#prompt 1089

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Prompt #1089

"Why did you come back?"

"Because I forgot something important."

"Oh, what did you forget?"

"You, you idiot."

[wonderful-prompts]

Prompt #1089

“I’m sorry, have we met?”

Somehow, the politeness was more infuriating than if they had been simply left to imagine their old friend cackling at their dismay. Their life left stagnant by the betrayal.

Their face burned. “No, we haven’t.”

[hockybish]

Forget Something?

l Brandon Duhaime l Brandon x Reader l masterlist l

"Well this was ... fun." She smiled at Brandon when he had walked her to her front door. "We should uh, do it again sometime."

She waited a solid minute for him to respond or kiss her or anything really before she reached for the door knob.

Sure the date had been a bit awkward at times, like when he had accidentally tipped over her wine glass and it spilled onto her dress. It was only the first date, the next one would be better.

But still, she had a good time. Brandon was kind, funny, and thoughtful. He knew about her allergies and bought her lego flowers instead of real ones. And he never failed to make her laugh through out the night.

"Yup" Brandon bit the corner of his lips. Every thought he had been thinking had flown out the window hours earlier and he was still so nervous, that he didn't know what to say, all he could do was watch her close the door behind her.

"Stupid stupid idiot." He mumbled when he knew she wouldn't be able to hear him anymore. Of course now that she was gone, all thoughts had come back to him.

Why didn't he kiss her? Or at the very least say good night? Idiot. Stupid idiot.

He was ready to go back to his recently put back together car and head back to the apartment where he could sulk in private and where he could wait several days before he got the nerve to message her again.

His back was to her door already and he didn't hear it open at all. But Brandon did feel a hand slip in his and give a squeeze. He turned around and there she was.

"Why did you come back?" He frowned, cocking his head to the side.

"Because I forgot something important." She licked her lips and took a deep breath.

"Oh, what did you forget?" Brandon stood a little straighter, totally clueless to what she was about to do.

"You, you idiot." She grabbed his face, bringing it closer so she could kiss him.

Let me know what you think

prompt #1089 from @creativepromptsforwriting

[scummy-writes]

A Pinch Of Love - A Gilbert/Silvio/Reader fanfic

Rating: Mature/Explicit (minors dni)

Words: 1089

Tags: Modern au, cooking together, cum tasting/drinking, cum cookies, spit tasting references, references to blowjobs, biting, cooking with cum, poly relationship

This is for @xxsycamore's Sweet and Spicy Wintertime prompt list! I am late as usual when I try to join a prompt thing, but I still had fun! As soon as she dropped this I knew I had to write gilbert being a fuckin weirdo (affectionate). Thank you, Mo, for making this event!!

It wasn't unusual for Gilbert to keep you company in the kitchen, idly sitting at the nearby table while you switched between reading recipes to mixing in ingredients. What was, however, was Silvio joining the two of you.

While you busied yourself with the batter, they sat at the table clad in their pajamas- a requirement that you insisted on for today's festivities. Because for the first time, all three of you could be together for Christmas.

Not a baker himself, Silvio sat by Gilbert and offered his help in other ways: such as smacking Gilbert's hand away from the shakers of sprinkles and icing that littered the table.

“Will ya stop that?”

Gilbert ignored him, successfully swiping a shaker with snowflakes and pearl sprinkles inside, popping the lid open. As he poured some onto his palm for easier eating, Silvio rolled his eyes.

“If ya eat everything before we can even decorate, what's the damn point in us takin’ the day off fer this?”

For the sake of your sanity, you ignored how Gilbert prodded and teased Silvio back, focusing on the next step in your process.

“Gil? Can you tell me what else comes after the spices?”

He lazily swiped on your phone, reading out the next set of directions for you, “the recipe says to add a ‘pinch of love’.”

You muttered a hum, amused with the cutesy addition, but in the background you heard Silvio click his tongue. A warning sound towards his growing annoyance. Peeking at them, you saw Gilbert's lips quirk into his telltale smile. His eyes flicked between giving your mouth, and Silvio's, a slow once over, and you knew what he was going to suggest. An implemented habit that he had been trying to instill in the both of you: spitting.

Silvio stared. Unblinking, slowly furrowing his brows as Gilbert's smile widened.

“The damned coffee wasn't enough fer ya?”

“Hehe, and what if it wasn't? What if I'd like you both to-”

“Don't drag ‘er into this!”

“If you'd rather, we can try a different ingredient.”

Silvio went to speak, but instead caught how Gilbert's eyes trailed down his torso, settling between his legs for a moment before flicking back towards Silvio's gaze.

“Ain't no fuckin’ way, these cookies are fer all of us.”

“Hmm? I've never complained about how either of you tasted before. Surely-”

“No. I ain't doin’ that.”

The chair was pushed back as Silvio stood up, gaining distance between him and Gilbert by leaning against the fridge instead. Still keeping his promise by spending time with the two of you, but avoiding further teasing.

In theory.

Because when you laughed and shook your head, intending to turn back to focus on mixing, you heard the shuffling of chairs. Light steps, a few curses slipped under a sigh. All enough to stop you once more, peeking over your shoulder to see Gilbert facing Silvio. He stared Silvio down with a smile, moving his cold hands to Silvio's hips.

Watching how Silvio slowly relented to Gilbert made you awestruck, in ways. Both men were stubborn in what they wanted, yet out of the three of you, Silvio hardly confessed to his wants unless he felt in control of them.

Which led him to being pressed up against the fridge, turning his head away from the both of you, cheeks flushed as Gilbert teased his fingers along the waistband of Silvio's gray pajama bottoms. Unable to admit to his more ‘odd’ desires once again.

Gilbert gave no slack, like you did. Instead he doubled down on his teasing, always itching to have Silvio speak out on the pleasures he sought.

“I thought you liked to watch?” He teased, but when Silvio made no further movement, he just simply shrugged.

Slowly, Gilbert hooked two fingers on his waistband, easily pulling it down just enough for Silvio's hardened cock to slip free, eliciting a shuddering sigh from both of them.

“Hehe, you always fuss about how gross I am, but look at how hard you are.”

“That's just-ngh…”

At his cock finally being touched by Gilbert ghosting his fingers along the length, Silvio finally looked over at Gilbert- only to have his cheek pressed back against the fridge.

“Who said you could look after lying like that?” The words were a playful chide, but Gilbert still kept Silvio's head in place as he murmured in his ear, “it's only good boys who get to watch.”

His body tensed as Gilbert flattened his tongue against his neck, licking a wet stripe along the length, ending with a bite between his shoulder and neck. Hard enough to mark, to bruise, but not draw blood.

There were complaints on the tip of Silvio's tongue, ready to fly out, but you didn't miss the way his cock twitched, especially as Gilbert trailed his fingers along the underside.

“Hey,” Gilbert called to you, voice no longer holding the warning edge it had for Silvio, “make sure he behaves?”

There was no need for clarification, not when Gilbert finally let go of Silvio's chin to ease onto his knees, taking time to mouth kisses down Silvio's abdomen to rile him up further.

So you set your mixing spoon aside, moving to face Silvio, to hold him in place with kisses and bites, your hand snaked under his shirt to tease his chest. Despite how many times the three of you had been intimate, his ears still blazed bright, trying to hold back his moans when Gilbert's lips reached the base of his cock.

.

Soft crackling emitted from the fireplace as the three of you sat together on the couch, watching the first of many holiday movies for the day. Blankets were haphazardly shared between you, with Gilbert claiming more even when his spot was closest to the fire. Through the layers, Silvio's hand sought yours, fingers twining together.

On the coffee table lay the cookies you all had a hand in making today, decorated clumsily with icing. Some of the shaped cookies were clad in eyepatches, others with jewelry or coin, while others had rabbit ears and hearts for decorations.

Gilbert, eyes still on the television, reached for another. He acted oblivious towards Silvio's staring, turning towards the man and offering a cookie.

“Want one?”

“Those are all yours.”

“Technically, they all have a piece of us in them, so-”

“No.”

And once more, the bickering began anew. Yet through all of Silvio's sighs, he still had an arm snaked around Gilbert's shoulders, sharing what warmth he had.

steeples hands. I really just wanted to write the endscene, but I needed context and. Well. Cum cookies (cumkies, if you will.)

You saw the tags. I don't really wanna hear any complaints if you didnt like it, please and thank you.

If you enjoyed it, please feel free to say so! I do like thinking about gilbert being a lil fuckin weirdo honestly.

Taglist (Please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed!):

@yarnnerdally @katriniac @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @bakaneko-chan @skoetiepoetie @bestbryn @nightghoul381 @xbalayage @lokis-laugh @queengiuliettafirstlady @candied-boys @keithsandwich @bubblexly @ridiculouslly-ridiculous @drewadoodle @drachonia @portrait-ninja @mimi-but-main

Ikepri Masterlist | Ikevamp Masterlist | Ikevamp/Ikepri Server

[missmungoe]

titles, a little future-fic inspired by a spoiler I saw for chapter 1089. Shanks x Makino & Pirate King!Luffy.

She’d been saying it for so long it had become second nature, from the moment her belly had first started rounding under her hands, talking to the child within, to the mornings she'd work in her bar, her newborn sleeping in the sling against her breast, telling him about the boy who'd used to come running through her doors, leaves in his hair and dirt under his fingernails, and his little hands cupped around a beetle for her; the one who was no longer a boy but a king, although Makino wondered sometimes if he always would be the first, to her.

But she said it often, wanting her son to know him for what he was, ever-growing bounty and long list of monikers notwithstanding, Straw-Hat and Emperor and King. And so it only followed that he would take to saying it, too, the syllables taking shape, first awkwardly as he learned to speak, and then with more confidence, until it became a common occurrence, whenever his photograph appeared in the newspaper, or an updated edition of his wanted poster.

“Big brother!”

“Yes,” she would say, ruffling his hair tenderly where he'd sit on the floor by the bar, his little hands wrapped around the poster, showing her the grinning face on it, the boy she'd once known now a young man, and changed in more ways than just the years that had passed since his departure, his once-black hair bleached the white of a brilliant sun. But even older, and different, she knew the smiling face beneath the black print, and better than most. “That’s your big brother.”

This usually prompted an eager repetition, in the way of children learning how the pieces of their world fit together, mama and papa and uncle, and her son had a hundred and then some, each one as dear as the next. And brother, although she hoped it would be a few more years before he started asking about the specifics of this particular family tree, wonderful and complicated as it was, but Makino would tell him when he did―that brother didn't need to mean by blood, and that no one knew the meaning of the word as well as his own did, the two who lived, and the one she would make sure still did, remembered in the wide brown eyes asking for stories about him.

But accepting their relation was simple enough, the words repeated often, and she quickly learned to distinguish the different inflections and what they meant, spoken to a photograph in the paper, or shrieked at a passerby in a straw-hat in Goa’s market district. And gentler, after tucking him in, the implied request made with those wide brown eyes, “Big brother?”

“Shall we read the story?” Makino would ask, and after a furious nod, she’d read from the latest article in the newspaper, embellishing the sometimes dry journalistic descriptions with the skill of a girl who’d grown up between the pages of books, although the theatrics she’d learned from someone else (his father, who’d tell it better, Makino knew, or at least with more panache, and a flourish that would see their son shrieking with laughter), and glossing over certain segments, included to keep the navy appeased, although she could have read every word verbatim and those wide eyes wouldn’t have changed, the hero in his story untouched by the judgement of the navy and the world press, but then as far as Monkey D. Luffy was concerned, that little heart had already made up its mind about what he was.

And she’d grown so used to hearing the words, babbled to himself as he played, content in his own company as she'd always been in hers, bringing his long-time hero to life with his imagination, the brother he hadn't even met yet, that she didn’t even react, the morning it was suddenly shrieked into the quiet common room of her bar.

“Big brother!!!”

She was in the storeroom trying to focus on doing inventory (it was hard with a hand up her skirt, and she was trying her best to be quiet), when she heard it, pitched with such a shrill delight it made her wonder if the newspaper had arrived with an updated wanted poster, before another voice asked, deeper than she remembered―

“Makino?”

She nearly dropped the bottle in her hands, and only a nimble set of fingers saved it from shattering across the floor of her pantry, and that somehow still had time to adjust her skirt before she fairly threw herself through the door where it sat ajar, a deep laugh chasing her.

A man stood in the doorway of her bar, the bat-wing doors still swinging behind him (she could still remember a time he'd been small enough to walk beneath them, Makino thought, dazed).

Her son had pushed up on his feet, his little hands fisted in the cloak draping from Luffy's shoulders, wider than she remembered, and his own hands lifted to hover around the eager little boy who'd run to greet him.

For his part, Luffy looked like he wasn’t sure he’d entered the right bar.

“Um,” he said, to the toddler excitedly tugging at his cloak.

“Up!"

The demand was answered promptly and without question, but then for all his visible confusion, there were few Makino knew who could readjust as quickly as the young man before her, now holding her son and looking like he still wasn’t sure he’d docked in the right port.

On his hip, Ace was beaming, but then there was no confusion in that little heart of just who’d walked through her doors.

Luffy looked from the toddler on his hip to her, standing behind the counter, his mouth open like he was about to say something, when several more figures appeared through the bat-wing doors behind him.

“Who’s this?” a beautiful young woman with long copper hair asked. Nami, Makino knew her name, but then their wanted posters filled the back wall of her pantry.

“He’s cute,” Nico Robin agreed, appearing on Luffy's other side.

“You’re holding him weird,” Zoro said, his arms crossed, before his one eye swept the common room of her bar. Makino saw it pause on her where she stood, and the sword peeking out from behind her back, slid through the knot of her apron.

“You didn’t mention you had a little brother, Luffy,” Franky said, lifting his sunglasses where he’d ducked through her doorway.

“This must be the enchanting Makino-chan~!”

Sanji had barely made it two steps into her bar before Nami yanked him back by the jacket of his suit.

"Makino-san," greeted the skeleton politely, his cane tucked beneath his arm as he swept her a bow, even going so far as to take off his top hat. Then as he straightened back up, "Might I be so bold as to ask you―"

"No," Nami cut him off.

“Apologies for not calling ahead,” said another voice, as Makino's eyes widened, moving up the towering fishman who'd appeared behind the others, the words directed to her as Jinbei inclined his head in a bow. Then with a grin at Luffy, “Captain wanted it to be a surprise, although it seems he’s been beaten to the punch."

Still holding her son, his wide brown eyes taking in the crew around him, Luffy didn’t seem to know what to say.

"Why are you so shocked?" Usopp asked him. "Dad told me before they left. Didn't Red-Hair say anything?"

Luffy looked at him, his eyes wide, just as calm footsteps drew their collective attention to the tall figure who’d emerged from her pantry, coming to stand beside her as a warm hand brushed over her back. To Luffy, “There you are,” Shanks said, picking up a dish towel to throw over his shoulder. “Took you long enough. We've been here for weeks and we set sail from Laugh Tale after you.”

There was a long pause where Luffy just stared at him, his arms still around the cooing toddler reaching for his straw hat. Then, shrilly, “Shanks?!”

“You didn’t tell him?” Makino asked, and batted his hand away when it not-so-discreetly tugged her blouse into place. He hadn't even bothered buttoning his shirt back up.

That grin knew where her thoughts had gone, but all Shanks said was, “And miss out on this opportunity?”

“Is this why you had the others take the ship to Goa today?” she asked, as he blinked innocently. “So they wouldn’t see it coming into port?”

“Hm?" Shanks asked. "I don't know what you're talking about. That was to pick up our shipment.” When her look wasn't convinced, his grin only grew, and placing his hand over his heart, told her very seriously, “I swear on my honour as a pirate.”

"Not your honour as a barkeep?" Makino parried.

"I think I left that in the pantry with your underw―mmpppfh!"

His filthy grin was too wide for her hands to cover, and ignoring it―and her incriminating blush, which wasn't any more subtle―she primly turned to the Straw-Hats, observing them with amusement, and just in time to catch Brook as he bent his head to murmur to Nami, "I suppose that answers my question."

The girl had enough grace to avert her gaze, although the grin she failed to hide with her cough was less discreet, Makino thought.

For their captain's part, he hadn't moved, his expression frozen where he stared at them behind the bar, the toddler on his hip babbling eagerly.

“He’s processing,” Nami explained.

“Give him a minute,” Robin agreed.

“You’re still holding him weird,” Zoro said, just as Ace made another grab for the straw hat, nearly tumbling out of Luffy's arms, which saw them all scrambling to catch him.

It was what snapped Luffy out of his daze, his arms stretching, grabbing their son before he could hit the floor, to loud objections from his crew, and the shrieking delight of the little boy in their midst, made the sudden centre of attention.

"You almost dropped him!!"

"He's not made of rubber, Luffy!"

"What are you doing? Don't bounce him like that!"

"But he likes it!"

Their voices had risen to fill her bar, although louder was the laughter of the two at the centre of the chaos, as Luffy lifted him up as high as he'd go, his earlier confusion forgotten under that infectious joy.

A big hand brushed her back tenderly, his voice pitched beneath the din as Shanks bent his head towards her ear to murmur, "This is why I didn't tell him."

Her grin couldn't be helped any more than her tears, as Makino tucked her brow to his shoulder, and heard his chuckle as Shanks kissed the top of her head.

Luffy was watching them now, a different look in his eyes, one that belonged to the boy who'd stood there once, his little hands cupped around a beetle for her (a red one to cheer her up, because she'd been so sad, the day he'd left), not the king who'd returned in his place. Their son was back on his hip, the straw hat he'd sought now in his possession, so big it obscured his whole head. Without it, she could see Luffy's face clearly, older than she remembered, his cheeks without their youthful pudge and dusted instead with a dark scruff. They’d have to update his wanted poster soon if he kept this up.

Smiling, the quaver in her voice held years in it, of missing teeth and dirty fingernails and endless gifts of beetles to make her smile, a pride that ached in her chest now, as, “Welcome home, Pirate King,” Makino said, although she'd barely spoken the words when their son turned his head towards the bar, a little hand pushing up the brim of the straw hat as he said, this time with an entirely new inflection, not requesting confirmation or a story but offering a correction.

“Big brother!”

And while she might have thought once that nothing could ever surpass the importance of the first, and the dream he’d held onto so fiercely, seeing the grin that lit Luffy’s face now, Makino didn’t need to wonder which title held the greatest value, at least not to the one who knew, and perhaps better than anyone, the meaning of those two words.

[owl-of-fandom]

different from you

written for @drarrymicrofic‘s 17th january prompt: different

this includes: trans!draco (trans man draco) and him coming out to harry also: mentions of top surgery scars

rating: teen

wc:1089 | read below or on ao3

“Harry, I need to tell you something!”

“What? Now?” Harry asks incredulous. His hair is adorably messy, messier than usual, from Draco’s fingers carding through the locks. His cheeks are flushed, lips red and a little swollen. And his eyes shine with happiness. They are so very green without his glasses.

Draco takes a deep breath and nods. He gently extricates himself from Harry’s arms and gives up his spot in his lap to sit beside him on the couch.

“Oh, this is serious, then,” Harry murmurs as he puts his glasses back on. He watches Draco’s hands fiddle with the hem of his shirt, which has already been tucked free from his trousers, concern plain on his face.

“What’s wrong?” Harry prompts gently.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Draco snaps and flinches at the harsh tone. He gentles his voice. “I just have to …”

“Tell me something,” Harry finishes.

Draco swallows. Again he nods.

He looks at Harry, his open and honest expression. Everything about him is patient and just so gentle as he waits for Draco to continue.

Draco doesn’t know how his own face looks like. He hopes the panic, he’s feeling, doesn’t show too plainly.

He has been going out with Harry for only a few weeks after years of traipsing around each other. And it’s going really well. They decided to take it slow, but the few times they have kissed now, have been glorious. Harry is perfectly attentive and gentle and always makes sure Draco is comfortable and Draco might be a little in love with him. Okay, he’s heads over heels gone for the man, if he’s being honest.

Now, though, he’s afraid, that the next thing he says, might ruin everything. This might very well be the little thing, that’s finally too much. The little thing, that breaks Harry’s patience and gentleness. The little thing, that’s not so little really, that could drive Harry away. The little fact, that he’s a trans man.

Draco shifts to sit on his knees, sideways on the couch, so that he faces Harry properly.

“Draco? It’s okay. You can tell me anything. Whatever it is.” Harry turns as well, pulling a leg under himself.

“If we’re going too fast, if you want to slow down, that’s fine. Or if you changed your mind. It’s okay. If – if you don’t want to be with me-“

“NO!” Draco yells. Harry flinches.

“Too loud, sorry.” Draco takes Harry’s hand. He gently rubs circles on his palm, knowing it will calm them both. “But, no, that’s not what it is. I didn’t change my mind about this. About you. I … I want you.” Draco feels himself blush scarlet, the blood hot in his cheeks and down his neck.

“Good,” Harry almost purrs with that crooked smile, that has the power to make Draco swoon. He squeezes Harry’s hand and feels a wave of reassurance wash over himself as Harry squeezes back.

“It’s just that,” Draco takes a deep breath, then the rest of the words come rushing out of his mouth, “before we go any further, before anything more happens between us, I need to tell you that I’m different.”

Harry doesn’t say anything. His eyes flit over his face, searching. He doesn’t understand.

Slowly Draco extricates his hand from Harry’s.

“Let me show you,” he barely whispers. Draco starts unbuttoning his shirt with trembling fingers. Harry watches on patiently.

“I’m different,” he repeats, letting his shirt fall open over his bare chest and exposing the crescent scars there. “I’m trans. I’m a trans man.”

Harry’s eyes turn impossibly wide behind his glasses. He’s transfixed on Draco’s top surgery scars. His gaze is intense, but his expression is unreadable.

Draco has no idea what’s going on in the head of this beautiful, perfect man, sitting across from him. So he does the only thing he can think of. He rambles.

“I can see how this changes everything.” He swallows hard. “It’s okay, obviously, when you’re not attracted to me anymore. It’s my fault really. I should have told you earlier, I assume. To clear the air. Make sure we’re on the same page. Alas, I’ll be going, then.” The words tumble out of Draco’s mouth uncontrolled.

He can’t look at Harry anymore, afraid of what he might see there now. Instead he watches his own quivering hands, as he begins to rebutton his shirt.

Suddenly Harry’s hands are encircling his wrists, holding them gently, but determinedly away from the buttons.

“Don’t,” Harry says softly. “Don’t leave.”

Draco looks up to find green eyes incredibly gentle. But there’s also a heat there, hidden in the depth, that reminds Draco of earlier kissing sessions. The desire is instantly so clear, it makes Draco’s heart flutter in a new burst of hope.

“No?” he asks quietly.

“No. Draco you’re beautiful. You’re so, so beautiful. I want to … Can I kiss you again?”

Dumbstruck Draco leans forward. Only when he feels Harry’s lips stretch into a big grin, does he register what’s happening. Harry’s kissing him. He knows and he still wants to kiss him.

“So,” he pulls away a little, resting his forehead against Harry’s and just barely managing not to poke himself with Harry’s glasses. “You’re okay with this? With me being trans?”

“What? Yes, of course!” Harry lets go of his wrists to gently place his palms on either side of his face instead.

“You’re brilliant! You’re so beautiful.” A soft kiss emphasises his words.

“Are you sure? Even now that you know my body is … not like yours?” Harry makes a little outraged sound in the back of his throat.

“Draco. Your body is perfect because it is yours. I meant it, when I said you’re beautiful. You are. Darling, you’re perfect. And I think, I’m falling a little in love with you.”

At that, Draco sits back on his heels. He searches Harry’s face, and finds nothing but genuine honesty and a slight vulnerability.

“Harry,” he breathes, and they’re kissing again. Soft, tender press of lips turn to hot, open-mouthed kisses, hungry and demanding.

“I think,” Draco says between kisses, “I might be falling for you, too.”

Harry chuckles, then sucks at the skin right under Draco’s ear, making him gasp. “I’m glad,” he murmurs.

“Now,” Draco pants, “take me to bed?”

Harry stands, taking Draco, who somehow found his way back into his lap, with him. He carries him, as if he weighs nothing, and without breaking the kiss, out of the room.

“As you wish, Darling.” Draco swoons.

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1089

The classic human shield. 

“You shoot me, and... [insert stakes here.]”

But A takes the shot. It’s not fatal to B, but definitely incapacitates the villain long enough to let go, so a second shot can be taken with A out of the way. As much as B understands A’s decision, they are still pissed. (Well, maybe not if B was actively yelling ‘just take the bloody shot!’)

A of course feels awful; racked with guilt. Maybe others make their disdain at the actions known too, but at the end of the day... there was so much at stake. 

[injuryprompts]

Injury Prompt #1089

Force fed salt

[starjxsung]

https://www.tumblr.com/creativepromptsforwriting/749741229143621632/prompt-1089?source=share

Minho coded :"""""""""""

SOOOOO REAL………. I’ve written for Minho so much and I miss writing him every time I’m not. like I’m eternally bound to that mf through my writing

[leighsartworks216]

Friendship

The Host x gn!reader

Requested by ☀️ Anon:

“recently read all your host content and i adored it. could i request for a very enthusiastic writer gn reader trying to be friends with the host while he mostly gives distant answers until one day where prompts hurt comfort 28 and 27, where reader admits that host is their closest friend and that’s why they always come to pester him with writer ideas. thank you and remember to take care of yourself!”

27. “Would you pet my hair?”

28. “I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?”

I'm slowly catching up on requests. I've just been kinda out of it with everything that's going on but we'll get through it <3

Warnings: nothing story-wise but I do have a short blurb that shows what Host is writing and it is very violent and gore-y, but it's italicized so if you do not wish to read it you can skip over the italicized paragraph and still be good to go <3

Word Count: 1089

Masterlist

“Host! Host, listen to this!”

The ego suppressed a sigh as he sat back from his typewriter, abandoning his own work to listen to yours. This had become a common occurrence, against the Host’s will. Wilford had dropped the fact that he wrote onto you and now, as an aspiring writer yourself, you wouldn’t leave him alone. Hell, you even spent more time here than with Wilford, the man you worked for.

“The Host asks for Y/N to calm down before they read him their newest update.”

He could feel your presence in front of his desk, sense the way the air shifted as you inhaled and exhaled deeply a few times. Once he was satisfied you had calmed down enough, his head tilted forward, welcoming you to continue.

You weren’t a bad writer by any means. You had excellent dialogue, your plots were coherent and cohesive, your characters were well rounded - overall you simply lacked the confidence in yourself to finish any story and send it out to a publisher. And while he didn’t mind giving you feedback occasionally, this nearly daily event was beginning to drain his patience.

“So?” you probed, hopeful. “What did you think?”

He hm’d. “The Host thinks their dialogue feels clipped and unnatural, but they have improved at writing action.”

He could hear your smile in your voice as you thanked him and then ran off to god knows where in the manor. He hated that he felt such a way, but he was relieved when you left. His space was empty, quiet, and he could once again return back to his own writing.

-

Blood splattered against the walls, the ceiling, the door. Adam panted as he looked down at his crime. The body beneath him was too still, when just moments before it had been writhing and screaming and-

Knocking?

The Host was pulled from his typewriter, away from the gruesome novel he was writing, at the sound. He thought perhaps he had heard the sound coming from down the hall, but he was proven wrong when the sound echoed through his sparse room once more.

“The Host calls for the person at the door to enter.”

He listened with heightened senses as the door opened and shut. The padding of feet made their way to the front of his desk. A voice, all too familiar, but all too quiet, spoke.

“Hey, Host.” It was you, but you lacked your usual energy. You didn't come bursting in here with no regard to what he was doing or do the manners society upheld. “Would you, uhm.” It wasn’t like you to hem and haw as you spoke. He tilted his head, confused and concerned. “Would it be alright if I stayed here and worked?”

He found himself nodding before you had even finished. “The Host welcomes Y/N to use his space. He is confused, however, and asks why they wish to work here.”

“I just want to be close to someone for a little bit, and you’re, like, my only friend… Is that okay?”

You considered him a… friend? After how calloused and cold he had been. He found himself unable to speak as he processed this new information, nodding and gesturing you over to one of the armchairs that took up his room.

Suddenly, as he thought back to every interaction he had with you during your stay at the manor, he felt a deep seeded guilt take over his heart. He was business-like, and distant. He provided you with simple advice and then waited impatiently for you to leave. He had been nothing but rude and cruel to you, and yet…

“The Host asks what is bothering Y/N.” He wanted to apologize, but the words simply wouldn’t come out.

You sighed. “Nothing I shouldn’t be used to by now,” you reply. “Wilford is just being kinda mean. I messed up the scheduling on the show so now a guest that was supposed to be on tonight won’t be on until next week, and he’s not too happy about it.”

“The Host tells them not to think too hard on Wilford’s words, as he is able to travel through time and meet the guest sooner as he pleases.”

You chuckled, but it wasn’t as strong or pure as he would have liked. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

There was silence for a while. He listened as you began typing on your own laptop, working on the story that you had so passionately been telling him about for weeks, all while he brushed you off. He wanted to go back to his own story, back to typing away at the keys of his horror. But when he raised his hands and set his fingertips back on the machine, his heart was weighed down once more.

He removed his hands and placed them back in his lap, turning his chair slightly to face your general direction. “The Host asks if there is something he can do to help you feel better.”

You stuttered and stammered, coming up with excuses to reject his offer. However, he simply sat there and patiently waited for you to give him something to do. He felt like he needed to help you. You may not have known of his rudeness, of how he’d been trying to stay distant so you would leave him alone, but he would know, and he wanted to make up for it however he could.

You sighed. “Would you… Would you pet my hair?”

“The Host would be happy to,” he assures you.

He stands from his desk chair and makes his way to the chair you sat in. It took a bit of maneuvering, but once you were sitting on a pillow on the floor with your head between his knees as he sat in the chair, he was finally able to fulfill your request.

It was awkward at first. You’d never been so close to the ego and it felt especially strange as he ran an uncertain hand over your hair. But slowly, you both got more comfortable. You relaxed more against him, resting your cheek against his knee as you began slowly making progress on your book. His fingers began slipping between the strands of your hair, easing through any tangles and knots, and lightly scratching at your scalp. He actually found himself enjoying the repetitive motions.

“Host?”

He hums to let you know he heard you.

“You’re a really good friend.”

“The Host appreciates their friendship, as well.”

[stablediffusion]

“First experiments with InvokeAI outpainting...this started off so small and I kept iterating and changing my prompts for each small 512x512 section, in the end the final image was 3008 × 1089 🤯”

Give us a follow on Twitter: @StableDiffusion

ht renderartist

[ao3feeddestiel]

The Way It Hurts

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Vb8Mf2t by TamiRyver Why does it hurt so much, when he should have known, it was right in front of him and still, he didn't see it. Even when Sam and Bobby were telling that there is something wrong with Cas, he still didn't believe them and now it came back to bite them in the ass.   -------------- Fictober 2023 Prompt for day 26: ,,Honestly, why would I care?" Words: 1089, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 26 of Fictober 2023 Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Mentioned Crowley (Supernatural), Season/Series 06, Hurt Dean Winchester, Emotionally Hurt Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Swears, Dean Winchester Has Feelings For Castiel, Pining Dean Winchester, Hurt No Comfort, Crying Dean Winchester, Angst, Heavy Angst, Fictober 2023 read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Vb8Mf2t

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

The Way It Hurts

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/M8bWJgX by TamiRyver Why does it hurt so much, when he should have known, it was right in front of him and still, he didn't see it. Even when Sam and Bobby were telling that there is something wrong with Cas, he still didn't believe them and now it came back to bite them in the ass.   -------------- Fictober 2023 Prompt for day 26: ,,Honestly, why would I care?" Words: 1089, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 26 of Fictober 2023 Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Mentioned Crowley (Supernatural), Season/Series 06, Hurt Dean Winchester, Emotionally Hurt Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Swears, Dean Winchester Has Feelings For Castiel, Pining Dean Winchester, Hurt No Comfort, Crying Dean Winchester, Angst, Heavy Angst, Fictober 2023 read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/M8bWJgX

[cpt-winniethepooh]

GHOSTED by the Winter Soldier by cpt-winniethepooh

Mature, total length: 17,500 words

summary:

Local farmboy Steve is reluctant to sell living plants to presumed Plant Killer Bucky. However, they soon find common ground and spend a lovely night together before Bucky ghosts Steve. When Steve decides to find him, he gets more than what he bargained for: spies, bounty hunters, and criminals in an underworld that mistake Steve to be the Winter Soldier, infamous and ruthless agent on a mission… Bucky, who isn’t what he seemed, rescues him, but will they be able to save to world and their relationship? Stay tuned to find out!

AKA the fic nobody asked for: while I do see the appeal of shipping Chris Evans’ Cole with SebStan’s God from Ghosted, I see the appeal of shipping Steve as Cole and Bucky as Sadie even more - hence a round of crack, humor and mild action told in five chapters!

prompts: 

 ‘non-serum Bucky Barnes’ and ‘formal wear’ for @allcapsbingo (Winnie - AC 1089)

‘warm and fuzzy feelings’, ‘plot twist’ and ‘off the record’ for the @buckybarnesbingo (Winnie - B060)

‘non-serum Steve Rogers’, ‘dorito’ and ‘power couple’ for @stuckybingo (Winnie - R40100)

[serpentargo]

hello everyone! i decided that i should make another sambucky fic-rec list as requested, but this time, a bit longer (here you can find 40 sambucky fanfics; be sure to check the warnings!)

enjoy!

1. HIST 2112: American History since 1860 by Amaranth (TanTales)

Rating: General Audiences; Words: 3925

Summary: From: jjones7@delacroixsouth.edu

To: jbarnes2@delacroixsouth.edu

Subject: Your same-sex marriage post

Dear Mr. Barnes,

I’m Mike, from your American History class. I was talking with Alice and JD after class, and we realized that we were all a bit worried about your recent posts.

You mentioned how your “young friend” who helps with your memory explained same-sex marriage, but he got a few things wrong and by how you sounded, we think that he might be trying to marry you for your money/insurance/inheritance. We are not sure, and maybe a man in his 40s is attracted to a young soul such as yours, but we are worried.

If you need anything, we are here for you. Sonia lives nearby, and she says that she could drive you to the VA/your nieces if you need her to.

Best wishes,

Mike (and friends)

2. butterfly kisses by faerialchemist (@starkravinghazelnoots)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Words: 17014

Summary: “But,” Bucky continued, certain his face was only turning a deeper shade of scarlet by the second, “this is our first real trip to New Orleans together. I guess I was hoping it would be more…” He swallowed hard, staring anywhere except Sam’s eyes before muttering, “Romantic.” Because really—how romantic could a bug museum be?

Sam stared at him for a moment, and Bucky groaned the second he saw a grin tugging at his partner’s lips. “Dammit, Sam. Don’t say it—”

“You, James Barnes, are a total softie,” Sam declared, gently knocking Bucky’s shoulder.

(Or: the Sambucky date to the Audubon Insectarium no one asked for. Cue bad flirting through bug metaphors, strange facts about insects, and—if Bucky has his way—more than just a hint of romance.)

3. falling, falling, flying by faerialchemist

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Words: 2778

Summary: Bucky had kissed him.

And Sam had pulled away, because that beautiful golden sunset made Bucky’s hair gleam with the faintest touch of blond, that rare summer breeze hissed like a dying missile past Sam’s ears, the kiss was so familiar, too familiar, and Sam was falling, falling—

(“Let yourself be happy, Sam. Please.”)

4. Static in the Dark by jeffersonshattricks (@jeffersonshattricks)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Words: 4989

Summary: Prompt from abc-easy-as-123 on tumblr:

So prompt idea, some bad guy follows Bucky to the docks for revenge (over whatever you can decide) and Sarah gets to see how protective Bucky really is over Sam when he gets in the line of fire

5. Reckless Idiots Tend to Fall by jeffersonshattricks

Rating: Mature; Words: 4031

Summary: Fic prompt from abc-easy-as-123 on tumblr:

I was thinking a fic where Bucky and Sam are arguing cause Sam did something reckless on a mission and Bucky freaks out but oblivious Sam genuinely has no idea why. And then Bucky accidentally yells ‘because I love you’

6. and you brought me back to life by bothsexuals (@pourmoname) [/please read all of the fics of this author because they are honestly one of the best writers out there, especially with sambucky. i promise, no sam wilson is a good bro + bucky barnes needs a hug here/]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Words: 1089

Summary: “Of course I wanted her to like me. She’s your sister.”

“Yeah, which is why you can’t date her,” Sam warned him again.

“I don’t—” Bucky sighed and took another sip of his beer, then mumbled something Sam could only barely make out.

“She’s not the Wilson sibling I like.”

or: Bucky needs to spell some stuff out for Sam. And then the other way around.

7. if you would let me give you pinky promise kisses by bothsexuals

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Words: 1634

Summary: Things had been quiet for a while, which was good. There was no huge, time-sensitive threat, no bad guys chasing them, no mission bigger than stopping a petty crime or punching a few asshole cops.

Sam had also been quiet for a while, though, which was not good.

or: Bucky is not going to let Sam push him away out of fear.

8. life clove you and me (but magic might happen if i cross the c) by bothsexuals

Rating: General Audiences; Words: 3279

Summary: Sam, Bucky and the five love languages.

9. still feel the pull of you by napricot

Rating: Explicit; Words: 44382

Summary: “The frantic pulse of fear doesn’t ease until Sam catches sight of Barnes for the first time since the end of the battle: he’s dirty and disheveled, and still, somehow, impossibly, the best thing Sam’s ever seen. The gallop of Sam’s heart slows, and the tightness in his lungs eases so suddenly that it’s like he’s gone buoyant, ready to float away without the help of any wings. Barnes turns as if he can sense Sam looking at him, and when he meets Sam’s eyes, he smiles, and it’s the brightest damn thing on this battlefield, a shock of sweetness in the midst of so much dark bitterness and confusion. Sam smiles back, giddy with joy and relief.

He thinks, thank God Bucky’s okay.

Then he thinks, wait, what the fuck?”

After realizing there are some unexpected side effects for those who’ve been brought back to life after the Snap, Sam and Bucky slowly but surely learn that if they want to be loved, they must submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known [via soul bond].

10. Favorite Worst Nightmare by stereobone (@stereobone)

Rating: Explicit; Words: 16422

Summary: This is a dream, Sam realizes. I'm in Bucky's dream.

11. oranges in october by honestlyfrance (@honestlyfrance)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Words: 8369

Summary: You’d think that just because he had wings and he flies, that makes him an Icarus. Icarus fell to his death. He did not resurface, he did not live beyond that power. Sam Wilson soared high into the missiles of war and came back battered and red, dripping love and death as he stands in the aftermath of it all. You think he was an Icarus when he was actually Apollo. Anyone who gets close to him falls to the ocean waves, then sooner than later, he’s left singing eulogies as his heart rattles in a cage.

OR

Sam Wilson was healing, quietly and slowly, beginning to learn to love again.

12. It Rains Every April 10th by honestlyfrance [first time i ever cried because of a fanfic]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Words: 5193

Summary: "I love you, baby," Sam had spoken, three words so sweetly spoken, an angel could've said it, and Bucky wouldn't mind if that meant that he had crossed to the other side and reached heaven, because it was Sam Wilson.

Bucky had twirled Sam once, the two of them sharing a laugh before he pulled the man closer by the waist. "I love you too, honey," he replied, making sure to put in much eye contact, to let his own eyes send the message his heart failed to say.

OR

A sneak peek in the life of Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson to know the real reason why they think April 10 was a bad date.

13. The Staring Technique by M14Mouse [/communication through eye contact omgomg!!! nonverbal communication my beloved/]

Rating: General Audiences; Words: 698

Summary: Sam and Buck decided to drive his therapist nuts.

14. Tipsy by scotchandwhitelies (@scotchandwhitelies)

Rating: Mature; Words: 3617

Summary: In which Bucky Barnes gets so fucking drunk off asgardian ale that he forgets he’s already married to Sam Wilson.

He shoots his shot anyway.

15. just a touch by ohjustpeachy (@omg-just-peachy)

Rating: General Audiences; Words: 1079

Summary:

“Well, you need to sleep, then,” Sam says.

“Easier said than done, Sammy,” Bucky says.

“We talked about the Sammy thing,” Sam points out.

“You talked about it. I’m pretty sure you like it, though. Besides, arguing will make my head hurt worse,” Bucky adds.

Sam laughs again, just as warm and soft as before, and Bucky wishes he could bottle the sound up and carry it with him, let it loose whenever he’s feeling like this again: hot and headachy and alone.

Or, Bucky gets a migraine and Sam helps.

16. laundry day by ohjustpeachy

Rating: General Audiences; Words: 470

Summary: "Hey, have you seen—" Bucky starts, but before he can even finish his question, Sam points to the laundry basket at his feet, where Alpine and Sam's own cat, Figaro are curled up, the best of friends, amid their their clean clothes.

"Can't get 'em out," Sam says. "Hi," he adds, pulling Bucky in for a kiss. "They followed me down here," he explains. "Made themselves right at home in there, the little gremlins."

Or, it's laundry day, and the cats are thriving.

17. I Want to Wear His Initials Around My Neck by ExecutiveNerd (@executivenerd)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Words: 1104

Summary: I want to wear his initial, On a chain round my neck, chain round my neck, Not because he owns me, But 'cause he really knows me - Taylor Swift Call It What You Want.

Sam and Bucky start wearing the other's initials and the Avengers are still too thick to realize that they are together.

18. If I never let you go, will you keep me young by Ithinkwehaveanemergency (@ithinkwehaveanemergency)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Words: 16323

Summary: “Don’t give up on him, Barnes.” Sarah says. “You both got this far. You’re here. Now. Together. That's gotta mean something.

Bucky supposes it does.

“Yeah, alright.” Bucky sighs. He shoots her a defeated look. “Don’t think I ever knew how to give up anyway.”

Post Endgame fic in which nothing really happens, and Sam Wilson is so very loved. (And I leave myself several open doors for this to become a series of post-canon domestic Sambucky fics)

19. overnight oats & realizations by Areiton

Rating: General Audiences; Words: 1092

Summary: The morning Sam realizes it’s serious is a Saturday morning and Bucky is staring intently at overnight oats.

20. I loved and I loved and I lost you by Mercury_Writer

Rating: Not Rated; Words: 1194

Summary: Sam gets shot on a mission and spends his final moments with Bucky.

21. How Could I Do It Without You? (I can't) by Basketballer3511 (@fenny2613) [/i cried so hard and the fic is so so so SO realistic in terms of grief. you can read my comment there too if you want/]

Rating: General Audiences; Words: 1206

Summary: Bucky was supposed to outlive him, but now his breathing was shallow and he was looking at Sam with wet, affectionate eyes and god Sam wanted to scream, to grab onto Bucky and never let him go because Sam didn't think he could survive without this man.

22. This Grave Couldn't Hold Me (But You Can) by Basketballer3511 [/the same about this one. even joking about each other deaths (i promise it's not what it sounds like, i just can't word it better) and remembering it after is realistic. we all do it but can't imagine what we'd do when a person is gone. also, sorry for the angst :)/]

Rating: General Audiences; Words 1118

Summary: His face was pressed into Bucky's neck when Bucky felt his world crashing. They knew it was inevitable that Bucky would outlive Sam but this. This didn’t seem fair. Not Sam. Not his entire world gone.

23. Captain America and the Winter Soldier: A Love Story by 42hrb (@exhuastedpigeon)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Words: 2602

Summary: When Sam and Bucky accidentally on purpose came out as married, they agreed to sit down for an interview.

24. Constellation of Touch by st4rlabsforever (@st4rlabsforever)

Rating: Explicit; Words: 13437

Summary: Sam strips down to his briefs, slips on his sweats because he’s a gentleman like that, thank you very much, then rolls onto his side of the bed where he comes face-to-face with Bucky.

“Uh.” Sam blinks. Bucky blinks back at him. “You’re gonna turn around, right?” Sam asks. If they’re really being forced to share a bed, he refuses to be the little spoon.

“I’m taller,” Bucky says immediately.

“We’re the same height.”

“Nah, I’m definitely taller.”

“Why does that even matter?” Sam asks incredulously.

*

Or: 5 times Sam and Bucky both realize how touch-starved they are, and the one time they decide to do something about it.

25. invisible string by geekyziam

Rating: General Audiences; Words: 1563

Summary: Sam and Bucky believe in fate and are soft boyfriends

26. diving blind by yukla

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Words: 10717

Summary: Sam's about to exit out of the page and nag at Sarah for becoming a gossip-rag-follower when a voice starts piping out of his phone’s speaker.

“Breaking news on our favorite superhero couple,” says the host of the show, bright and plasticky under the studio lights. “That’s right, folks! We’ve got solid evidence that the Cap and Winter Soldier romance is real—”

Sam’s finger slams down on the pause button.

What, he thinks, the hell.

Or: five times that people think Sam and Bucky are dating, and one time that they don't.

27. to fly toward a secret sky by NoiceCool (@wandamax-vision)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Words: 4018

Summary: It starts with a spontaneous idea.

Not a promising start, granted, but if it makes you feel any better, it isn’t Bucky’s.

28. things you never say by glittercake (@glittercake)

Rating: Mature; Words: 8584

Summary: He turns to look at Bucky, grinning, "I dare you."

"No! Literally no!" Bucky looks over his shoulder then back at Sam nervously, keeping his distance, "Have you never heard of Adam and Eve? I'm pretty sure this is exactly how their story went."

"First of all," Sam says, wiggling his eyebrows, "They were naked. Now, listen, I'm game—"

"Oh my god."

"Anyway, chickenshit, watch this."

or, Sam messes around with stuff in the Soul Stone he shouldn't be messing around with and pays the consequences.

29. warm blood (feels good, i can't control it anymore) by notcaycepollard (@notcaycepollard)

Rating: Explicit; Words: 4492

Summary: Sam's just chilling watching TV one evening when Bucky comes in and stares at him silently for a minute or two before sitting down on the couch. He's pretty close to Sam.

Okay, he's really close to Sam. Like, Sam would be using the word 'cuddling' if it wasn't so bizarre.

"What," he says, carefully not looking at Bucky, and Bucky huffs a sigh.

"Steve's not here," he says as if it's obvious. "Don't make it weird. Just- shut up."

30. Exactly What You're Looking For by snarkymuch (@snarky-drabbles) [/sorry i didn't tag you earlier, it seems like i couldn't find your tumblr, i'm so sorry :) loved your fic btw, especially how you managed the soulmate thingy/]

Rating: Mature; Words: 5898

Summary: When you lose something, it might appear beside your soulmate in the morning.

Sam never found anything from his soulmate until after Bucky Barnes dragged Steve from the Potomac.

Bucky grew up never finding a thing either, but after he finally gets free from Hydra, he starts finding things beside him the morning.

This is the story of them coming together.

now with a chapter of outtakes and alternate ending

31. No Rescue by Lettuceleafbird (@lettuceleafbird)

Rating: General Audiences; Words: 5543

Summary: Some good ol’ Sam and Bucky domesticity as they look for a new apartment in Louisiana.

32. since i am a dog, beware my fangs by theurbanspaceboi (@theurbanspaceboi)

Rating: Mature; Words: 3255

Summary: bucky barnes dreams of being the soldier. sometimes, when he wakes, the soldier is still there.

33. Captain America and Mr. America Are Together?!?!?!?!?!?!?! by Slytherclaw2005 (@slytherclaw2005)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Words :3915

Summary: He ignored the rest of the messages left unopened and went straight to Twitter, and was shocked to see an exponentially larger number of tagged posts than usual, the first post he seeing said nothing more than “SamBucky confirmed?!!?!?!?!?!?!?”

The fuck?

He scrolled a bit, before landing on a linked news article, with the heading picture being him and Bucky. On the dock near his parents’ boat. Kissing.

Shit.

Or: SamBucky gets found out, the internet has a field day and the homophobes out there are being complete dicks. Sam (who still has his own self-doubts) tries to cover them up by focusing on worrying about Bucky, Bucky tries to comfort Sam and is a supportive bf.

34. i'm always in this twilight, in the shadow of your heart by bothsexuals

Rating: General Audiences; Words: 1292

Summary: Sam hasn't come back from his supposedly easy mission and Bucky is really fucking worried.

35. You give me feelings I can't put into words by Mimisempai (@mimisempai) [/this was so cute i just can't/]

Rating: General Audiences; Words: 1099

Summary: 5 times Bucky leaves Sam speechless, and once Sam returns the favor.

36. Samuel, my Sweetheart by lizzybizzyzzz (@yikesdontlook)

Rating: General Audiences; Words: 4057

Summary: Loving Sam is facile but picking him apart is intricate. The tiny pieces of Sam are spread apart like puzzle pieces on a coffee table. Separating and grouping is the easy part. Putting them together on the other hand? It requires a delicate hand. Sam isn’t fragile but the world has been too harsh for too long. What’s the roughness worth is there is no clemency in compensation? Yeah, maybe Bucky isn’t the one that should get to give this to Sam, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try while he’s got the chance.

(Bucky recalls a few moments where his and Sam's past have entangled on his sleepless nights. Sam visits him sometimes when he too, can't sleep. It's becoming a bad habit neither of them can shake. Sam is working on letting people in and Bucky is the receiving end.

Or, Bucky is so in love with Sam it hurts.)

37. all i see (is you) by yaksomins (@yaksomins)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Words: 1172

Summary: “it’s been nice...having you here,” sam said while looking out at the water. “feels nostalgic."

bucky’s lips curled into a small grin. “yeah?”

“putting aside the fact you still can’t cook a decent meal to save your life,” sam glanced over at bucky and chuckled when he kicked his foot, “aj and cass love you and somehow you charmed my sister with those big, blue puppy-dog eyes of yours.” sam mentally kicked himself after the last few words left his mouth and cleared his throat. “well, that’s what she said. you know.”

38. in the soft after glow by Introvertedfangirl

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Words: 756

Summary: Love confessions and general softness? Yes please

Excerpt: "And usually, I think and love, are not two phrases you want to hear in a sentence. But from Bucky? It’s perfect. And suddenly all Sam wants to do is touch this man who his entire being aches for."

39. At Home With Captain America by mischiefmanager (@sam-and-buck) [/I SWEAR TO GOD I WAS LOOKING FOR THIS FIC FOR SO DAMN LONG AND I RANDOMLY FOUND IT AND OH MY GOD IT'S 2 IN THE MORNING GOD BLESS MY AO3 SHITTY HISTORY LIST OH MY GOD OH MY GOD/]

Rating: General Audiences; Words: 7813

Summary: “What can you tell me about how you got to know the Winter Soldier?”

Wilson chuckles. “The first time I met Buck—Sergeant Barnes—he ripped the steering wheel out of the car I was driving on the freeway. He got on the roof, punched through the windshield, pulled the steering wheel off. Just like that.” He mimes with his hands as he describes it.

This doesn’t sound like an auspicious beginning to me, but Wilson is laughing.

40. You're Welcome by Siancore (@siancore)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Words: 1416

Summary: It had started with their literal roll down a field of flowers. Clinging to one another tightly as they moved away from danger. Bucky was still hung up on the shield, and Sam had just saved him.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” Sam panted as they both laid there on the long grass, amongst flowers, beaten and bruised.

[chaosangel767]

hi, can i request for threesome for lancelot, alice and ray for ur kinktober: day 20? :)

if it's ok, unrequited love (again) pls? it's ok if u turn this down if ur uncomfortable w/ it ^^

Here you go, Darling 💝 I had a lot of fun with this one, it is loosely connected to the first one I did for you (here) Tempted to make an angsty part three called When the Envy breaks, but we'll see.

❤♠️ For Now Only Lust ♠️❤

Prompt: Day20 - Double Penetration

Pairing: Lancelot x Alice x Ray

Warning: double penetration, thigh riding, blowjobs, vaginal and anal penetration, multiple orgasms

WC: 1089

Requested: @fluffyneko

Tagging: @thewitchofbooks @toloveawarlord @queen-dahlia

As the first full Officers ball winds down, no one notices the King of Hearts has left the party soon after the King of Spades and Alice did. All are too busy doing their own nightly meetups. The King of Hearts makes his way up the stairs of the Inn to the top floor, a royal suite where their usual meeting has been taking place.

Opening the door he is met with quite the sight. Alice has her arms up around Ray’s neck, and is grinding his thigh, still fully clothed and facing the door. Soft moans are falling from her lips as she moves along his leg. Lancelot quickly locks the door behind him and shrugs off his coat and cape, leaving only his undershirt and pants as he crosses the room. He weaves his fingers in Alice’s hair and gives her a firm kiss, feeling her still moving on Ray’s thigh. She melts under his touches, and he unzips his pants, pulling out his erection.

Alice immediately kisses his length, taking it into her mouth with a sinful moan. Lancelot lets out a low groan as she bobs her head, applying just the right amount of suction, before hollowing out her cheeks. Lust-filled eyes connect with his icy blue ones as she takes him as far back as she can into his throat.

“Fuck Alice, fuc-” Lancelot curses are cut off by her hands cupping his balls as she uses her tongue to press along the vein under his head and Lancelot gasps, pulling her face all the way to his abdomen as he empties into her throat, not letting go until he was done. Alice withdraws, choking softly, tears running down her cheeks with swollen lips. She looks up at him as Ray moves her faster on her thigh, allowing her more friction.

“Shall we see what's going on under that dress?” Ray proposes, feeling her underwear bunching up as she moves, soft pants coming from her. Her eyes are still watering, the tears starting to make the mascara run down her face. Lancelot leans down to her lips and pulls her into another demanding kiss, exploring her mouth and with a flick of his hands, all three are stripped to their underwear. He is quick to fall to his knees before Alice and pull down her bra, snapping a strap and taking a nipple into his mouth. Alice arches against him, pushing into his mouth a little. Cries fall from her lips and her hips grind faster, Ray knows that she won’t be much longer and continues to help guide her, proud of her holding out so long.

“Cum for us Alice. Cum all over my thigh,” Ray purrs in her ear, trailing his hands all over her sides and stomach, feeling her muscles tighten. Her thighs clench his and he knows she is so close. As if sensing the impending orgasm, Lancelot switches breasts, massaging the other nipple in his fingers with just enough pressure that Alice falls apart. Her moans as she lets herself go only fuel the two Kings. Ray buries his face in her shoulder, softly nipping her shoulder and rubbing her hips as she comes down and Lancelot continues to massage her breasts. Once Alice has calmed down Lancelot lays in the bed next to Ray while Ray unties Alice’s hands from around his neck. Alice immediately straddles Lancelot’s lap and starts kissing him. Ray starts running his hand along her core feeling how soaking she is through her underwear and rips them off before roughly shoving two fingers in her core to prepare her, listening to her moans and whines. Once she is thoroughly prepared, Lancelot helps guide her down onto his cock, a lower gasp escaping him as she takes him without stopping, sinking all the way. Alice whines and crashes her lips to his.

She feels a cool liquid hit her ass and she flinches as fingers slowly start to prepare her. She whines, rocking against Lancelot and letting Ray stretch her.

“Shhh. Alice, deep breaths.” Ray Purrs in her ear slowly thrusting his fingers in her ass, he can feel how tight she is and is patient with working her ass until she can take his cock.

Alice lets out a muffled cry as Ray enters her ass, Lancelot kissing her to take her mind off the pain. She feels Ray slowly pushing his way in, making sure she isn’t in any pain before continuing. Once she is used to the stretch and starts to moan, both Kings start to move. A pace between the two kings is reached, reducing Alice to a moaning mess between them. Her orgasm quickly washes over her once, legs trembling as she is barely able to keep herself steady. The Kings both start to lose their rhythm. Her walls are clenching around them, driving them closer to their orgasms. Ray slips his hands around to Alice’s clit and he rubs her, listening to her overstimulated whimpers. Alice has long lost the ability to speak, only whimpers, moans and soft cries of their names fall from her lips. Both kings are close though and they are taking Alice with them.

Lancelot starts the chain, finally giving in to his pleasure, teeth biting her shoulder to muffle his moans. After a couple of thrusts and flicks to her clit Alice gets lost in her orgasm, her vision going white as she cums, triggers Ray as well. Warmth fills her body as he cums inside her, both men finally pulling out and Alice falls to the side. Lancelot goes to her other side, cocooning her between their bodies.

Alice whines as she feels empty, her legs are sore, but she rolls her hips against Ray.

"Kitten? Keep doing that and we will have a long night ahead of us,” Ray warns with a glare. Alice rolls over to where Lancelot is, straddling him and pinning his wrists to the sheets. A challenging smirk crosses her face as she brushes Lancelot’s lips.

“I never said I was done,” Lancelot’s eyes go dark with lust as he flips her onto her stomach, getting ready for round two, exchanging a look with Ray as the two Kings love their Alice all night long. They no longer speak about their feelings, they no longer care. The budding feelings in the two kings will one day tear them apart, but for now, they will continue to shower Alice in love until the jealousy breaks them all.