#almost at 2 million - trying to get 3 mil each day

[wistfulvulpine]

nothing kills the adrenaline of clearing an expert beatmap faster than 1 Great

update: after 37 attempts in EN i finally got a perfect combo \o/

[yeeterparkersblog]

Last Days | PART 3

Pairing: 6 Underground! Four/Billy x reader

Word Count: 3.9 k

Warnings: Drinking, smut (Whaaaa?)

Summary: To everyone else, he was a suave young man in a gang of thieves, someone they would rather not get tangled up with. To you, he was a cheeky bastard who wouldn’t get out of your hair and most of all, a rival thief. But one day, he decides to reach out to you.

Publishing Date: 29 March 2020

A/N: Hello my dears! Thank you for being so patient with me. It’s been 2 months I think since I posted Part 2. Thank you for being so patient. I LOVE YOU. I had my midterms but now they’re over and everyone is in quarantine and practicing social isolation. Part 3 is quite short but it’s pretty satisfactory (I hope). Again I can’t say when I’ll post the next part, just know that I am trying my very best, under these circumstances, to write these fics. Thank you again! I love and appreciate you lots! (Also pls excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes I’ve made thanks)

PART 1  2

Pouring your heart out to someone you’ve known for less than a year, wasn’t exactly an easy feat. But you felt like you had to do it. If it weren’t for Billy, God knows the amount of debt you’d be in. Granted, he was the one who put you in debt. But the profit from the tiara would be more than you would have gotten from the Pasteque or the Blasé.

The cold wind sent goosebumps along your skin, causing an involuntary shiver. Though it could have also been due to your nerves. Your fidgeting hands picked at the sticker on the beer bottle until it had come off.

How would you put this?

“So long story short, I think I just wanted to say…” You concluded. “Thank you.”

“Thank you?” He repeated, inching closer to hear your whispers.

“You are saving my life by giving me the chance to work with you.” You put down your beer bottle. “The tiara will give us 1 million each!”

“You do realize I stole the necklace and ring from you, right? That’s why you’re in debt.”

“Yes, but I spent a bit too much preparing for those that even if I did steal them, the profits wouldn’t be much.” Billy arched a brow curiously. “This time, however, you’re the one who’s paying for the preparation. I’m getting 100% of my profits, but you… How much did you spend anyway?”

“Well, how much was the Pasteque?”

“Christ, Billy…” You stood up from the bench suddenly. “3 Mil? This means you’re losing money!”

“Stop worrying about me (Y/N). I’m not the one deep in debt.” He lightly gripped your hand to pull you back on the bench next to him. “You need the money more than I do.”

A moment of silence passed between you two. You didn’t know what to say to him. He’s sacrificing millions for you. But why? Was he feeling sorry for you?

“You need the money more than I do.” You barely hear him utter those words. “You need to take all the money. Please.”

“What? No!” You looked at him with disbelief. “Billy, you deserve your share.”

“Well, you didn’t deserve what I pulled over the last few months. Take. The money.” He said almost harshly. “The 2 million? It’s all yours.”

“Stop making things so difficult!” Your voices started to raise, each trying to overlap the other’s.

“It’s not difficult. I’m giving you the money. Why won’t you take it?! Who’d refuse free money?”

“You’re just feeling sorry for me, and I refuse to accept your pitiful handouts.”

“This isn’t a pitiful handout. I’m just trying to help you!” He rose from his seat to stare you down. “Why won’t you accept my help?”

A pang in your chest. “Why do you care, Billy?” Your voice had started to tremble. “Why do you care how I do? Why would you willingly sacrifice so much to help me? You just care SO MUCH, don’t you?”

You buried your face in the palms of your hands. Wherever these sudden bursts of emotions had come from, you didn’t know. All you knew was that you felt ridiculous, in your huge green dress, weeping like a child in front of Billy.

You felt his warm hands wrap around you. “I can’t tell you why I care. But I just do.”

“You need to think about yourself too.” Your words came out muffled from behind your hands.

You started wiping your tears hastily and smearing mascara everywhere.

“Look.” You spoke before Billy could get a word in. “I… care about you too.”

Your words not only took Billy by surprise but you as well.

“I get that you’re just wanting to help me, or just trying to apologize. But, what about you? You need the mo-”

“I have money, (Y/N). This isn’t my third or fourth heist.” Billy scratched the back of his neck. “Unlike you.”

You were sitting on the fence here. You needed the money. The other million would help you out SO much. You just didn’t want Billy to lose so much to do so.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Answer the question yourself.” He merely sat back on the bench and stared out at the city. “Will the extra million help you?”

Silence once more. You, wondering if you can accept his offering. Him, wondering how else he can convince you to take the money. And he cared too much to give in.

“If I’m the reason why you’re not accepting the money, you have nothing to worry about. I have money from previous heists.” He suddenly turned to you. “Please don’t tell me it’s because of your pride or some other stupid thing?”

You paused to think. “And you are still working with the crew?”

“Yes.”

“You swear you have money from prior heists and the Blasé.”

“I have money from prior heists, I swear.”

His eyes watched as you bit down on lip in uncertainty, as you licked your lips to wet them. Your nose scrunched in concentration, weighing the pros and cons.

“Alright.” You started to speak. “If you really don’t mind… I’ll take the money.”

His fists thrust up in victory.  "Final-“

“On the condition that I will pay you back.”

Shrugging, he accepted your terms. “Only after you get out of that financial rut.”

A warm feeling spread in your chest. “I guess I owe you another thanks?”

“Love, you look like a raccoon.”

“Excuse me?” His comment was like whiplash on your sincere words. “I’m trying to…”

“The uh…” He playfully laughed, gesturing at the area around your eyes. “Mascara?”

“Fuck.” You rubbed at it, not succeeding to get it off at all. “Just…”

“It’s okay. You still look nice.”

“Sweet talk won’t get you anywhere, bugger.”

“You say that.” He put down his now empty beer bottle. “But I can see you biting back that grin.”

You chug down the rest of your beer to avoid his eye contact, slamming your bottle down next to his the moment you were done.

And then it was quiet again. You’ve said what you had come here to say. What else could you do? Just stare out at the magnificent view, then. Both you and Billy’s hands still lingering on the beer bottles in between.

It was comfortable, the silence. Not at all awkward like you had thought it would be. The glass bottle was still slightly cold, despite being taken out of the fridge some time ago.

Billy’s fingers were a sudden contrast to the bottle when they brushed against yours. You jumped slightly but said nothing. You, for some reason, didn’t need to think twice of what to do. You merely smiled to yourself as you returned his grasp.

Your fingers intertwine, ignoring the bottles now. Both pairs of eyes stared straight forward, and neither one spoke. But all the solace you needed was the comforting graze of his thumb over yours, just like he had done during the gala.  

Your pointer finger just tapped rhythmically against the back of his hand, not knowing what to do.

His hand was so big it almost engulfs yours. His palm was as rough as it looked. And his fingers? Thick enough to make your mind wander, and your cheeks flush. Biting down on your lip, you suppress those thoughts.

Your head tilts in his direction, to see that his emerald orbs were already gazing at you.

“Hi.” He whispered.

Was it the wind? Was it the cold night? Was it the way he spoke it? Because whatever it was sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“Hi.” You smiled back.

With only the lone streetlight, you could barely see your surroundings. But even in the dark, you could see how intently and adoringly he studied you. The pupils of his eyes were dilated.

Heads inching closer and closer until your foreheads touched, and you could feel his ragged breath on your lips. They were hot. No words now. None of you dared to make a whimper.

It started softly. A teasing brush with just a bit of pressure. Like a dragonfly grazing the surface of the water, testing the waters. You could feel his lips curve up in a smile against yours.

How soft they were.

His lips were tender on yours, like he was mapping out every little curve. His arm dared to come up to cup your cheek as he continued to caress your mouth with his lips.

But the longer it went on, the more desperate and more passionate it got. It went from fleeting butterflies in your stomach to fireworks exploding and going off. His hands explored the curves of your body accentuated by your dress, while your hands made their home in his blond locks, gripping.

A moan escaped you when he bit down particularly hard. You pressed harder against his mouth in encouragement.

He took that as an invitation and parted your lips. You could taste the alcohol from the beer and champagne the two of you had been drinking. It was…intoxicating.

You couldn’t think straight. All you knew was that you wanted more. The heat between your legs demanded more.

You moved your leg to straddle him, but you had forgotten what sat between the two of you.

The two beer bottles fell to the pavement with a deafening crash, big glass shards shattering apart. The sound reverberated in the silent night and forced you and Billy out of your trances.

And both of you just stared at each other, frozen. You, caught halfway between a straddle, must have been quite the spectacle. Billy’s breath hitched in his throat, staring at the lipstick smeared and snogged all over your lips. He shifted uncomfortably.

He was the first to make a move- he shoved you off him. You flinched when he pushed you back into the bench, feeling your heart squeeze tightly in your chest.  

Puzzled, you watched as he squatted down to clean up the glass shards. A mixing pot of emotions brewed in your gut.

Frustration. Confusion. Rejection.

And they all felt ugly.

Why’d he pushed you off like that?

You watched bewilderingly from the bench. He couldn’t even face you right now? His back the only thing you could see, with the way he was positioned.

You’re starting to remember how you look. The black mess of mascara around your eyes. Both of you panting as if you had just run a mile. Your hair was probably a bird’s nest right now.

Though Billy’s hair wasn’t looking any better. You silently ran your eyes over the job you had done, your cheeks turning a deeper shade of red when you recall the feeling of his hair between your fingers.

You felt your thighs clench.

Not the right time, (Y/N)!

“I’m sorry.” Billy suddenly spoke, standing up. He had taken the big shards of glass in his hand carefully. He breezed past you without meeting your eye and threw out the glass in a rubbish bin nearby.

Why was he sorry?

“Come on. I’ll give you a ride home.” His voice was strained. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Was he ashamed?

But you didn’t want to say anything either. You just got into the car with him and looked out the window, disappointed with how the night turned out. You had hoped that…

Never mind.

If you and Billy ever decide to talk about it, maybe you could blame it on the alcohol. It was certainly a factor. One too many flutes of champagnes, and the beer, you’d say. You could taste it on him, he could taste it on you.

The two of you may be sat next to each other in the car, but emotionally no one’s ever felt this distant.

Billy looked over at you. The dress and your messy bun had your back exposed to him. You hadn’t bothered to tidy up your hair.

A trail of barely visible nail marks had appeared along your spine, no doubt thanks to Billy. He didn’t know how he felt about that. Only that the front of his pants had felt tighter and he had to shift in his seat to feel more comfortable.

Sitting in the dreadfully silent car, you could only wonder two things.

1. How would the night have gone if the bottles hadn’t been knocked over?

2. How far would the two of you have gone?

But those questions weren’t meant to be answered. The night took a wildly different turn. He had decided to shove you off him.

And that hurt you more than you cared to admit.

A sense of dread washed over you as the car pulled into your apartment. The car came to a stop. Your grip on your purse tightened. What now?

Is he expecting you to leave right away? Perhaps you should say something. Something that had been bugging you.

“Billy,” Your voice came out weaker than you had expected, but it was enough to gauge his attention. “I hope you don’t think I only kissed you because you gave me money.”

“NO! No! I wasn’t thinking that.” He was nervous, fingers twiddling while he wracked his brain for something to say.

You dared to meet his eyes. They were wide with anxiety.

“Can I walk you back to your apartment?”

—

It feels like ages ago since the two of you were in this elevator together, though it has only been a few hours, earlier in the day.

While previously the two of you could successfully diffuse the tension, this time it was too much. Both your minds kept drifting back to the heated make-out session, too flustered to say anything. You tried to focus on anything other than the ache between your legs.

You did your best to ignore Billy, who kept changing his stance, visibly uncomfortable.

You could have sworn that you thought Billy had the same feelings. That’s why you dared to go all in. But… he had pushed you off. Rather quickly too. Now everything’s become so painfully awkward.

“I’ll be back next week, okay?”

His voice sounded so loud in the small elevator.

“W-Why?”

“I’m going to give you the money.”

“Okay right.” You tilted your head curiously. “A week?”

“It’s going to take me a few days to get it to the proper pawn shops. I can’t sell the entire thing all at once. Too much suspicion.”

“Okay.”

“And it’s going to be in cash only.”

“Why…?”

“Cash is less traceable.”

“Oh okay.”

Dear God. Were ‘why’ and ‘okay’ the only words you could muster? You need a good slap.

From Bil- no.

You crossed your legs. You can see the unmistakable blush on your cheeks from the reflection. He could see it too.

“I’ll call you, okay?”

“What?!” Your exclamation was a tad too loud. Billy looked at you as if you had grown a second head.

“To keep you updated…?”

“O-Oh, yes. Of course.”

Gosh. 'Painstakingly awkward’ couldn’t even begin to describe the mood. Hurry! Come on!!!!

A silent breath of relief escaped you when the 'ding!’ of the elevator was finally heard. One second later and you would’ve combusted from the tension.

You bunch up your dress in your arms and trudge out the small space, Billy following closely behind.

You unlocked your door and suddenly you didn’t know what to do. Would inviting him in be too weird? Perhaps you should just bid your goodbyes. Or say anything. Thank him? Yes, probably.

“Thank you. Again.” You let out a nervous laugh, which he hesitantly returned. “For the uh… 2 million.”

“Yes, you’re welcome. Not a big deal.” Pursing his lips, he briefly scanned your person. “And the earrings. Hopefully, you’ll keep them?”

“Oh! Of course. Yes. Thank you.”

And both of you just nodded like two idiots in the doorway of your apartment. You cringed inwardly. Now what?

“Hey, I’m quite tired… So uh.” You tapped on the door, mentally slapping yourself. God! What was that lame sentence?

“Okay, I’ll just leave you alone then.” Ouch. You looked anywhere but his person. “I’ll call you. Text you. Uh, whatever you prefer.”

“Yeah, I… thank you! Goodnight!” And you swung the door shut, praying that you didn’t come off as too insincere or rude. Because right now, you only had one thing on your mind.

“Fuck sake.” You whispered under your breath. “What was that?” You were bumbling and mumbling around like a shy schoolgirl talking to her crush, which was very unlike you! You’d rather not know how much you had been blushing.

But you knew your foggy mind was a result of something other than your nerves. You knew quite well what it was.

“Bloody wanker.” You cursed, finally giving in.

You made a beeline for the bathroom, fingers fumbling desperately with the zipper of your dress. If you had opened the door any harsher, it would’ve come right off its hinges.

Your dress pooled at your feet and you kicked it off hurriedly as you entered your small bathroom. Stopping just for a second to gawk and laugh at your reflection in the mirror. You did look like a raccoon, one that just had a heavy make-out session, that is.

You managed to wipe off your makeup in record time and hop in the shower.

Sighing loudly when the hot water from the showerhead hits your body, you lean against the other side of the wall. Not that it made much of a difference. The shower area was pathetically small, just enough room for you to spread one of your arms. How luxurious right?

Well, it was the apartment that you could afford. But now you’d have enough money to get out of this hovel. And you owed it all to one person.

It wasn’t just the hot water that was warming you up. Your mind kept drifting back to the hill. How hot and bothered you had become. How riled up you still are now.

Your fingers swiped over your lips, applying just the smallest amounts of pressure. His kiss still lingered on your lips, the fading taste of alcohol on the tip of your tongue.

Your finger trailed down between your breasts and along the curves of your figure. You could remember his starved touch, how the caress of his large hands left an ache between your legs. Oh, how you wanted to satiate it.

Your hand sneaked down to where you wish his had gone.

A strangled gasp escaped you as soon as you brushed your sensitive bud. That’s how pent up you were. Your cheeks reddened, because all you could think of was what he would say if he were here.

“So needy.” He would tease. “All for me.”

The hand on your lips inched up to your hair, gripping hard. If it were him, how hard would he pull? How far would he go?

You let your imagination ran wild. Your finger rubbed small circles on your clit, and you imagined it was his thick and large fingers instead of yours. His body would be pressed against yours, pressing you harder into the wall. His lips would be by your ear, asking you how good you felt, before they continued to make red marks down your neck.

Then his lips would trail down to your chest, his hot breath igniting the nerves of your skin before he wraps his plump lips around your nipple, sucking the sweet moans out of you.

“Count for me, love?” His already deep voice would be an octave deeper. The tip of his middle finger pressed lightly against your entrance. It sent jolts of electricity up your spine.

He slowly inserted the first finger, dragging out the feeling so you can take it in. It earned a whiny moan from you.

“O-One…” You breathed out.

His middle finger began to thrust in and out, his thumb still playing with your swollen bud. Your gasps and moans were music to his ears.

“Ready for more?” He grinned wickedly. His index finger came into play and yet another eager whimper escaped you. His fingers curled up in a come-hither motion, curling against the spot that has your toes curling.

“TwO- FUCK!” You bite down on your lip, hard. You were loud. Your free hand goes up to clamp your mouth while his fingers continue to pump in and out of you rhythmically.

“No, no.” He suddenly says, his other hand letting go of your hair to move to your jaw. He pulls away your hand covering your mouth. “Let me hear you.”

And so you did, staring straight into his greens while he soaks up every sweet moan and curse from you.

Then he added his third finger, adding onto the thickness, filling you up more. A loud cry left your lips from deep within your throat at the additional friction.

“You can take it?”

You just nod in reaction, desperately grinding against his fingers as a sign for more. He took in your response with a lick of his lips.

He began to quicken the pace of his pumps, and the pace of his thumb around your bud. You just hope you didn’t wake the neighbors as your head threw back in ecstasy, loud pants and moans filling the small room.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” He groaned. “Such a good girl.”

Your eyes shut tightly as your mind clouded over. You couldn’t keep them open when you started to reach your high.“

"Are you gonna cum for me?” He asked, placing kisses on the tips of your chest. “Let me hear it. Let the whole floor hear you.”

You could see yourself on the small mirror of the other side of the wall. Your full breasts rising and falling, chest heaving. Your head against the wall while your jaw slacked wide open with filthy moans. You, chasing your high and getting off to imagination.

In the mirror, you see a glint of green through a blur of tears. The emerald earrings, still on your ears. You had forgotten to take them off. It turned you on further.

“Come on.” He says. “Scream my name.”

The pace on your clit quickens, the shine of the emeralds egged you on. All of it sent you over the edge. You couldn’t hold back your loud cry when you reached your toe-curling, back-arching orgasm. Your vision is white and eyes were squeezed shut, but you could still see his eyes savoring you as you fell apart.

“BILLY!” You moaned hard, knees buckling as you gasp for breath through your high.

“Good girl.” You barely hear his whisper through the muffled ring in your ears. You couldn’t feel anything besides the intensity between your legs.

But it ended sooner than you had hoped, and the feeling ended within a matter of seconds. You’re left to lean against the wall for balance while you blink away the white spots of pleasure, chuckling quietly at what you just did.

You steadied yourself with your arms. Your fingers were starting to cramp up.

It was suddenly so quiet, with just the sound of the water hitting your skin and the tiles. It felt so solitary, so empty. There hadn’t been a blond hunk that fingered you to orgasm. Oh, but wouldn’t it be nice if there had been?

You pumped a few blobs of shampoo into your palm, massaging it into your hair. Your reflection stared back at you. And so did the earrings.

Maybe... Just maybe... And you admit it.

You walked a few steps in front of the mirror, gazing at the emeralds. You smiled fondly.

Maybe you fancied Billy.

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[asleepinawell]

End Of The Year Writing Roundup

artists do their end of the year posts with highlights from each month and, since i had a really productive writing year, i wanted to do something similar for my writing

As a note, I talk about how much I wrote quite a bit because I’m very proud of the amount of content I produced, BUT I do not in any way, shape, or form think that quantity = quality or that writers who put out a lot of content are better. I judge my own writing pretty harshly to myself and a lot of my best writing is actually shorter pieces. Good to keep in mind!

Highlights of 2019:

--I broke one million words posted on ao3! (posted ever, not 1 mil in 2019 that would be nuts). 916,677 of those words were shoot fics.

--The ao3 stats list me having written 389,262 words this year, but that is inaccurate. The stat includes the full word count for every fic I added to, even if most of it was written a different year. I was too lazy to figure out exact numbers but I think it was probably closer to 280k. That’s a lot!

--Machina (a fantasy au) was the longest thing I wrote (only 3 chapters were from 2018) though sadly I did not finish it this year as I’d hoped (an unfortunate amount of vampire smut was written instead oops)

--The Lighthouse Keeper was almost definitely my favorite piece I worked on this year. I wrote it in a 2-day hyperfocused haze and I was super pleased with how it turned out. Also learned a ton of cool but probably useless facts about lighthouses. Through Dark Waters was my next fav. They have a very similar aesthetic in some ways.

Jan-March: 11 chapters of Machina

April-June: Through Dark Waters (my poi dishonored au) + 1 more chapter of Machina

July-August: Force Outcasts (my poi star wars au), Disentanglement one-shot, a chapter of Feedback Loops, The Lighthouse Keeper (lovecrafty gothic fic)

Sept-Nov : 6 more chapters of Machina, a chapter of Feedback Loops, Once Bitten Twice Gay (the first of the vampire fics)

Dec: A fic for shoot secret santa, and FOUR more vampire fics

Conclusions:

I wrote a lot of E-rated content this year wow what happened

I got fond of writing shorter (under 20k other than one exception) fics in full before posting them which is a departure from how I usually write

I started using reference materials a lot more while writing. Mostly in the form of finding pictures of places, clothes, weapons, aesthetics to help me internalize a mood or describe something better

In 2020 one of my goals is actually to write less and read more. I tend to stop reading (and doing anything else) when I’m writing a lot and when I go back and crack open a book it’s like feeling my mind stretch and wake up. I strongly believe that reading is one of the best ways to get good at writing and also my reading backlog is terrifying

Maybe also I will finally revisit Neon and Dust in 2020 

I was trying to find some favorite lines I wrote but most of them make no sense out of context. nonetheless, they are almost all humor of some sort. This one may really be my favorite though:

So it’s been a great writing year and I want to say thank you to everyone who read/liked/reblogged/commented/kudoed! Here’s links to the fics I wrote this year:

Machina - shoot fantasy au (almost done i swear) Through Dark Waters - poi dishonored au Force Outcasts - poi star wars au Disentanglement - one-shot fic about root and identity Homecomings - chapter of feedback loops of shoot enthusiastically welcoming each other home Touch - chapter of feedback loops that’s basically just about how gay root’s last braincell is The Lighthouse Keeper - new england gothic/lovecrafty poi au  Winter Mystery - cute one-shot for secret santa Shoot Vampire AU - series of fics with shaw as a vampire

As a side note to this, since I also do content-creation in the form of gifs and edits:

96 poi gifsets in 2019!!!!! what the FUCK

34 poi edit stills

6 poi crack posts

A smattering of gifsets for other fandoms i’m too lazy to hunt them down

The great mystery of why I’m always exhausted is becoming clearer!

[bucky-sk-blog]

Rich (2)

〖Rich!Bucky Barnes AU x Fem!Reader〗

▷ request: @thelavender-softwitch // so…rich au…bucky x reader…ok…they’re both rich

▷ warnings: swearing, SOME FILTHY SMUT YEET

▷ summary: You come from Old Money drenched in blood. Spending your wealth at charities is how you return what your family took. At one, you stumble into James Buchanan Barnes, another wealthy kid who comes from an army family. He’s a little brash and fucked up and you’re just the bit of sweetness he needs.

▷ word count: 2,091

▷ chapters: 2/3; one

▷ a|n: this is all my wife’s fault–she’s obsessed with those rich ass people shows where they buy $73 mil homes <-- still her horny fault

>>>>>

-two years later-

"Bucky," you moaned.

He chuckled and lifted his head to give you a devilish grin. "Say that again, sweetheart."

You narrowed your eyes at him and swatted the back of his head. "Focus, Buchanan. We have to pick a house that normal people would pick."

Bucky sat up from laying on your legs and squishing them. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and carefully tucked you into his side. This was perfect to him. He got his girl and now she was going to buy a white-picket fence house with him. God, he thought, everything's perfect.

You let out a little squeak and shoved the tablet in his face. "BUCKY LOOK!"

He laughed at your excitement and pulled off the tablet that was his plastered to his face. Bucky saw the quaint suburban home and nodded. "This is amazing, baby. Good job finding it." He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead and a faint blush blossomed on your cheeks.

A year after meeting him at a charity event and you were married to the stubborn butthead. It was funny proposing to him. You knew he wanted to but he was scared—something you learned quickly was that for all the confidence Bucky flaunted, he was skittish. So you bought him a sparkly ring pop—the red one because cherry was his favorite flavor, according to him, since he loved watching you make knots with cherry stems in your mouth—and got down on one knee while you were both stuck at a gas station in the middle of Iowa.

Bucky zoomed in on the image of the house and placed a bet that nobody else could hope to beat. You both used the money you had but something you had agreed on was trying to make clean money and definitely leaving your families' businesses. Bucky had said that he didn't want to raise a family with his and you felt much the same. So you decided to play house and live like ordinary people.

Who each made a million a month and owned a private island.

Ordinary stuff.

"Y/n," Bucky hummed. He showed you a picture of one of the rooms in the house. It was painted blue with a cradle and rocking chair—a nursery.

You froze. You hadn't actually thought that Bucky would look through the images. A baby was something you'd always wanted but you were going to take your time, figure out a way to tell him. He'd never expressed wanting to be a dad just yet and that had worried you but you knew you'd both figure it out—you guys always figured it out.

"Baby?" He murmured, setting the tablet down and cupping your cheeks. "Y/n, what's wrong?"

He'd make a great dad, you thought. Always intuitive, always so soft.

"I. . .I want to have a baby, Buck," you admitted with a tiny voice.

"Really?" He breathed and pulled away.

This is it, you thought. He's going to want a divorce now. He didn't party all the time but having a kid would no parties at all. You didn't want to take that outlet from him but. . .you were also ready to have your own little nugget of joy.

"I'm sorry, James," you murmured.

He cupped your cheeks again and tilted your head up so you'd look at him. His baby blue eyes were glistening and he had those happy crinkles at the sides of his eyes while he flashed his perfect teeth in a heart-shattering smile. "Hell yes, I want babies."

You kissed him roughly as giggles erupted from within. Bucky gripped your waist and pulled you into his lap. His fingers moved around to your backside and gave the soft flesh a gentle squeeze as his tongue dominated your mouth. You moaned against his lips and ground your hips into his lap. Bucky groaned something sinful and began kissing your neck, leaving sweet little bruises as he explored the expanse of your skin.

"Fuck me, Buchanan," you breathed against his ear as you felt him harden beneath you.

"Shit, baby." He pressed his forehead against yours already panting as you moved your hips faster, wanting friction to soothe the ache building. Bucky suddenly tightened his grip on your hips and kept you from moving. "What did you call me?" He growled.

You smirked as you saw the playful lust dancing around his eyes. "Buchanan," you teased.

He stood abruptly and tossed you over his shoulder. A slight chuckle left him as you squeaked. He smacked your ass hard enough to leave a mark as red radiated from the area. You loved the feeling and wiggled your butt to lure him into doing it again. He didn't until you got to your bedroom where he promptly tossed you into the bed. Before you could even get out one witty remark, Bucky had you flipped onto your belly and was by your side smacking your ass again.

"What do you call me, baby-doll?" He growled and raised his hand again.

You laughed and wiggled your butt again. "Sir."

Bucky rubbed his face and he sighed. "Fuck, y/n." He laughed a bit, a small deep chuckle that left you in a puddle. His hands massaged your backside as he spoke to you. "Do you want me to fuck you, baby? Do you want Sir's cock? Want me to fuck you until you can't walk?"

The way he growled out those wards was a promise. He was going to keep you in that bedroom until he fucked you every way possible. "Please, sir, can I have your cock?"

He rolled you onto your back and spread your legs, kneeling between your thighs. "Little Minx," he muttered as he pulled one of your legs onto his shoulder and left a soft kiss on your inner-thigh.

"Bu—Sir," you moaned and Bucky bit your thigh lightly. He set your leg back on the bed and slipped his fingers into the hem of your fuzzy pajama shorts. You watched him pull off your bottoms and panties at the same time. He stared absolutely entranced by what he found. You held your breath as he lowered himself onto the bed, his warm breath fanning over your sex.

Bucky kissed closer to where you needed him and you started squirming impatiently. "Easy, baby," he murmured looking up to meet your lust-blown eyes, "or I'll stop." His lips ghosted over yours as his left hand began spreading them, revealing how wet you were already—the product of his teasing. Bucky slipped one finger inside of you as his lips quickly met your clit and began sucking the little nub for all its worth. You gasped at the sensation as he opened you wider with a third finger roughly moving in and out of you. His slicked fingers began curling and uncurling as they went deeper. You gripped the sheets and bucked your hips wanting more.

"Stop," Bucky warned and put his other arm over your waist to hold you still. He pumped his fingers faster causing you to almost scream from the sensitive spot he was hitting.

A tight feeling tugged at the pit of your stomach and you began mewling and thrashing. "Please, can I cum?" You begged with a desperate moan accenting the call.

Bucky released your clit from between his lips and stared down at you. "How do you ask, baby?"

You made a call that mixed between a groan and a moan. "Please, sir!"

Bucky curled his fingers inside you and pumped them vigorously against your sweet spot. "Cum," he ordered and immediately sucked any remaining restraint you had from your clit as he nipped and wrapped his lips around it.

You screamed holy names from the sin you were committing. Gripping his hair, you pulled and kept him from leaving your pussy as you rode out your orgasm on his face. Your body was shaking as warm shivers shot through your veins. "Yes, sir! More, sir! Fuck, sir!" You were pleading for it to never stop as you felt his fingers slip out of you and his tongue take their place. You swore you saw black clouding your vision as your eyes rolled back.

"Y/n?" Bucky cooed. "C'mon back, baby, I'm not finished with you yet."

Bucky was laying next to you, his head propped up on his right arm while the hand that was tattooed to look like a metal limb rubbed your stomach.

You smiled up at him lazily and curled into his chest that you quickly realized was bare. "I love you," you hummed.

He nearly snorted as he scoffed. "You're just using me because I can make you cum, that it?" You looked up and saw him wearing a goofy smirk.

Licking your lips, you pushed him back onto the bed and straddled his hip. With slow, teasing movements, you pulled off your shirt to reveal nothing beneath the thin fabric. Bucky was nibbling on his lip and you could feel the tension building in him as he kept his hand to himself for the time being. Your hand came up to your breasts and you began rubbing them, pinching your nipples, and moving your hips slowly.

"Don't tease me, baby," Bucky growled and elicited a soft moan from you as he smacked your butt.

You slid down his legs and tugged at the zipper of his jeans. You loved being pressed between his thighs—they had to be your favorite part about him, all thick and strong and kept him ramming into you for days. You licked up the front of his pants causing him to curse. Much faster, you freed him of his pants (with a bit of his help). Your full attention went to his cock. Your cock. Yours to own, to fuck.

It was already hard, throbbing against his stomach just waiting for your lips. You gripped the base and dragged your tongue up the vein that stood out on the bottom of his cock. Once you reached his tip, you wrapped your lips around it and gently dragged your teeth over the sensitive head.

Bucky took a handful of your hair and jerked your head up to look at him. He was staring at you with a smirk that made the slick wetness gathering at your core start dripping onto your bed. "Are you teasing me, baby?" He questioned and without waiting for an answer he released you. "Get on all fours. Now," he ordered.

You obeyed without a single comment and watched from the corner of your eye as he pumped his cock while positioning himself behind you.

"Do you know what bad girls get?" He paused and let his fingers drag up your sopping cunt causing you to shiver in anticipation. "Fucked." He abruptly thrust into you and you fell forward onto your forearms. His rough movements reached deep into you, filling you to the brim. Your eyes fluttered closed as he pumped himself in and out and in and out. You were losing your goddamn mind as your pussy clenched around his cock. Bucky's thrusts faltered from the tightness and he let out a deep moan your name dripping off his tongue "y/n."

The tension built in your core as Bucky's hand slipped between your thighs and began rubbing your clit with all he had. "I need to go cum, sir!"

Bucky leaned over your back as he rutted into you, his teeth grazing your shoulder. "A little bit longer, baby," he promised.

You thought you were tearing the sheets from the force of your grip as you felt his thrusts become erratic. His cock was dragging along your sweet spot with ferocity and finally, Bucky gave you the order. "Cum." You broke apart under him as he slowed his thrust which his hot cum poured into you. "Fuck, baby. I love you."

Once you and him stopped shaking, stopped cumming and could breathe, Bucky slipped out of your sore hole and pulled you into his arms. He pressed gentle little kisses all over your face.

You giggled and accepted them. "Do you have an impregnating kink, James?" You teased.

"Only for you, baby." Bucky winked and you could see he thought he was so clever.

You rolled your eyes and kissed him gently. "That was so not smooth, Buchanan."

Bucky rolled his eyes and smacked your butt. "Shut up, I just fucked you senseless."

You wiggled your eyebrows at him. "Want to keep making babies?"

He was already spreading your legs before you finished. "Fuck yes."

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Carly and Griffin’s Belle Meade Plantation wedding

“I’ll give you the moon.” For a couple who wasn’t very interested in a wedding theme, Carly and Griffin sure picked an awesome one for their big day at Belle Meade Plantation. It’s a Wonderful Life served as inspiration to the bride during trying times and as inspiration for the details of their day including a large calligraphy banner by Olive Juice Press with the famous movie quote. Event planning and design was by Kelly Dillinger Events and stunning pink and red florals were by Rosemary & Finch and Christy Wilson Photography  was on hand to capture it all.

What made the wedding special and unique?

What made our wedding unique is that we made it to it. Kidding, sort of. Griffin and my love story is full of ups and downs. Mainly downs and more downs, in our case, though. Our relationship started with him knowing that I was not in a healthy place and I hadn’t been so in a long time. I’ve struggled a lot with my health for years and he knew that right away coming into it. He was like a breath of fresh spring time air in the dead of winter. He stepped right into not just my life at a moment when I needed him, but also when my parents needed him. They had been taking off time from work because every few days I was needing to go to an appointment with the doctor or to treatments. He took a large burden off my family. He was a blessing not just to me but to my family. For the first 5 ½ years this unique love story it was like we were trying to constantly push a boulder up a hill, through multiple issues. We take care of each other. We always have and always will. We truly have lived out and shown our vows to each other before even our wedding day. What made my wedding day special and unique? That day I got to marry my guardian angel and not everyone gets to do that.

Tell us about the gown and where/how you found it!

The day I went to get my dress wasn’t a really exciting experience it was more of an overwhelming experience. I decided to take only my mom and my future mother-in-law. I was never ever one of those brides who wanted attention. We only went to one store when we were looking for my dress, Olia Zavozina. Every dress was beautiful, every dress had something special, and every dress kept coming and coming. I got overwhelmed. I didn’t know how to do this, my anxiety was off the wall and I had a terrible anxiety attack. I knew what I wanted but I couldn’t figure out how to tell them. I don’t think I could have made it through it without my MIL. She stepped up and helped me through it. She made it easier for me to show the ladies of Olia what I saw myself wearing on my day and after I was able to sit down with those fabulous ladies at Olia Zavozina to design with them exactly what I always dreamed of.

What were some touches added to make the wedding personal?

It’s A Wonderful Life has never been just a Christmas movie in our house. It’s been my favorite movie for as long as I can remember. When I became sick I saw the movie in a different way. It meant something different to me. Griff knew this and we’d put it on every time I was having an anxiety attack and needed to calm down or my depression was bad. Many, many, many sick days were spent watching that movie. I would sometimes question Griff as to why he would want to be with someone like me. Someone sick and broken and he would just reply, “I’ll give you the moon.” When our wedding came around we were pretty set on the fact that our wedding wouldn’t have a wedding theme but somehow we ended up having an It’s A Wonderful Life wedding. We were able to tie in personal touches in the groom’s cake. We recreated the cross stitch Mary goes for George, but George didn’t lasso the moon, Griffin lassoed it. Around my bouquet I had water colored onto silk, “I’ll give you the moon” and behind our wedding cake we had custom water colored backdrop with the quote, “What is it you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Say that’s a pretty good idea. I’ll give you the moon.” In the movie George learns to remember that no man is a failure who has friends. I was marrying my best friend and it’s true he’s kept his promise. He still always gives me the moon.

What was the most memorable part of the day?

How do you pick just one moment from such a perfect day? But it was hands down the first dance. When we first started dating I was playing him a song by my favorite band of all times, Big Star, when one song came on. Thirteen, it was simple, it was perfect. We both just looked at each other and knew that it was our song. Naturally it was our first dance song. After having been so overwhelmed with the wedding ceremony that moment looking into the eyes of the man I love dancing and singing every word to each other. For us at that moment no one else was even there. I’m not even entirely sure we were dancing with the music at times.

Tell us how you met and became engaged.

Griff and I met his senior year of college. Fall of 2008 we both started as freshmen at Belmont University in Nashville, Tennessee. Our two dorms shared a lobby, but we never met. At the end of the first semesters we both went to a mutual friend’s birthday party at P.F. Chang’s and we sat at different tables, so we still never met.  Fast forward 3 years to the day, we FINALLY met at that same friend’s birthday party. I showed up early to vacuum. I was in my sweatpants; an extra large ‘I love Qdoba’ tshirt, zero makeup, a messy bun, and I can’t 100% promise that I was wearing deodorant at that exact moment. Our friend went around the kitchen table introducing me to everyone. But he completely skipped over introducing me to Griffin, who was sitting the of everyone at the table. So, Griffin stood up and introduced himself to me and asked if I was coming back for the party later (uh, of course I was, he was a cutie.) A few hours later I showed back up for the birthday party looking, of course, as hot as possible. He asked me out for the next night and I said, “ ABSOLUTELY”!

We got engaged on our 4th anniversary. It was, well, not a dream. It was actually entirely the way that for 4 years prior to that day I had told him over and over that I never, ever, EVER want to be proposed to. Opryland Hotel at Christmas. I love Christmas but growing up in Nashville my whole life I’ve always hated those proposals I had seen there a million times over the years there. On our 4th anniversary he books us a room at the Opryland Hotel, we got there and the room wasn’t ready just yet so they gave us a buzzer and said they would page us as soon as it was ready. We sat in the lobby for 4 hours waiting on our room. Our room had been ready 10 minutes after they had first told us they would page us when it was ready. They just forgot about us and as their gift they updated our room to a suite. I wouldn’t call it an ideal suite our room was right at the entrance of the bridge into the main area of the hotel and our curtains wouldn’t close all the way so all night we  had light shining right on us into the room. We were getting ready for dinner when Griff goes, “I can’t take this anymore.” He stormed to his bag and pulled out the ring, almost got onto his knee to ask, pops up and tries to put the ring on my finger. It didn’t fit. His anxiety was so high from worrying about proposing that he couldn’t make it out to dinner. So we spent our engagement dinner eating $15 cold grilled cheese and watching Bob’s Burgers. 2 weeks later I got my ring back from being resized and I put it on myself. It was not the proposal any girl dreams of but I got the man of my dreams so it was well worth it.

Photography: Christy Wilson Photography // Planning: Kelly Dillinger Events // Stationery & Calligraphy: Simply Jessica Marie  / Olive Juice Press // Florals: Rosemary & Finch // Venue: Belle Meade Plantation // Dress: Olia Zavozina // Videography: Matt G Video // Makeup: MHD Beauty // Cake: Dulce Desserts // Lighting: Bright Event Productions // Catering: Flavor Catering // Rentals: Southern Events / 12th Table  / Rentals: Please Be Seated // Linens: BBJ Linens // Band: 12 South Band

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LaVar Ball and his boys are here to alternate the arena

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LaVar Ball and his boys are here to alternate the arena

CHINO HILLS, Calif. — If you concept LaVar Ball sounded outrageous when he said his son Lonzo, a freshman point project at UCLA, is higher than Steph Curry, nicely, you have not heard whatever but.

                                                 LaVar Ball 

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“Again in my heyday, I might kill Michael Jordan one-on-one,’’ said Ball, the 49-yr-old basketball dad who’s 6-6 and 270 kilos and has a mouth to healthy his length. The elder Ball has spent his time touting his son as the next big thing in outrageous style (see: Curry comments) and trading verbal jabs with TNT analyst and ex-NBA superstar Charles Barkley.

The mouth was motoring in the course of a recent interview with United states of America Today Sports activities while LaVar Ball stood within the kitchen of his home here, approximately 35 miles east of la and heaven only knows how some distance from fact.

“I might simply Back (Jordan) in and lift him off the floor and contact a bad each time he fouls me once I do a soaring hook to the right or the left,” Ball said. “He can not stop me one-on-one. He higher makes each shot ’reason he can’t cross round me. He’s no longer rapid enough. And he can best make such a lot of shots outdoor before I make each bucket beneath the rim.” It’s really worth noting that Ball played basketball for the Washington Kingdom at some stage in the 1987-88 season and averaged 2.2 points, 2.3 rebounds a sport earlier than shifting to Cal-State Los Angeles searching for extra playing time. Jordan, meanwhile, averaged 35 points and 5.five rebounds for the Chicago Bulls that equal season and is widely regarded because of the best player in basketball records.

“Now in a sport of five-on-5, (Jordan) might do a little damage, however, I’m going to perform a little harm too,’’ Ball added.

Air Jordan vs. Warm Air is how the critics may bill the sort of showdown, now not that Ball minds the tag. Look — and pay attention — for him when the NCAA event starts of evolved this week.

Billion-dollar boys

all through the interview, Ball additionally stated he is prepared to package Lonzo and his different sons — LiAngelo, an excessive school senior who has signed with UCLA, and LaMelo, a high faculty sophomore who has committed to UCLA — for an advertising cope with Nike, Adidas or beneath Armour.

“One billion greenbacks, it has to be there,” Ball said. “That’s our quantity, A billion, straight out of the gate. And also you don’t even give it to me all up to the front. give us $one hundred mils over 10 years.”

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The Ball boys already are using in fashion — as a minimum the 2 which have motive force’s licenses. Lonzo and LiAngelo each drive $a hundred,000 BMWs, said Ball, who is a self-employed private trainer and whose spouse, Tina, is a center school physical schooling trainer.

“To get my boys a little $100,000 automobile, that’s nothing,’’ he said. “I don’t need to pay for schooling. I’m saving over $1 million dollars.”

The math is sketchy. UCLA’s training for in-Nation residents is $34,000 a yr, meaning Ball may want to keep about $four hundred,000 if each of his sons stayed at UCLA for 4 years. Lonzo is anticipated to move pro after this season and is projected as a top-5 choose for the NBA draft.

in the meantime, Ball dismisses the belief that his comments could have a poor effect on Lonzo, a United states of America Nowadays Sports first-crew all-American who is averaging 14.6 factors, 7.7 assists and six.1 rebounds in keeping with the game.

“They try to twist him up,’’ Ball stated. “ ‘Ah, guy, your dad’s distracting you. What’s he doing? His dad ain’t out right here on the court without hula hoops going, Hey, make a shot through right here. That’s distraction.’ ”

Ball’s mouth and his sons’ fulfillment have become him right into a celeb. At UCLA’s normal season finale at Pauley Pavilion, as an example, he posed for as a minimum a dozen pix. Charles Barkley will not be among the ones inquiring for a selfie with Ball.

“I know you could be proud of your son,” Barkley told Carrying Information, “but at some point, it will become stupidity.”

Showing he may have a better hazard going mouth-to-mouth with Barkley than one-on-one with Jordan, Ball instructed Colin Cowherd of Fox Sports activities 1, “If Charles thought like me, perhaps he’d win a championship.”

And to America These days Sports activities, Ball stated, “You talking approximately a dad, me, that talks an excessive amount of? I recognize some of these dads aren’t even there. Alcoholics, drunks, awaiting their son to make it. Hurry up, son, we in poverty right now, hurry up.”

A brand new Ball sport

Reputedly there’s no hurry for the Ball boys. The own family lives in a five-bedroom residence with a pool nestled in a quiet community — quiet, this is, except LaVar Ball is exterior. He was in height from March 4 at Pauley Pavilion.

Standing out of doors of UCLA’s locker room after the Bruins’ seventh seven-68 victories over the Washington Kingdom, Ball greeted UCLA head coach Steve Alford in inimitable style.

“Steve Alford!” Ball boomed. “Hiya, man, you all proper? I were given some tissue for you.”

It became Senior Night, and Ball said he’d noticed tears in Alford’s eyes for the duration of the pregame right when Alford’s son Bryce, a senior guard, walked throughout the arena floor.

“To make me cry,’’ LaVar Ball stated, “you’ve got to hit me with a 2-by way of-4.”

The punchline brought about laughter from Ball’s entourage, and an exciting entourage its miles. The individuals include:

► Darren Moore, a circle of relatives buddy who LaVar stated he has paid to stay in Westwood this season and preserve tabs on Lonzo. Moore said he has attended every UCLA exercise and UCLA avenue game.

► A photographer and videographer chronicling the lifestyles of LaVar Ball and his boys for a capacity Television display.

► Alan Foster, a family friend who stated he’s helping develop a signature basketball shoe to be bought below the circle of relatives’ apparel line, huge Baller Emblem, that drew scrutiny from the NCAA.

at the internet website, bigballerbrand.Com, the family sells T-shirts for as a good deal as $60, hoodies for as plenty as $70 and hats for as tons as $a hundred. In February, LaVar stated, UCLA informed him he could need to remove a photograph of Lonzo from the website or else Lonzo’s eligibility could be at risk.

NCAA policies prohibit scholar-athletes from using their call or picture to put it on the market, advocate or promote immediately the sale or use of a business service or product of any type. And LaVar Ball, who stated UCLA changed into privy to the web page lengthy earlier than it asked for the image to be eliminated, turned into no longer pleased.

“I was going to inform them, huge Ballers style, see if you may cross win this (NCAA) match without my son,” Ball stated. “I stated, ‘Permit me to tell you guys something proper now, If I come down there, it ain’t going to be no complaints. I’m coming all the way down to get my son.’ And that’s after they changed into like, ‘LaVar, it wasn’t us. It become USC.’ ”

Tim Tessalone, USC’s Sports information director, confirmed USC contacted UCLA about the internet website online, however, said UCLA indicated it changed into aware about the problem and already working on it. On Saturday, the NCAA issued an announcement said it had labored with UCLA on the matter and no movement would be taken towards Lonzo.

‘He’s sort of boastful’

The son of a personal protection guard, Ball said he developed his brash way even as growing up in South Principal L. A.. And he stated he conceived of the idea of his personal Ball boys — three sons he would groom to be basketball stars — earlier than they have been conceived.

“You handiest need 3,” Ball said. “You want one down the middle and down the perimeters.’’

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He said he discovered his ideal companion in 1989 while he spotted his destiny wife, Tina, then a 6-1 basketball participant at Cal-Country La.

“I used to be one of the maximum famous dudes inside the school,” Ball said. “All the girls become like, ‘God dang, that’s the one that’s split with the green eyes.’ And Tina turned into like, ‘Good day, he’s form of smug.’

“when I first saw her strolling down the hall, I simply stopped and I stated, ‘I don’t know what I and you’ll do collectively, but we’re going to do something.’ ”

They gave delivery to the now-celebrated Ball boys.

“Glaringly his wife have to have fantastic skills,’’ cracked Kelvin Sampson, who coached Ball at Washington Country. “The element I bear in mind about LaVar is … he gave the look of King Kong out there.”

Even though less muscular than their father, the Ball boys are making almost as a great deal noise on the courtroom as LaVar Ball is off the court docket. This season, while Lonzo has set up himself as one of the pinnacle university games in the united states of America, LiAngelo scored 72 points in a game for Chino Hills in November and LaMelo topped that with ninety-two points in a recreation for Chino Hills in February.

Ball said his wife became unavailable to be interviewed, but he said she handles all of their son’s academic affairs and Ball takes care of athletics. He said he has coached the boys on account that they first started dribbling and, alongside the manner, matched them up against players as a good deal as seven years older than they were.

They were unstoppable, Ball stated, and could have been exceptional football games. In fact, Ball said Dennis Erickson, the previous football educates at Washington State, requested him to pop out for spring exercise and attempt out for the team as a good stop.