#isthat what i tag these?

[felgueirosa]

i was tagged by @speculatives for 9 people you'd like to know better! so here goes!

top 3 ships

hella x adelaide x adaire (but hella x adelaide in particular): ugh i've talked a million times about how i love hella and how the way that ali played her changed me as a person, but i just can't stop listening to hieron over and over again because i can't escape the dynamic of hella murdering adelaide, being haunted by her, and then falling in love with her after death and that being a factor in her changing her ways. like what if you are evil and you kill someone and then fall in love with them as you are haunted by them and your decisions. and also you're both girls. evil lesbian awakening.

idk i really like certain characters and am invested in their relationships because we have relationships with everyone, positive or negative, and they define our lives, so of course i'm invested in their relationships, it is their relationships to other people that helps create who they are as a character and also forms the plot but i don't really consider myself a shipper and also i can't think of any more right now and also i'm kind of a little bit drunk so if i think of more i will add them, hella adaire and adelaide just came to mind. idk like i said hope this makes sense i had some tequila.

most recent song: boadan nuppi bealde by mari boine (i started listening to my sámi playlist last night and then i was like. i should go to bed. shameless promotion of my sámi playlist. it's one of my great masterpieces)

first ship: spock x kirk. no comment.

currently reading: the traitor baru cormorant by seth dickinson. listen. i've been reading this book for months. i love it, it's my girlfriend's favorite series and she's gotten drunk with seth before, but it's very heavy and has some very personal themes to me so it's been taking me a while to read it. and i had to put it on hold for a bit bc some things happened in my life and i got super depressed and had to read something a bit lighthearted for a bit. but i love it and am still reading it.

last watched: derry girls. it's a comfort show and i still hadn't seen the most recent season(s) so i'm like now i have to watch it all over again.

currently craving: yuca frita. for days. i need to go buy some yuca and make it myself bc my sister came home from uni and brought the air fryer and the yuca frita at my fave venezuelan restaurant doesn't travel super well.

tagging: @bisexualmoses @librarycards @transboydororo @stenchblossoms @loveydoveykirk @minglana @misspickman @shadeslayer @discworldwitches if yáll want to and also anyone else who wants to! hope im not being annoying i love talking about myself

[amphibianaday]

day 1421

[acanthemp3]

finally got brave enough to check my final grades for the semester and on the bright side i passed the class i for sure thought i would fail. but also i failed the class i thought for sure i was going to pass. and i thought i was doing better but im genuinely spiraling over this

[lisinfleur]

Blómstur

The request:

Author’s Notes | This was definitely one of the cutest things I ever wrote. Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by @blonddnamedhandz​ for 5CW Ivar II. Posted for HTGI Event. Title translation: Flower. Words | 1306 ⁑ Warnings: Mentions to labor pains, Ivar’s ableism about his children.

It was what? The fifth one? The sixth if he would count the twins as two. There was Sigtryggr, Ingvar and Ímar - the twins. There was Udir and the little ones Erik and Einar - this last one his major concern since he didn't have left your boobs when Ivar accidentally got you full of his seed once again.

Would he be able to avoid his children from hating each other as Sigurd and he had done for so long?

Another sip of his mead, and, one more time, the cup almost fell from his hand with a growl of pain in your voice coming from the bedroom.

Why did it have to be so loud every single time?

Sigtryggr was taking care of his little brothers for him, outside of the house, to grant none of them would listen to your screams. As the older one, he had already age enough to understand those moments, and he knew how afraid his little brothers could be. He was thinking about getting a wife himself, on top of his fifteen years, and maybe carrying for his little brothers was a good way to learn how to behave when it was the time to see his wife screaming to put his children into Midgard like you were doing for his father's one more time.

Another scream cutting his thoughts.

"Gods..." Ivar mumbled, drinking from his cup one more time. "Why does it have to be so painful?"

Couldn't the gods be merciful about the birth part of that process?

To make the children was something so pleasurable! Why should putting them into this world be that horrible, bloody, and painful way?

You cried once again, louder. And Ivar swore he heard the midwife asking you to be strong and do it one more time.

Fuck that shit! You were the strongest human being he'd ever seen in his life!

Sword wounds? He could handle them.

Burning bleeding wounds with red-hot blades? Easy!

Now passing something as big as his children through a hole where his dick was used to feel tightly compressed? This was something his manly mind wasn't able to figure out how it was possible.

You'd always had long deliveries. His children were painfully big, healthy boys he could call everything but little. Sigtryggr was fifteen, and he was already taller than him! Ivar could bet he would be as tall as Ubbe or maybe Björn! And the twins weren't going through a different way: tall children, all of them! Big babies, all of them!

A new scream cut his ears. Were you giving birth to twins once again?

He got his crutch, forcing himself to stand.

It was taking too long!

Thinking closely, Siggtryggr had taken one day and half of a night. The twins took two days to be born. Erik was the shorter with one whole night. And Einar had taken almost as long as his twin brothers - the lazy thing. This one was approaching the end of its first day, but fuck! It was supposed to be quicker now, wasn't it?

Ivar thought about sitting down once again. What would he do inside that room but bother the women's work? What did he know about labor, to start with?

But what if something was wrong with this baby?

What if it was something wrong like...

Ivar felt startled by his own thoughts. Was it possible that the gods would allow Hel to touch one of his children like she had caressed his legs? After all the others, this one?

His eyes looked at the door, his heart speeding, his breath becoming shorter until everything stopped in his mind.

And around him.

A freezing cold shiver slid down his spine.

Why was everything so deep silent?

As fast as he could, Ivar rushed into the room, not minding the scared expression on his face when he opened the door, catching all the pairs of eyes into that place at once.

You were laid in bed, tired and sweaty like the last times you've done that. Ivar's eyes ran over the midwives, none of them seeming to be scared or anything but surprised with his sudden entrance.

One of them approached you, delivering a moving package in your hands.

It was smaller. Why was it smaller than the others?

Ivar's heart sunk into his chest as he approached the bed, but your smile confused him for a moment before you could show him the little package in your hands.

"Isn't she lovely, husband?" you asked.

And everything broke into shards of stars and light around him.

She was smaller than the others.

She.

His little gift from Freya was looking at him, with icy little blues exactly like his, filling his eyes with tears and making his lips break in a giggle that remembered that knock-kneed fool's voice for a moment.

Oh, Floki would be surely laughing at his anxiousness if he was there to see that moment. Or else, he would be making any stupid joke about how visibly melted Ivar's heart was with the sight of that little preciosity in your arms.

"A girl..." he mumbled, giggling again. "You gave me a beautiful little girl."

"Yes, my love. And I want to name her Aslog Ivarsðóttir. To remember your beautiful mother she'll probably grow to follow in beauty.”

He giggled again.

Oh, damn that fool! He would grow into an old wreck just like him.

But how wouldn't he be happy in front of such a thing? You passed the little package into his hands, and he cut the cord like he'd done so many times for his children before, marking her little forehead with the blood as a blessing.

"Oh, gods, look at you..." he mumbled, speechless in front of the small blue eyes looking at him so full of curiosity.

How, in the name of Odin, could something be that beautiful?

"I grow, I get older, but the gods don't get tired to bless me, do they?" he asked the little one as if she could answer him. "I've seen many things in this life, my child, but none... None was as beautiful as you are, looking at me like this."

His words were making you feel your heart full.

"My father once told me his daughter was the light of his heart. I never understood what he was talking about... With the many sons he had, how could she be different?" Ivar said, looking at you.

And then, turning himself to caress his little girl's face, as gently as if his fingers could break her delicate skin like the flowers you've once seen him braiding into a crown for you.

Maybe now, he would have more flower crowns braided by his hands in the course of his life.

"I get him now," he said. "It is different." Ivar completed.

He loved his children. Every single one of them.

But that moment was unique, and her way to look at him was unspeakable.

His heart was sure he would never see the world the same way once again.

She would be the light to enlighten his way. And what once was black and white had just been painted in the most beautiful colors Ivar ever had seen in his life.

"Are you happy, husband?" you asked.

Just to see him lifting his teary eyes to smile at you.

"No... Happy is too little of a word to define how enormous is what I'm feeling now."

Happiness is nothing, his father once said.

In that little girl's eyes, he could understand it too. It's nothing.

Happiness is nothing compared to the wonders he could experience with you by his side.

Happiness was nothing compared to what it was to hold that little package knowing his world would never be dark ever again.  

Do you like my work? Support me!

Tagged ones:

|| @bluearchersstuff || @ivarswickedqueen || @akamaiden || @bang-kim-bap || @cris101071 || @elysias-temple || @alicedopey || @queen-see-ya-in-valhalla || @lol-haha-joke || @readsalot73 || @rekdreams247 || @naaladareia​ || @laketaj24​ || @therealcalicali​ || @grungyblonde​ || @arses21434 || @honestsycrets​ || @2thequietone4 || @blackspiritshake​ || @vikingsbifrost​ || @wallabieswisher || @cyarikashakira​ || @chinduda​ || @isthat-tyra98​ || @xinyourdreamsx​ || @thiahilmarsdottir​ || @queenbeeta​ || @winchesterwife27​ || @gold-dragon-slayer​ || @mzliterarydreamer​ || @youbloodymadgenius​ || @marvelouuse​ || @tgrrose​ || @lif3snotouttogetyou​ || @lordsexmachine​ || @deathbyarabbit​ || @ietss​ || @thorins-queen-of-erebor​ || @didiintheblog​ || @h-e-a-v-y-l-e-a-t-h-e-r || @heavenly1927​ || @alexhandersenx​ || @alexisshoto​ || @letsloveimagines​ || @astrape-the-weatherwitch​ || @destynelseclipsa​ || @charming-merlin​ || @violetidk​ || @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie​ || @ghvsts​ || @littlemoonchildbear​ ||

Want to be tagged? Ask me! 

[powersocket]

This shredder is rated for continuous operation

After pulling out our microscope and taking a Extension Cords Suppliers closer look, the Fellowes c-420 PowerShred Strip-Cut Shredderhas proved to be a worthy machine. It's a fairly versatile machine witha not-too-crazy price tag either (but remember you can often get abetter deal if you call or email :-) Overall we'd recommend thismachine but I suggest that you take a look at the specs yourself.

Security

This is the second lowest level of security available rated at a 2.This strip-cut shredder is a tad better than a level 1 machine but nota whole lot. If you are really concerned about the information on yourdocuments then we highly recommend that you start looking at some ofthe cross-cut machines. The one benefit of the strip-cut machine isthat you can shred faster and more pages per pass. Just make sure thatyou are choosing the right security level for your needs.

Shredable Material

The Fellowes c-420 PowerShred Strip-Cut Shreddercan shred CDs, Credit Cards, Paper, Paper Clips, Staples. If you needto be able to shred something else then we recommend that you look at alarger machine and/or look for something with a little bit lowersecurity (the higher the security the less likelihood that the machineshreds something other than paper).

Continuous Motor

This shredder is rated for continuous operation. That means thattheoretically you could shred all day long and the machine would nothave to shut-down to cool off. Remember that results may vary underreal-world operating conditions and things such as the temperature ofthe room will affect the ability of this motor to stay cool andcontinue to shred. We give this machine 2 pats on the back for beingrated continuous duty and we know that you'll appreciate this featurein due time.

Bin Size

The Fellowes c-420 PowerShred Strip-Cut Shredder sports a hefty 32gallon bin. We know that you're not messing around when you get up inthis size. You'll be able to go quite some time before you have toactually empty that thing out. Fill up your machine, skip the gym andjust carry the full bag around the office all day!

Throat Size

We love the 12 inch throat on this shredder because you can put inodd sized paper and it leaves plenty of breathing room when it comes toregular sized paper. Some of the smaller machines will crumple thepaper and eventually jam because the throat opening is just not largeenough.

Auto Oiler

This machine does not come with an auto-oiler and does not have theoption to have one installed. Although automatic oilers are notnecessary to maintain your machine, they do take the guess-work out ofmaintenance. Don't hold it against the machine though as you can easilyoil the machine yourself on regular intervals.

Warranty

The 3 years on Machine - Lifetime on Cutting Heads on the Fellowesc-420 PowerShred Strip-Cut Shredder is one of the best in the industryso rest assured that you are covered. Just make sure that you oil yourmachine and avoid inserting any foreign object in the cutting heads andyou'll be just fine!

Price

The MSRP is $2,649.00 but you can find it for much less online ifyou look around. Don't let the price deter you until you do a littlebit of comparison shopping first.

About the Manufacturer

As a global manufacturer and marketer of business machines, recordsstorage solutions and technology accessories, Fellowes enables peopleto work with greater security, organization and productivity. A firmcommitment to quality and innovation is our core principle. We areguided by an enduring set of values and a strong heritage. We takepride in the strong, long-tenured relationships we share with ourcustomers and suppliers around the world. Our consumers trust thefollowing brands and products that make up the Fellowes business:Fellowes Powershred shredders, workspace and technology accessories,media storage, binding equipment and laminating machines. Bankers BoxRecords storage products and solutions. Body Glove Mobile technologyaccessories. NEATO Media labeling products

Manufacturer Jargon

The Fellowes Powershred C-420 provides superior performance forlarge offices with 10 or more users. Features the exclusive Turbo JamRelease button to power through jams. Heavy duty 1.9 HP motor shreds36-38 sheets per pass into 7/32" strips as fast as 750 sheets perminute. Durable steel cutters accept credit cards, staples, and smallpaper clips, while a designated safety slot accepts CDs. Wide 12" paperentry allows continuous feeding of 80-column paper. Includes a32-gallon pull-out wastebasket for easy waste disposal and autostart/stop for quick, convenient shredder operation. Shuts offautomatically and alerts operator when a jam occurs, wastebasket isfull, or door is ajar. Door offers convenient holder for oil, manual,and shredder bags.

I hope that our break-down here has helped you make your decision on the Fellowes c-420 PowerShred Strip-Cut Shredder.We are always available to answer more specific questions that youmight have, so don't hesitate to give us a call. As always, rememberthat the manufacturer stated specs do not always match up to thereal-world performance that you get from the machine so keep this inmind when deciding on what to buy.

[bells-writes]

Mouth Like Sin (Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

WARNINGS: SWEARING, MENTION OF ALCOHOL AND CIGARETTES, SINFUL BUCKY, CHURCH GIRL READER, PLAYBOY BUCKY KINDA, ANGER, SLIGHT AGGRESSION, ALMOST MATURE CONTENT, STEAMY KISSING

Bucky Barnes has a mouth like sin. Swears, liquor, cigarettes, and god-knows-what-else passes those lips daily. He's also a golden tongued god. That's why he was the boss after all, why he got the big office. Bucky could talk his way out of and in to anything he wanted. He used to pride himself on it. On how he could do anything he wanted with just a few murmured words and a cheesy smile.

That was before he met Y/N. The perfect girl with the perfect Sunday attendance and the oh-so-heavenly mouth. Bucky never knew how he managed such a perfect girl like her. Some days he credited his playboy charm and some days he swears that God is real. He also thought that maybe she wanted to save him. Bucky always thought he was past saving. The crime and all of his other sinful habits he'd picked up through the years had sealed his fate. He'd already paved his road to hell so why bother trying to turn around? But God, that girl made him change his mind.

Everytime she showed up at the clubhouse and let herself into his office her dress was always neatly creased and her hair always perfectly styled, no flyaways in sight. Y/N was the definition of an angel. Every word she said was articulate and thought-out, no slang, no lies, and certainly no swears.

Bucky learned to watch his mouth early into the relationship. The first time he said 'fuck' Y/N left in such a hurry and with such a deep wrinkle between her eyebrows he thought it'd never come out. When he finally saw her a week later he apologized so much that she almost forgot about what happened. She promised him that if he didn't clean up his mouth he'd never get to kiss her. God did he stop swearing after that.

Fucks turned into fudges. Goddamns turned into goshdarns. And shits turned into shoots. Some days it physically hurt him to hold back. Some situations just called for a good, brash word. He'd excuse himself, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. She'd always scrunch her nose at the scratchy feeling of his stubble against her face which would just make Bucky laugh and kiss her again.

She called Bucky a changed man. He would always laugh and say, "Only for you doll" and he'd like to say he meant it but he knows it wasn't true. Bucky was less brash and his temper no longer controlled him. Even in the most stressful situations he was able to hold his anger and his tongue.

But some situations even got the best of him.

Like most days she let herself into his office and was welcomed with open arms and a wide grin.

"There's my babydoll!" Bucky announces loudly, throwing his arms open and inviting her to him.

She giggles at his enthusiasm and practically skips into his arms. As soon as she's in reach Bucky wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her into his lap, taking care not to wrinkle her dress. He presses soft kisses to her neck and cheek making her flush and laugh harder.

"Bucky, baby, your kisses tickle!" She squeals, clutching at his button up. He laughs into the crook of her neck and settles for crushing her in a bear hug. Her giggles taper off into a calm, happy silence as she sits in his lap, legs thrown over his haphazardly. The silence is filled with love. Until it's filled with the sound of Bucky's phone ringing.

She can't help but watch his expressions change. From happy, to serious, to confused, to seriously angry. He slams his phone on his desk and she jumps, not used to his aggressiveness.

"Bucky," she says, cupping his cheek, "What's wrong?"

The softness and naivety in her voice does little to quell the fire growing in his chest. A deal, a very important deal, just fell through. He doesn't know how the mob is going to get the money to pay for what they need. Realistically Bucky knows that it'll work out but the heat in his lungs pushes it's way out of his mouth before he can stop it.

"Fuck," he starts quietly, "That motherfucker."

"Bucky," she says again, voice firmer than before, "You need to relax."

She turns in his lap so she's facing him as his swears grow louder and louder. His chest beneath her hand shakes and she can feel the muscles tensing under her palms. Bucky doesn't stop. And she doesn't blame him. For weeks he was worrying about this deal. For weeks he stayed up late, drafting plans and backup plans to propose to his soon-to-be business partner. He thought he had everything perfect and so did she. But life always has a way of turning things around.

Y/N moves her hands from his chest and grabs his collar tightly and pulls him slightly, just enough to get Bucky's attention. He finally looks directly at her, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide and full of fire. She waits a beat before pulling him hard against her and firmly pressing her lips to his. His hands don't hesitate to grab her hips with the same ferocity as she's holding and kissing him.

When she finally pulls away, she makes Bucky freeze. He can't stop staring at her. Y/N's cheeks are flush and her lips are swollen and red from his stubble. Her hair is finally, finally, falling out of it's perfect styling. God she looks so beautifully disheveled and Bucky can't get over it. His perfect church girl looking like the definition of sin.

"Y/N, God baby. What was that?" He all but moans.

She opens her mouth but no words come out. She can't believe herself. Instead a stuttered explaination tries to work it's way out of her.

"I don't- I don't know what happened. I just had to. Are you okay?"

Bucky smiles. His perfect girl always worried about him.

"I'm great baby. That was the best surprise." He catches her bottom lip on her thumb and let's it go, loving the small gasp that slips out. "You can do that anytime, baby. Anytime."

Finally she smiles and laughs, the awkwardness of the situation wearing out. Y/N let's her head fall to his shoulder as he wraps his arms around her waist once more.

"Babydoll?"

She hums out a small noise, refusing to move from her spot.

"Maybe I'm the one changing you. Am I corrupting you?" The teasing in his voice makes her cheeks light up again and a smile crack her face.

“You might just be, Buck. You might just be.”

TAGS:

@lovely-witch-y

@lokislittlewarrior

@katsen13

@isthat-tyra98

@alpha-pheonix

@josiejosie0

@buckgasms

[kitzatara]

16 Questions!

Answer 16 questions and tag 16 people you want to get to know better.

I was tagged by @isthat-tyra98 thanks cx lol

1) Height: 5”9

2) last thing I googled: Halle Bailey, because I had to know who my new little mermaid is! I can’t wait!

3) Favorite musicians: Marina and the Diamonds, Kesha, Bebe Rexha,Taylor Swift, Camila Cabello, P!nk, Halestorm, Lindsay Stirling, Becky G, Cher Lloyd, Kacey Musgraves, Sara Bareilles, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato, Lizzo, Avril Lavigne, Meghan Trainor, Olivia O’Brien, Julia Michaels, Billie Eilish

4) Song stuck in my head: Señorita by Shawn Mendez and Camila Cabello

5) Followers: 176

6) Following: 611

7) Do you get asks: No, never

8) Amount of sleep: lol I have insomnia, and chronic fatigue, sooooo it’s always changing between 2-10 ish hours.

9) Lucky number: 7 &8

10) What are you wearing: Sweat pants, and a Howls moving Castle tank top

11) Dream Job: I’d love to work for DC comics and either write or illustrate stories with Zatanna. Maybe write novels?

12) Instruments: I sing and used to play the flute

13) Languages: English, I am almost fluent in elder Futhark runes if that counts??? And I can fluently speak backwards

14) Favorite Song: A bible of mermaid pictures by Sofia Carlberg and Siren Song by Julian Moon

15) Random Fact: I used to live in Mumbai India

16) Aesthetic: ummm I guess Mermaid underwater stuff, magic symbols, necklaces, female characters, pencils and sketchbooks, heart shaped sunglasses, art, and emo colors with bright reds, blues, and greens

I tag @homo-hero @veggiepaul @faevictoria @mgannkent @queermista @zatannadaily @zatannarchive @dyketectivecomics @zaatanna @zatannah @dylanbonner90 @homofied @incorrectyjquotes @kaldur-ahms @mutantapologist @roswell-newton-vargas

[miniblackwidow]

16 Questions

Rules: Answer 16 questions and tag 16 people you want to know better.

Tagged by @isthat-tyra98 ❤️

1. Height : 5’10

2. Last thing I googled: Robert Pattinson (looking to see how tall he was... I was bored)

3. Favorite Musicians: Might be here a while 😂 Harry Styles, 5sos, Hozier, Lana del Ray, Halsey, Ariana Grande, Awolnation, In This Moment, The Pretty Reckless, Dorthy, Billie Elilish, Depeche Mode... I could go on forever. I have very eclectic taste.

4. Song stuck in my head: Surprisingly nothing right now

5. Followers: 134

6. Following: 625

7. Do you get asks: Never

8. Amount of Sleep: Depends if I have to get up early but lately 10 hours (on summer break)

9. Lucky Number: Don’t really have one but we’ll go with 69 cause I’m secretly immature

10. What are you wearing: Def Leopard shirt and purple shorts (current pajamas)

11. Dream Job: Criminal profiler (but becoming an EMT while going to school to become a chiropractor)

12. Instruments: Used to play clarinet and violin

13. Languages: English (starting to learn Russian)

14. Favorite Song: Hard to pick but currently Dizzy by MISSIO

15. Random Fact: I’m a bisexual witch

16. Aesthetic: Very eclectic but definitely tattooed, warm colors, rain, books, candles, baking, cuddles... basically if Fall (And Halloween) were a person

I’m tagging: @lemon-sos @dead-betty @gh0st-0f-y0u-95 @axhtons-princess @sugarcoated-pain @dukesnumber1 @harrygivenchy @asht0ns-world @rip-lukes-balsamic @irwinkitten @libracalum @bbylangdon @langdvn @bribethe-door @7-wonders @vickisnart

[patrice-bergerons]

okhiSO onemorningmy carraville heart afterhaving read everysinglefic ever had anIDEA"Y notask all my favewriters 2 do achallenge inwhich theywrite a carravillefic in 15mins??"What couldgo wrong??BASICALLYfor ifurbored af. thechallenge isthat u comeup with an idea&once u start typing set a15min timer&nomore. makesure you tag it #15minsofcarraville (catchyrighf)&we can allread eachother's fics&it'll be cosy like asleepoverANYWAYthx for listeningsorry ifthisweirded u outand have agreat dayPEACE

Duuuddeee this is such a great idea, thank you for thinking of it!!! I’m also always looking for more Carraville to read! And like if it’s *only 15 min* by default then it need not be a Scary Writing Commitment. The only problem on my end is that I’ve met snails who write faster than me so this is…not a lot. Anyway, I hope it is to your liking!

Gary knew when he invited Carra to a family barbecue (or rather when he got his mum to throw a family barbecue so that he could invite Carra to it) that it could turn out to be a huge mistake. After all, Gary’s family was staunchly United when they weren’t giving Everton a cheer and Carra was… his colleague and as Liverpool as you could get. Carra could end up spending the day feeling left out, or worse made fun of, and it would serve to highlight just how different their worlds were after all. It could be a disaster.

“Is that Gary crying on the toilet seat?” Carra said pointing to the family album Tracey was holding on her lap. He had a beer in his hand, looked perfectly at home in his lawn chair and his face was encompassed in a smile of pure delight. “Mind if I take a picture?”

Gary was wrong. In fact he had never been more wrong in his life. Carra got along with his family famously. Gary wanted to gouge all their eyes out with the tongs he was using for the barbecue.

“Yeah, funny story that–” Phil replied from the chair next to Tracey. Phil’s face was also encompassed in a smile of pure delight.

No. Not the story with the toilet seat. Jamie Carragher of all people, with the easy smile and the cheekbones and eyes Gary could never decide were blue or grey had no business hearing the story with the toilet seat.

[lisinfleur]

Bedtime Secrets

The request:

Author’s Notes | I love sweet requests like this for our sweet prince. He deserves some happiness after all. Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW Ivar II, posted for HTGI Event. Words | 1146 ⁑ Warnings: None

From the beginning, you thought that marriage would be a disaster. Not that he wasn't a blessed man, nor you had anything against his condition - as some would meanly say. But you could see he wasn't exactly planning to get married when your father brought the idea to the table where your fate was sealed beside king Ivar the Boneless from Kattegat.

"A pledge of allegiance and long bond," your father said. What better way to tell a king you trust him than offering him your best and bigger treasure?

Definitely not what you wanted for your life. Like all the other women of your age, you wanted to find somebody to love.

You weren't unaware of your condition: as a landlord's daughter, you knew your marriage would much probably be arranged to grant your people's best life, but you asked the gods many times that your marriage would come to join you to a man that would, at least, allow you to reach his heart.

How would you reach anything inside those cold and sharp blue eyes your father delivered you to?

Your marriage was poorly consummated the night it happened. Ivar was an occupied man. Tired from hanging with the Earls, Kings, and other guests of your marriage - which was absolutely bigger than you ever thought your party would be - he touched you a single time.

Nothing but seal the union the ring on your finger had represented.

But the gods decided to send him a message - or strike him right in the middle of his face: You fell pregnant with a single touch of his body. His seed grew roots in your womb from that single moment the two of you shared and then, you saw it change in his eyes.

He didn't become the most loving of the husbands, but his blues weren't that cold for you anymore.

As your father told you, Ivar was a man of his faith, and the idea of having a marriage visibly blessed by the gods was enough to warm his heart towards you.

You were spoiled and covered with the best through your whole pregnancy. You had servants all over you. Anything would stop to tend for your needs.

You never had really tried to approach your husband, afraid he would reject your feelings or make you feel silly for being so emotional. But his reaction to your pregnancy was changing it into you.

And when you gave birth to a beautiful little girl, your walls were completely crumbled by Ivar's teary eyes.

Watching your husband holding your little girl in his arms was the most tender moment you ever saw in your life. His kisses to her forehead, his words whispered to her ears, every single detail of him crushed the fear of your heart by showing he was so much more than his fame would speak about him.

He was ruthless in battle, but his hands were tender to touch your little girl's blankets. He could be a monster to his enemies, but he was the warm embrace your daughter would sleep so easily in.

Little every day, you discovered your husband was as much a loving man as he was a fierce warrior.

Perhaps your dreams became true before you could really notice.

Perhaps there was a chance for you to reach that man's heart.

Not the ruthless king, nor the fearless warrior, but the loving father you watched sitting beside your little one's crib, telling her stories, waving his hands, and making sounds just to get more giggles from your baby girl.

You'd been attracted by the growls in his voice and your baby's loud giggles. And your eyes watched as he told her stories from the gods, playing with his hands your daughter tried to reach for a while. Then the stories became calmer as the little one laid down, watching Ivar's movements from inside her crib.

Soon, he was whispering a low song. And you watched as your little girl embraced her blanket, falling asleep peacefully at the sound of his voice.

Ivar stayed there for a long while, caressing your little girl's face. His rough fingers marked by swords and daggers were so gentle when touching her face. His face, usually so hard, was so tranquil. And his eyes were placid lakes instead of those sharp blades of ice you remember seeing the first time you've seen each other.

Maybe there was space for you there. Perhaps your fear to approach was keeping you from reaching your dreams in his arms.

You dared.

Your steps entered the room slowly, and you sat beside Ivar, catching his eyes almost immediately.

His gentle touch reached your face. His fingers caressed your chin, sliding as you leaned your face into his warm palm.

"My beautiful wife," he mumbled.

Sweet words you had never heard from him, maybe because you never approached enough to hear him speak.

"You came into my life unwarned. I even thought it was a mistake to bring such a delicate treasure into my mess. But look how silly and wrong I was."

Your eyes found his. To your major surprise, his eyes were full of love, his touches were full of tenderness, and you saw yourself leaning into his arms, laying your head against his chest, feeling as Ivar embraced you warmly.

"You're my gift from the gods. And you brought joy into my life. I couldn't be more grateful."

You lifted your face and gently placed your lips over his, kissing him slowly, receiving a tender answer you never thought you would ever get from him so freely.

Smiling was almost inevitable.

"My loving husband," you mumbled. "I'm the lucky woman the gods chose to be by your side. I'm the one who's grateful over everything."

Your eyes watched his lips curling in a beautiful scene you'd seen so few times since you'd known each other.

Ivar was smiling at you, almost like a shy boy, flattered by your words.

"You're so humble, my queen. And it just makes you shine more in my eyes. Come," he said, getting up and holding you by the hand. "Let us close the hall and retire for this day. I wanna spoil my queen tonight and maybe make our joy even bigger, who knows?"

He was clearly saying he wanted to be with you.

To produce more children, which were the joy of his life.

Your heart filled with happiness, and it was your time to smile at him.

"Then may the gods bless me tonight, husband, so I can bring you more joy than you ever thought you could have."

You would remember to thank the gods for your blessings. Ivar was everything you could ever want and, in the end, your dreams couldn't really show you how good would it be to be loved like you were.

Do you like my work? Support me!

Tagged ones:

|| @bluearchersstuff​ || @ivarswickedqueen​ || @akamaiden​ || @bang-kim-bap​ || @cris101071​ || @elysias-temple​ || @alicedopey​ || @queen-see-ya-in-valhalla​ || @lol-haha-joke​ || @readsalot73​ || @rekdreams247​ || @naaladareia​ || @laketaj24​ || @therealcalicali​ || @grungyblonde​ || @arses21434 || @honestsycrets​ || @2thequietone4 || @blackspiritshake​ || @vikingsbifrost​ || @wallabieswisher || @cyarikashakira​ || @chinduda​ || @isthat-tyra98​ || @xinyourdreamsx​ || @thiahilmarsdottir​ || @queenbeeta​ || @winchesterwife27​ || @gold-dragon-slayer​ || @mzliterarydreamer​ || @youbloodymadgenius​ || @marvelouuse​ || @tgrrose​ || @lif3snotouttogetyou​ || @lordsexmachine​ || @deathbyarabbit​ || @ietss​ || @thorins-queen-of-erebor​ || @didiintheblog​ || @h-e-a-v-y-l-e-a-t-h-e-r || @heavenly1927​ || @alexhandersenx​ || @alexisshoto​ || @letsloveimagines​ || @astrape-the-weatherwitch​ || @destynelseclipsa​ || @charming-merlin​ || @violetidk​ || @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie​ || @ghvsts​ || @littlemoonchildbear​ ||

Want to be tagged? Ask me! 

[laketaj24]

Silk

Author’s Note:Trying to catch up for not writing in a while lol So I liked Ivar last week! If you have not started Season 6 of Vikings this fic doesn’t have spoilers in this if you have watched the commercials and advertisements. But if you would rather not dive into Ivar season 6, don’t read this!! I also tagged it. To those of you that do read! I hope you enjoy! This variants a little from what was requested.  Let me know what you think! Taglist Open/Requests Open

Warnings: SMUT

Requested: Could I request an Ivar x reader smut where the reader is a woc from maybe central africa. She (mixed so she speaks norse and tribal language) and other people from her tribe are merchants and stumble upon the Norsemen. After a lik hustle and bustle they make good connections and especially ivar and the reader if you catch my drift ... 😏☺️            

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

There were murmurs along the Silk Road, a god was among you. He walked among the people, talked and lived among the people. There was always plenty to do, but chasing a God held a precedent for you. You’d taken to the Silk Road as a child. Traveling with your sister selling what you could from your tribe and bringing the riches back to them every year. Nothing was different this year but the God. You were set on finding him, taking his seed and birthing his son. It was your plan, and everyone in the Tribe would know your child was the son of a god. Ambitious? Yes. Did you care? No.

“There he is,” Your younger sister pointed to the man carried carriage in the center of the market area. The brawny man moved through the sea of people like an expert. She turned to face you, placing the fine silk on the basket. “What will you do?”

“He has to rest and when he does, I will go to him.”

“And what will do?”

“Stay with our things, guard them. I will not take long.” The worry surfaced her face and you touched her back. “Sister.” You smiled. “Everything will be fine.”

He slept, near the tree with his furs piled high and fire burning. His guard set to the left of him, like a watchdog checking for every loud crunch in the woods. You watched from the east of him with your furs wrapped around your body camouflaged in the dark. You had a plan; you always had a plan. Catch him alone, sleep with him and leave. Simple.

The first step would be to distract the guard. You grabbed the stone tossing it into the woods and his eyes darted to the moving bush a few feet away. He saw it didn’t care to move about it. Ivar the God raised from the furs looking over at the bush. His voice was soft and low.

“What was that?” No worry shrouded his voice just curiosity.

“It was nothing.” He said. “We should sleep.” He dulled the fire to a small burn. It took the light from them but you could still see the silhouettes of their bodies.

You reached onto the ground and grabbed another rock. This time a larger one that would cause an alarm. Your arm was strong. You flung into the bush and this time the guard stood with his cupping the hilt of his sword. He moved away from the camp and you celebrated. You reached for your bag at your side and feel the warm hand next to you. Your first instinct was to scream but it was done as that hand cupped your mouth and smothered you.

“What are you doing here huh?” The cold blade pressed against the nape of your neck and the beard of assailant touched your neck. “Speak!” he growled.

“I am here to lay with the God Ivar.” The blatant truth rolled from your tongue. “I want to carry the son of a god.”

“Are you crazy, hmmm? Are you mad? Have the Gods not given you any other vices than to stir with men as they attempt to sleep? There is no God Ivar.” He hissed. His heavy body covered yours. “Your child would be no God.” He rolled from you.

Your eyes cut over to the camp only to see there is no more Ivar, only the guard standing in bewilderment. You pushed the man’s leg from your body. “You will say nothing of this.”

“Who am I to tell?” He chuckled. “I am the man you know as Ivar the God,” The leaves rustled as he drags himself from beside you, “leave here.”

“Then you are no man.” The grin covered your face as you moved closer to him. You revealed yourself to him in the flicker of the flame. The cold gust of air hit you like a ton of bricks as you stepped into the light. “I see you are a God, Ivar.” The Norse rolled from your tongue. “I want to pay tribute to you.”

The scowl surfaced his face and his brow furrowed in dismay, “You do not take no for answer, do you. I said leave, now leave.”

“Or what? You say you are no god, what could you do to me that I already do not desire to happen.”

Ivar crawled back to his furs mumbling beneath his breath. There was a wave of inherent anger in him that you were not understanding, he was a god. You gripped the hilt of your blade and within seconds you were over to him. You stood over him and he glared up at you with spite. “You are stubborn.”

“Are you not going to accept my offer?” You fold your arms across your chest and watching him smile, and somehow behind that mask of stern disapproval, you can see the real person in there. “Ivar.”

“Come here.” He gestured with his fingers and you tried to hide the instant satisfaction within your spirit, it was near impossible. You lowered yourself to the ground beside him and his hands were quick. He wrapped his hands around your kinked curls and pulled your face to his. The exhausted eyes bore into you before he flipped you onto the furs and pooled your skirt up around your thighs. Your feet hung off the furs, dangling to the cold ground. He positioned himself on top of you.

Your excitement was mixed with fear, the sweat bead rolled down the side of your face. His leather glove swiped down the side of your face. He moved with his other hand unsheathing himself from his robes. You felt his heat against your thigh and swallowed. “You wanted the God Ivar.” He growled. He looked down at your pussy unable to see but still able to spit on your pussy. He coaxed the pad of his finger rubbing your clit once and then he thrust into you. Your body jolted as the powerful slap to your thighs came.

Your eyes snapped shut from the pain, it was too late to mention to him you were a virgin and perhaps some gentleness was needed. But from his strokes and the way he stilled when your pussy clenched around him, he knew.

His eyes lit as he looked down on you. “Oh, I have found the real silk on Silk Road.” His moans were muted and his hair shaded you from the eyes that were possibly hooked on you. Your pussy was wet for him, persuading him to go faster. Your hips start to wind and the tempo is something that you can handle, something that you crave now.

He said no words and you didn’t need them. The sensation that surrounded you was too much to take on. You couldn’t concentrate on being cold because his heavy body warmed you, and the harder he fucked the hotter you were. “for my child, what will you give me huh?” He whispered.

You looked at him. “I give you a son.”

“I do not want it.” He hissed as he pushed your legs further apart and impaled you once more. “Something more.” He growled. “Give me your life.” He smiled and the pricks of his beard were followed by the touch of his teeth. “Say it!”

“I give you my life Ivar!”

“The god.” He smiled and tugged at your hair. Your body begun to take over with its movements as your back buckled up from the ground and arched into him. Your mewls echoed through the woods followed by the satisfying grunt of Ivar as he came in you.

The woods stirred and the guard resurfaced, with your sister in hand. “Found the menace.” He paused when his eyes were hooked on you quivering beneath Ivar. “And it seems you have too.”

“Good.” Ivar paused. “Two sacrifices offered up the gods.” He grinned.

Your eyes bucked as you tried to scramble away from him, and his hand hooked your feet. “Where are you going so fast?” he laughed.

Taglist: @ivarsshieldmadien | @equalstrashflavoredtrash | @whenimaunicorn | @akamaiden | @siren-queen03 | @titty-teetee | @sparklemichele |   @wilddrabble | @imgoldielikehawn | @greennightspider  | @kenzieam @tomarisela  | @scumyeol | @raindrop-dewdrop |  @naaladareia | @vikingsmania  | @readsalot73 | @oddsnendsfanfics |  @amour-quinn | @wheredidallthedreamersgo | @unsure-but-trying  | @lisinfleur |  @ceridwenofwales | @leaderradiante |    |  @captstefanbrandt | @therealcalicali | @lol-haha-joke | @b-j-d | @cinnabearice | @tephi101 | @grungyblonde​ |  @igetcarriedawaywithyou | @honestsycrets | @sunnyfortomorrow​ | @earthsmightiestasses​ | @sincerelysinister​ | @dangerousvikings​ | @queen-see-ya-in-valhalla​ |   @tgrrose​ | @tierneygonzalez​ | @ivaraddict​ | @alicedopey​ | @brownsugerhippy​ | @purplerain85 | @quaint-and-curious-being​ | @doloreschanal​ | @ilvebeenabad​ | @strangunddurm​ | @dangerous-like-a-loaded-pistol​ | @young-ugly-god​ | @blackspiritshake​ | @trailerthoughtstexas​@starrmoondaisy​ | @trailerthoughtstexas​ | @booyouwhore​ | @athroatfullofglass​ | @riottkatt​ |  @honeyofthegods​| @car-karaoke  | @funmadnessandbadassvikings​ | @jennadoll19-blog​| @khiraeth​ | @geekandbooknerd​ | @rabeccablake​ | @savismith​|  @chinduda​ | @innerpaperexpertcloud​ | @crushed-pink-petals | @bewitch3dforivar | @pancakeboat​ | @mdlady​| @ainatirb-j​ | @red-rose-21 | @isthat-tyra98 | @trashqueenbitch​ | @walkxthexmoon​ | @anunintentionalwriter​ | @millie67 |  @eleventhdoctorsangel​ | @reeree1500 | @tamed–chaos | @queenbeeta​ |   @artsyle​@medievalfangirl​ | @fangrltiara​ | @artsyle​ | @fallslikefeather​ | @eclecticblkgirl​ | @pinkrockstar19 | @therandomthoughtsofmsparker​

[powersocket]

Four swivel casters make moving from one area to another abreeze

After pulling out our microscope and taking a closer look, the SEM 2125S Strip-Cut Shredderhas proved to be a worthy machine. It's a fairly versatile machine witha not-too-crazy price tag either (but remember you can often get abetter deal if you call or email :-) Overall we'd recommend surge protection thismachine but I suggest that you take a look at the specs yourself.

Security

This is the second lowest level of security available rated at a 2.This strip-cut shredder is a tad better than a level 1 machine but nota whole lot. If you are really concerned about the information on yourdocuments then we highly recommend that you start looking at some ofthe cross-cut machines. The one benefit of the strip-cut machine isthat you can shred faster and more pages per pass. Just make sure thatyou are choosing the right security level for your needs.

Shredable Material

The SEM 2125S Strip-Cut Shreddercan shred Paper, Paper Clips, Staples. If you need to be able to shredsomething else then we recommend that you look at a larger machineand/or look for something with a little bit lower security (the higherthe security the less likelihood that the machine shreds somethingother than paper).

Continuous Motor

This shredder is not rated for continuous use. That simply meansthat you will have to shut the machine down after a certain period oftime to let it cool off. Now don't let this scare you away because mostpeople will never reach that point unless they just sit down and startshredding and shredding and shredding. If you plan on doing all yourshredding at one sitting then it is highly recommended that you get amachine with a continuous duty motor, otherwise you're just fine.

Bin Size

The SEM 2125S Strip-Cut Shredderhas a 20 gallon bin. We're happy with this size because it will giveyou a bit more time between emptying your bin. Although the size maymake it difficult to fit this shredder in a tight space, it's alwaysworth it in the long run to get a bigger bin size and move your officearound a bit.

Throat Size

We love the 10.25 inch throat on this shredder because you can putin odd sized paper and it leaves plenty of breathing room when it comesto regular sized paper. Some of the smaller machines will crumple thepaper and eventually jam because the throat opening is just not largeenough.

Auto Oiler

With an Optional Auto-Oiler available on this machine we highlyrecommend that you get it pre-installed. The machine is pre-wired toaccept an oiler so all the manufacturer has to do is hook it upproperly and you'll never have to worry about messy oil again.Automatically oiling your machine takes the guess-work out ofmaintenance and will most likely increase the life of your machine.

Warranty

The 3 Years Parts / 90 Days Labor / 6 Years on Cutting Heads on theSEM 2125S Strip-Cut Shredder is one of the best in the industry so restassured that you are covered. Just make sure that you oil your machineand avoid inserting any foreign object in the cutting heads and you'llbe just fine

Price

The MSRP is $1,187.49 but you can find it for much less online ifyou look around. Don't let the price deter you until you do a littlebit of comparison shopping first.

About the Manufacturer

SEM is the only shredder and data destruction manufacturer with adirect sales force to meet the needs of USA and Worldwide customers.They are trained in all aspects of shredder, disintegrator and othersecurity product applications. They are backed by the industry's mostresponsive Customer Service and Sales Support personnel. So next timeyou need a shredder or a complete destruction solution, consider thepeople as well as the machine.

Manufacturer Jargon

The Model 2125S is STRIP CUT Shredder an ideal for medium dutyapplications. Designed with safety in mind, it features a SPS ( SafetyProtection System), an exclusive electronically controlled safety flapin the feed opening. When the machine is shredding, the flap closes forsafety. It also features a new multi-function control element (switch)which has integrated optical signals and is color coated forconvenience. Four swivel casters make moving from one area to another abreeze.

I hope that our break-down here has helped you make your decision on the SEM 2125S Strip-Cut Shredder.We are always available to answer more specific questions that youmight have, so don't hesitate to give us a call. As always, rememberthat the manufacturer stated specs do not always match up to thereal-world performance that you get from the machine so keep this inmind when deciding on what to buy.

​

[a-ship-is-safe-in-harbor]

okhiSO onemorningmy carraville heart afterhaving read everysinglefic ever had anIDEA"Y notask all my favewriters 2 do achallenge inwhich theywrite a carravillefic in 15mins??"What couldgo wrong??BASICALLYfor ifurbored af. thechallenge isthat u comeup with an idea&once u start typing set a15min timer&nomore. makesure you tag it #15minsofcarraville (catchyrighf)&we can allread eachother's fics&it'll be cosy like asleepoverANYWAYthx for listeningsorry ifthisweirded u outand have agreat dayPEACE

I PROMISE I’LL TRY!! AND TRY NOT TO CHEAT! 

SUCH A COOL IDEA ANON!

[bells-writes]

Mouth Like Sin (Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x Reader)(Repost)

WARNINGS: SWEARING, MENTION OF ALCOHOL AND CIGARETTES, SINFUL BUCKY, CHURCH GIRL READER, PLAYBOY BUCKY KINDA, ANGER, SLIGHT AGGRESSION, ALMOST MATURE CONTENT, STEAMY KISSING

Bucky Barnes has a mouth like sin. Swears, liquor, cigarettes, and god-knows-what-else passes those lips daily. He’s also a golden tongued god. That’s why he was the boss after all, why he got the big office. Bucky could talk his way out of and in to anything he wanted. He used to pride himself on it. On how he could do anything he wanted with just a few murmured words and a cheesy smile.

That was before he met Y/N. The perfect girl with the perfect Sunday attendance and the oh-so-heavenly mouth. Bucky never knew how he managed such a perfect girl like her. Some days he credited his playboy charm and some days he swears that God is real. He also thought that maybe she wanted to save him. Bucky always thought he was past saving. The crime and all of his other sinful habits he’d picked up through the years had sealed his fate. He’d already paved his road to hell so why bother trying to turn around? But God, that girl made him change his mind.

Every time she showed up at the clubhouse and let herself into his office her dress was always neatly creased and her hair always perfectly styled, no flyways in sight. Y/N was the definition of an angel. Every word she said was articulate and thought-out, no slang, no lies, and certainly no swears.

Bucky learned to watch his mouth early into the relationship. The first time he said ‘fuck’ Y/N left in such a hurry and with such a deep wrinkle between her eyebrows he thought it’d never come out. When he finally saw her a week later he apologized so much that she almost forgot about what happened. She promised him that if he didn’t clean up his mouth he’d never get to kiss her. God did he stop swearing after that.

Fucks turned into fudges. Goddamns turned into goshdarns. And shits turned into shoots. Some days it physically hurt him to hold back. Some situations just called for a good, brash word. He’d excuse himself, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. She’d always scrunch her nose at the scratchy feeling of his stubble against her face which would just make Bucky laugh and kiss her again.

She called Bucky a changed man. He would always laugh and say, “Only for you doll” and he’d like to say he meant it but he knows it wasn’t true. Bucky was less brash and his temper no longer controlled him. Even in the most stressful situations he was able to hold his anger and his tongue.

But some situations even got the best of him.

Like most days she let herself into his office and was welcomed with open arms and a wide grin.

“There’s my babydoll!” Bucky announces loudly, throwing his arms open and inviting her to him.

She giggles at his enthusiasm and practically skips into his arms. As soon as she’s in reach Bucky wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her into his lap, taking care not to wrinkle her dress. He presses soft kisses to her neck and cheek making her flush and laugh harder.

“Bucky, baby, your kisses tickle!” She squeals, clutching at his button up. He laughs into the crook of her neck and settles for crushing her in a bear hug. Her giggles taper off into a calm, happy silence as she sits in his lap, legs thrown over his haphazardly. The silence is filled with love. Until it’s filled with the sound of Bucky’s phone ringing.

She can’t help but watch his expressions change. From happy, to serious, to confused, to seriously angry. He slams his phone on his desk and she jumps, not used to his aggressiveness.

“Bucky,” she says, cupping his cheek, “What’s wrong?”

The softness and naivety in her voice does little to quell the fire growing in his chest. A deal, a very important deal, just fell through. He doesn’t know how the mob is going to get the money to pay for what they need. Realistically Bucky knows that it’ll work out but the heat in his lungs pushes it’s way out of his mouth before he can stop it.

“Fuck,” he starts quietly, “That motherfucker.”

“Bucky,” she says again, voice firmer than before, “You need to relax.”

She turns in his lap so she’s facing him as his swears grow louder and louder. His chest beneath her hand shakes and she can feel the muscles tensing under her palms. Bucky doesn’t stop. And she doesn’t blame him. For weeks he was worrying about this deal. For weeks he stayed up late, drafting plans and backup plans to propose to his soon-to-be business partner. He thought he had everything perfect and so did she. But life always has a way of turning things around.

Y/N moves her hands from his chest and grabs his collar tightly and pulls him slightly, just enough to get Bucky’s attention. He finally looks directly at her, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide and full of fire. She waits a beat before pulling him hard against her and firmly pressing her lips to his. His hands don’t hesitate to grab her hips with the same ferocity as she’s holding and kissing him.

When she finally pulls away, she makes Bucky freeze. He can’t stop staring at her. Y/N’s cheeks are flush and her lips are swollen and red from his stubble. Her hair is finally, finally, falling out of it’s perfect styling. God she looks so beautifully disheveled and Bucky can’t get over it. His perfect church girl looking like the definition of sin.

“Y/N, God baby. What was that?” He all but moans.

She opens her mouth but no words come out. She can’t believe herself. Instead a stuttered explanation tries to work it’s way out of her.

“I don’t- I don���t know what happened. I just had to. Are you okay?”

Bucky smiles. His perfect girl always worried about him.

“I’m great baby. That was the best surprise.” He catches her bottom lip on her thumb and let’s it go, loving the small gasp that slips out. “You can do that anytime, baby. Anytime.”

Finally she smiles and laughs, the awkwardness of the situation wearing out. Y/N let’s her head fall to his shoulder as he wraps his arms around her waist once more.

“Babydoll?”

She hums out a small noise, refusing to move from her spot.

“Maybe I’m the one changing you. Am I corrupting you?” The teasing in his voice makes her cheeks light up again and a smile crack her face.

“You might just be, Buck. You might just be.”

TAGS:

@lovely-witch-y

@lokislittlewarrior

@katsen13

@isthat-tyra98

@alpha-pheonix

@josiejosie0

@buckgasms

[carraville]

okhiSO onemorningmy carraville heart afterhaving read everysinglefic ever had anIDEA"Y notask all my favewriters 2 do achallenge inwhich theywrite a carravillefic in 15mins??"What couldgo wrong??BASICALLYfor ifurbored af. thechallenge isthat u comeup with an idea&once u start typing set a15min timer&nomore. makesure you tag it #15minsofcarraville (catchyrighf)&we can allread eachother's fics&it'll be cosy like asleepoverANYWAYthx for listeningsorry ifthisweirded u outand have agreat dayPEACE

oh my god OK THIS IS simultaneously the greatest idea of All Time as well as the most terrible bc i take 3 weeks to write anything that resembles something but YES PLEASE DO THIS BC IT WOULD BE AMAZING AND I WILL TRY TO DO THE THING N NOT BE EMBARRASSING

[0minabean0]

Hi 👋

I was tagged by @isthat-tyra98

Just parroting what she said but six is definitely not enough lol

So I’m gonna place BTS as one unit/person if that’s alright

Keanu Reeves

Hamid Fadaei

Jonathon Rhys Meyers

Alex Hogh Anderson

Imran Abbas

I shall tag: anyone who would like to do it 😊

SixHot Guys

I was tagged by @little-miss-emmalie ❤️

Okay so six isn’t nearly enough , but let’s shine a light on these hotties :

Sebastian Stan

Lewis Tan

Anthony Mackie

Marco Ilso

Chris Hemsworth

Winston Duke

Imma tag : @fluffy-monsta1 @lisinfleur @miniblackwidow @bewitch3dforivar @kissedbydragonfire @zatanna-maximoff @honestsycrets @laketaj24 @imgoldielikehawn