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In the vast expanse of the internet, where complexity often reigns supreme, there exists a digital oasis of simplicity: IsItChristmas.com. This minimalist website serves a singular purpose – to answer the age-old question: Is it Christmas? IS IT? IsItChristmas.com welcomes users with a clean, minimalist design. Against a plain white background, a bold message awaits, declaring either a…

[thepinkravynreads]

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[cowboydisaster]

I have a prompt idea if you're still looking for some! How about the reader finding and taking an itty bitty kitten that was orphaned and Arthur's real grumpy about it at first but then she finds him asleep on the couch with the kitten curled up on his chest and he's got a hand over it protectively or something. I know that's not really Christmas-y, but I thought it would be cute! Looking forward to all your writings as always 🥰

* ˚ ✦ Moonlight * ˚ ✦

pairing: arthur morgan x f! reader

word count: 1k

a/n: Sorry this was late, it's been a madhouse around here. Anyways, i love this prompt and it makes me want a house cat SO bad. i also love grumpy arthur and if you couldn't tell already, domesticity is my roman empire rn.

cowboydisaster's christmas countdown: THREE days 'till christmas!

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“No.” Arthur growls, voice stern, resolve set. Your eyes are as big as dinner plates as you continue pleading and begging. Your lip juts out, even, testing his patience, shaking his resolve.  Arthur is notoriously bad at telling you no. When you’d asked for a second baby, he’d willingly agreed. When you’d asked for the house, and the farm, he’d made it happen for you. But this?

“Please, Arthur… Where else is he supposed to go?” You whisper so as not to wake the baby, sleeping soundly in her bassinet. 

“I don’t give a damn. Not here.” Arthur grumbles, placing his tools from work on the table. You follow him around the kitchen like a shadow as he opens and closes cupboards and drawers, putting away all his items from the day. 

Arthur is pointedly trying not to look at the little black ball of fur nestled in your arms. He’s afraid that if he catches a glimpse of those big, sad eyes, he’ll agree with you, and he’ll have an extra mouth to feed.

“Where’d you find it, anyways?” Arthur says, turning, sighing as you push the teeny kitten up towards his face, holding it under its little armpits. 

“I found him stranded on the road back from the market. Look at him, Arthur. He’s not well. We’ll have to feed him.” You plead. Arthur’s fingers pinch the bridge of his nose as he stops and turns around. You nearly run into his back, stopping just in time. 

Arthur gets a good glimpse at the little feller then. He’s just a little cat, probably only a few months old. He’s far too skinny, and his jet black coat is ruffled and dirty from the elements. You hold the cat out to show Arthur, and then he sees the little, white, crescent-shaped mark that adorns his forehead, right between his blue eyes. Arthur releases the bridge of his nose, sighing grumpily. When his eyes crack open, and he sees your pleading face, perfectly matching the cat’s expression, he gives up. 

“Goddammit, fine. Jus’ throw him in the spare room, n’ I’ll find him some fish or somethin’.” Arthur says, rather dramatically, in your opinion. You hold the kitten close to your chest, your spare arm wrapping around the man’s neck. 

“Oh, thank you, Arthur!!” You smile, kissing him quickly before popping down from your tiptoes. 

“Yeah, well don’t get all cheery just yet. We’re tossin’ him back out in the snow as soon as he’s good and healthy.”

— — — 

The rocking chair swings back and forth quietly. Your hand gently taps your daughter’s back, and you hum quietly. She’d woken you and Arthur up in a fit, hungry, raising her little fists into the air and giving you both hell. But now, her little belly is full, and a peaceful silence has fallen over the house once more. The moonlight streaking through the windows tells you that it’s early morning, and you sigh at another night’s lack of sleep. 

“Easy, baby.” You whisper, quietly and slowly standing from the rocking chair, swaying her in your arms until you reach her bassinet. 

“Good night, my sweet girl.” You whisper sweetly, pressing a kiss to her little forehead, brushing some peach fuzz out of her face. 

You push the nursery door open quietly, eager to find your place next to Arthur in bed again.  But a few steps down the hall,  you stop in your tracks, a familiar voice coming from the living room. 

“Yeah, well you’re a right bastard, y’know that?” Arthur whispers, and you suppress a laugh, peeking around the corner. 

Arthur is sitting on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table. Laying on his chest, nuzzled against his thick arm, is the little kitten. He purrs loudly, eyes closed, awfully content in your husband’s arms. Your heart melts in its cavern at the sight, and you watch the scene play out with bright eyes. 

“The lady is puttin’ the lil’ one back to bed, I figure I might as well do somethin’. So, make no mistakes, partner. We ain’t friends.” He whispers to the kitten, but contrary to his harsh words, Arthur’s finger scratches gently behind the kitten’s ear, pulling deep rumbles and purrs from the little animal. A few moments go by with Arthur’s hand resting protectively on the little cat. 

“Y’know, you are kinda cute… But don’t tell the missus I said that. I don’t want her thinkin’ I’ve gone soft.”  

You suppress a chuckle. 

“I reckon we should call you Moon… cause you got a little one right between them big eyes.” Arthur hums, eyelids growing heavy the longer he rests on the couch. You clear your throat gently, making him aware of your presence before stepping into the living room. 

“Didn’t see you there.” Arthur says, sitting straight on the couch, cheeks tinted pink. 

“She’s asleep.” You smile, “I see you’re making friends.”

Arthur exhales sharply, a huff of a laugh, “Me and the cat? Nah, he uh– he wouldn’t stop hollerin’ so I tried holdin’ him.” Arthur excuses, hand still wrapped protectively around the sleeping animal. 

“Right.” You raise an eyebrow, “You comin’ back to bed, then?” 

Arthur hesitates, looking up at you, then down to Moon. 

“I’ll be in shortly, sweetheart. Just gonna stay out here a little longer with him so he doesn’t go wakin’ you or the kids up.”

You smirk, “Alright then, Arthur.” 

 A kiss is planted to his lips before you head to the bedroom, and he sinks back down on the couch with Moon tucked into his arm. 

Five minutes turn to ten, and ten to thirty. And when you wake up to start breakfast, your husband is still cuddled up on the couch. Snores fall from his lips, matching the time of little content purrs coming from Moon, sleeping in a little ball right on Arthur’s chest.  So much for not giving a damn. You chuckle to yourself.

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[trulybetty]

dec' x 31 - fireworks

Prompt: fireworks Pairing: sequins!joel x reader Word Count: 1,381 Warnings: mentions of alcohol, domestic fluff Summary: ringing in the quiet of the new year with Joel once the party is over. AO3: Linked

x. masterlist

The party's energy had ebbed away, the countdown was a memory, and the festive debris littered the living room in the form of gold tinsel and glitter. You’d seen off your guests, Sarah at her mother's so now it was just you and Joel.

The echos of the city's fireworks display could be heard from your home there in the suburbs, and with a quick glance out of the window, you could see the embers of sparks from the rocket you'd heard take off only moments earlier.

Sliding down onto the old worn couch, you tucked your feet up under you, your heels long ago traded for the Ugg slippers Sarah had bought you for Christmas. You suspected it had something to do with her wanting a pair of her own and used it as leverage with Joel. You weren’t going to complain, since they did well at keeping your feet toasty while looking pretty cute at the same time. 

Yawning, you debated if you could just convince Joel to leave you on the couch and sleep down there. The idea of not only trekking up the stairs but also the act of undressing also, made you yawn again just at the thought of the effort it required.

You looked up as Joel walked back into the room, he dropped down into the space next to you and welcomed your head resting on his shoulder. 

Joel spied and reached for the gold-coloured Stanley tumbler he’d taken note of out of the corner of his eye, “Whose is this?”

You lifted your head to look up just as Joel unscrewed the top and took a sniff of the drink inside, “Do you really need to ask?” you questioned with a raise of your eyebrow as Joel coughed, overwhelmed by the strong smell of champagne.

“Jesus,” he dared another sniff, “this is just pure champagne.”

You nonchalantly responded, “I think he added a splash of orange juice.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Just a splash?”

“Maybe just a thimble-full?” you joked.

Joel managed to screw the lid back on before settling it back on the side table, “How was he even able to walk out of here in a straight line?”

You sunk further into the couch and into Joel's embrace, “I think his tolerance level is beyond human, to be honest.”

Joel brushed off a smear of glitter from his shirt, “This fuckin’ glitter is everywhere, it's gonna be here until next New Year.”

You yawned again, “You can thank David for that.”

You didn't need to look at him to know he was rolling his eyes, however his fingers idly tracing circles on your arm, told you he was far from annoyed.

The quiet that befell the house was a comforting warm blanket thrown over the two of you. You were nestled against Joel, he had draped his arm around your shoulder, keeping you close. Less than an hour into the new year and it felt full of promise. This had been your first festive season together since you'd moved in at the start of summer. 

Taking the plunge from long distance to live-in had been daunting, but six months in and outside of the growing pains of adjusting to sharing space, it felt like the best decision you'd ever made. 

Silence gave way to quiet conversation, your hands gestured as you spoke about your latest project with a sparkle in your eyes. “...and I’ve got this Pinterest board for the office. I think we can make it functional for both of us to use it,” you explained, too wrapped up in your vision to notice Joel's attention had wandered.

He didn’t mind the details of your decorating schemes, the office being just one of many. It had been his, a space for nothing more than stacking unopened mail and random tools. When you moved in, conceding the room to you hadn't felt like a loss. But as you shared your plans for the house, expanding on projects he'd put aside, he realized at that moment it was more than just about the space—it was about the life you were building together.

His focus turned a sharp corner and became not the words you spoke, but the passion behind them; the way your nose crinkled with excitement, how your eyes lit up despite the tiredness that was evident, the fervour you carried into every aspect of your existence. Suddenly, he saw how your essence had transformed the house yet respected and elevated what he and Sarah had already created, filling spaces he hadn’t realized were void.

Amidst the quiet of the settling early morning hours, with the soft backdrop of the city's firework display and the promise of a new beginning, a wave of clarity washed over him. “Marry me,” he interjected, the words tumbling out into an impromptu proposal.

You stopped mid-sentence, your enthusiastic chatter suspended, as you turned to him with wide eyes. “What did you just say?”

His gaze locked with yours, “Marry me.”

The word “Yes” escaped your lips on a whisper before he could even ask again. The concept of marriage had been a dance of hypotheticals between you two, a path tread with caution due to scars of past relationships. 

However, it wasn’t a topic either of you shied away from. You both had just agreed that it wasn't urgent, a piece of paper couldn't trump the commitment of you moving states and into his home with Sarah. 

The two of you sat stunned as you looked at one another, “I don’t have a ring,” Joel confessed.

“Did you plan this?” you asked, wondering how you'd gone from discussing recessing the office wall space into the garage to accommodate some built-in bookcases to marriage.

He ran his hand over his bearded chin, the beard he could never grow in and held more flecks of grey than when you first met him years ago. A soft smile graced his lips, almost hidden by his hand.

“No,” he admitted, “I just–” his words trailed off, not one for grand gestures or even the purchase of birthday cards, at least not until he met you (and very much with the push of Sarah's insistence), he struggled to find the words. “Shit,” he cursed, “I've never proposed to anyone before, I'm sorry.”

You couldn't help but smile at his vulnerability. Joel, the strong, silent type, was laying bare his heart in a way that was both exposed and incredibly endearing. It was moments like this that reminded you why you'd fallen so deeply in love with him.

“It's okay,” you reassured him gently.

There was a pause, a comfortable silence that settled between you. Then, with a playful smirk, Joel said, “One day, I'll do this properly. With a ring, maybe down on one knee, all romantic and shit.”

You laughed, your heart light and full. “I'll hold you to that Miller.”

Joel planted a soft kiss on the top of your head, a simple yet profound gesture of love and commitment. At that moment, everything felt right.

The conversation drifted into a comfortable lull as the weight of the night began to settle in. The clock had crept well into the early hours of the New Year, and the exhaustion from the long evening of entertaining guests was catching up.

Joel let out a yawn, stretching his arms above his head. “I think it's time we called it a night, don’t you think?” he suggested, his voice laced with tiredness.

You nodded, feeling the fatigue in your bones. “Bed sounds perfect.”

He stood up, offering you his hand. As you rose, he pulled you close, his arm wrapping securely around your shoulder. You leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, a sense of contentment washing over you.

As you settled into the comfort of the bed, Joel turned to face you, his eyes soft in the dim light. “I meant what I said, you know,” he whispered, despite the two of you being the only ones in the house, almost in fear that the moment wasn't truly to be believed. 

You smiled, reaching out to trace the lines of his face, so familiar and yet still so capable of taking your breath away. “I know.”

[imaginedreamwrite]

Day 24, BNW

Bucky and Steve’s Omega has never experienced the pleasure or excitement of a holiday. She’s never had the privilege of just having fun. When she sees a Halloween gingerbread house in a shop window amidst all the decorations she asks them what it is. They can tell she has a curious smile about it. Please 🧡

Halloween Countdown day 24 — Build a gingerbread haunted house

There was a lot you had to learn about the new world around you and the free choice you had as an omega a direct and blunt change to the reality you had once known. You had a great disadvantage compared to the people around you that had been raised with these kind of celebrations, while you were isolated and had only been given information that was necessary to your success as one of their tools.

It was a surprise to you when Steve and Bucky wanted to whisk you away for the weekend to take you somewhere fun, a place where you could enjoy fall and the lead up to Halloween. They had done everything for you including packing a weekend bag and making sure to bring a thick sweater or fall coat depending on the weather, the two alphas going above and beyond what you had expected from them.

“Did you want to do some shopping?” They’d taken you to a small town in Connecticut, a place that was known for fall festivals and a gentle lead up to Halloween.

The town was cozy, decorated with seasonal decor while window shops had been lined with cute cartoon ghosts, pumpkins and witches, backing customers in to see their wares. It had amazed you, even the smallest details of the town had been captivating and you had all but dragged Steve and Bucky from the hotel after checking in. You’d been so eager to leave you had forgotten to grab your coat and scarf Steve insisted you wear, leaving the two to cart them after you.

“You don’t want to get sick.” Steve quipped as he wrapped the scarf around your neck and gently tucked the ends into your coat.

“I think the serum helps prevent most sickness.” You stated with a furrowed brow, shivering when Steve’s hands brushed against our cheeks.

“Give him this, little omega.” Bucky was quick to whisper in your ear, correctly you gently. “Stevie spent most out childhood deathly ill and now he worries about anyone he loves.”

“What is that?” You crossed in front of Steve, half-jogging to a window front toward a decoration set on a plate its dripping orange and black details from a dark brown roof.

“That’s a gingerbread house,” Bucky had followed you, immediately greeting you with a sign of affection via a kiss to the top of your head, “a haunted house.”

“Gingerbread?” You gazed up at him, your eyebrows knitted together and your lips pursed. “What’s gingerbread?”

“It’s like a cookie,” Steve had followed the two of you, standing on the other side of you and reached out to grasp your hand, “you can put them together with icing and decorate them for Christmas.”

“But it’s halloween?” You frowned, your lack of understanding frustrating to you.

“It doesn’t just have to be for Christmas, it’s just that typically gingerbread is made around Christmas.”

“It looks delicious,” you stated, resting your free hand against the glass, “does it come pre-made? Will they eat it?”

“Do you wanna make one o our own?” Steve squeezed your hand, directing your attention away from the shop and onto him. “We could take it back to the hotel and make it.”

“Our own haunted house? To eat it?”

“If you want, little one.” Steve’s usual pet name had hit you with innate warmth that filled your entire being. “Want me to go get one?”

“Please! That sounds like so much fun! I didn’t even know people did this?” Your excitement was bubbling and like Bucky, Steve had kissed the top of your head before he left you two alone to enter the shop.

“What else do people do on halloween?” You turned toward Bucky, almost innately seeking warmth of his body, nudging him gently until he hugged you to his chest.

“They carve pumpkins,” Bucky has answered your question with a soft whisper. “Watch scary movies, go see haunted houses, kids go trick or treating.”

“Scary movies,” you hummed, angling your head to look up at him, “good idea?”

“Not for you, sweet omega.” Bucky denied you, studying you as you studied him. “They wouldn’t be good for you.”

“Pumpkins then?” You nuzzled your cheek against his chest and sighed.

“Pumpkins are safe,” Bucky’s soft laugh rumbled in his chest and his hands rubbed your back gently, “but first lets tackle the gingerbread haunted house.”

[violetfairydust]

Countdown to Christmas

#3

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“All the defense I need is in my hands,” Allison said.

“You might not want to get too close, if you can help it. And that’s why you have these tools at your disposal to distance yourself.” The woman with a mom do from 2004 picked up something small. “Like this.” She sprayed the pepper spray the moment the AC came on. The pepper spray blew into Jackson’s eyes.

He screamed out in pain.

Allison gasped.

“What the hell?!” Jackson yelled.

Allison led him away from the area and found a bench to sit on. She had a water bottle in her bag she used to try to cleanse his eyes with.

“See? It really works,” the woman advertised to Cora and Isaac.

“You just pepper sprayed the district attorney,” Isaac said casually.

“It burns so bad,” Jackson complained. He groaned.

Scott and Malia wandered over.

“I got this soap for my mom,” Scott said uselessly.

“What happened?” Malia demanded as she looked at her brother.

Allison looked over her shoulder at the soap. It was liquid, so she squirted some into her hand. “He got pepper sprayed.” She slapped Jackson in the eyes with the soap.

“What the hell, Allison?”

“It’s supposed to take the sting out.”

Scott looked on, surprised. “That was for my mom.”

[rmbabydoll]

Countdown to Christmas Eve: a GentleBrava Tale

Presenting a story THREE years and THREE hours in the making…that might be going through several edits. Seriously, I have been sitting on this story ever since becoming a GentleBrava fan. I finally got it ready for Christmas so I hope you like it! And if anyone wants to give suggestions how it could be better, please give a like and comment. Merry Christmas!

Merii Kurisumasu!

The radio blared as Christmas Eve by Tatsuro Yamashita followed. It was December 1st and soon that special time of year again in Japan and a special first for a colluding couple.

Christmas Eve was nearing and Gentle and La Brava were set on spending the perfect Christmas Eve together.

“Good morning, my love.” Gentle greeted La Brava as he entered the kitchen to find her sitting at the set table.

“Good morning to you!” La Brava exclaimed, looking up from her laptop as she poured him some tea.

“What are you looking at?” He inquired as he walked over to her screen. La Brava quickly hid her tab so Gentle only saw her screen displaying a shopping page of gadgets and computer accessories.

“Oh, I’m just looking up some new hardware for video editing.” She fibbed “I really need to update some of my tools if I want to be ready for upcoming videos.”

Gentle looked skeptical but shrugged his shoulders. He also noticed a postcard at the table, but decided not to inquire about that as well.

“By the way,” Gentle began “What would you like for Christmas?”

“Oh all I need is you.” La Brava said flippantly.

“You have me everyday” he chuckled, hugging her from behind. “I want to get you something special. Something deserving of your loveliness.”

La Brava giggled, “I’ll give you my list soon. In the meantime, you do the same.”

“Yes mam’m!“ Gentle jokingly saluted.

La Brava rolled her eyes in amusement.

As Gentle started to eat, La Brava reopened her hidden tab to reveal her gift: an elegant mustache and beard grooming kit. It was perfect for Gentle and she couldn’t wait to order it!

Gentle, in turn, already had an idea for La Brava’s gift: a brand name laptop bag. He noticed a beautiful pink leather laptop bag with a bow at the shopping center that he thought was deserving of his girl. She didn’t always carry her laptop during their escapades, but he wanted to get her something that she could be proud to wear and use. It was perfect and he couldn’t wait to buy it!

The next few days, the pair prepared for the upcoming holiday, planning out how they wanted to spend Christmas Eve together.

“We have to see Christmas Illuminations!” La Brava exclaimed.

“I think it would be so romantic to go together and enjoy the lights!”

“Sounds wonderful, my dear!” Gentle responded. “If I may also suggest, I’d like to also get a Christmas cake as well for us to enjoy together.”

“Really? That’s what your looking forward to?” La Brava asked.

“…Well, I thought it would be a nice treat to complement a warm cup of tea.” Gentle said, unabashedly.

La Brava smiled, “Sounds wonderful”.

December 9th. The two began searching for a part time job to afford their gifts. Thankfully, it being imperative to hire part timers during the busy season afforded the opportunity to get a job.

“I found a job!” Both exclaimed as they met at a local tea place.

“Where?” Both asked

“Well, I can’t tell you” she said.

“It best be a secret” he said.

Both spoke over each other.

Gentle spoke up “It would be best if we didn’t run into each other so we can keep our respective gifts a secret.”

“Agreed.” La Brava said.

There was a pause before La Brava spoke, leaning her head on her hand.

“Gonna miss you during the day.”

“Me too.” Gentle responded, mirroring her sentiments.

December 15th. Everyday, Gentle and La Brava went to her respective part time jobs, Gentle being a postcard deliverer and La Brava a Christmas Cake seller, and in the afternoon, came home to each other.

“Everything good at your job?” Gentle asked as he and La Brava relaxed on the couch.

“Mhmm, busy, but good.” she responded.

“Only a couple more days and then we get to enjoy a perfect Christmas Eve.” Gentle mused.

La Brava squealed in response drawing Gentle’s neck down for a mock hug.

December 24th. Both said their goodbyes as they headed off to work. Once they did get off, they would go to customer pickup and meet each other at 7:30pm for the Christmas Illuminations.

6:00pm “Alright, enjoy your Christmas cake!” La Brava greeted after helping a customer.

Only an hour left of her shift and she would head to change and bring Gentle’s gift. “That’s weird…” her coworker mused.

La Brava looked to her co-worker. “What’s wrong Mika-San?”

“Our network is glitching. I can’t seem to use the touchpad.” Mika commented.

“Let me have a look…” La Brava said as she check the digital register.

The touchscreen continued to glitch.

“That is weird.” La Brava commented.

“Ladies!” The manager announced, rushing in from the back. “Our network is having technical difficulties! This could affect our incoming orders!”

“But we’re only supposed to work for another hour!” Mika panicked.

“I know, but this means we’ll have to think quick if we’re gonna serve the next rush of customers for Christmas Eve.”

La Brava could not be late for her gift pick up nor her date with Gentle!

Still…

“Leave the technical troubleshooting to me!” She told her coworkers.

“You two just worry about serving whoever comes in.” La Brava rushed to the back to her locker to grab her laptop. Something told her to bring it today.

Meanwhile, Gentle was on his break, going to pick up La Brava’s gift. Walking into the store, he browsed for a quick moment to see what else the store offered.

That’s when he noticed the man at the register. He pondered why the man looked familiar and realized he was someone he and La Brava had antagonized during one of their mischievous streams.

Before the man could notice him, Gentle walked quickly out the store.

“What am I gonna do?” he thought to himself.

That’s when he had an idea. A wonderful, awful idea.

Gentle went to the nearest convenience store and purchased a few things. Then, he went to the nearest bathroom and braced himself for a dire sacrifice.

“Hello, I’m here to pick up a gift. A pink laptop bag.” Gentle told the man at the register.

The man looked at him, squinting slightly at the clean shaven man before him as if trying to recall his face.

Gentle cleared his throat, trying to staying calm asking again for the gift. The man snapped out of his thoughts and gave his gift to Gentle. Gentle checked the time headed back to work, hoping his coworkers would bug him about his appearance.

All he could think was “My beautiful mustache…”

6:30pm “How it coming, Aiba-san?” her manager asked.

“It’s still not working! Something must be causing the whole system to crash!” La Brava exclaimed.

“Please keep at it! Our customers are not too happy with the delay” her manager pleaded.

“Understood…” La Brava resigned.

Grabbing her phone, she texted Gentle she would be a little late. Wait for me, Gentle she thought.

6:30pm Hearing from La Brava was the only consolation Gentle got from enduring the endless teasing from his coworkers about his shaven face, wondering why in the world would he spend his break doing so.

“Please stop bothering me about it. What’s done is done, alright?!” Gentle asserted and annoyed.

“Alright, Alright” one coworker relented.

“These are the final postcards to deliver. Finish these and you’re done for today.”

Gentle took the postcards and left to finish his route.

To be continued…

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[webiatorstechnologies]

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When store owners have finished designing an appealing appearance for the bars, they can install them wherever they like. Aside from the preset options of placing the promo bars at the top of the page or content, the admin can also use a snippet to customize the bar's positions. After saving a bar, you can show it by pasting the snippet code into any position on your store's website.

Schedule the display of promotional bars

The Magento 2 promotion bars can be easily set up to begin running at an appropriate moment. The start and end dates of a promo bar's valid time can be specified. During this time, you can set the promo bar to close or reopen on a specific timetable.

For example, the promotion bar will close after 1 minute and reopen after 5 minutes. Customers may become irritated if promotions are constantly displayed. As a result, a smaller gap time could make the promo bars more user-friendly.

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Best Christmas Countdown PPT Presentation

Get This countdown PowerPoint template can be a great tool if you need to update your students about the upcoming holiday season. Visit Slide Egg PowerPoint gallery! Use this Christmas Countdown template for your Presentation.

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Christmas Is Here But Have You Got Your Christmas Hamper Yet?

We are aware that winter is here & winter not only invites you to open your closet and wear your winter jackets and sweatshirts. But it also gives you a signal that the year is about to end soon and an invitation to various kinds of occasions. One of it being Christmas Parties & New Year Parties, but the question would not always be what you would be wearing for your Christmas party. But it would rather be what cocktail would you try this year's end & below are some suggestions which you can explore in the category of cocktails. Whether it be a house party or a public party :

  Bartisans Christmas Gift Hampers

 As the year is about to end new year resolutions are about to be taken soon. However, you have one last countdown to enjoy your Christmas party with a boom. But do have the right ingredients and accessories for the same. If not then below are some amazing gift hampers you can explore to make your Christmas & New Year Parties much cooler and happening enough: 

  Rock Your Party Gift Box

 Apart from just the cocktail premixes, rock your party gift boxes comprise 6 different cocktail mixers. Cocktail mixers by the name Abracadabra, The Embrace, Memento, Summer of 2000, Take a Chance, Liquid Gold, Pie Time, Classic Mojito, Classic Margarita, and Classic Sour you can choose any mixer out of it for your party gift box. Apart from these you even get a jigger, a cocktail spoon, and a customized concrete coaster. Making it a perfect cocktail mix kit for your Christmas and new year parties which includes both mixer and a small bar tool kit. And if you are looking out for such cocktail premixes and a bar tool kit to make the best cocktails at home for your house party. Then you can buy these cocktail mixers or cocktail premixes at cocktail mix kit.

  Christmas Experience Kit

 If you already have a bar tool kit and a bar counter at home. Then all you need is a great crowd and some great cocktail recipes to make your party rocking and memorable. But every cocktail has its chemistry of ingredients which goes well in specific cocktail recipes only. However, it's not just ingredients that play a pivotal role in making the finest cocktail. It is the types of cocktail premixes that allow you to explore various cocktail recipes. If you are looking out for such cocktail premixes so you can make the best cocktails in home for your house party. Then you can buy these cocktail mixers or cocktail premixes at cocktail mix kit.

 Apart from the above categories of mixer drinks like cocktail premixes, mixer cocktails, or bar tool kit sets. If you are looking out to buy a bartender cocktail mixer then Bartisans is a one-stop solution to buy cocktail mixers or buy cocktail shakers online to have a great indoor or outdoor party.

 To know more: https://www.bartisans.in/collections/experience-kits

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Ways to Ring in the New Year

These are activities are perfect if you have little ones! Make New Year's Eve eventful and fun for the kids and parents too.

It seems like we can just lump year 2020 and 2021 together and a bit of 2022 with that. We are all hopeful for 2023.

Your new normal may be a little different again this year. If you are looking for ways to make New Year's Eve eventful for your family, scroll down for some ideas!

Make your own countdown

Little ones don't need to wait up until midnight. You can make your own countdown by planning a simple activity every hour to count down to bedtime. Kids will enjoy things like a dance party to their favorite songs or karaoke. Arts and crafts can also keep them busy like cutting out a snowflake.

Start a memory jar

Look back at the year that has passed and recall your favorite memories. Sit down with your family and write down good things that happened, fond memories, and anything positive from 2022. Younger ones can draw their memories and you can transcribe their stories at the back of the drawing. Drop all your papers in a mason jar. You can add happy thoughts as they occur in 2023. You can also open up the jar for some good vibes when tough times come.

Create a family vision board

A vision board is a collection of photos, magazine cutouts, bold text, and inspirational quotes that helps you visualize your goals. It has shown to help you reach your goals faster than just writing or talking about them. This is a great tool for little kids as well. For younger ones, goals can be skill-related such as learning to tie their shoes or writing their names. You can also make a vision board for the whole family such as places you want to visit or something you want to save up for.

Take the party outdoors

You can enjoy the cool weather and earlier nights during this time of the year. Take your kids out for a walk to see the Christmas lights in your area. You may also have the chance to go to a park and see some stars or enjoy the cool breeze somewhere. You can cap off with some hot chocolate and marshmallows at home.

DIY a photo booth

A photo booth can give you lots of memories of your family NYE at home. Set up a backdrop and gather props such as hats, scarves, glasses, and oversized jewelry. Snap as many photos as you can!

Host an NYE party at home

Make some mocktails and cocktails, bar chow, and buy some party hats and noisemakers!

Put a slideshow together

Make movie night your very own home movie. Put a slideshow together of your favorite memories and snaps from the year that passed. Sit down with some popcorn to watch and relieve moments with your family.

Set up a balloon pop game

Fill up one balloon for each hour of the day with confetti and a small treat or a message. Blow up your balloon and stick it to a board or the wall. At the start of the hour, let your kids pop the balloon to receive the surprise inside. It's a great way to countdown!

We look forward to seeing which ideas you will try this year! Share your photos with us on Instagram or Facebook by tagging @playworks.ecc or using the hashtag #PlayWorksForUs

Wishing you all a prosperous 2023!

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Top Tips For Choosing The Best Frozen Food Distributors UK

Companies delivering refrigerated, chilled, and frozen foods to restaurants, hotels, and fast food chains are great in number, so there are a lot of options available for you. A lot of thought should be put into which frozen food distributors UK would suit your business. There are a lot of factors to consider before you can make a decision.

To know if you're making the right choice, you should be able to ask the frozen food distributors UK the right questions; for example, can they meet your business requirements? Every distributor will have various products to offer. Many of them are also wholesale ice cream suppliers UK, while some are chilled food suppliers for retailers in the UK. Better check your menu to know which products you need to order.

You should also be aware of their freezing process. Frozen food suppliers have different ways of freezing food items, such as fruits and vegetables.

Consider also their cold chain system; these are the tools, processes, and technology that distributes frozen food to their buyers, keeping them refrigerated along the way.

You mustn't consider only one but several frozen food distributors UK, before you place any order. The more you evaluate companies, the more likely you can find the company that suits the needs of your business.

Eden-farms.co.uk is also one of the most popular wholesale ice cream suppliers UK, supplying high-quality ice cream to dessert parlours, restaurants, and like businesses in the UK. Our products are free of artificial flavours, colours, or preservatives.

With the Christmas countdown firmly on, waste no time in planning. Stock your restaurant with high-quality frozen and chilled food, ice cream, and the likes. We are a chilled food supplier for retailers that you can count on regarding product quality, customer service, and affordable prices, which everybody will love.

[mewmewpurin]

Countdown to Christmas! Top 10 Female Characters! # 4 : Sucy Manbavaran

[hansensgirl]

heavenly hell.

summary. | Spin the bottle, truth or dare, charades, two truths and a lie. It could’ve been anything else. Why seven minutes in heaven?

warnings. | NONCON/DUBCON, smut, angst, mental health issues (ish), therapy mentions, mentions of kidnapping/torture, drinking, mild alcoholism, dark themes, sex pollen, obsession, possessive behaviour, foursome, mild Captain kink, mild Sergeant kink, mild Sir kink, mild cockwarming, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex (m), face fucking, squirting, spanking, unprotected sex, drooling, dumbification, degradation, humiliation, objectification, lack of preparation, creampie kink, slapping, threatening, panty smelling, mild male masturbation, facial, writing on the body, and more. DARK FIC, SMUT, 18+ MINORS DNI!

word count. | 8.8k

pairings. | Dark!Mean!Sam Wilson x Captive!Reader, Dark!Mean!Bucky Barnes x Captive!Reader, Dark!Mean!Helmut Zemo x Captive!Reader.

author’s note. | this was inspired by this post. i was also inspired by the show ‘you’ where joe talks about his therapists. please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog! if you take ANYTHING from my fics (and i’ll know, trust me) and you don’t give credit and ask for permission, you will be blocked, reported, and i’ll let others know.

The playlist Sam put on at the beginning of the night has yet to end. Cheerful Christmas songs that truly don’t match the feel of this room play at a loud volume. You can feel the low hums of Michael Buble in your heart if you just hold your breath and keep quiet for long enough. It’s sick, really.

Bandages litter the floor, and you know that if you were in the outdoors, Mother Nature would scold you like the figure in your life always does. But you are not outdoors so you can’t really worry. One of the said bandages is around your knee. It’s soaked with blood and has yet to give way. If you bend your knee too quickly, your skin might rip, and Bucky has used almost all the tools.

Bottles of antiseptics and other liquids that can clean wounds are on the table. One more drink, and you might accidentally grab one for the countdown shots Helmut has been pushing you to do. It’s hard to say no to a man like him. So manipulative, so stubborn, yet so much fun to be around.

“Let me get you a refill,” Sam says, grunting as he pulls himself off the floor. You don’t realize he’s talking to you until he takes your glass out of your hands. You’ve barely touched the alcohol in it out of sheer fear of the hangover you’ll get in the morning. It’s improper to start a new year hovering over a ceramic bowl. Not unless you’re a-okay after hurling and a Tylenol.

“You’re slacking,” Bucky notes after saying your name. His words end as if he’s asking a question. What does he mean? “Hmm?” you hum, turning your head to face him. He’s closer than you expected. “You’re still on your first drink,” he adds, and you slowly nod your head. Is this some sort of competition? God, you hope it isn’t. You’ll come in last place as you always do.

“I know. I’m not really feeling well,” you admit to him, and Sam hands you your glass. You look down into it, and it shifts from the movements of your shaky grip. It’s an amber colour but not the same shade as whiskey. It’s also got a purple hue, one that wasn’t there before. “Really? On New Year’s Eve?” Bucky questions, taken aback by your statement.

You shake your head and pull down your skirt. It hasn’t ridden up at all, but you just need something else to focus on. Make yourself look busy, and they’ll leave you alone, your mother would say. And she was right. They’d leave you alone, but they’d always come back until you no longer have anywhere else to shove your hands. “Wow, must be… nice to have an excuse. Y’know, your body telling you when it’s enough,” Bucky mutters before bringing his glass up to his mouth.

It’s admittance—honesty. He drinks as much as his stomach can hold, and he envies your self-control because he has absolutely none. Doctor Gray always says that people don’t envy the things that are impossible for them. No, he says they envy the things they’ve tried for but given up on.

“Zemo should take lessons from you!” Sam jokes after a while, taking note of the silence that makes everyone in the room uncomfortable except for you. “What’s that supposed to mean?” The man mentioned questions. Defensiveness—fright. Doctor Gray says that it’s normal to be defensive, but you can always tell when it’s out of fear or hurt.

“You know what it means. Any chance you get, you have a drink,” Bucky points out, and Helmut scoffs. In perfection, he downs the rest of his whiskey, and the other men grin at each other. You continue to stare down into your cup, and you can’t help but think about what Doctor Gray would say in this situation. He’s like that voice in your head that always tells you what’s right from wrong.

Would he be proud of you for finally being with others? Would he ask Helmut how he feels about Sam’s comment? Would he question why Bucky is gripping the glass so loosely yet so securely?

“You’re so… quiet,” Sam points out, turning to you. You cross your legs quickly, and you surprisingly don’t hiss in pain. The skin of your wound is pulling apart, you know it. A child is what you now are, sitting with your fit under your thighs. Criss-cross-apple-sauce. “Sorry, I just don’t have anything good to say,” you meekly tell him, and he casually waves his hand.

“Don’t apologize,” he insists before looking down at your drink. Your eyes follow his gaze, and you gulp thickly. “Uhm, yeah, I don’t think I can do it. I’m really sorry, I feel so bad,” you whisper to him. “That’s okay! It was the last in the bottle. Hey, Buck, take the drink from her,” Sam calls, and you watch as the glass leaves your grasp.

Your head rises as you look up at the man who was called. Bucky finishes the drink in one sip, and you feel bad. Your stomach hurts, a pain worse than whatever you’re feeling in your leg. Doctor Gray would tell you that it’s only temporary and to just breathe through it—that it would end real soon. But you’re not that strong, and you never will live up to the person he sees you as.

Lurching forward just a bit, your hand rests on your tummy. “Do you want something non-alcoholic to drink?” Helmut questions, leaning towards you from his seat on the couch. You’re the only one on the floor, even though there are plenty of seats that have yet to be taken up. “Uh, no, thank you, I’m fine,” you assure, pressing your lips together awkwardly.

“We can’t just drink all night, y’know,” Bucky sighs, and you hate the way he’s changed topics so quickly. It’s not as if you want it to linger on you, but you’d rather have beats between each new sentence. You can only come up with so many phrases that’ll shut things down. Doctor Gray would say you’re trying to push others away from your life.

You tried to convince him that it’s just because you’re not a talker, but he believed otherwise. You hate that—the way he tells you you’re one thing, but you’re really another.

“What do you want to do? Go stare at strangers in the dark?” Helmut sneers, and Bucky rolls his eyes. It could be painful, or it could be hurtful. You’ll never know. Does Bucky stare at strangers in the dark? “I don't stare at strangers in the dark,” he snaps, a bit too defensive for a joke.

“Oh, right! You do it in the light because you like to see everything,” Sam interjects, and you can tell he’s fooling around because his tone is light and airy. “Yeah, yeah,” he brushes off, seeming as though a nerve has been hit and soothed immediately. “Јебени кретен,” Helmut grumbles under his breath, and he adjusts himself in his seat.

“You sure you don’t want anything?” Bucky asks, and the attention shifts to you again. You shake your head, once again shutting down the conversation. Doctor Gray once sent you an email full of blue links. They were long, and all directed you to Youtube. The one he recommended the most was at the top, and you recall saving it to your ‘Watch Later.’

HOW TO BE SOCIAL - HOW TO NEVER RUN OUT OF THINGS TO SAY.

“Once again, you’re so quiet,” Sam points out, and his words are followed by a small bout of laughter. “Were you a chatterbox before?” Helmut teasingly questions, and he stands up. That purple coat of his—overly extravagant—trails behind him. He must feel like a king while wearing it, no? “Uh-uh,” you shake your head, remembering the way your parents would always wonder if a bad thing has happened to you or not.

“She’s so quiet…” your mother would whisper to your grandmother, “it’s like she doesn’t even exist,”

You wish that was the truth because then there’d be nobody bothering you.

“She’s just nervous. Give her a break,” Bucky pushes in, and you ask yourself why he’d say that. Can he see the way your hands shake? The way your gaze is cast upon every inanimate object? “Some warming up will do the trick,” Helmut then adds, sounding wise, but you know it’s just because he’s older and he once had a family. “A game?” Sam questions.

Once again, these big burly men are talking about you like you aren’t even there.

“Sure,” Bucky shrugs, and he sips on his beer. The glass bottle is a deep brown, and it has a blue label wrapped around it. In white slanted font, the name Bud Light is written. You once befriended a woman who turned her face at those drinks, claiming that real men only have whiskey, but you inwardly disagreed.

She ended up marrying one of those Wallstreet trust fund sons, and you never heard a word from her bright red lips ever again.

“You down for a game, doll?” Bucky questions, and they all stare at you. Impatiently, they wait for a response. Their eyes burn holes into your bruised up skin, and the heat of it is like pressure. You’ve known this all your life—you’re too used to it.

It was felt when a classmate waved a box of cigarettes in front of your face a few years ago. It was felt when your cousin pushed you towards the blue water. And it was felt when your boyfriend of three years shoved a dress you didn’t like into your chest.

“O- Okay,” you whisper loud enough for the super soldier to catch. They all smile, and a small circle is formed. You look up to see Helmut sitting across from you with his back braced against the table. The bottles of antiseptic are now opened, an action done by Bucky. Why? Doesn’t he know that this criminal might be planning to throw it all in your eyes and then run off?

Maybe he doesn’t want to run off, and perhaps he isn’t a criminal or a bad man at all.

You lock eyes with the Sokovian, and he’s got this dark look in his pupils. It’s unsettling, but you’ve seen it before. Doctor Gray has told you before that when people are attracted to someone, they look at them differently. You didn’t realize what he was talking about until a few days later when you went to a bar to find your missing cat. The bartender held onto her for you.

Helmut calls your name. “Truth or dare?” he questions, and his hands splay against his thighs. “This isn’t high school,” Sam rolls his eyes, and he’s sitting on your left. He leans against the couch just like you do, except he slouches far more. “Two truths and a lie?” Bucky asks, and this time, Helmut grimaces. “Charades?” Sam offers, a bit eager. Bucky shakes his head.

“...What about spin the bottle?” Sam grins after a few seconds. The look on his face is wicked—mischievous. The other two men in the room contort their faces as they ponder whether the idea of playing a game in all was a good one. “I’m just kidding,” Sam interrupts, and Helmut lets out a breathless chuckle. You can tell that Captain America, next to you, gets along well with the vigilante in front of you both.

Better than he does with the White Wolf.

“What do you think, мали заробљеник?” Helmut asks you, and your stomach drops. мали заробљеник, it’s all he’s been calling you since he’s met you. You have no idea what it means, but every time he says it, Bucky and Sam both smile slyly. “Uhm, I’m fine with anything…” you sheepishly tell them, and your head rolls just a bit.

“Good, we can’t have someone like you telling us what to do,” Bucky cackles, and the bad memories come flooding back. These men aren’t the heroes you need—they’re the villains you’ve been trying to run from. You look up at the super-soldier with tears in your eyes. “Still don’t get why they’d take you… You can barely handle a drink, doll. How could you ever handle a battlefield?” he questions in a condescending tone,

“Don’t be mean, James. Poor thing is probably just trying to have fun, and here you are, ruining it all,” Helmut interrupts, and oh God, it’s happening again. They’re talking about you like you’re not there. “I have an idea…” Sam hauntingly says, and you don’t think it’ll be a good one. “Go on,” Bucky entices, and you cringe at his poor acting skills.

They’ve spoken about this before. It’s all been planned out—they’re organized, unlike the men that were left of SHIELD and tried to form a new evil.

“We should play seven minutes in heaven,” Sam proposes, and he excitedly waits for what Helmut and Bucky have to say. “Perfect! But I want to add a twist,” Helmut tells him in a hushed tone. Sam leans forward, but you hug your legs to your chest. They can’t save you this time, you know it, not when they’re all wounded and battered.

“Our little… victim, here, doesn’t get to choose at all,” the Baron snickers, and your stomach drops. “Ah, that’s exactly what I was thinking!” Sam exclaims, and Bucky’s face has a bright smile painted on it. They all look at each other wickedly, and you think to yourself that they may just be worse than the men who stole you from your home and never returned you.

“Have you ever played seven minutes in heaven?” Sam questions, and you rest your chin in the groove between your two knees. “N- No… Why are you guys d- doing this to me?” you whisper loud enough for the heroes next to you to hear. “Shhh… You don’t get to ask us those questions. Stay in your place,” Sam warns, and your bottom lip wobbles. You fight the waterworks, though.

Doctor Gray once told you to always let your frustrations out—whenever you feel any emotion, let it out.

But you just can’t. Not now, at least. “Since you’re not going to choose,” Bucky starts, acting as if you ever had a choice. “We’ll… Take this knife and spin it,” he explains, pulling a knife out of his pocket. He flips it open, and there’s a woosh when it happens. The harmful metal is carved with a funky design.

“Did you steal that from one of the bodyguards?” Sam questions, noticing the familiarity of the weapon. Bucky nods as he places it in the centre. The point is directed at you, and it wobbles just the tiniest bit. “It’s nice, so I took it,” he briefly clarifies, leaving out the part where he had to yank it from someone’s body beforehand.

“Do you want to spin it, мали заробљеник?” Helmut asks, and you quickly shake your head. “Good,” he chuckles, and you dig your short nails into your skin. They used to have length, but now they’re all broken and flimsy. “Take a deep breath, relax,” Sam laughs, noticing the way you’re tensing up. He doesn’t care whether you have a panic attack or not; he just wants to bully you even more.

You inhale deeply, and the burning smell of antiseptic fills your nostrils. You ignore the way your lungs falter just the slightest, preferring not to remember the way Helmut had his arm wrapped around your neck when you tried to make a run for it. You’re quick, but he’s even faster. An exhale that’s more than quiet leaves your body, and they all coo at you.

“So obedient…” Bucky notes, even though he’s already gotten a small taste of your listening skills. The stolen first aid kit that hails from a small convenience store can attest to his words. If only it could speak. “Not sure if I should say we’re lucky or unlucky. I like breaking them,” he sinisterly follows up, and if you had anything other than blood in your mouth, you’d probably swallow your saliva.

“He’s kidding,” Helmut quickly adds, but his facial expressions say otherwise. “Let’s just get on with the game. Where are we going to do this? I can’t fit in that closet,” Sam questions, and his foes share a similarity with him. “Yeah, and even if we could, it’s not that fun. We’ll do it right here,” Bucky concludes, and Helmut raises his eyebrows in an amusing manner.

“What are you, James? A pervert?” the Sokovian questions, and Sam chuckles. “I mean, it makes sense,” the Captain murmurs, and you wonder if there are any instances to back up his words. Bucky kisses his teeth, and he rolls his eyes. “Please, neither of you can act like you’re holier than thou,” he says before taking a sip of his beer. “Can we get on with the game?” Sam eventually huffs out, and you’re at a crossroads.

On one hand, you’d prefer if these disgusting men continued to banter stupidity. But on the other, you just want them to hurry up and get it over with.

“Who wants to start?” Sam questions, waiting for an answer. “I will,” Helmut says, and he crawls a little closer to the knife that points at you. The burning smell of antiseptic has now turned into something you’re used to. You continue to take deep yet quiet breaths in order to calm yourself down. And it works, but it’s not enough to reassure you everything is okay.

“Ready, мали заробљеник?” he questions, and they all look at you. They don’t wait for your answer, though. “Of course you are. You have no choice. Remember that,” Sam whispers, and the bitter reminder makes you want to cry. But you always want to cry at every little thing—the slight raise of voice from someone older than you, the unravelling string on a sweater, the impatience of your peers.

You’re so easy to push to the edge, and maybe that’s why you make such a lovely victim.

The knife spins for quite a few seconds, turning into a two-coloured blur that you wish would never stop moving. But because you’re not the luckiest person on this Earth, it stops rotating and lands on Helmut. Bile wants to rise into your mouth, but it never happens. Your stomach drops, and you wonder if the Highest power hates you. “Oh… Lucky me…” Helmut hums in a light tone, and the other men laugh.

“Please…” you whimper, but they either can’t hear you or are ignoring you. “Мали заточеник… I don’t know whether I should hurt you or… Actually, I just really want to hurt you. But I won’t hurt you too badly,” he cackles, and you shake your head. Not just in refusal but also in disbelief. “Please, Helmut…” you plea, and your expression hints that you’re trying to bargain.

“Shh… Don’t worry, Мали заточеник, I’ll still make you feel good. Now, do I have to come and collect my prize, or are you going to come here and be a good girl?” the Baron questions, and before you can even decide, he moves forwards. Helmut grabs you roughly and pulls you towards where he’s sitting. Your injured legs drag against the rough ground, and your wounds split open for the second time tonight.

You’re placed in his lap like you’re a plaything with no feelings. “C’mon, get comfortable,” he urges, manhandling your body and its limbs until they’re held back by his. Your legs are separated, and you just can’t quite close them due to his thick thighs keeping them open. Your hands are held in your lap, and his knuckles have turned white from his tight grip.

“You’re not going to put up a fight?” Bucky questions in shock, remembering how you pounded against his chest and bit his arm. “Because she’s a good girl. Right, Мали заточеник?” Helmut questions, and you sheepishly nod your head. “Don’t be nervous, remember what he said? He’s not going to hurt you too much,” Sam reminds, and you nod your head. Still, you remain just as frightened as you were a few moments ago.

“C’mon, take those deep breaths. Make them really deep, okay?” Sam pushes, and you have no choice but to listen. Your chest expands to its limit, and you can no longer smell the burning scent. It's odd, so very strange. The bottles are right behind you, yet all you can make out is the liquor on Helmut’s tongue and a sweet yet bitter scent that wafts in the air.

That smell fades into nothingness as you continue to breathe in and out to calm yourself down. And for a few moments, it actually helps. But as you look up and lock eyes with Sam, that anxiety seeps back into your pores. He’s got this darkness in his eyes that is much worse than anything you’ve ever seen. He shares that evil with Bucky and Helmut.

You don’t know how long it’s been, but in your assuming ten months of turning into a shell of patheticness, you haven’t faced anyone with such depravity.

A sudden dizziness takes you the same way those soldiers did. With surprise and with utter brutality. “There you go…” Helmut whispers in your ears, and tingles are sent throughout your body. Shouldn’t they be shivers? You’re so confused. You can feel Helmut moving around behind you, and he brings the opaque brown bottle right under your nose.

That sweet yet bitter scent is stronger than ever, and you wonder where the cleanser has gone. “What a naive little thing… Did you not worry for one second as to why your cuts didn’t burn as much as they should’ve?” Helmut questions, but your brain is so muddled that you cannot connect the dots that are being presented to you.

“This isn’t the antiseptic, Мали заточеник,” Helmut clarifies, and he waves the bottle in front of you from one side to the other. “Because Sharon is just so kind to us, she gave us some connections,” Sam interjects, wanting so desperately to rip the bandaid off and steal you all for himself.

“And those guys did us a little favour and sent this sort of aphrodisiac… The thing is, you’re the only one here that gets affected by it,” he further adds, and as if on cue with his words, a heat takes over your skin. “We were so very blessed with something that doesn’t let the pollen affect us,” he concludes, and Helmut holds you closer to him.

Through the fabric of the dress they’ve stuffed you in, you can feel the Baron’s hard cock press against your ass. It’s not the only thing you can sense, though. Slick drools out of your hole, and it stains your panties without relent. Your wetness just doesn’t seem to stop, and neither do those tingles. Your poor little clit throbs, and you have the greatest urge to touch it in any way, shape, or form.

“And you know what the best part about this is? Even though you don’t want it now, you’re gonna be begging us to fuck you until you’re sobbing,” Bucky tells you in that Brooklyn accent of his. “Or maybe she does want this. You seem like a little slut,” Sam intones, and Bucky’s smile is crooked. His last few words go straight to your core, and you find yourself clenching around nothing.

Your face twists up, and you don’t even try to hide your disgust. Disgust for yourself and disgust at these men.

A hand—large, calloused, and warm—trails itself down to the middle of your legs. Helmut teasingly brushes over your right breast as he inches closer and closer to your apex. “Please stop, Sir,” you beg as nicely as you can through your gritted teeth. They might as well break under the immense pressure you’re applying. “Oh, I like that quite a bit, мали заробљеник,” Helmut whispers in your ear.

Your mind, even though it’s all broken, zeroes in on his voice. The other heroes that should be known as villains have disappeared, but not entirely. You twist your head and look up at Helmut, who smiles down at you. His hand rests right under your belly button, almost as if he’s waiting for you to snap and provoke him yourself.

“What do you like, Zemo?” Sam questions, curious to see where the Baron is going to take this.

Helmut still focuses on you, and his lips part so that he can speak once more. “I love it when you call me ‘Sir,’ and when you beg so sweetly,” he tells you, and your nipples pebble up from his low baritone. You’re so sensitive, so needy, and so fucking desperate for relief. A shaky breath leaves your parted lips, and you might as well be drooling with the way you look.

“Poor little thing…” Helmut mumbles audible enough for you to hear, pulling up the skirt of your dress. Your mind screams out to you louder than ever to close your legs, but your body doesn’t listen. Instead, they do the opposite of your brain’s command. Your legs part further, and Sam chuckles. “Already, baby? Zemo is right. You really are a poor little thing,” he says, and you let out a whimper as his humiliating words make your clit throb.

Thumbs hook onto your soaked-through underwear. You know the unnecessarily thin red cloth has turned a few shades darker, and you can feel it stick to your folds. Bucky stares at your core in awe, admiring the way your cunt is outlined by your wet panties. “You’re so wet, doll… Is that all for us?” Bucky asks, and before his question even sinks in, Helmut’s right hand forcefully nods your head.

They make you feel stupid—as if you’re not even a person with feelings. They throw you around, hurt you, and say terrible things about you without a care in the world.

“What’s got you so wet, мали заробљеник? I didn’t think you liked it when we were mean… But, hey, maybe I was wrong,” Helmut cooes, and your face fights your instincts to twist up in disgust. You so desperately want to yell at him—at them all—and tell them that it’s all their fault. What you’re feeling has nothing to do with you. It’s all their fault… Right?

The Baron slowly pulls down your underwear until the cloth is at your feet. He pulls it past your ankles, and he tosses it to Sam, whose hands are open and begging for the soaked panties. You don’t bother to look and watch what heinous act he does with it, but the sounds of his overly-dragged-out sniffs have you aware, whether you like it or not.

“So sweet. Too bad I’m not patient enough to have a taste of that cunt,” Sam chuckles, and he tosses the cloth in Bucky’s direction. The once upon a time-Sergeant mimics Sam’s actions, and your body burns with humiliation. Cool air hits your pussy, but you don’t shiver. No, instead, you lay limp against Helmut’s body.

“Well, even if you don’t want to eat her out, you can still have her pussy. What do you say, Captain? I was planning on taking our plaything’s ass instead,” Helmut discusses, and his last few words elicit a wild reaction from you. He braces himself for flailing arms or loud screaming, but nothing of the sort arrives. No, instead, you let out a small whimper and even more slick gushes out of your pussy.

Wetness drips down to the puckered hole that Helmut has already decided to claim. He might as well write his name on your lower cheeks with the way he’s so eager. “Dirty, dirty little thing. Such a fucking slut. You want to get fucked up the ass, don’t you? Hm? Oh, you’re practically drooling for it,” he chuckles, and so do Sam and Bucky.

And he’s right. He’s so fucking right. You’re so desperate that you’ll take anything—even a cock up the ass. You can feel a little bit of your saliva on the corner of the mouth, and you can also feel the way your holes clench with each sinful thought that passes through your mind. Helmut’s hand reaches further downwards, and he completely ignores your aching core.

“Please, Sir… It hurts…” you beg through your quiet yet slowly building pants. “What hurts, мали заробљеник?” Helmut questions, but he already knows the answer. “M- My…” you stutter, feeling so ashamed to even be talking to him about your most intimate parts. “Your poor little pussy? Aw, it’s okay, слутти баби, it won’t be the only thing hurting in a few seconds,” he assures, and suddenly, Sam is sitting in front of you.

“I’ll fill up your pussy soon, baby, don’t worry. Zemo here just needs a little help with his wants,” Sam whispers, and Bucky sits next to him. Helmut’s hand goes back to your wet pussy, and his almost feather-light touch sends shivers down your spine. His middle finger pushes its way through your soaked lips, and wetness coats him like no tomorrow.

You let out a loud moan, and they all laugh at your sudden openness. “Oh… Feels so good,” you slur, not even caring that these men are holding you against your will. “Yeah? You’re so sensitive, doll. Can’t wait to see how dumb you turn when you get a cock stuffed in this pussy,” Bucky chuckles, and you buck your hips against Helmut’s finger. The Sokovian tuts and the Captain kisses his teeth a few times.

“God, one moment you’re begging us to leave you alone, but the next, you’re turning into our slut. Careful, baby, you might give us whiplash with the way you’re changing,” Sam jokes, and you can feel his hands on the backs of your thighs. He pushes at your legs until they’re touching your chest and can’t go anymore. You whimper at the dull pain, but it soon washes away as the tip of Helmut’s finger dances over your clit.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” Helmut asks with a sort of impatience laced in his tone of voice. He’s so blunt, so careless—he’s so different from you. You shake your head, and it slowly spins while that finger draws small circles on your swollen pearl. Your wetness seeps out of you in copious amounts, and it’s even coated your tightest of holes. Pathetic moans leave your mouth, and you wonder where your silence has disappeared to.

“Really! Oh, you’re such a treat. I bet you’ve always wanted to, though. Yeah, little sluts like you love thinking about getting fucked up the ass. Dirty whore,” Helmut spits, and his touch leaves your pussy. A strangled whine leaves your mouth, and the sound sends blood rushing straight to everyone’s cocks. They groan, and you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment.

That tiny voice in your head tells you to put up a fight, but your body is more stubborn than ever.

Helmut’s finger moves downwards, and it prods at your puckered hole. You jump in the grasps of both him and the Captain, and Bucky laughs. “Wait, Sir-,” you start, but Sam quickly hushes you. “C’mon, be a good girl for us, and we’ll make you feel so nice,” he bargains as he gently replaces Helmut’s finger on your pussy with his own. The pleasure—even though it’s mild—has you dizzy.

One man slowly works and teases your ass, as the other wastes no time collecting any amount of slick. “How long did the guy say it would last?” Sam questions Bucky. “Uhm, one dose lasts for five hours… We used three doses, so she’ll be like this for around fifteen hours. Why?” Bucky asks, turning his head to look at his commander and, most of the time, friend.

“I like our little captive like this. All dumb and slutty,” Sam admits, and he unknowingly voices the inner thoughts of everyone else. Except for you, of course.

“Hurts,” you mumble through your pants. You sound like a bitch in heat, but you struggle to find it in you to care. “Aw, well, that’s too bad,” Helmut mocks, and you frown at his rudeness. Your pussy clenches around nothing but air, and Bucky groans at the sight. “Fucking whore,” he grumbles, and he just can’t wait to get his hands on you.

Slowly, Helmut pushes the tip of his finger into your tight ring of muscle. You cry out in both pain and pleasure, but the aching suddenly stops. He pulls his finger out, and Sam’s hand moves away from your pussy. It’s as if they’re in some well-rehearsed and perfectly coordinated dance. Their timings match up, and you have no choice but to deal with it.

You’re suddenly being lifted up by Bucky, who locks eyes with you for those brief seconds of shock. His orbs are dark, and maybe if you had a magnifying glass on hand, you would be able to see the dissipating mercy in them.

You’re tossed onto the carpeted ground as if you’re nothing but a plaything. Those cuts from before sting, but the pain leaves quickly as Helmut lays underneath your body. Clothing is being pulled off of you and turned into shreds of cloth that can only replace the jobs of rags now. Unlike you, the soldier, Captain, and Baron remain fully dressed.

Cold air blows against your skin and your already hard nipples ache for some form of friction against them. Your stomach is against Helmut's, and you can sense someone kneeling behind you. Bucky stands in front of you, and he stares you down like you’re his injured prey that he’s been chasing for far too long.

Zippers are pulled down loudly, and your wetness drips onto the cloth of Helmut’s pants. Sam’s lips attach themselves to your neck, and he presses a light kiss. It’s so sweet that he might as well not be your captor. But as he bares his teeth and sinks them down into your skin to mark you up, the harsh truth hits you worse than those evil men ever did.

The Captain’s tongue licks over his marks as he sucks on your sticky skin. And even though it’s not much, you toss your head back and sigh in relief. You’ll take anything at this point, as long as that ache can go away. “You’re going to be such a mess on our cocks, слутти баби,” Helmut chuckles, and he finally manages to pull his cock out of its confines.

Bucky and Sam do the same, and their sizes have you wordless. Bucky is long and veiny, Sam is thick and well-endowed, and Helmut is the best of both worlds. You look up to see pre-cum dripping from the Sergeant’s tip, and you just know it’s the exact same for the other men.

The tip of Helmut’s cock drags through your folds, and you let out a loud moan before falling on top of his chest. You’re so sensitive; it almost hurts. “Pl- Please,” you whimper, even though you don’t really know what you’re pleading for. “Fuck,” Sam grunts behind you, and he leans forward.

As Helmut’s cock remains on your throbbing clit, Sam’s member collects as much slick as he can before going back to your puckered hole. In sync, their heads line up to your entrances. “Please, what, baby? Tell us what you need,” Sam teases, and you find yourself frowning in both pleasure and frustration. Though it was already apparent, it’s now clear as day that these men just want to be mean to you.

“Oh, God. Please fuck me, please!” you plead, and you can hear both your future and past selves yelling at you. But you don’t care; not right now, at least. “You gotta do it properly,” Bucky grunts, and he sits next to Helmut. Your face is squished onto Helmut’s shoulder, and the sight of Bucky’s cock is right beside you.

“Please fuck my ass, Captain, a- and please fuck my pussy, Sir. Please, I need it so badly,” you whimper, and Sam sighs in satisfaction. “Good girl,” the Captain praises, and he pushes into you first. Unable to control your noises any longer, you let out a wail of pain. He practically splits you in two with his thick cock, and your vision starts to darken slightly.

“Fuck, Zemo, d- do it,” Sam orders through gritted teeth, marvelling at your tightness. In one smooth thrust of his hips, Helmut sheathes his entire length into your pussy. “Oh, fuck!” you squeal as your eyes roll back into your head. Your jaw slacks open in shock, and you find the pain in your ass turning into pleasure and numbness and the two men impaling you continue to force their cocks into you.

“Open wider,” Bucky demands, and at first, you’re confused. Your eyebrows knit together before the Sergeant clenches his jaw out of impatience and anger. “Dumb slut… I said to open your mouth wider. Do it, or else I’m going to hurt you. And not in a nice way,” he grumbles, and you immediately follow his orders.

Sam and Helmut finally bottom out inside you—the Baron first, the Captain second. Your holes are stretched beyond belief, and the pain of it turns to something you know you’ll be craving in the near future, with and without the pollen. They’re so deep inside you, it almost makes you want to pass out.

Or maybe it’s the lack of oxygen from Bucky’s cock. The tip of it slides down your throat until the majority of his member is being sucked by your mouth. You try your best, but his size makes it challenging to do a good job. Every man who stuffs one of your holes full lets out a moan.

“You just might turn out to be my best fuck yet, baby,” Sam whispers in your ear, and he lays onto your back just a bit. He wears a grey turtleneck, and it’s already stained with your droplets of sweat. “Too much…” you garble around Bucky’s cock, feeling as though you’re about to burst. Everyone ignores you even though they understand you, but you’re not surprised.

Helmut begins to move first, slowly yet roughly pushing and pulling his hips. You let out a wail that sends vibrations to Bucky, and he swears in a sneer. The Baron’s cock nudges against your g-spot once he thrusts back into you, and it’s more than you think you can handle. You want to shake your head and beg them to stop, but you simply cannot.

“You’re so wet, мала курва. And it’s all for us, isn’t it? Dirty little thing,” Helmut husks next to your ear, and before you can even form an answer, Sam pulls his cock out of your ass until just his head remains inside. Your eyelids flutter at the feeling, and suddenly, your Captain shoves his cock back into your ass. “Fuck, yeah,” he pants, and he forms a pattern with Helmut.

As Helmut pushes into your cunt, Sam drags his cock out of your tightest hole. You let out moans that simply sound like pornographic nonsense. With each thrust of their cock, you feel as though you’re already at the edge. The pleasure is so good yet so overwhelming. But your desperate body takes it all because of your greedy neediness.

Thickness strokes your inner walls that are just so damn wet and sensitive. At this angle, they feel as though they’re right in your guts. “S- So good,” you babble, dragging out the ‘o’ in the word ‘so.’ You feel like those pornstars you used to watch every now and then—except with less self-respect than they have. You, the one who’s letting your captors fuck you, and you don’t even try to fight them.

“You take their cocks like a good fucking whore. Are you gonna take mine that well, too?’ Bucky questions, and even though you don’t answer him, he still starts to use your mouth. His hips buck forwards and backwards slowly at first, and you gag with each movement of his.

Your pussy and ass both clamp down on Sam’s and Helmut’s cocks. “Fucking hell,” Sam mutters, struggling to keep a fast pace with your tightness. Helmut doesn’t face the same problem, though. Copious amounts of slick act as lube for him, and he moves his cock in and out of you at a fast pace.

Jolts of pleasure shoot through your veins and every other passage in your body. It’s truly euphoric, and you’ve never felt anything like this before. Bucky’s balls slap against your chin as he fucks your face roughly. You let him do all the work for you, as you’re too blissed out to function properly.

“Good little slut. Letting us fuck you without a worry, yeah? We’re going to have so much fun with you,” Helmut spits loud enough for you to hear through the sounds of skin-on-skin, loud moans, squelching, and so much more. Your clit throbs at his words, and he fucks you even more vigorously. The pathetic cries that leave your mouth grow louder and louder, and they only motivate the men to use you.

Bucky pulls his cock out of your mouth, and you take a large gasp for air. Saliva coats your lips and chin, and it has now soaked the carpet as well. It’s not the only thing the Sergeant has taken notice of, though. The way your weak fingers grip onto Helmut’s shoulders and the way you’re trying to fuck yourself on the two cocks that are impaling you is something he knows all too well.

“Are you going to come already, slut?” he questions, and his hand strokes your cheek. “Uh-huh,” you nod, and your body jolts as you can feel yourself being brought closer to your release. You focus on that feeling that just grows more intense with each pant that leaves someone’s mouth. Most are yours.

All of a sudden, your head jerks to the side and stinging along with prickling burns against your skin. It’s just as bad as frostbite, if not more. You whip your head to look at Bucky—the man who just slapped you. “Say it properly,” he orders, and you wonder why he isn’t jerking himself off since he clearly gets off on this shit.

“I- I’m going to come, Sergeant,” you whimper, and you don’t care if it’s pathetic or not. You just need to relieve yourself from this terrible feeling. “Good girl. Do it, come on their cocks,” he demands with a rough voice, one that leaves no room for any ifs, ands, or buts. Your body has succumbed to whatever higher power these means are, and it listens like an obedient little bitch.

Your back arches, and you unintentionally give Sam a better angle for him to fuck you through your orgasm. You let out a loud cry that ends in a sob. The elastic band that’s been tightening non-stop finally snaps, and your eyes roll back into your head. “Oh, fuck!” you wail, your cunt and ass both clamping down on Sam’s and Helmut’s cocks. It’s more intense than anything you’ve ever felt before.

Your juices coat their cocks, and it stains their clothing. “That’s so fucking hot,” Bucky whispers in awe, though Sam smirks in an egotistical sense. He thrusts into your ass far slower than the quick pace Helmut is going at. “Shit, look at you. Coming around our cocks like the good little slut you are,” Sam chuckles, and he punctuates his sentence with one harsh thrust.

“Too much,” you whimper, and small streams of liquid gush out every now and then. “Shut up,” Helmut orders through a hiss, struggling to have accurate thrusts. “Gladly,” Bucky sighs, and he doesn’t even have to tell you to open your mouth for him to slide his cock into it. You’ve already done so. “Little slut. You already know your place, don’t you? Yeah, you do. Just here to take our cocks and make us feel good,” he husks, and he pushes his cock past your lips.

His tip hits the back of your throat as Helmut’s nudges against your sweet spot. “You learned quickly; it’s so fucking pathetic. It’s like you were just waiting for us to stuff our cocks into your holes. I bet we didn’t even need the pollen. You would’ve been so willing. Isn’t that right, baby?” Sam questions and his hands grope your ass. You don’t answer him because you’re too busy bucking your hips and trying not to pass out from your lack of oxygen.

A strong hand comes down on the soft flesh of your butt, spanking you roughly but just once. “Answer me. Answer your Captain,” Sam demands, and your nose almost nuzzles against Bucky’s skin. He’s too big, though. “Uh-huh,” you jumble around the Sergeant’s cock. Once the phrase leaves your mouth. Bucky snaps his hips back and forth to chase his own orgasm while yours nears already.

You don’t warn them—you can’t warn them. Spit guides Bucky’s cock smoothly while your wetness from before still aids Sam. Your pearl of nerves throbs, and your pussy flutters with pleasure. “Are you going to come again, мала кучко?” Helmut questions, and because he’s just so fucking cruel, he slows his thrusts down. They’ve become more shallow, but Sam keeps going.

“C’mon, slut. Come all over our cocks,” Helmut urges, and your vision nearly goes dark as you come for the second time. It’s almost painful, given that your first orgasm happened mere seconds ago. Your moans are swallowed by Bucky’s cock that thrusts into your mouth. As you soak their cocks once more, you find yourself still not feeling better. The thought of spending hours upon hours with your captors fucking you fills your mind.

You’re not bothered by the idea at all, and that scares the shit out of you.

No, instead, your walls are hugging the Captain and the Baron even tighter now that you’re thinking of them fucking you endlessly. It makes your orgasm so much more intense, and you’re afraid you’ll pass out right here, right now. “Love it when you squirt, baby. Can’t wait to have you all to myself; I’ll make you clean up your mess,” Sam grunts out, and he knows you love the idea with the way your back is arching.

“Fuck, I don’t think I can handle it any longer,” Helmut confesses, and your legs are now shaking with how overstimulated you are. It hurts every time they move, even the slightest bit. “It’s okay, Zemo. Remember, we have a long way to go, so don’t hold back,” Bucky encourages through his grunts. You gag around his cock repeatedly, and your tongue can feel the veins on its underside.

“Fucking hell, мали заробљеник. You’re squeezing my cock so tightly. Aw, i- is it because you want my cum? Hm? Desperate little thing, that’s what you are. I’ll give you all of my cum, baby. I’ll fill you up until you’re spilling everywhere,” he whispers in your ear as he sloppily thrusts into you. His words have you leaking, and you simply cannot wait until you’re being filled to the brim with cum.

What the fuck have they done to you?

“Our little slut. Just made for us to fuck and dump our cum into,” Helmut mutters, and his hips suddenly still. His cock is buried deep inside you, all the way to the hilt. You’re sure that if he wasn’t too busy focusing on his own orgasm, his tip would painfully touch your cervix. “Oh, јебати.” The Baron turns his head as his eyes squeeze shut. Ropes of cum paint your abused yet still-aching inner walls.

He fulfills his promise, and you know he’s truly a man of his word. Some of that white stickiness leaks past his cock and stains your inner thighs, but neither of you care. “Just a cumdump for us,” Helmut reminds you, but you’re too busy focusing on the feeling of his seed inside of you. Slowly, Helmut slips his cock out of your wet pussy, and his action causes a slight wet sound.

Before you can even collect yourself, Sam is pushing you against Helmut’s chest and fucking into your ass quickly. His back-and-forth movements are tell-tale of one thing and one thing only; he’s about to come, too. The empty feeling in your pussy is foreign, and it bothers you. You desperately want to be filled up again—you need to be filled up again.

“You want me to feel up this tight ass of yours, baby? Yeah? Fuck, I can’t wait to see my cum drip out of this tight hole. You’re going to love me for it; you’ll be begging me to keep going after that, too. Dirty whore,” Sam spits, and the hand on your lower back grips your skin harshly. Searing hot pressure in your stomach builds up once again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses in a string of profanities, and the Captain roughly thrusts into you as his orgasm washes over him.

Bucky pulls out of your mouth, and you gasp for air as another release rips through you. “Captain!” you squeal, and your toes curl as you come for the third time in the span of twenty-something minutes. As your pussy contracts around nothing but cum, Sam spills inside of you. Those white ribbons that coat your insides are addictive; all of these men are addictive.

“Good little slut,” Sam sighs, and his words are bittersweet. His cock remains locked inside of you, unlike Helmut’s. It’s a tight fit in your ass, so most of his cum leaks out and mixes with the other juices that have been dripping on your skin. “Are you ready, Barnes? Or are you having a bit of trouble?” Helmut almost-mockingly questions, and you look up at the man you’ve nearly forgotten about. Nearly.

“Fuck off,” the brooding man grumbles, and you watch as his flesh hand slides up and down his hard member. Pre-cum drips at the slit, and the rest of it is shining with your saliva. “Remember what you’re supposed to do, doll? Yeah? Forget about it. You don’t deserve to taste my come. Close your eyes,” Bucky commands, and after frowning a bit, you do as he says.

“You mean ‘fuck doll,’ right?” Sam questions with a chuckle, staring at the point where you and he are connected. “Fuck, yeah. Stupid fuck doll. Nothing but cock on your mind,” the Sergeant grunts, and even though the circumstances are terrible, you know he’s right. “Shit,” he curses, and his cum shoots from his aching tip.

Each droplet hits different parts of your face; some of your cheeks, some on your lips, and even some right near your eyes.

“Best orgasm I’ve ever had, I swear,” Bucky admits, and he continues to jerk himself off until nothing’s left. When you’re suddenly missing the sensation of his cum landing on your face, you slowly open your tired eyes. “Look at you, fucking smiling like a true slut. We’re going to wipe it off your face at the end, sweetie,” Sam chuckles, and his threat frightens you just a little bit.

“Or maybe you’ll be even more dopey afterwards. Whores like you will take anything we give you,” Bucky jokes, but with the way he’s been talking about you beforehand, he’s so fucking right. You nod your head, and you’re no longer thinking with your brain. No, not anymore. Now, you’re thinking with your holes instead. “Anything?” Helmut questions before reaching into his pocket.

His fingers graze your thigh, and he pulls a marker out of his pants. It’s black, and you know it’s good quality—you used to eye it every time you went to the crafts store. The Baron takes the cap off of the marker, and he grabs your face between his index and thumb. The inked tip touches your cheek, and he’s writing something on your face. You’re too out of it to figure out what word it is.

“...There we go,” he chuckles, and on the other cheek, he finishes the word. “‘Whore,’” Bucky reads out loud. The ‘W’ and ‘H’ are written on your right cheek, whereas the ‘R’ and the ‘E’ are written on your left cheek. Your mouth represents the ‘O’, and once the realization hits you, you’re filled with shame and disgust. That voice in your mind—still as quiet as ever—hurls insults at you.

“Don’t make that face, baby. Save it for later; we still have lots of nasty things we want to do to you.”

[maireadralph]

Entrapdak Zine 2 - Let’s a Go!

So just like the last Entrapdak Zine issue let’s do another one! 

The deadline for this will be DEC 1st 2021 at 9AM GMT (don’t know when that is in your timezone? Please use this handy dandy online countdown tool  

As it’ll be the holiday season there will be a slightly longer delay in processing the zine this time but I assure you all it will be out as soon as possible and in time for the holidays.

Our basic guidelines are the same as before, with just a few minor updates:

This will be:

A Digital Zine containing content created by the fans for the fans

A 100% Free Zine

Preferred Language is English

You may notice I run this different to other zines as there is no sign up period, just submit work before the deadline - I’d rather people have more time to work on their pieces 

Anyone can submit regardless of age or skill level - this is not a job application - just follow the guidelines and email in your work

Submission can be Fan Writing (poems, fan fiction, character analysis, eassys etc), Fan Art, or even photos of your Entrapdak IRL content (cosplays, fancrafts etc)!  You can submit an older work that you have published online previously if you wish - or even update a work you submitted to the last Zine! Just have fun!

Guidelines applicable to all work:

Content Age Rating:

Like the show this Zine will contain content rated Y7 and PG13 rated - so please no swearing 

There WILL BE NO NSFW or 18+ content - where possible let’s keep this suitable for all ages please

Sub note on character minimum clothing requirements: 

for male presenting characters to be speedos/underpants

for female presenting characters to be a bikini/bra and underpants 

if not sure please use the female presenting criteria

Theme:

Keeping in the spirit of Entrapdak the theme if you wish to use it is:

“Holiday”

This theme is a suggestion and is also flexible enough to be interpreted as Easter, Summer Holidays, Halloween or the Christmas Holiday season! If you’d rather make an Entrapdak piece without this them please feel free to do so. I want you to have fun!

Allowed Characters:

As long as both Entrapta and Hordak are the main focus and the piece follows Age Rating it will be allowed.

Other allowed characters in the Entrapdak family include Emily, Imp and the Clones (also known as Spacebats)…yes weirdly this also  includes Horde Prime.

Other She-Ra characters will be allowed but Entrapdak is to be the core element.

Phew that’s a lotta text sorry about that - now on to the fun stuff! What sort of stuff is allowed?

Sex Swap AU, Species Swap AU, Furry AU, Toony AU, Anime AU, Fankid AU, Coffee Shop AU, married AU, Spacebat AU, just besties AU just to name the few that pop into my head! Oh yeah Canon Lab Partners Entrapdak too…hehe nearly forgot about that one XD. Make something Entrapdak related that’s PG13 rated and have fun!!

Fan Writing guidelines:

This includes fan fiction, analysis eassys, poetry or whatever else you’d like to write about.  I would ask this content to be between 1k-10k words in length, it’s not a big deal if the writing is over 10k or even if it’s 20k - write whatever your story needs. Chapters are totally okay to!

Where possible I’ll place written work on a cream or off-white background but if you’d like me to keep it exactly as you submit it I will respect your wishes.

Fan Art guidelines:

Fan art can include rough sketches, screencap redraws, comics (appox 1-10 length), coloured sketches or full colour pieces. 

Fan art can be in the digital or traditional medium.  

Traditional fan art can either be submitted as a photo or scanned, which ever you prefer.

Preferred sizing for Digital art (different from last time):

My aim to to have everything on A4 paper sizing where possible*

2480px x 3508pm DPI 132 

Portrait layout is preferred**

PNG is preferred but I will understand if you only wish to send a workable JPEG

The aspect ratio (width:height) of A4 paper is 1:1.4142 (1:√2)

Here’s a prepared A4 Canvas PSD File (2480pm x 3508px 300DPI) if you’d like to download it and use it

Notes: 

*Images outside these sizings are still okay but may end up with a white border on the edges due to the PDF publishing settings.  

**Images in the landscape layout will get boarders when posted on a portrait page due to the PDF publishing settings, however I will make some extra pages at the end of the Zine and attempt to turn landscape art into a two page spread.

How to Apply:

Make your content and email it to entrapdakzineisluvd[at]gmail.com by DEC 1st 2021 at 9AM GMT 

Please make sure to include your Social Media contacts and which name or username you wish to be identified by.

I will reply to confirm I have received the content and that’s it I take care of the rest!

FAQs:

Why no Application form?

I don’t want anyone to feel like they are applying for a job here, this is supposed to be fun.

Will there be Guest Artists or Guest Writers?

If they apply sure, I’m not advertising who applies to be a part of this Zine until it’s ready to be published.  I don’t want anyone to feel intimidated just because a certain person has chosen to participate.

Can I submit more than one piece?

If you’d like to certainly!  If you’d like to submit up to three pieces of art and 3 fan writings, sure go for it! I’m certainly not going to stop anyone having a good time

May I post a preview of my work to my Followers?

Sure! Bonus points if you link them to this post so that they can take part if they wish

May I post my work online?

I would ask if you could please wait until the issue featuring your work is published. Of course this does not apply if you are chosen to submit and older work - in this case may I ask that you edit or add to said post to mention the work was also used in the Zine?

Is this only for people with a [insert certain social media account here]?

Nope, this is for anyone who wants to take part.  I only ask for a social media contact so that others who like you work for the Zine may follow you on your preferred social media platform.

I want to submit but I don’t want to share my email address or any identifing information 

Sure I’m happy to offer this solution to anyone who wishes to remain anonymous for whatever reason they don’t need to explain

simply upload work to a file sharing website (Google Drive or Dropbox is preferred) 

Send the link via the Tumblr Anon Ask feature on my Tumblr (this will NOT be published publicly).  

If you feel up to it please state a colour, number and choose to be a Clone or an EKS - this will be your ONLY identifier.  Failure to state any will result in a random combination chosen

Please not I DO NOT KEEP any records of anyone’s email addresses.  When the Zine is out I batch delete all emails sent to the email address and I keep no further records of these address. I respect your email privacy at all times.

Ah I can’t get this done before the deadline - it’s almost ready!!!  I need another day!!!!

Contact me, either through the submitting email over via my Tumblr or Twitter DMs. I might be able to work something out.  I’m here to help, please don’t ever be afraid of me.  Worse comes to worse it’ll just have to go in the next issue…

More Entrapdak Zines??

Sure why not? If the community still wants them I’ll keep compiling them ever three or so months.  I’ve seen what us nerds can do!

Where can I find the finished Zine?

All finished Zines will be hosted on a shared Google Drive link.  Please share it with your other Entrapdak friends when it is ready.