#and i decided to take a break from drawing

[lipglossanon]

Until the End

Real son!Leon S. Kennedy x real mom!reader (one shot)

Warnings: incest, dead dove, mom/son, simp Leon, cnc (reader’s “not” into it at first 😉), kissing, dirty talk, teasing, oral (f receiving), just the tip 😩, unprotected sex, creampie, mommy kink to the extreme

not proofread ✍️ it’s been a while since I’ve worked on anything so hopefully this doesn’t suck lmao the ending is just kinda meh

shoutout to the discord; I posted some of this WIP and they gave me the inspo to finish 🤭

title from the Breaking Benjamin song

It’s a quiet affair when you sign the divorce papers. Your husband—of twenty four years—deciding that he’d rather live overseas with his secretary instead of sticking it out; it’s not something you would have foreseen, but as they say hindsight’s always 20/20. It upset you at first but once the indignation died down, you realize you feel more relief than anything. Things have been strained for years and then in the last five, he’s barely been home long enough to chat about your days. 

The one who took it the hardest out of anyone is Leon. Your husband offered him a place to stay, but he chose to live with you (being a mama’s boy through and through). After his father left, Leon angrily refused to speak with him anymore and instead focused on his work and trying to pick up any slack around the house. Not that you hadn’t already been doing that for years, but it’s sweet of him to want to take care of you. 

He dotes on you now, making sure you’re eating and drinking and taking care of yourself. His friends tease him about it or rib him about having a milf (which you had the unfortunate chance to overhear as you walked into the living room). Meeting Leon’s mortified gaze, you smile tightly and walk through to the kitchen. He kicks them out and apologizes profusely to you, face buried in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your skin as he murmurs how sorry he is and promises it won’t happen again. 

Things go back to normal for a while. The absence of your husband is something you don’t even notice anymore. Leon is more than capable of moving out and living on his own, but he says it’s closer to work and easier to keep an eye on you if he lives at home. Besides, he told you with a serious face, he doesn’t have a girlfriend to make things awkward so for now you just need to chill out and let him take care of things. 

He gets a promotion at work, no longer relegated to being just a traffic cop, and you couldn’t be more proud! Your offer to take him out to a nice dinner gets turned down; in its place is an evening of take out and drinking. Since it’s the weekend, neither of you are worried about being hungover the next day, so you both end up drinking more than you usually would. 

Later, Leon walks with you from the dining room to the living room, each of you laughing at some silly joke that you can’t even remember. 

Settling together on the couch, he tucks into your side, face nuzzling against your neck like he used to do as a little boy. You giggle and run your hand through his hair. 

“You’re so sweet, Leon,” you murmur, “but aren’t you a little too old to be cuddling your mom?”

“Uh uh,” he whines, making you laugh harder, “always need you, mama.”

“Okay, okay,” you pat his head, slumping further into the couch, the alcohol buzzing through your veins, “my little boy’s all grown up.”

Feeling maudlin now at remembering that the passage of time waits for no one, you sniffle and it draws Leon’s attention.  

“What’s a’matter?” He mumbles, hazy blue eyes sharpening to see your tears, “mom?”

You smile and cup his cheek. Neither of you have shied away from physical affection; however, you remember on more than one occasion you thought Leon went overboard with cuddling and snuggling with you. Now that seems like a silly thought, he just missed you during his long hours on duty. 

“Nothing, just so proud of you,” you smile, dropping your hand to rub his shoulder. 

He kisses your cheek and you coo softly. Moving closer, he lands another soft kiss to the corner of your lips. Blaming it on the alcohol, a warm thrum of heat sings through your stomach. 

“Mama,” he whimpers, lips clumsily landing on yours. 

You freeze, body heavy and thoughts slow. Leon presses his mouth more firmly against yours and you gasp, lips parting under his and he eagerly kisses you harder. Whining, you try to tug your head away but he follows you, kisses becoming rougher while pressing you deeper against the couch. 

Your hands come up and tangle in his hair, but instead of pulling him back they scrape against his scalp, making him groan deliciously. He shifts, pulling away to tilt his head at a better angle before pressing another hot kiss against your lips. You sink into it, clit pulsing in arousal, mouth tingling from each sloppy kiss from your son.

Finally, you twist away, panting heavily while Leon rests his forehead against your jaw. 

“Mama, why’d you stop?” He presses a soft kiss under your ear, making you shiver.

“Leon, this—this isn’t right,” you plead, eyelashes fluttering as he nips and sucks your neck.

“Just this once,” he murmurs, lips dragging against your skin and sending chills down your body. “Let me show you how much I appreciate you, mommy.”

His words and actions are muddling your mind… and you’ve been lonely for so long. Swallowing, you breath out a shaky breath, mind made up.

“O-okay,” your body feels hot, muttering that out loud.

Moaning, he bites your jaw then kisses your cheek. “Thank you.”

He shows his appreciation by kissing the breath from your lungs; your son’s excitement ramps up your own, cunt pulsing with need as slick fills your panties. Wet, drugging kisses pass between you until you completely lose yourself to the feeling, making out with Leon until your lips are swollen. 

You jump, feeling his fingers trail along your thigh, slipping under your skirt and brushing against your panties.

“God, you’re so wet. Wanna bury my face in your pussy.”

You moan, and he teases your cunt through the soppy fabric.

“You can’t,” your hips grind down into his hand.

“Okay, promise I’ll behave,” he chuckles.

Without another word, he flips your skirt up and slips your panties down your legs to bunch at your ankles.

“Oh mommy,” he moans, fingers tracing your slit up and down before circling your clit, “your pussy’s so soft. Fuck me.”

Your hips buck and he bites his bottom lip, fingers rubbing up and down your pussy lips. 

“So, so soft,” he whispers, eyes glued to where his fingers are touching, “my stubble’s gonna feel so rough when I kiss her, mama.”

You whine high and reedy but shake your head, “No, no, this is all I’m allowing, Leon. You promised.”

“Just a kiss or two,” he murmurs, voice low and smoky, “she needs it, look how soft and sweet she is, just begging for my mouth. C’mon, mama, just let me have a couple of kisses.”

Your resolve cracks at his pleading. 

“Just a couple, then we stop,” you try to sound firm but your voice comes out breathier than you’d like. 

“Mmhmm, thank you, mama,” he kisses the side of your cheek then the corner of your lips.

You feel a little disappointed that he stops to kneel between your legs. He brings his hands up to spread apart your cunt, slick dripping from your hole as his mouth hovers over your mound. 

“Oh fuck, mom,” Leon whines, tongue lapping at your clit, “so fucking wet. Am I making you this wet? God, your pussy’s so fucking sexy.”

Another groan and he’s fluttering his tongue across your pudgy bud before sucking it gently into his mouth. He pulls back and kisses the hood of your clit. You moan softly and cant your hips up. 

“W-we shouldn’t, baby,” you plead, fingers tangling in his hair again, but not pushing him away. 

“Been wanting to do this forever, dreaming about how I wanna lick your pretty pussy til you cream all over my face,” he pants, dilated eyes watching your face, “gonna make you cum over and over tonight.”

“Fuck,” you gasp as he thrusts his tongue into your pussy, walls clamping around the slippery muscle, “Leon! 

He hums and grinds his nose against your clit as his tongue fucks in and out of your hole, spit dripping down your ass onto the couch cushions. Your eyes flutter as your orgasm winds tight in your abdomen. 

“Need to eat you out everyday, mama,” he pulls back, slick shining across his lips and chin, “treat this pussy like she deserves. Don’t you wanna feel good?”

He sucks your clit back into his mouth, hot tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. It only takes a few more teasing licks before your climax breaks over your body like a tidal wave. Toes curling, your hands tug on his hair making him moan, tonguing at your fluttering cunt until he finally pulls away with one last sucking kiss. 

He crowds you on the couch, thick forearms hooking under your knees to keep you spread open. He nods down to his jeans; your eyes flit from his face to the bulge pressing obscenely against his zipper. 

“Pull it out,” he murmurs, blue eyes nearly black. “Take my cock out so I can stuff your cunt, mommy.”

Shaking your head, your voice cracks, “No, baby. That’s going too far.”

He whines, “But it hurts, mama. You’re being so mean. At least jerk me off.”

Biting your lip, his pouty mouth has you reaching forward, undoing his pants and tugging them down his thighs. You gently ease his dick from his briefs, uncut head sticky with precum. You both moan when you grip his stiff cock, the blood hot skin against your palm turning you on more than you ever thought. Thumb pressing against the slit, you smear the pearlescent sheen across his tip until he’s whimpering. 

“Mommy,” his hips thrust forward, “it’s sensitive.” 

He sags forward, and your legs slide up his arms until your calves press against his biceps. This new position has his dick grinding against your swollen cunt, the head grazing across your pudgy clit. Your fingers loosely circle the base of his cock, the backs of your knuckles brushing against his balls. 

“So good, fuck,” he chokes out, humping your pussy. “Just let me cum like this, let me mark you up, mama. Yeah, just coat this sexy fucking pussy with my cum.”

Keening, you let go of his cock to feather your fingers against his heavy balls. “You can, you can cum all over me.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, pink lips parted and eyebrows furrowed as he watches his cock slip between your pussy lips to rub against your hole. “Mommy, just let me put the tip in, please? Promise it’ll just be the tip. Please.”

You know you should say no, but then again you should’ve put a stop to this before it even started. Just the tip wouldn’t be so bad, you think, eyes greedily taking in his fat, drippy tip. It wouldn’t hurt to let him try it out.

“Just the tip, Leon,” you murmur, flicking up to meet his blown out gaze. “But only this once.”

“Thank you,” he groans, “love you so much, mama.”

Moving one hand from his hold on your leg, he grips his cock and guides the head to your clenching hole. His thumb presses down on the head as he rocks forward, slipping the tip into your wet cunt. You suck in a deep breath at the same time he grunts. The other hand gripping your thigh tightens, fingertips tightly digging into the soft skin. 

Leon blows out a breath, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. “You feel so good.”

He ruts the head of his cock in and out of your pussy, the wet schlick loud in the otherwise quiet living room. Your hands move over your head to drape over the back of the couch, fingers grasping at the cushions. 

“Can I—,” he cuts himself off, eyes squeezing shut. “Can I go a little deeper, mommy?”

Your slick hole clenches down on him and he whimpers. 

“H-how much deeper?” You hear yourself say, mouth running away from you. 

“Just an inch or two,” he gasps, feeling overwhelmed by the heat of your cunt. “Pretty please, mommy.”

You nod, eyes unable to look away from where he’s splitting you open, dick driving deeper and deeper—going so much farther than a few inches—into your pussy until he’s completely buried in your pulsing walls. 

“Leon!” You cry out, head falling back as your cunt stretches around the fat girth of his cock.

“Sorry, mama,” he practically slurs, pussy drunk already. “Didn’t mean to, it just slipped.”

You whimper at the pleasure pain of his tip kissing your cervix as he grinds himself against your cunt. Clit rubbing against his pelvis makes you squeeze and clench around his dick, in turn making him groan from deep in his chest. He barely pulls out before fucking back into your sopping wet hole. 

“So perfect,” his face pinches in pleasure. “God, mom, your pussy—gonna make me cum so fast.”

You dig your hands into the couch and roll your hips down into his thrusts, “You need to pull out, baby. It’s bad to cum inside. You’ve gotta pull out of mommy’s cunt.”

He makes a broken sound from the back of his throat and drives his cock into you with harsh, pounding thrusts. 

“No, I’m gonna cum in you, make you nice and full,” he bites out, sweat dripping from the straight line of his nose onto you. “Stuff you so full, mama.”

You can’t hide how his words make your pussy clamp down on his cock, his own hips stuttering as your cunt tries to milk his cock. 

“Yeah, mommy, squeezing me so good, so fucking good,” he pants. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

He reaches down, hot palm a brand across your mound as his thumb teases your clit. You thrash against him, but it’s no use as he strums your swollen bud in rough little circles that makes your thighs tremble. 

“Leon,” you moan, a second orgasm quickly building in your core. “Oh god, I’m so close.”

He doesn’t stop the frantic pumping of his hips, fucking his cock into your squelching heat while he rubs your clit—his blue eyes jumping between your face and your pussy. Mouth dropping open, he groans, mumbling praises and promises under his breath. Pinching your clit between the knuckles of his first and middle finger, he gives pulsing squeezes to the sensitive bundle of nerves until you’re cumming loudly. 

Your back bows, fireworks going off in your brain, dimly realizing that Leon’s gripping your hips as he wildly fucks your cunt. 

“Fuck, fuck, mom,” he chokes on the word, burying himself balls deep in your soft, wet walls and spilling his thick cum as deep as possible. 

You whimper, squeezing down on him as the hot splash of his spend fills your cunt. He eventually stills, hips still snugly pressed against you as close as possible. Slick and jizz begin to slowly leak out from around his softening cock. He hisses when he pulls out, then immediately whimpers, fingers playing with his cum dripping from your hole.

“Leon, stop, it’s sensitive,” you gasp, eyes slipping closed when his fingers slide up to rub across your fat clit. 

“Sorry, mama,” he pulls back only to drop to his knees, eyes dark, mouth hovering tantalizingly close to your sloppy cunt. “Let me kiss it better.”

[buckets-and-trees]

I love bed Chem and the follow up!! I’d love to see them bump into each other outside of hook up times - like they’re both in the same coffee shop…and a cute barista is flirting with reader…and Bucky suddenly feels possessive when he sees it happening from across the shop but can’t say anything as they’re just hook up buds and it’s not his place to be jealous 🤭

Even Better Than In My Head

Characters/Pairings: Bucky Barnes x curvy!Millennial female!reader Word Count: 2.9k Summary: Hooking up with Bucky Barnes in the middle of the night has scratched the itch whenever you're craving between your legs, but crossing paths with the man out in the wild in normal life? Much more dangerous than you could have guessed.

Content Warnings: modern AU, hook up culture/bootycall, established sexual relationship

Author Notes: This is a follow-up to Parking Lot Chem and Camaraderie.

Logistical Notes: My first fill for @buckyboybingo (Gym) and my ninth bit for Valentine Storygrams!

↠ Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

“This entire table is a masterpiece!” your sister exclaims, thoroughly impressed and overjoyed. “I seriously owe you!”

“You do!” you chide. “You owe me many, many favors.”

“I’d promise my first-born, but that ship has already sailed!” she replies, gesturing at her daughter - your niece - who is currently engaged in some sort of statue tag game with a gaggle of other children her age.

“I’m serious, though. You know you absolutely saved me.”

"I know," you say, waving off her gratitude with a smile. "That's what sisters are for, right?"

You both turn to survey the booth, a riot of pink and red decorations adorning every surface. Heart-shaped cookies, cupcakes with swirling frosting rosettes, raspberry-lemon bars, and delicate palmiers drizzled with white chocolate and heart-shaped sprinkles cover the table in neat, enticing rows.

"Seriously, though," your sister continues, lowering her voice, "this could make or break my campaign for PTA president. The entire board is here, and they're all watching to see how this goes."

You nod, remembering the frantic phone call you'd received two nights ago.

Your sister's voice had been a mix of panic and exhaustion as she explained how her usually angelic toddler had decided to test out his superhero abilities by leaping off the kitchen counter. The result? A nasty gash that required a trip to urgent care and several stitches. But to make matters worse, she’d only been so distracted to allow the failed test-flight of her two-year-old because she’d been trying to figure out why her oven would turn on, but refused to heat up past 180 degrees - nowhere near close enough to take care of her baking needs.

So you agreed - or offered, you really don’t quite remember how this part of the conversation went at this point - to take care of making all the baked goods.

“Couldn't let my favorite sister crash and burn at the Valentine's Day bake sale, could I?"

"I'm your only sister, you goof," she retorts with a laugh. "But again, thank you. I don't know what I would have done without you."

As you're about to respond, your sister's eyes suddenly widen, and a sly grin spreads across her face. She leans in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Speaking of paying you back, I think I'm about to start right now."

You follow her gaze across the crowded gymnasium, your curiosity piqued. Through the sea of parents and children, a tall figure is making his way towards your booth. As he draws closer, you can't help but notice how he seems to part the crowd effortlessly, his presence commanding yet somehow warm.

"See that absolutely gorgeous man heading our way?" your sister murmurs, her excitement palpable. "That's Aiden Hartley. He's a single dad, a widower, and practically the perfect gentleman."

You try to maintain your composure as Aiden approaches, but it's difficult not to stare. He's easily over six feet with a build that suggests he's no stranger to the gym. His short blonde hair catches the light, looking almost golden under the fluorescent glare of the school's overhead lighting. Even from a distance, you can see his eyes - a striking shade of green that reminds you of summer leaves.

As Aiden reaches your booth, a warm smile spreads across his face. Your heart skips a beat.

"Ladies," he greets you both, his voice deep and smooth. "I have to say, this spread looks absolutely incredible."

Your sister jumps in, "Oh, it's all thanks to my amazing sister here! Aiden, you haven’t met her yet, but she's the baking genius."

Aiden's gaze returns to you, a spark of interest in those mesmerizing green eyes. "Is that so? Well, I'm thoroughly impressed. I'm Carter’s dad, by the way, he’s in the same class as your niece." He extends his hand.

You introduce yourself, hoping your palm isn't too sweaty as you shake his hand. His grip is firm but gentle, and you can't help but notice how your hand seems to fit very nicely into his.

"So, what would you recommend?" Aiden asks, gesturing to the array of sweets.

“I’d like one of the cupcakes,” the last voice you’re expecting to hear interrupts from just behind you, and you whip around to find yourself face to face with Bucky, the man who has been regularly - if intermittently - wrecking you sexually.

What on earth is he doing here?

Not only is he here, he’s looking devastatingly handsome in a dark blue button-down and jeans. Your breath catches in your throat as memories of your late-night encounter flood your mind.

"One of the chocolate ones," Bucky drawls, his eyes roaming over the baked goods before settling on you with a heated gaze. "Is that a strawberry buttercream on top?"

“Mhmm,” you manage to nod, throat completely dry, brain trying to figure out how to function.

You’re not supposed to be seeing this man in the light of day - does not compute, does not compute.

"Looks like someone's been busy in the kitchen," he adds.

Your sister, oblivious to the tension crackling between you and Bucky, beams at him. "Yes! Isn't it amazing? My sister made everything here."

Bucky's lips curl into a smirk. "Is that so? You’re clearly skilled with your hands - the piping on this frosting is flawless,” he says, handing cash to your sister in exchange for one of the cupcakes.

He brings the treat to his nose, inhaling deeply, his eyes never leaving yours. "Smells divine," he murmurs, voice low enough that only you can hear. Then, with a wink that makes your knees weak, he turns and strides away, weaving through the crowd with the same effortless grace that brought him to your booth. His confident stride draws more than a few appreciative glances from the other parents.

Your sister nudges you with her elbow, breaking you out of your daze. "See, I told you you're too modest with your baking skills," she whispers excitedly. "Bucky Barnes is usually a man of few words, and he dropped plenty just now."

You nod absently, still reeling from Bucky's sudden appearance and the way he'd looked at you. Your mind races, trying to process the conflicting emotions swirling within you. On one hand, there's the familiar spark of desire that Bucky always ignites. On the other, there's a new, tentative flutter of interest as you glance back at Aiden, who's patiently waiting with a warm smile.

Your sister, ever the matchmaker, seamlessly steers the conversation back to Aiden. "So, Aiden, you were asking about recommendations?" She gives you a subtle but pointed look.

You clear your throat. "Right. Well, the raspberry-lemon bars are a personal favorite. They've got just the right balance of sweet and tart."

Aiden's eyes light up. "That sounds perfect. I'll take two, please." As your sister boxes up his order, he turns back to you. "So, do you bake professionally? These look like they could be in a high-end bakery."

You laugh, shaking your head. "Oh no, it's just a hobby. I work in marketing, actually."

"Well, you certainly have a talent for it," Aiden says, his smile warm and genuine. "I can’t wait to try these,” he adds, holding up his box.

As you're about to respond to Aiden's compliment, your sister suddenly gasps and slaps her forehead dramatically. "Oh no! I completely forgot!" She turns to you with an exaggerated look of distress. "The PTA was supposed to set up the face-painting station, but I just realized we left all the supplies in my car!"

You raise an eyebrow, sensing the poorly disguised matchmaking attempt, but play along. "Oh, that's not good. You'd better go take care of that."

Your sister nods vigorously, already backing away from the booth. "Absolutely! Can't have disappointed kids on Valentine's Day!" She pauses, then turns to Aiden with a look of calculated innocence. "Aiden, I hate to impose, but would you mind helping my sister man the booth until I get back? It shouldn't take more than fifteen or twenty minutes.”

Aiden’s eyes flash to you, gleaming with amusement, clearly recognizing your sister's ploy for what it is, but he plays along anyway. "Of course! I'd be more than happy to lend a hand... or take an order or two," he jokes, winking at you.

Your cheeks flush a with heat, but you’re not totally unhappy with her shenanigans.

Your sister rushes off and Aiden takes her place behind the table. As the two of you settle into a rhythm working the table, you can't help but feel a spark of connection. His easy smile and warm demeanor put you at ease, and soon you're chatting effortlessly about everything from your shared love of books to your favorite local restaurants.

"So, marketing, huh?" Aiden asks during a lull. "What kind of projects do you work on?"

You launch into a brief explanation of your latest campaign, surprised at how easily the conversation flows. Aiden listens attentively, asking insightful questions that show he's genuinely interested. His green eyes sparkle with intelligence, and you find yourself drawn in by his charm.

"That sounds fascinating," he says, leaning in slightly. "I'd love to hear more about it sometime. Maybe over coffee?"

Your heart flutters at the invitation, but before you can respond, your eyes are inexplicably drawn across the crowded gymnasium. Through the sea of parents and children, you spot Bucky leaning against the far wall.

He's standing slightly apart from the crowd, his presence both magnetic and aloof. The sleeves of his dark blue plaid shirt are rolled up to his elbows, revealing the corded muscles of his forearms. His hair, usually disheveled when you see him, is neatly combed back into a bun, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw.

As if sensing your gaze, Bucky's eyes lock with yours from across the room. A slow, knowing smile spreads across his face as he brings the cupcake to his lips. You watch, transfixed, as he takes a deliberate bite, his eyes never leaving yours.

The chocolate cake yields easily, and a smear of pink frosting clings to his upper lip. Your mouth goes dry as you watch his tongue dart out, slowly and purposefully licking away the sweet confection.

The sight sends a jolt of electricity through your body, igniting a fire low in your belly. Memories of that same tongue exploring your most intimate places flood your mind. You can almost feel the ghost of it and press your legs together.

Suddenly aware that you've been staring, you snap your attention back to Aiden, who's looking at you expectantly. You realize he's still waiting for an answer about coffee.

"Oh, um, yes," you stammer, trying to regain your composure. "Coffee sounds great."

Aiden's face lights up with a warm smile. "Wonderful! How about this Saturday?"

You nod, pushing thoughts of Bucky to the back of your mind. "Saturday works for me."

As you exchange numbers with Aiden, you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and guilt. Excitement at the prospect of getting to know this kind, handsome man better. Guilt because you know that no matter how charming Aiden is, a part of you is still thinking about Bucky and the raw, primal energy between you.

About how he probably would have no problem dragging you away to his car and fucking you in the parking lot right now.

You think that’s something Aiden would never do .

The rest of the bake sale passes in good conversation with Aiden, chatting between customers and stealing glances at each other when you think the other isn't looking. You learn that he's an architect, specializing in sustainable design, and his passion for his work is evident in the way his eyes light up as he describes his latest project.

"It's a community center," he explains, his hands moving animatedly as he speaks. "We're incorporating solar panels, rainwater harvesting systems, and even a rooftop garden. The goal is to create a space that not only serves the community but also educates them about sustainable living."

You find yourself genuinely interested, asking questions about the design process and the challenges he faces. As you listen, you can't help but appreciate how different this interaction is from your usual encounters with Bucky. With Aiden, there's a warmth, a sense of connection that’s so natural.

But your gaze drifts regularly to Bucky. Bucky has become attached to a young boy who looks to be about six years old. The resemblance between them is striking – the same strong jawline, the same chestnut brown hair. They grin and laugh together, Bucky follows him around to the face painting, a craft station, poses with him in the photo booth.

All you have ever shared with Bucky is sex. The two of you had given next to no time to small talk even in the first few days of messaging on the hook up app and in your first meet up. You had both made it clear you used each other for sex and didn’t want anything else from the connection.

As the bake sale winds down, your sister finally returns, apologizing profusely for needing to cover the face painting instead of helping at the booth. She winks at you when Aiden isn't looking, clearly pleased with her efforts. Aiden continues to linger, helping to fold up the tablecloth and carry boxes.

This morning you were thoroughly single, no need or with to do much to be otherwise. But now you find yourself torn between two very different men. Aiden, with his warm smile and gentle demeanor, represents the possibility of a genuine connection, of building something meaningful. Your conversation flows easily, and you can't deny the flutter in your chest when he laughs at your jokes.

But then there's Bucky. Your attention drawn back to him over and over, watching as he had interacted with the young boy who must be his son. It's a side of him you've never seen before, and it stirs something unexpected within you. The tenderness in his eyes as he looks at his child is a stark contrast to the raw intensity you're used to seeing when he looks at you.

As you and Aiden start packing up the remaining baked goods, Bucky approaches your booth once more. This time, the little boy is with him, clinging to his hand and looking up at you with wide, curious eyes.

"Hey," Bucky says, his voice smooth and charming. "We wanted to grab a few more treats before you packed up." His eyes flick to Aiden, then back to you, a flash of something - possessiveness? jealousy? - passing over his face.

"Of course," you manage, brightening your voice as you direct your attention to the small boy. "What would you like?"

The little boy tugs on Bucky's hand, pointing at the heart-shaped cookies. "Can I have those, Daddy?"

Your heart does a little flip at hearing Bucky called 'Daddy'. It's such a stark contrast to the Bucky you know - the one who whispers filthy things in your ear as he pounds into you.

"Sure thing, buddy. How about we get a few to take home for later?" Bucky suggests, his voice gentle as he speaks to his son.

You can't help but smile at the interaction as you carefully package up a half dozen of the heart-shaped cookies. As you hand the box to Bucky, your fingers brush against his, sending a whoosh of butterflies through your stomach. His eyes lock with yours, dark and intense, before he glances meaningfully at Aiden.

"Thanks," Bucky says, his voice low. "These look delicious. I'm sure they taste even better than they look." The double meaning in his words is clear, and you feel a flush creeping up your neck.

"I hope you enjoy them," you manage to reply, your voice slightly breathless.

As Bucky turns to leave, his son looks up at you with a shy smile. "Thank you for the treats!”

"You're very welcome, young man," you reply, smiling warmly at the little boy. As they walk away, you can't help but watch Bucky's retreating form, admiring the way his shirt clings to his broad shoulders.

You and Aiden finish packing up the last of the baked goods, and he helps you carry the boxes to your car.

"So, about Saturday," he says as you close the trunk. "There's this great little café downtown that does this stuffed french toast that will send you to heaven. How does that sound?”

You smile at Aiden, genuinely excited about the prospect of getting to know him better. "That sounds wonderful," you reply. "I love a good french toast."

As you exchange details for your upcoming date, you can't help but feel a mix of anticipation and guilt. Aiden is everything you should want - kind, intelligent, and clearly interested in more than just a physical relationship. Yet, as you watch him walk away, your mind drifts back to Bucky.

Later that night, as you're getting ready for bed, your phone buzzes with a text. Your heart races as you see Bucky's name on the screen.

BUCKY: Those cookies were delicious. But not as sweet as your cunt.

You bite your lip, torn between responding and ignoring the message. Before you can decide, another text comes through.

BUCKY: I'm in the neighborhood. Have any of that frosting left?

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[mourndust]

ROLLER BABY ! ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡ ˚

sfw content — roller!derby jinx au, tons of tension tho !

stuck with roller!derby jinx who skates to relief some tension since she’s under a lot lately, drawing crosses and lines over her cloudy tatt’s with pink, purple and blue paint before every game.

she’d gave a lot of speeches to her team since she decided their coach — silco, sucks at them. each time making sevika roll her eyes when she’s all over the changing room in a short purple skirt and a black crop top saying there’s no real competition to them, skating from one side to another as the rest is still changing.

her blue braided hair would fly as she skates in circles, swift movements, controlled pace, faster than sound itself as she scores and obscene amount of points — the drops are at the #1 spot for a reason, and she’s proud of being a valued member of her team since she usually don’t feel that way.

roller!derby jinx who’s so cocky in their final game, when she know she’s competing against pilties who cannot even take a punch decently, throwing an elbow to a orange-haired girl who began nosebleeding at the first couple of rounds.

“sorry sis, cannot let you win- family or not” she grins to her sister, pouting as she scores another set of point — she cannot believe out of all people vi’s competing with them, a group of stuck up girls who are too afraid to get their hands dirty.

and the game itself is nasty, the sport has always been like that. blood, sweat and tears as she avoids being thrown off the circuit, focused on making her team win before you came into the picture.

fuck’s sake where did you even came from? you’re like an avalanche in black, velvety rollerblades, easily passing her without even touching her, faster than her, faster than the whole public who’s looking and cheering this stupid nickname over and over — stardust.

who the fuck is this star girl who’s suddenly scoring a bunch of points? purple eye you must have recieved in a previous game, a good set of bruises jinx could see when the wind lift up your skirt, “you’re sure she’s a piltie? she dont seem like one,” she would ask sevika in the ten minute break they got in half time — “who is she? is it legal to have a new member? i haven’t seen her around, this star girl- she must be new.”

thing is, she’s trapped between being interested in you and absolutely despise you, can you blame her? you’re making her sister win and she’s mad at her since she leaved the team for her rich girlfriend, so it’s a problem when the second half of the game starts and she’s decided to win at whatever cost, tossing her interest aside as the whistle blows and she’s behind a sea of competitive girls.

you have the nerve to smirk at her, scanning her as you assume your possition, making jinx’s blood boil as she takes sev’s arm, using it to be pushed further and faster than you.

roller!derby jinx who’s not afraid to push you when you’re right next to her, side to side as you two fight for a couple of points. derby is a tough sport as you’re being shoved against the iron barriers of the oval track, yet you’re quick to resume your pace again, not daring to give up.

jinx admires your way of standing up, at least she does, cause sevika’s making you fall with a discrete punch in the guts and the air is robbed from your lungs, an effective way of get you off the way as you fall on your hands and knees and the public is roaring her nickname over and over again: powder, powder, powder.

roller!derby jinx who would usually be drinking their win after, specially after a championship, beer in hand as she talks with her friends all night; yet, that night out of all she finds herself sliding in the other’s team changing room when no one’s around, most of the girls already in the bar as she’s pulled by this random force she won’t dare to give a second thought.

“you were good out there, stargirl” she would say, leaning against the lockers, arms crossed over her chest as she notices how you’re tending your own wounds, distancing yourself from your teammates — “sorry for that. can’t blame a girl for winning huh?”

she’s been crushing on ekko for a while now, so this new magnetism she feels with you? it’s a foreign one as her gaze scans your fingers pressing the cold ice against your ribs. she thinks it’s the guilt of a dirty game when she’s helping you reach the ointment for the scratches on your knee, looking at you almost searching for permission to help as she sits in the bench close to you.

“don’t want you to say sorry” you admit as her manicured fingers touch something as bane as your kneecap, pure electricity as you notice the pink and blue nailpolish she uses— “a game’s a game. and you were great.”

roller!derby jinx who’s really making an effort here to hate you, see you as competition, someone she should despise being in her sister’s team, friends with her piltie girlfriend, yet your skin is so soft, your voice is so soothing- hell.

“jinx,” she introduces herself “haven’t see you around before.”

“yeah- i know who you are” you say looking up to her, letting her help you clean the dry blood of your scraped skin — “didn’t play for a while.”

roller!derby jinx who’s fucked up since that night in the changing rooms, cause she know you’ll be nothing but pure trouble, and man coming from her? it’s a lot to say.

let me know if you guys would like a pt.2 since this is literally a test to know if this would flop, also if you’d like to be tagged in the next part!

[gay-dorito-dust]

It’s been a while since I’ve watched the OG Fantastic Four movies, but if I remember correctly, Johnny was a bit of a playboy. So I think it’d be sooo cute to see him being in a relationship with reader and like, you can obviously tell he’s completely, madly in love with them. Like, super whipped. And it’d be kinda funny if his partner was Ben’s younger sibling and whenever he sees them affectionate, he’s practically gagging lol

Ben didn’t like the fact that you were dating Johnny. If anything he wanted the strangle the cocky hotshot the moment he found out that the hot person he was dating happened to be his little sibling, one whom he was extremely protective over nonetheless.

‘You’re dating this punk?!’ He almost shouted as he pointed to Johnny, whom had a shit eating grin as he threw his arm over your shoulder, squeezing you into his side.

‘You don’t approve of our love?’ Johnny asks sarcastically, ‘well too bad, so sad but who knows maybe I’ll be your in law soon enough.’ He adds with a laugh, kissing your temple as you leaned into him, finding his above average warmth comforting. Ben sighed as he already felt himself becoming physically ill seeing you and Johnny being cosy and affectionate with each other, this was a nightmare he wished wasn’t real but he was aware that while he might not like the idea of you dating the playboy, Johnny made you happy and from what Ben could tell you made Johnny equally as happy; which was a first.

Ben stepped closer to Johnny and pinged a finger to his chest. ‘Whatever but listen here hotshot, if you ever hurt my sibling, I’ll break your teeth.’ He said as his voice dropped an octave or two.

‘Ben!’ You cried.

Johnny only laughs as he kisses your temple again but this time in reassurance. ‘It’s okay sweetness, your big brother is just looking out for you and I can’t blame him.’ Johnnys smirk then softens to a sweet smile as he looks at you, something that took Ben aback, ‘I can assure you that they’re being treated right for they deserve nothing but anything and everything.’ He adds as he draws you into his arms, unable to keep himself away from you even if you were standing shoulder to shoulder, he needed more of you then he ever knew and that was to have you tucked protectively in his arms.

Johnny knew how he was in relationships. He dates them, takes them back to the Baxter building for the night and dumps them not even a week later, but with you it was completely different from the moment you met as he finds himself wanting to do things right by you, and would do whatever it took to have your heart and make you his; but instead of showing off Johnny would instead try to make you laugh and get to know you better by being genuine. Soon he found himself unable to go a day without thinking of you and or seeing something in the window of a shop that you would like, for there was no gift that he wouldn’t get you if it meant seeing your eyes brighten up and hug him tightly.

He didn’t care that you were Ben’s sibling because you were still you and that’s all he wanted: you and now that he’s got you, Johnny couldn’t ask for anything else other then you being content and happy in your relationship with him, something he was eager to strive towards each and every day even if you tell him it’s not necessary. Johnny just wanted to prove that you were it for him, that you were the one that he wanted to have long term and beyond that if you’d let him.

Ben looked between you two, still having his discrepancies towards your relationship, but decided that he’ll take Johnny for his word for once. ‘You better or your ass is mine storm.’ Was all he said before leaving the room.

You rested your head against Johnny’s chest and listening to his heart as you breathed a sigh of relief. Meanwhile Johnny rubbed his hand up and down your back in a form of comforting you from your overworking mind, scattering kisses from one temple to the other, all the while giving your furrowed brows most of the attention. ‘I’m sorry about my brother.’ You muttered, fighting back a smile that came naturally whenever Johnny was like this with you.

Johnny chuckles as he gives your lips a quick peck. ‘It’s alright sweetness, he’s just looking out for you and I can respect that.’ He tells you but you reached to hold his face, caressing his cheeks softly which made him -ironically- melt into your touch with a smitten expression on his face.

‘Still I don’t want his words to affect this, to affect us in anyway because you have been nothing but utterly sweet and devoted to me since our first date.’ You reminded him as you kissed his nose, making him scrunch it up in hopes you’d laugh, you did and it made Johnny’s heart sore as his chuckle joined your beautiful laughter.

‘It won’t sweetness,’ Johnny promised as he opened his eyes to look at you as though it would be the last time he saw you, ‘I finally got you and I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon, your brother threatening me or not.’ He continues as he rested his forehead against yours, finding himself more content with your presence than he ever had with anyone else in his entire life. He once thought that being in a committed relationship would be the death of him, but being with you only made Johnny wish he had met you sooner as he couldn’t fathom being with anyone but you now, you had ruined him and his reputation in the best way possible, and he couldn’t help but imagine your future together; your happily ever after.

Needles to say Ben hated going to the kitchen, why? You and Johnny would be so lovely dovey with one another it made him sick, even making code and or tea was something he found groan inducing when he saw that Johnny would hang off of you like a needy puppy. This sort of behaviour was unlike the Johnny he knew, the Johnny that would act like he didn’t know his one night stands name, the very same Johnny who now had a dopey smile upon his face whenever you laughed or gave him a kiss on the cheek to shut him up.

Ben could see that Johnny was whipped, like super whipped for you as the cocky bastard couldn’t stand being away from you, not holding you for less then a second as his hand was always on your wait, in your back pocket or linked with your pinky finger. Would he take the piss out of Johnny for this? Oh absolutely, without a doubt would he make fun of Johnny for being whipped for his sibling, however he couldn’t help but find it to be straight out of a romcom movie; playboy falls in love for the first time and doesn’t want to have their past transgressions affect their current relationship.

Ben also couldn’t help but groan audibly from the doorway, catching you both off guard.

‘You done?’ Johnny asked with a raised brow.

‘Only when you stop being all over my sibling.’ Ben replied

Johnny smirked and began to plaster kisses across your face. ‘Sorry can’t hear you as I’m loving on my hot, sexy partner.’ He taunts between kisses and over the sound of your giggles as you try to escape from Johnny’s grasp, only to fail when the man kept you close to his bare chest. You playfully nudge Johnny with your elbow, making him groan as you kept him close by holding him by his waist, skimming the warm skin above his sweatpants with your fingertips as you press a kiss to his heart before putting your head there to listen to it race against your ear.

‘Sorry Ben, Johnny gets really affectionate in the mornings.’ You tell him but Ben could tell you weren’t sorry, in fact you were just fuelling the fire as much as your hotheaded partner and that only made him groan upon realising that Johnny was rubbing off on you in more ways then one.

‘But does that warrant making me want to impair my own eyesight by being disgustingly all over each other.’ Ben says as he begins to regret coming into the kitchen in the first place.

‘Yes-‘

‘No-‘

You and Johnny look at each other with loving smiles and heart eyes as you both laughed while nuzzling your noses together, once again being sucked into each other and only each other as Johnny’s hands went under the shirt you stole from him and caressed your back. Ben groaned again as he left the kitchen, he really didn’t want to watch you both be all over each other, especially this early in the morning but he couldn’t help but be glad to see a wanted change in Johnny that he had been hoping for a really long time.

However this doesn’t mean he won’t take the piss out of him for being whipped for his sibling, not in the slightest.

[lillalovessonic123]

Here's a little something for y'all. I decided to take a little break from making the first episode of "that's not our sonic". And I never made sonic like this I just decided to draw him like this because it why not :)

[parasolladyansy]

How does N feel in this Survival AU? Does he realize the magnitude of which he is a puppet? Does he regret his role in all this? Does he hear the voices of the Pokémon separated from those they love and wonder if this is really what’s best?

EDIT: decided to add some screenshots from “The Plan” & a couple drawings to break up the wall of text lol

—

🚩 TW trauma, narcissistic abuse, disassociation

N is in a truly terrible position on this timeline. If I can be very personal for a moment, he’s very much like who I imagine I would’ve been if I didn’t escape the toxic environment I was in (very, very short version: why I have C-PTSD).

In the Pokémon Generations animation, “The Plan” (VERY highly recommended), Ghetsis saw him as a blank slate to write the story of the Ideal Hero & King, an extension of himself who can be chosen by the Black Dragon (having enough self-awareness to know he wouldn’t be chosen).

We see evidence all through the original games that Ghetsis really infantilized & sheltered N. N’s room is full of very bright colors & more toys than one child could ever play with, & the only Pokémon Ghetsis allowed him to befriend were ones abused by humans.

This all made him very intelligent but emotionally / socially stunted, with a very carefully tailored view of the world - someone perfect to manipulate.

Ghetsis then goes on to appeal to the masses, appearing in places like Accumula Town, campaigning with impassioned words about liberating Pokémon, the same ones N grew up with. Some agreed with him, siding with Team Plasma & their message. Some, like us, didn’t.

That’s who N is when we first meet him.

Through BW, he starts to change - he, like me, saw things in the real world that contradicted what he was groomed to believe. He met humans & Pokémon who loved & supported each other, battled & grew together, & made the world around them better. Then, at the end, when we beat him, it finally sinks in that the version of the world Ghetsis showed him was a lie.

That’s why Ghetsis drops his act when N fails, revealing what he really thought of him: warped, defective, & inhuman. He, like most narcissists, demanded perfection & unquestioning loyalty, & the N who lost can give him neither of those things. There was no reason to continue the charade that N was a King, & that this fairy tale of white knights was just a way for him to take over Unova.

In Survival AU, that’s not what happened.

Instead, he praises N for defeating the “false” Hero & found him worthy of sharing his name (aka worthy of being an extension of himself).

Over the years, N had what little sense of self he was allowed erased away, replaced by the King Ghetsis wanted him to be. He might’ve even repressed the memories & emotions that might contradict this image he felt he had to maintain. I can also see him losing the ability of hearing Pokémon’s voices, because he can no longer hear the Truth…

Even then, I think he’d have locked the part of him that knows this isn’t right deep down, somewhere Ghetsis can’t reach. This part shows itself as a misery & frustration under the surface that doesn’t really let him be happy or satisfied with this world he (thinks) he created where Pokémon are free.

I’ve been thinking about Zekrom through all this, how they (like Reshiram) would love N like a child, protect him ferociously like a parent, & if they saw him stray, destroy the region in endless lightning like they did in the past. That’s why I’ve been thinking that maybe Zekrom was forced together with Kyurem, which that part of him deep down would object to but on the surface level, Ghetsis convinced him that this is how it should be.

So he sits there on his cold throne as the perfect King of Ideals.

—

Basically, N is miserable - on the surface level, he shut down his thoughts, memories, & feelings, genuinely believing & following everything Ghetsis says. Somewhere, deep down, he knows this isn’t right, & hopes that, in spite of everything…Reshiram’s Hero is alive somewhere, & can maybe help save him.

I‘d say that when he does receive word that Ansy is actually alive, that’s when that hope becomes stronger, & he starts to question again. From there would be the very difficult & agonizing process of detaching himself from Ghetsis…

But I think he can do it. 🌱

[mangozic]

the wettest of cats

[tariah23]

The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.

[goat-paradox]

[pngheavy]

[bixels]

quick update on art moving forward:

i'm gonna be switching back and forth between doing more original work/non-mlp content and gg20s art from now on. things may go slower, but that's part of me trying to take care of myself vs. the past couple of months which has been "i need to finish and post at least 2 gg20s artworks every week or i'll die." i still need to finish that utena juri illustration, and i have a neat character design exercise i wanna do on designing 90s high fantasy anime characters.

for full transparency, here are some things i have lined up for gg20s (on my end at least, tulli's still going strong): character designs for nyc characters (coco pommel, coloratura, suri polomare), the disney opening sequence video, more rarijack (obviously), including that one-shot fanfiction, and a daring do comic.

ty guys.

[lunarharp]

What led to this (orufrey comic, cw an uncomfortable/creepy scene)

[mintaii]

wip...........

[tiredsn0w]

SCP x Homicipher, obviously with 049 as Mr. Crawling and 6118 as Adami Adashino because who else?

This was supposed to be a small doodle. Oops.

[loadinghellsing]

sometimes you just have to bite the vampire

[numberonetribble]

Stuck at my mom's house until the 27th, can't finish the comic I was working on until then :( here's a rough Cowboy!pinup sketch of Bumblebee and some Breakbee + Piston angst: