Jalen Green and Rob Dillingham.

 

Stay tuned for more information about The Hardest N**** Living in the near future.

[wranglens]

there’s  something  inherently  peaceful  about  driving  down  a  quiet  little  country  road  with  the  woman  he’s  come  to  grow  delightfully  fond  of  impossibly  quickly  right  beside  him  in  comfortable  silence  .      after  running  straight  through  the  airport  to  catch  her      (  and  possible  catching  some  legal  trouble  for  ruining  the  airport  cement  with  his  augers  ),      it’s  nice  to  have  the  fruits  of  his  labor  with  him  now  .

@tornadotame  .      “  you  know  ,      i  almost  thought  you  were  gonna  kiss  me  ,      back  in  the  airport  .  ”    her  eyes  are  very  dark  and  very  large  in  her  face  ,      perhaps  a  touch  of  skittish  uncertainty  in  the  furrow  between  her  brow  .      kate  shifts  in  the  seat  of  tyler’s  truck  ,      worrying  the  frayed  edge  of  her  shorts    -    resisting  the  urge  to  tug  it  lower  over  the  knotted  skin  of  her  thigh  .      the  storm  that  had  delayed  her  flight  had  proven  to  be  a  whole  lot  of  thunder  and  rain  and  not  much  else  ,      and  she  had  called  her  mother  to  tell  her  she’d  be  spending  one  more  night  until  she  caught  her  rescheduled  trip  tomorrow  .      she  feels  silly  and  needy  almost  the  moment  she  says  it  ,      and  lets  out  a  huff  ,      dragging  a  hand  through  her  hair  .        “  i’m  sorry  ,      i  don’t  know  why  i  just  said  that  .  ”

his  grip  tightens  on  the  wheel  .      leave  it  to  kate  carter  to  take  him  completely  off  guard  out  of  the  blue  .      it’s  not  exactly  the  first  time  she’s  ever  said  something  that’s  taken  his  breath  away      (  the  woman  is  too  smart  and  too  quick  for  her  own  good  sometimes  )      but  it  is  the  first  time  she’s  said  anything  that’s  made  his  heart  race  this  fast  .

❝        you  wanna  know  something  funny  ?        ❞        he  asks  ,      at  about  the  precise  moment  he  wakes  again  on  his  desire  to  actually  tell  her  the  truth  about  it  .     too late  now  ,      owens  .      nothing  else  will  make  sense  for  him  to  say  .        ❝        i  thought  i  was  gonna  kiss  you  back  there  in  the  airport  too  .        ❞        and  there  it  is  :  the  truth  ,      our  in  the  air  for  the  both  of  them  to  chew  over  and  swallow  and  replay  in  their  heads  ,      from  now  until  the  end  of  time  .      it  occurs  to  tyler  a  moment  later  that  there’s  a  chance  kate  might  have  mentioned  that  as  some  sort  of  joke  ,      and  maybe  she  wasn’t  at  all  serious  or  hopeful  about  kissing  him  .      he  could’ve  just  messed  this  all  up  ,      because  he  definitely  said  that  in  the  most  serious  tone  he  thinks  he’s  ever  used  in  his  entire  life  .      somehow  ,      he  has  a  hard  time  believing  kate  is  really  that  coldhearted  .

so  he  sits  there  staring  at  the  road  ,      feeling  a  little  bit  optimistic  and  hugely  vulnerable  ,      and  lets  the  silence  reign  for  a  while  .      the  engine  still  rumbles  .      they’re  miles  away  from  the  airport  now  and  he’s  still  got  the  feeling  there’s  people  watching  them  ,      even  on  these  country  roads  .        ❝        and  i  ,      uh    …    i  meant  to  say  that  .      i  just  didn’t  because  i  thought    …    well  ,      it’s  not  like  we  knew        all  right  .      i  couldn’t  read  your  mind  and            ❞        he’s  giving  up  .      he’s  giving  up  .        ❝        i  would  like  to  sometime  if  you  would  like  to  sometime  .        ❞

╰ ゜UNPROMPTED .  /  𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 .

[gurorori]

an' i kinda blame mad father too. speakin' of jrpg horror.

[ahelluvahigh]

Anonymous asked: the anon stares at the knife in their chest, then looks to Arackniss "I hope you know that I'm going to keep this and not give it back to you."

"..."

She's backing out of the splash zone and patting Arackniss' shoulder as she does so.

Now he's shooting this asshole in the face.

[parvumchao]

TAGS, PART FOUR - PRIMARY OCs

[redemn]

tags. finally. pt 1.

╰ ゜out of character.  *  kat's blabbering about cowboys again. ╰ ゜save.  *  this is mine now ! get your own ! ╰ ゜out of character.  *  starter call. ╰ ゜in character.  *  starter. ╰ ゜in character.  *  thread. ╰ ゜out of character.  *  answered. ╰ ゜in character.  *  answered. ╰ ゜out of character.  *  dash commentary.

╰ ゜study.  *  old iron bearing down like wind ; it's built by ruin. ╰ ゜musing.  *  they say i do it wrong runnin from the law. ╰ ゜mannerism.  *  ain't gonna be no jury ; no self-defense. ╰ ゜headcanon.  *  i'll fight forgiveness ; so suffer for my shame. ╰ ゜skills.  *  but where the fire died ; it burnt a hole in me. ╰ ゜aesthetic.  *  i can't quite remember just what guided me. ╰ ゜art.  *  my nights go on and on ; my days are dark and tarred. ╰ ゜music.  *  under the blazin sun ; my heart's forever charred. ╰ ゜self promo.  *  this train keeps rollin ; filled with sinners. ╰ ゜promo.  *  i've still my cross to bear ; will i be saved ? ╰ ゜meme.  *  tell me once again that old story ; cure the pride. ╰ ゜wishlist.  *  too tired to feel this old ; too late to start again. ╰ ゜edits.  *  no one to blame this time ; i'm forsaken in this land. ╰ ゜crack.  *  the pines often whisper what no tongue can tell. ╰ ゜queue.  *  i leave my life behind ; ruined by my hand.

[moremaybank]

EDIBLE , jj maybank

── KINKTOBER: OVERSTIM. + DACRYPHILIA

"touchin' on my body, i can't help but feel impeccable." ─ flo milli, edible.

jj maybank x bratty!reader

(18+) unprotected sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia, mean!jj, mentions of breeding (barely)

you mouth off, and your favourite pogue puts you in your place. with ease.

KINKTOBER , OBX MASTERLIST

your legs quivered terribly at the work jj had been doing on you. he impaled you with his thick cock, over and over like he was desperate to steal the air from your lungs. you tried to crawl away, just a little bit to escape the overstimulation. but you should've known not to.

"where d'you think you're goin', huh? you're gonna take this fuckin' cock." his hand surges his hand through your hair, gripping it harshly and jerking your head up. "actin' like this ain't what you got on your knees 'n begged me for."

the hand he had clinging to your hip held you tighter, thick fingertips and blunt nails biting into your skin. his hips seemed to work harder, like a well-oiled machine as he speared his cock deeper inside of you. he made you take every single inch, each thrust landing him balls deep inside the cunt that never failed to fit nice and snug around him like a glove. he grunted at you as he fucked you, muttering how this kind of hard fucking was what you deserved for pissing him off.

just like you always did.

no matter how much you two got on each other's nerves, you'd always fucked it out like champions. you crawled back to each other every time, despite the difference in status. that's just how things were.

you mouthed off, and your favourite pogue put you in your place. with ease.

a single hand of yours flew backward, pressing against the upper part of his pelvis. your nails scratched at his skin pleadingly in an effort to get him to take it easy on you. it was so damn good, but it was so damn much. you weren't sure how much longer you'd be lucid or even able to breathe with how deep he was pressing into you.

"nah, nah, nah. don’t run from this," he chided, smacking your hand away. in a flash, he was pulling you up by the hair and curling his arm around your throat. he used his chokehold on you to bring your back flush to his chest, all while maintaining the unforgiving drilling he was giving you. "always talkin’ shit, runnin’ that pretty mouth." his other arm snaked around your hips, calloused fingertips finding your clit and prodding at it harshly. "tellin' me i don’t fuck you hard enough. like you haven't had dick in days. now, look at you. can't even handle me."

"please, daddy! c-can't take it!" you gasped your words out, like you could barely pull yourself together to beg for mercy. jj fucking loved it.

but he keeps his act up, scoffing like you'd just insulted him. "you think a please, daddy'll work on me?" his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, and his arm tightened around your neck. "'m sorry. y'got me all wrong, princess."

he slammed you back down against your mattress, your cheek smushed into the high thread-count sheets. you could feel his hand pressing down on the back of your head, asserting dominance while his other hand pulled you back to meet his thrusts. he was primal and downright mean with the way he was fucking you, and though your skin was buzzing, you wouldn't have it, or him, any other way.

you started to cry, tears breaking free from the border of your waterlines and flowing down your cheeks. they sank into the cotton bedding, and your sobs dide against it as well. you were bawling out a weak and tortured daddy as best as you could, but to jj, it just sounded like babbling.

good, he thought. just how he liked you.

"look at those tears. cryin' like it'll make me stop 'n be nice." the laugh he let out next was almost psychopathic. but it was so fucking hot, you were losing your mind. "you're jus' makin' me wanna nut in you."

you looked at him from your peripheral vision. his sharktooth necklace bounced against his sternum with each movement. his teeth were nearly engraved into his bottom lip. those signature blue eyes were trained solely on you. on how fucked out you were beneath him.

"yeah. that's it. cry for it, baby. cry for it," he gritted out with a clenched jaw. "'member earlier? you were sayin' i was scared to lose you? think you're scared of losin' me, sweetheart. scared of losin' this good dick, right?"

you hiccuped almost miserably, fingers roaming the mattress until they found chunks of your comforter to hold onto. "gonna cum! 'm gonna cum!"

"yeah...know you are. this pussy always cums for me, like that's its job. such a good fuckin' pussy."

you clenched around him, sucking him in tighter. your walls trembled, and he knew he had you right where he wanted you.

"the only reason i keep comin’ back is 'cause she loves me so damn much."

[tame-the-lion-writes]

cat shifter reader x 141 pt.2

ik these are short but they're always written in class and I'm simultaneously in constant fear of being cold called wHOops

"Why was I couched?"

"'Cause you didn't wanna look for the cat."

"Well, she ain't a cat now, is she?"

Soap argues with Gaz in the living room while fluffing up his pillow, tossing and turning as he tries to get comfy. Farm life has done them all good, but now that he's had a taste of a downy bed, it's impossible to go back to stiff, spring cushions.

"No," Ghost mutters under his breath, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. His eyes flicker to the bedroom door that hides you, tucked safely into Soap's bed. "She's not."

"Maybe it's a prank," Soap continues. "Maybe it's her cat, and they have matching necklaces or something."

"And we didn't notice a whole human being sleeping in our barn this entire time? Or sneaking into it?" Gaz scoffs. "Either retirement has done a number on us, or she's a cat."

"Or we're idiots," Price sighs. "People don't turn into cats, Gaz."

"What other explanation is there?"

The four go silent for a few seconds before Ghost pushes himself off the wall. "I'll check on the girl. See if she's still runnin' a fever."

Price nods, but once Ghost is out of sight and down the hall, walks to the liquor cabinet to pour himself a drink. "We'll call the authorities in the mornin'. See if she's on a missing persons' list."

Unfortunately for him, when Ghost goes to check on their uninvited guest, he instead digs through nearly-empty sheets to find a cat--wide awake and frog-blinking as if drunk from illness.

_

Bonus Thoughts:

Simon walks back and holds you up like someone who doesn't know how to hold a baby. Price does a spit-take at the sight of the familiar cat, because there's no way a grown woman just hopped out of the house and they didn't hear anything.

The next few moments just have Ghost setting you down on the coffee table while everyone stares at you in deep contemplation.

At least you're not hostile right now--which is a first. You're kinda too out of it to process where you are because you've never been inside the main house, and you miss your Soap's warm sheets.

Gaz -- "... Does this mean we're keeping her?"

Soap -- "Does this mean I get my bed back?"

[kill4luvina]

"Right thru me"

Onyankopon x Black!Reader

Summary : You and your man been havin' this dumb argument, and he know you so well it lowkey freaks you out. Especially today because he already had your whole routine down from prior nights when you'd act up exactly like this.

CW : SMUT, Pussy Slapping, Overstimulation, reader tryna run from the dick,Unprotected sex, (probably a lil more),not proof read. (This is a really really old draft im posting.)

" What are we doin'? Could you see through me? 'Cause you say, "Y/N," and I say, "Who, me?" And you say, "No, you," and I say, "Screw you"

Your jaw would drop as your stared at your boyfriend after hearing the bullshit that just came out his mouth. "You blowin my shi, like shut the actual fuck up." You'd say before turning your body away from him annoyed as fuck. "Mamas, you know damn well this ain't worth gettin' all worked up about," Ony would say, glancin' at you for a sec before realizing you were genuinely mad.

"Mamas… can you at least finish my hair before you get mad…?" he'd ask, getting up from where he was sitting and slowly walking over to you. You'd turn your back quickly, throwing the comb you had from doing his hair straight at him. He'd catch it, pissing you off even more as you stormed off into your room, leaving him completely alone in the living room.

He already knew you'd be in your room hitting your vape like a mad woman just out of pure anger. "Mamas.." He'd call from the opposite side of the door, slowly opening as you two make eye contact. "Come back please," he'd plead, already knowing you'd say no as you'd turn your body so your back was now facing him.

You'd hit your vape a couple of times before feeling a small kiss in your neck. "I'm sorry.." He'd whisper softly, knowing this always made you weak. Even before this, in a life before when it came to him his soul knew how to make yours feel better no matter what.

"Why would you say that..?" You'd ask firmly, trying to stand your ground. You'd be caught off guard feeling Ony's warm hands up against your skin. He'd softly play with your tits under your shirt leaving soft love bites on your neck. "You know I don't mean it.." he'd whisper.

"Onyyy-" you'd moan eyes rolling back as you felt his dick hitting you in all the right places. Your pussy creaming all over his dick as he gave you slow deep strokes. "You like that?" He'd ask, slapping your ass as he kept a constant speed.

"Oh-- oh my god.." You'd cry as you felt him pull out slapping his dick against your pussy. Slowly pushing himself back in you'd push your hips back so it'd slip in faster. He'd softly whimper, his eyes focusing on how your pussy swallowed him whole.

"Mama's, stop acting like you can take this dick.." He'd slap your ass getting a gasp out of you. "Y-yes I can!" You'd try to say as you started fucking back into him trying to prove him wrong.

"You always saying that shit until I'm rearranging your guts and you runnin'.." He'd said as he used a hand to push you head down into the bed, already aware of what your stubborn ass was gonna say. "Onyy, fuck mee" you'd whine getting your head pushed down, arching your back more for him.

"mmhm," He'd say putting a leg up onto the bed, as he started to pick up his pace. His eyes focusing now how creamy he could make your pussy, your moans getting louder as you tried your hardest to keep fucking back into him to prove him wrong.

Your eyes getting blurry the moment you felt a slap to your ass, whining you'd turn to look up at him. "Ony, stop being so mean.." You'd weakly let out as you kept fucking yourself onto his dick, he'd raise a brow before pulling out and slapping your pussy. "Ony!" You'd moan the mixture of pain & pleasure confusing you.

He'd go right back to fucking you, but this time his thrusts were deeper, quicker and much more rough. Not even a minute passes by and your cumming, your eyes rolling so far back as your pussy tightened around him.

"See, look at you, a mess." He'd say still fucking you, at the same pace but even rougher. "O-onyyy, too muchhh." you'd cry tears already rolling down you cheek as you felt him speeding up his pace. "But you can take it, right?" He'd continue as he'd slap your ass here and there.

"Can'ttt" you'd cry, reaching a hand back to attempt to push him back. "Mama's, what i said abt running from the dick?" he'd ask ignoring your silly attempt as he picked the pace up fucking you even deeper. "ddont rememberr" you'd babble out feeling like you couldn't remember anything.

"yeah, alright. just move this fucking hand."

" You make me laugh, you make hoarse from yelling at you And getting at you, picking up dishes, throwing them at you "

[ahelluvahigh]

"Arackniss!"

A familiar voice calls and the spider cringes as he turns to see the red-headed hound trotting behind him.

"No, absolutely not," he snaps.

"Vinn's a hound, Arackniss. Hounds stick together. Like a pack. Besides. What are you gonna do if he goes to another ring? You're literally stuck here."

The spider grits his teeth. Sasha's right... and her nose can probably track Vinn a lot faster than a shadow that has no idea where to even start looking.

"Fine... but, if we find 'em up here, you stay in the car." He says before bolting towards his car. He does not see the way the husky's fur stands on end before she follows.

"Where to?" He asks as he jams his key into the ignition.

"Right," Sasha directs as she unrolls the car window. This isn't the first time she's sniffed out a target for him... it's just the first time they were on their way to save a life rather than take one. Though... death isn't off the table. Not by the look in Arackniss' eyes.

Wheels squeal to life as Arackniss speeds through the crowded streets of the city, weaving from one lane to the next as the hound riding shotgun shouted directions.

"Stop!" Sasha shouts, and the car screeches to a halt. "Here. He's in there."

"In a shitty, abandoned office? What romance novel'd we wake up in?" Arackniss jokes dryly before jerking his keys from the ignition and leaping out of the car, two sets of hands loading two pistols as he moves.

"Wait!" Sasha calls as she, too, leaps from the car. "Let me go in first."

"What part'a fuck no ain't you followin' t'day?" The spider hisses.

"Once they hear someone, they're gonna take off, and unless you learned how to walk through doors, we have to kick that door down. So let me do it. Let me break shit and get everyone's attention. Let me be the distraction that makes everyone scatter, and then you can do your natural 20 rogue step and get in there without getting detected!"

Arackniss' fur stands on end. They can't do this. They don't have time... and they can't do this here. Every second puts Vinn in more danger.

"Don't you dare fuckin' engage with any of 'em. Just kick down the door an' run."

"Great," the hellhound's tail swishes before she makes a run at the door, kicking it off its hinges before letting out a loud howl.

Arackniss, being over three feet shorter than the hound, easily slides around her and darts into the building, silent feet quickly darting towards the sound of... numerous voices.

"Well isn't this something."

Vinn heard the clacks of chitin against the ground, the chain getting tighter and tighter the closer it got. He didn't move, he didn't make a sound.

"Useful little trick huh Vinn." The voice chuckled before one of those powerful legs lashed out, striking the hellhound in the side and sending him slamming into a nearby wall. Others were watching, thankful it wasn't them that had the overlord's anger. "Think you could just keep avoidin' me? Keep dippin' in and out of the ring? Naaah, we're not playing that game."

"God you're fucking pathetic."

Vinn managed to raise his head, back on all fours as he winced. Crimson eyes met violet, though he already knew who the voice belonged to.

Butch. Overlord of the Underground. Toby's successor.

"What do you want." Vinn grumbled, wheezing slightly as he was winded. Butch didn't seem to like his tone, his four legs carring over to the hellhound. "Where's Tinker?" He asked. "Gone. Redeemed didn't you hear?" "And Clementine?" "Not a clue- ACK!!"

The chain was pulled right, a large clawed hand snapping down to grip the hellhound's whole head. It squeezed, claws digging in until Vinn could feel warmth trickling down his face.

"We worked together for forty years Vinn. I know you." He snarled, grip tightening further as the hellhound whined in pain, "When you care, you keep tabs. Where. Is. She."

"Go. Fuck. Yourself." Vinn snapped back, "Can't even... can't even get anyone to find her, even with that bounty. Fuck people really don't like you-"

Butch slammed the hellhound's face into the floor, baring his teeth at them, "Watch your tone mutt, don't forget who bought you. Your mill didn't want you, and now I'm stuck with a disloyal brat!"

"Mr Butch? We can't stay around here much longer. Someone may come looking...." The voice made the overlord's head snap up, narrowing at his second in command. Releasing Vinn's head he stepped over them, moving to the door.

"... take him to Greed. Stick him in the freeze, he'll loosen his tongue. You want a dog to listen to you, you leave it in the cold until it begs you to let it back inside. Might even fix that fever of his." Butch huffed, stepping through the door and out of sight.

Vinn couldn't move much, his head too dizzy as he felt hands grip him and a foul smelling sack shoved over his head. Whoever's carpet this was, well it'd have a few bloodstains on it from his face.

[heauxvibez]

He Loves To Talk You Through It

warning: Smut (18+), shoutout to @shes2real for inspiring me because they ATE DOWN with what they wrote today. Please go check their page out!

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One thing we all love and know Roman for is his way with words. He has a passion for talking, reveling in the sound of his own voice. Yet, as much as he loved to speak, it couldn't compare to the pleasure you felt listening to him.

"Tell daddy how much you love when I fuck you like this..when I look you in the eyes while I hit that spot."

His words always caressed your ears softly, even when they were rough and demanding. Whether he was pinning you down or had his calloused hands wrapped around your throat, every word he spoke felt like a sensual embrace, leaving you breathless with each and every syllable.

"Runnin' ain't gon do nothin’ but make me wanna go deeper.."

That man always makes you feel so many things at once. He has this incredible ability to be both rough and gentle, his words so sinister yet whispered through soft, angelic lips that set your skin ablaze. Your tender, supple skin is handled by his calloused hands, which somehow manage to hold you delicately, with the same gentleness he used to handle your heart.

"Eyes on me.." he commanded with your ass firmly pressed against his pelvis, his dick deep in you almost melting and molding into your wetness as he searched for that spot.

"And don't look away, at all."

You locked eyes with him, staring into his dark eyes through the bedroom closet mirror. That warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest consumed your whole body when he did this. He knew that making you look at him while he snatched every fiber of your being from you would not only make you extremely nervous but also have you begging for mercy.

"A pretty girl like you can't be fucked without me seeing every single moan leave those pretty lips.."

Your whimpers are like music to his ears but listening to them while you were faced down, ass up was never good enough for him. He thrived off having you pinned against his body, physically feeling you fall apart against his skin while you threw your head in the air and allowed your sobs to paint the room.

"Yeah, just like that. Fuck, baby girl. I got you.."

His muscles twitched and tensed against your backside as he held you close by your throat with the hand accompanied by his sleeve. Watching that arm flex as he controlled you practically had your essence dripping down his length. His beautiful smile lines deepened as his lips curled into that sexy smirk that had you swooning each and every time. He watched your eyes divert for a quick second to look at the tattoo. Jesus, he literally had you in a chokehold.

"Look at you, so fucking weak for me right now...melting in my fucking arms,"

Your eyes never left his, just as he wanted, locked in a soul snatching gaze. He felt your body crumbling with every word he spoke, but he held you up. Each heartbeat, each breath, each moan, whimper, bound you tighter to him,

'That's it mama, keep lookin' at daddy.."

He slowly continues his thrusts, being sure to aim for your sweet spot with each movement of his hips. His right hand always finds it's way to your clit rubbing in slow, agonizing circles sliding in between your slit to dip into your wetness and back to your throbbing pearl.

"Damn. You're so in love with me aren't you baby?" he asks before allowing his tongue to trace his lips.

The air felt thin, almost suffocating. You wondered how you could still look this man in the eyes while releasing soft, desperate gasps. Yet, each sound that escaped you, made him throb in response to each breath you made. Your hands clung to his wrists, not to push him away but to anchor yourself as the pleasure pulsed through you.

"You couldn't hide it if you wanted to, you're so damn wet for me..just for me" Your juices still coated his lips from the taste of you he had earlier. He moaned as his mind gave him a quick flashback of his feasting session earlier.

That moan rumbled through your ear almost pushing you to the edge. His fingers still toyed with your clit, pulling away and turning into soft, light taps when he'd hear your breath quicken.

"Aren't you?" he questioned again, this time a bit firmer. A bit rougher.

"Yes, daddy.." you choked out before your teeth sunk into your lower lip. His touch was still steady against your throat. It felt as if every sound trying to escape you was trapped by his grasp.

"Good." his low and husky voice brushed against your ear.

"Because, I'm just as in love with you.." he breathed out, another moan escaping his lips.

You weren't sure how much more of this sweet torment you could take, but you had no choice. The night would be endlessly filled with his touch and the intoxicating words that flowed from his lips.

"Aht, look at me while you cum, sweetheart. You better not look away."

"I just need you to nut one more time baby."

"That's it my love, give me that nut. Fuck, mmm, I love this shit."

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Very very random, but hope you enjoyed it!

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[wranglens]

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╰ ゜OUT OF CHARA.  *  NOT ANOTHER GOD DAMN HICK KAT. ╰ ゜SAVE.  *  THIS IS MINE NOW ! GET YOUR OWN ! ╰ ゜OUT OF CHARACTER.  *  STARTER CALL. ╰ ゜IN CHARACTER.  *  STARTER. ╰ ゜IN CHARACTER.  *  THREAD. ╰ ゜OUT OF CHARACTER.  *  ANSWERED. ╰ ゜IN CHARACTER.  *  ANSWERED. ╰ ゜OUT OF CHARACTER.  *  DASH COMMENTARY.

╰ ゜STUDY.  *  RENEGADE REBEL WITH A PEDAL TO THE FLOOR. ╰ ゜MUSING.  *  DOWN THE SAME OLD DEAD END HIGHWAY. ╰ ゜MANNERISM.  *  SCARED OF NOTHIN &. SCARED TO DEATH. ╰ ゜HEADCANON.  *  I KEEP CHASIN THAT SAME OLD DEVIL. ╰ ゜SKILLS.  *  THE SAME RED RIVER TRIED TO DROWN ME. ╰ ゜AESTHETIC.  *  RIDIN IN ON THE WIND AND RAIN. ╰ ゜ART.  *  WHEN WHISKEY BURNS &. THE NICOTINE HITS. ╰ ゜MUSIC.  *  I PRAY FOR PEACE BUT I NEED THE THRILL. ╰ ゜SELF PROMO.  *  TELL THE SUNSHINE TO TAKE A BREAK. ╰ ゜PROMO.  *  JUST THE WHISTLE OF A LONG BLACK TRAIN. ╰ ゜MEME.  *  CARRY ME AWAY LIKE THE MISSISSIPPI ROLLS. ╰ ゜WISHLIST.  *  ROLLIN TWENTY ONE WITH AN ACE &. QUEEN. ╰ ゜EDITS.  *  RUNNIN OFF THE EDGE THEY SAY I'M A WRECK. ╰ ゜CRACK.  *  I KEEP RUNNIN BUT I'M STANDIN STILL. ╰ ゜QUEUE.  *  AIN'T NO LOVE IN OKQUEUEHOMA.

[rationaliity]

voicelines about you | various ( i. )

the men's voiceline about you ! next will do a part of the women they're short because i wanted them to sound legit, which is why i did so many !! hope you enjoy anyways <33 this is all purely self indulgent because ill be real with you im not feeling very daijoubou rn

— DR. RATIO

about you : an incomprehensible yet enticing mess in the body of a person. i don't understand their way of thinking at all, and yet, it almost feels as if they understand me in a way few do. peculiar.

chat: his relationship with you : ..relationship is hardly the word i would use to describe our acquaintance. however, i suppose they are not completely inept, unlike many i have had the misfortune of coming across in my time.

added to team with you : take care of yourself. should i have to step in, i will do so to prevent some unfortunate happenstances.

— WELT YANG

about you : potentially one of the kindest individuals i have had the pleasure to be introduced to in my time of travelling the cosmos. a gentle soul like none other. they light up the world around them.

chat: his relationship with you : spending time with them has become a daily necessity for me. i find myself beginning to nag at the others when i have not spent enough time with them. march often asks me about them before anything else.

added to team with you : i appreciate your vitality, but try to take breaks whenever necessary.

— AVENTURINE

about you : quite the enigma, that one. before i even realized it, they had snuck their way into my heart. perhaps they were betting that i wouldn't notice, and perhaps.. it paid off for them.

chat: his relationship with you : they're the chip i hold closest to my chest. no.. a chip is the wrong comparison. they're the one thing i will always hold no matter the stakes of the bet. having them by my side is more important to me than any risk.

added to team with you : i'm willing to bet that the two of us together will make quite the team.

— ARGENTI

about you : the moment our eyes met, i knew they were someone of refined elegance, but i was wholly unprepared for the true beauty of their very being.

chat: his relationship with you : i feel the closest to idrila and the eternal beauty that i seek when i am with them. they bring out a fire in me that simply cannot be quenched by any other soul, as if i were a moth to their brilliant flame.

added to team with you : as usual, i find myself captivated by your beauty and grace, my dear.

— BOOTHILL

about you : i don't know another capable of runnin' things how they run things. they got my respect. well, much more than just my respect, but that ain't proper to say.

chat: his relationship with you : ain't nothin' like the nice feelin' of knowin' you're loved by someone no matter whatcha look like or what you're capable of. they've been there through it all, the bad, the ugly, and the muddle-fudgin' terrible.

added to team with you : well i'll be the son of a nice lady, if it isn't you ! let me take care of ya, sweetheart.

— BLADE

about you : they are the one clear thing i can see when the mara strikes. no matter how far gone i am, i see them - clear as the many sunsets i have seen. they are where the light meets the dark.

chat: his relationship with you : this eternal purgatory that i have been cursed with feels... less hellish when they are by my side. it is as if, for a moment, my body and my soul forget what i am. i can only believe this is their doing.

added to team with you : death comes to all, but now is not your time.

— DAN HENG

about you : they were persistent in trying to know me for who i was, not who i could've been. they are kind, more so than any other person i have come to meet. they are strong and gentle at the same time.

chat: his relationship with you : march is always telling me that i should be more forthcoming with my emotions, but they seem to understand me quite well no matter how little i speak up. i.. really appreciate and value their presence in my life.

added to team with you : i will stand by you no matter what comes our way, do not be afraid.

— GALLAGHER

about you : what a riot, they are ! their personality reminds me of the strongest and sweetest drink mixed in one delightful package. it's easy to get addicted if i'm not careful.

chat: his relationship with you : i didn't understand at first why they wanted to hang out with this old dog as long as they did, not that you'll find me complainin' or nothin'. they always seemed entertained by my stories, and i like listenin' to them yap, too.

added to team with you : have a drink, i'll take care of whatever you need me to, just say the word.

— JING YUAN

about you : fascinating, with so many stories to tell, it could keep me even busier than i typically am for hours. although i must say that i enjoy being occupied by them than by work.

chat: his relationship with you : in the middle of the mundane trivialities of life that i have grown so accustomed to with my job title, they bring an air of uniqueness and excitement into every encounter. i find myself eagerly awaiting the times we meet.

added to team with you : i trust you are able to take this on yourself ? if not, well, that's why i am here, no ?

— GEPARD LANDAU

about you : they are more carefree than i am, and while it worries me at times, i find myself drawn to their spirit nonetheless. i think i'm just drawn to those kinds of people, or they are drawn to me.

chat: his relationship with you : sometimes, i feel like i'm nagging at them, even when i don't mean to, but it's because i'm always worried about them. i know they can protect themselves but i wish they would let me do it for them more often.

added to team with you : protecting you feels just as important as protecting belobog. i will do so with my life.

— LUKA

about you : they're probably the only person in belobog who really get my passion. they give their all for everything that they do, and i'm down for it !

chat: his relationship with you : they're really good at both getting me fired up and a little more mellow, depending on what i need for the moment. they're like my personal hype man / cheer leader, and i'm theirs when they need it ! that's why we work together so well.

added to team with you : this is going to be over like that with the two of us on the same team !

— LUOCHA

about you : they are wiser than they let on, it's hard to fool them or pull the wool over their eyes. even when i think i've kept a secret close, they've long since figured me out.

chat: his relationship with you : they help me see things that i would otherwise miss on my own, broadening my horizons when i need more depth brought to me. i'm grateful for their intuition and their knowledge on the world around us.

added to team with you : combat may not be my forte, but should you need assistance, i will be at your side.

— SUNDAY

about you : they are the embodiment of the feeling of the sun on your skin for the first time, warming your soul as well. they are gentle, and pick up where i lack.

chat: his relationship with you : i do not believe i am deserving of one quite like them, but i have a hard time letting them go nonetheless. they deserve more than i can give, but that doesn't stop me from trying regardless.

added to team with you : whoever dares to lay a finger on you will be met with swift and strict punishment.

— SAMPO KOSKI

about you : a person of many talents, much like myself, although they're charging significantly less for their expertise - free. i keep saying they should, but they're adamant about being kind.

chat: his relationship with you : my partnership with them could be best described as, er, jointly profitable. i provide my excellent services, and they grace me with their presence and their wits and.. maybe i am getting the better end of this deal.

added to team with you : it's your best pal, sampo koski, at your service ! aren't you glad i'm here ?

[ahelluvahigh]

Anonymous asked: "And I'll fucking do it again!" waves a pizza with pineapples at Arackniss in a threatening manner, as if trying to scare away a vampire with garlic

He doesn't want to shoot at this close of a distance and splatter blood all over Sasha... so he simply stabs the creature in the chest, leaving the knife plunged in its chest.

"... Huh. You weren't kidding."

[billysgun]

bandage

billy the kid x sheriffs!daughter |requested!| after you found him wounded, you took him back to your house where you healed a very flirty billy.|

"you're a mess" you mumbled, hands working fast as you pressed the clean cloth into his wound

he spits through gritted teeth as he lays sprawled on your table

"lucky I found you" you whisper, thinking about how unlikely anyone else would be out in the fields when his horse flipped him over and dragged him with his hands gripped tight on the rein, splitting his leg open

"am I?" he grunts as you wipe the blood around his open leg

"why didn't you let go of the damn horse?" you scolded him but he only let out a pained chuckled

"can't lose my stuff, honey. plus your daddy would've done shit for it" he grins at you, nodding toward the framed certificate hung on the wall with your father's license. he's the local sheriff and would kill you for having this out-law on your dining table

"he works with crimes, not stupid accidents" you mumbled, grabbing the needle and threading it through his skin as he screamed out in pain

"he's a corrupted piece of shit you know" he yells out as you stitch him up, you snort at his comment, thinking it was bold of him to so openly hate on your family while you healed him. then again, the whiskey you had him chug for the pain was probably taking its effect

"and this was a crime, dear" he adds, and you look up at him

"tell me more, cowboy" you say sarcastically but he only smiles

"yeah well, I will! someone was shootin' my way and almost hit my horse, that's why he was runnin'!" he confesses and you tie the end of your stitch

"stray bullets sometimes happen, it is huntin' season" you mumble as you do a few more ties for good measure

"nah, people want me dead, dear" he relaxes when you step back and you undo your bloody apron

"downside of being an outlaw, I suppose?" you question and he lets out an airy laugh

"I need to get going though, thank you" he says, twisting his body over and you run to push him back down

"no, no, no. you ain't walkin' on that leg for at least 2 weeks" you say but he dismisses you, putting his weight on the other leg as he drags himself to the exit of your dining room

"guess that means I'll need a follow-up visit?" he smiles and you roll your eyes

"that would be nice. because of the leg" you add and he slowly nods

"right, for the leg" and just like that the outlaw was gone and you ran upstairs to mark 2 weeks from now in your planner with a grin like no other spread on your face.

an: thank you so much for requesting! I had so much fun making this <3

[callumsturn]

Longing

Summary: Bucky is feeling down, and you're the only one who can bring him back to himself. Warnings: smut (18+, minors don't interact), fingering. Notes: Let me know if you'd like me to write any specific scenarios or stories :) reblogs and comments are appreciated!

Major John Bucky Egan was devastated. The news of Buck not returning from his last mission spread quickly at the base camp. You saw people try to talk to him and cheer him up in their own way, but Bucky was drenched in alcohol most of the time and with huge dark bags under his eyes. You decided it was your turn to try and bring his hopes up. Couldn't hurt.

You knocked on his door, calling out his name from the outside.

Bucky lifted his head from where he sat at the table, looking up at you with slightly bleary eyes. He cleared his throat as he pulled himself together, trying to sober up in mere seconds. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice gruff. You peered inside his room.

You knew he would brush you off if you asked if he was okay. Instead, you made him believe you needed him. "Do you mind if I come in and stay with you for a little? I can't sleep."

Bucky paused for a moment, seeming just tired enough to fall for your trick. He shifted slightly in his seat, nodding slowly as he sat up. "Yeah. Yeah, come here." he pointed to his bed. "Sit with me."

"Thanks." you spoke as you closed the door behind you and sat next to him.

Bucky watched wordlessly as you sat down next to him, leaning forward and resing his elbows on his knees. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke. "You said you couldn't sleep?" he questioned, tilting his head slightly so he could look at you.

You nodded. "Yeah... I had coffee, more than one cup."

He chuckled lightly, running a hand through his messy hair. "Yeah, that'll do it to ya. Caffeine's a cruel mistress like that."

"Well, I wanted some. So I had it."

"And now you have to suffer the consequences." he mused along, taking a few moments to look you over. "You look tired." he pointed out, as if it wasn't obvious.

"Thanks." you chuckled.

Bucky smirked ever so slightly, rolling his eyes. "You know what I mean. You look exhausted. When was the last time you got a full night of sleep?"

You looked at him for a second before answering. "It's been a while, actually. The infirmary's been a complete chaos lately."

His expression softened, a flicker of concern in his eyes. "When's the last time you clocked off?" he asked, a hint of protective tone in his voice.

You looked at him for a while. "It's been a couple of weeks, but it's alright, we're short on staff! And it's not like I haven't done it before!"

That answer didn't seem to appease Bucky at all. His lips pressed into a firm, unamused line and he fixe you with a stern look. "Bullshit. It's not alright. You're runnin' yourself into the ground. How many hours did you work this week?" he inquried.

"I'm not exactly counting."

Bucky sighed in frustration, shaking his head. "Of course you're not." He paused for a moment, studying you. You could almost see the gears turning as he thought about what to say next. "When's the last time you ate?" he finally questioned.

"C'mon John, I'm eating alright." you insisted.

The Major shot you a doubtful look, his expression serious. "I'm being serious. You look like you haven't had a proper meal in weeks. When's the last time you ate a full meal?"

"Maybe you can eat lunch with me tomorrow."

"I'm not asking that." he said with a sigh, his voice just barely above a whisper. "I want to know when the last time you ate a full goddamn meal was. Tell me the truth."

You looked at the door. "Yesterday, I think."

Bucky raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical of your response. "Yesterday?" he repeated. "You think?"

"Bucky, I'm alright. I'm just really tired."

His irritation grew tenfold at this, his patience at an all-time low. "You ain't alright, you're being reckless." he retorted gruffly. "Look at you, you look like a damn zombie. 'I'm just tired' my ass."

You let the room fall silent for a few seconds. "And how are you?" you finally decided to ask.

Bucky almost froze at the question. He was a mess, even he could see that for himself. For a moment, he thought about brushing off your question. Giving the standard, generic answer. But he couldn't. He knew how he was, and you deserved the truth more than anything. "Like garbage." he finally admitted, quietly after a few moments.

"I'm worried about you Bucky." you began. "You barely come by the infirmary anymore."

He lokoed down, docusing his eyes on his hands as you spoke. "I've been busy." he mumbled half heartedly, knowing damn well it was a blatant lie.

"Too busy to visit me?" you simply asked.

Bucky internally winced at that, his heart aching. "No." he said, his voice cracking slightly from guilt. "I- I just... it's hard, y'know?"

You nodded. "I get it. I can go by just fine without your visits." you tried to win him over with humor.

It seemed to work, even just slightly. He lifted his head, looking at you with a tired hino of playful sarcasmo in his eyes. "Is that so?" he questioned, a soft smile on his face.

"Oh I'm sure of it. It's been real peaceful without you pestering me at work."

He huffed, a soft chuckled escaping his lips. "That's rich, coming from you. You're always bugging me." he pointed out, shifting in his seat to get a different angle of you.

"But that you love."

"You're making that up." Bucky denied, though his smirk didn't falter. He tried so hard to ignore the flutter in his heart he got as he looked at you - his gaze almost involuntarily flicking down for a moment to your lips.

"I don't think I am." you smiled at him.

He paused, his heart giving another flutter as he saw you smile. It'd been a while since he'd seen that smile. He chuckled softly, shaling his head and running his hand through his hair. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

Your expression of surprise came quickly to your face. After a few seconds in silence you spoke again. "You're drunk." You chuckled at him.

Bucky let out another soft huff at that, but he didn't deny it. "Maybe a little." he admitted, that smirk on his face returning. "And what about it?"

"You're not making sense, that's what."

Bucky raised an eyebrow at that, looking at you with an amused expression. "And what about it doesn't make sense?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. "I said you drive me crase. You do."

"Bucky..." you started but he interrupted you as he got closer to you, before grabbing your hand gently.

His calloused hand wrapping around yours like it belonged there. He was quiet for a moment, looking at you with a mixture of affection and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on. He almost looked a little nervous.

"Are you okay?" you asked.

Another loaded question.

He opened his mouth to answer but stopped himself. His gaze falls from your face down to his hand holding yours. Bucky was quiet for a few more moments, his grip on your hand almost imperceptibly tighter. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, the words stuck in his throat. He took a shaky breath, lifting his gaze back up to your face. "No. " he finally said, shaking his head slightly as he did. "I'm not okay." His expression serious. "But you make it hurt a little less."

Bucky's eyes flicked back and forth, analising your features. He sighed softly, his guard completely down. "Look at me." he softly insisted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You did as he asked, first his eyes and then his lips. God, he was handsome, specially under the dim lights of his room.

"You have no idea," he said, his voice low, "how hard it was to stay away from you the past few weeks."

His hand kept around your own as he spoke. He could be so gentle if he wanted to. Bucky softly tun his thumb in small circles against the back of your hand, trying to focus on that instead of the growing urge within himself. "I missed you so damn much." he murmered, his voice just barely above a whisper.

You cut him off by closing the gap between your lips.

He let out a soft, almost involuntary sound as he returned the kiss, his free hand moving to cup your face. His hand fently tugged you closer, as if he was afraid you'd pull away.

In turn, you grabbed his uniform's shirt tight between your fingers, pulling him closer to you.

Any thoughts of restraint or resistance melted out of Bucky's brain the moment he felt you grab him. His hand moved to your waist, his grip firm as he pulled you into his lap. "God, I missed you." he mumbled against your lips.

You didn't respond, just climbed on his lap and grabbed the nape of his neck with both your hands, never breaking the kiss you two shared.

Bucky let out another soft sound as you did. His hands sliding to your hips, the feeling of your body against his nearly overwhelming. He kissed you passionately, his tongue gently running along your bottom lip as if he was pleading for more.

He broke your kiss only to kiss your neck, your head rolled back as he catched it with one of his hands.

Bucky's kisses gently yet firm, as he moved along your skin. He could hear the sound of your breath catching in yout throat, his brain nearly short-circuiting from yout little sounds of pleasure.

One of his hands found its way under your dhirt, his fingers tracing along the warm skin of your back.

His hands were rough on your back, but you didn't mind it.

Bucky's lips returned to yours, his kisses a bit more desperate now. He wanted to be closer to you, to have your body against his. One of his hands slid up your body, gently resting against your ribcage. His thumb lightly teased against the underside of your breast.

His touch sent shivers through your whole body.

He broke the kiss for a moment, his chest heaving with want. "You're so damn Beautiful." he murmured, his hand gently gripping your hip as he kept you against him.

You moaned quietly at his words, the way he was holding you down on his lap by your hips was making you dizzy.

He noticed your reaction, the soft sounds of your monas driving him wild. He used his grip on your hip to push you down to grind against him slightly, a soft smirk on his face. "You like that?" he asked, his voice gruff.

You nodded out of desperation.

Bucky let out a soft chuckle, rolling his hips against you to give you a but more friction. "You can't even speak, huh?" he taunted you lightly.

"I can speak." you managed to say quietly.

"Then try sayin' something." he mumbled against the skin of your neck, continuing to push his hips against you ever so slightly.

"Your hands." you pleaded him.

You heard his groan, his grip on your hips tightening as he took in your request. "What about my hands?" he mumbled, his lips moving down from your neck to your collarbone.

You let go of his neck to grab his right hand and position it near your core.

He could feel the heat practically radiating from you, the thought alone nearly sending him over the edge. His fingers gently traced along the edge of your pants, as if he was silently asking you for permission to continue. You gave it to him.

Bucky wasted no time. He was a man of action after all.

He pushed your pants to the Side, his fingertips ghosting along your soaked core. He let out another soft moan against your skin, the feeling of you driving him crazy. "You're so wet, darling." he mumbled as he started to rub small circles, moving slowly to work you up even more.

Your reactions, the little sounds you were making, the way you were grinding against his hand - it was almost too much for him to handle. His fingers teased at your entrance, occasionally slipping inside to drive you absolutely crazy. "I could listen to you all night." he mumbled, his voice low and rough with want.

"John" you trailed off.

Bucky lifted his head from your neck to look at you, his fingers still working at you. "Yeah?" he breathed out, doing his damned bect to keep some control of himself.

"I need you."

Bucky practically groaned at the sound of your voice, the want in your tone nearly making his head spin with a primal need to bury himself inside you. "Say it again." he told you breathlessly, adding a second finger inside you.

You only managed to moan louder.

"God you sound perfect." his lips just below your car. "I need you so bad it hurts."

"Please" you whined quietly.

"You don't ever have to ask me please." his voice sincere.

He lifted his head to look at you, his breathing ragged. His fingers curling slightly on their own, making you let out another delicious sound.

"Make me come." the words come out of your tired mouth.

He moved his fingers faster, adding a third, knowing exactly what to do based on the sounds you were making. "I'll take care of you. "he assured you. "I'll take care of you, I promise."

And he did. In a matter of seconds, you were coming undone on top of his lap.

Bucky watched intently as you came, his fingers working you through it. He then gently removed his hand, bringin it to his mouth and licking his fingers clean with a low moan.

His free hand moved to gently brush the hair from your face, his thumb tracing your cheek as he looked at you with affection and desire.

You looked down at him after that. "What is it?"

Bucky chuckled, gently lifting your chin for you to look at him. "You look so damn beautiful when you're all flushed like this." he told you, a hino of pride in his voice as he added, "I did that."

"Yes you did." you chuckled quietly.

His smiled returned, his hand moving to cup your cheek ever so gently. He was quiet for a moment, just studying you as he tried to find the right words. "I've been a real idiot, sweetheart." he finally said, his voice soft. "I shoud've come by sooner..."

"Don't worry about that."

"I do worry. You've gotta stop lettin' me be a dumbass, you know that?"

"Me?" you chuckled. "I have nothing to do with that!"

Bucky's grip on you tightened, his expression still serious. "Bullshit." he insisted, shaking his head. "You have everything to do with that. You could set me straight if you wanted to, I'd listen to you in a heartbeat."

You smiled at him. "The I'll be wiser with my choices from now on."

John returned your smile with a smirk, his hand moving to rest against the side of your neck. "Damn right you will be." he told you, tugging you closer to him. "Gotta make up for lost time, sweetheart."