#nick rubbing his feet lol

[sturnioloho]

this is so actually cute

[mintsturniolo]

overheated (m.s)

bf!matt x f!reader x bsf!chris x bsf!nick

a/n: actively working on requests. also this is unedited. i wrote this while waiting for my car to be washed lol. might edit later tho idk

summary: when hiking with the triplets, sofia passes out from the heat

No one was sure why they had chosen to hike in the middle of a heatwave. Getting up the mountain was fine since they’d started early in the morning, but now it had reached midday and the heat was as bad as ever. They were currently sitting in a circle eating some snacks that Matt’s girlfriend Sofia had packed. Chris got to his feet and glanced at the group. “I kind of want to go explore a little bit. Anyone care to join me?”

Nick finished the last of his Dr Pepper and stood up. “I’ll go. Matt? Sofia?”

“I think I’ll stay here,” Sofia replied from where she was sitting and Matt agreed with her.

Nick and Chris left, leaving Matt and Sofia to chat for a while. Matt smiled as his girlfriend rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him. “Hi. Are you feeling okay?” he asked.

Sofia wasn’t usually as clingy as she had been for the past couple of hours, not that Matt minded. “Just a little tired,” Sofia replied.

Matt was quiet as he let Sofia rest in his arms. He loved spending time in nature, and they’d been so busy he hadn’t gotten to do this for a long time. Matt gently ran his fingers over Sofia’s arm as he looked at the view in front of him. “You know what we need to do?” Sofia asked suddenly and Matt glanced down at her.

“Tell me.”

Sofia adjusted herself so that she was looking up at Matt. “A q&a on our relationship. My subscribers requested it a couple videos ago and I wrote it down. I just never got around to telling you.”

A smile crossed Matt’s face as he nodded. “Yeah. We could do it for your next video. It could be our little car video.”

“We haven’t done that in a while,” Sofia said excitedly.

The two became so caught up in future ideas for their channels that they didn’t notice that Nick and Chris had come back. The group chatted for a while before they decided that it was too hot and it would be better to head to a nearby restaurant. By the time they got back into town it would be dinner time, and Chris had a restaurant that he wanted to treat everyone to. Matt reached his hand out and pulled Sofia to her feet. “You’re sure you’re okay?” he asked, still a little concerned.

Sofia nodded, feeling better now that they’d eaten and relaxed for a bit. “Guess I just needed a break.”

As the group headed back down the trail, Sofia was beginning to feel lightheaded again. She knew it was just the heat. It was a known fact that she didn’t handle high temperatures well, but usually staying hydrated worked. The group was chatting excitedly about future youtube videos as they continued their way back to the car. Sofia squeezed her eyes shut as everything seemed to start spinning. They were a little over halfway done before she really needed to stop.

“Can we stop for a second,” Sofia slurred as she doubled over, resting her hands on her knees. “I need a minute.”

“Are you okay?” Chris asked worriedly.

“Here. Have my water,” Nick followed up, handing Sofia his water bottle.

Matt hurried over to Sofia and rubbed her back. “What’s going on my love?” he asked worriedly.

Sofia ran a hand through her hair as she tried held onto Matt’s arm for support. She could hear the brothers trying to talk to her, but everything felt like it was underwater. Everything was spinning and black spots began dancing before her eyes. “Matty, I really don’t feel good,” she murmured, causing Matt to quickly wrap an arm around her waist to hold her steady.

“Okay, let’s get you to that bench over there,” Matt said, pointing a little further down the trail.

When he got no response he looked at his girlfriend to see her eyes start to roll up in her head. “Oh shit!” Chris gasped, as Sofia went limp.

Matt knelt down, gently lowering Sofia onto the ground, relieved that he was able to catch her. Thinking fast, he pulled off his shirt and poured some cold water from his bottle. Nick and Chris did their best to help their brother as he tried to wake Sofia up. It didn’t take long before Sofia let out a soft groan. “Hey. You’re okay,” Matt said softly as his girlfriend’s eyes fluttered open. “Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Head hurts,” Sofia mumbled, still out of it.

“I know,” Matt said gently. “We’re going to get you home.”

Matt lifted Sofia into his arms, making sure to keep his damp shirt across her neck. When they finally made it to the car, Chris kept an arm around Sofia so Matt could get the car keys out of his bag. “I’ll stay in the back with her,” Chris said.

Matt nodded and planted a kiss on Sofia’s cheek. “Let me know if you need anything okay.”

“Hmmmm,” Sofia hummed as Chris helped her into the car.

As they pulled into the driveway several minutes later, Matt glanced in the rearview mirror to see Sofia half asleep. Matt parked in the driveway letting Nick and Chris leave before he went over to Sofia’s side. “Hey my love. We’re home.”

Sofia hummed slightly as she opened her eyes. “M’sorry Matt,” she muttered.

“Why?” Matt asked, helping her out of the car. “You didn’t do anything.”

“I thought I could handle the hike,” Sofia replied.

Matt shook his head as he hugged his girlfriend. “It was super hot today. I’m surprised any of us made it through that hike. Don’t even worry about it," he reassured her. Matt kissed Sofia's cheek as he led her inside. "Let's just take a nap before dinner. Chris might have a fit if we don't go to the place he picked," Matt said jokingly, earning a laugh from Sofia.

Taglist

@adirtylittleheart @sturniolo04 @yourenogoodforme @sturnioloveniamh

[pepsiboyy]

UNSPOKEN BOND.

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: where chris and reader are best friends and chris is in a toxic relationship. when reader is fed up with hearing about his frustrations with his girl, she confesses her undying feelings for him since their childhood. warnings: ANGSTTT (resolved), cursing, screaming and crying, use of y/n lol a/n: i love this. SO MUCH. you guys voted angst on the poll <3 enjoy, reblog + comment <33 wc: 3.4k+

"are you even listening to me?" chris's finger stabbed at my shoulder, and i sighed deeply as i dramatically picked up the remote and paused wall-e on the tv.

"no, chris, i'm trying to watch the movie we agreed to watch tonight." i mumbled and smiled softly at the puzzled expression on chris's face. i leaned over and fixed the loose strands.

all i knew was that chris kept yapping about his girlfriend of about six months now that i dreaded hearing about. she was emotionally draining, to say the least. and if she was for me, i couldn't even begin to imagine how she was with chris.

i had been best friends with chris since about kindergarten.

"hey!"

my head turned as i desperately tried to wipe the sand from my eyes, my tears having a hard time escaping.

the girl who had pushed me to the ground had stepped away.

"jus' cus you're a girl don't mean i won't kick ya!" the boy shouted, stepping closer which made the girl take a few steps back and run in the other direction.

i slowly opened my eyes to the boy, my eyes red as i sniffled and rubbed my elbow that had been scraped.

"you got sand in your eyes?" the boy asked as he kneeled down and brushed some hair from my eyes and behind my ear.

i nodded softly and looked at him for a moment.

"i'm chris." he gave me a dopey, toothy grin and held out his little hand. "what's yours?"

i took in a breath and held out my hand as well, gently placing it in his to shake. "i- it's y/n." i smiled.

chris shot me a smile that i could read through his bright blue eyes as well, but we both quickly whipped our heads around when a teacher was calling out his name, the little girl from before following behind with her arms crossed. "crap," chris mumbled with a deep sigh as he pulled his hands away and stood to his feet.

"christopher, what do you think you're doing, threatening to kick girls?"

"but!!" chris quickly defended.

i watched as he left and smiled to myself, standing up and brushing off my butt from the dirt.

chris always looked out for me ever since. and his brothers did the same as soon as i met them.

around sixth grade, i admitted to myself that i had feelings for chris. it was something i always kept to myself, something i never really spoke on.

something i did tell his triplet brother, nick one day by accident, but played it off as a joke because i didn't know how he felt about it.

"you know, y/n, you and chris bicker about as much as him and i do. it's hilarious."

i smiled at nick and shrugged as i took a sip of my pepsi. "well, i don't know," i mumbled as i set the soda down, "maybe it's just all the time we've spent together."

"or maybe it's because you have a big fat crush on him," nick joked, smiling as he wriggled his eyebrows and nudged my shoulder with his own.

i chuckled and shrugged softly, leaning back and sighing. "well, maybe i do." i admitted and smiled.

nick's entire expression dropped. "wait, excuse me?"

i quickly sat up and waved my hands. "no no, i was joking." i smiled nervously, causing nick to stare at me.

"that tone of yours was... pretty convincing-"

"pfft, me?" i started as i rubbed the back of my head and stared at nick. "as if i could have a crush on chris, that's.. that's insane."

nick stared at me, dumbfounded. "right. you had me there, i guess."

"anyways, what's with you and that one guy in our class?" i questioned, quickly changing the subject.

ever since then i kept it to myself.

the undying fear of rejection and ruining what him and i have - that was enough for me to try and move on.

but i couldn't.

chris and i had reached our senior year of high school, and he was now dating this girl that i watched rip the smile from his expression.

that adorable, dopey smile that made his eyes squint, taking his vision away temporarily.

it tore me apart, watching chris constantly stress about this girl for six months now.

now, i had my fair share of relationships through junior high and high school to try and get over chris. nothing serious, because i couldn't seem to feel anything for any of these people.

it was hard. having a crush on your best friend.

knowing that everything you did together was strictly platonic, and it would always be that way.

the credits began to roll on wall-e, and i let out a strangled yawn with a big stretch.

"alright, i'm gonna head home for the night." chris mumbled, eyes glued to his phone as he stood to his feet.

i stared at him and sighed, nodding. "good seeing you, chris. let's hang out tomorrow?"

chris didn't respond, and instead slipped on his shoes to head out.

as the door shut, i sighed deeply and pressed my face to my palms.

chris was never allowed to spend the night anymore since his new girlfriend. which, i suppose i would feel the same. but it still stung, having some of your greatest memories with one another being ripped away from you both.

"that fuckin' hurts!!"

chris yelled with a soft giggle, his eyes squinting as he groaned dramatically.

"come on chris, it isn't that bad!"

you smiled as your fingers attempted desperately to peel at the rubbery face mask that had stuck to chris's skin.

"it's pulling my sideburns!"

"man up!"

you smiled as you adjusted the band that held up his curly bangs from his forehead before continuing.

you had finally convinced chris to let you do his skincare. you had always wanted to, and it shocked you when he finally said you could.

"fine, but just this once."

hell, i was in love with chris. i was in love with the way his teeth had a small gap in the front, i was in love with the way his eyes creased each time he smiled, i was in love with the way he would hold me each time i was heart broken and i was in love with the way my name fell from his lips each time we saw each other.

"y/n!"

he wrapped his arms tightly around my shoulders as he tugged me into his chest, his nose burying into my hair.

"chris, i saw you yesterday," i chuckled as i hugged his waist.

"i just missed you so much."

i tensed up as i felt a tear roll down my cheek.

this wasn't uncommon, the feeling of guilt and jealousy that washed over me as i reminisced on what we once had. but now.. now it was all about his girl who he liked.

the girl who "stole his heart" he says.

the one who finally made him think, maybe relationships aren't so bad.

but she was singlehandedly ruining him, and i had to watch it happen. i tried to give him the warning, and he didn't really have a valid response.

"what did you think of her?"

chris asked as he removed his jacket and hung it up on the coatrack by the door.

i shrugged as i slumped against the couch and sighed, playing with my fingers.

"y/n?" chris sat beside me and blinked a few times. "you okay?"

"i don't like her, chris."

chris furrowed his eyebrows as he looked me up and down a few times, his expression now puzzled. "what do you mean?"

i sighed as i sat up and looked at chris. "let me get this straight, chris. she tells me she hates my outfit and good thing she doesn't shop where i do, and that at least her clothes flatter her body. she asks me if i had just gotten out of bed and if i'm a hermit, and how you could know someone like me." i stated firmly. chris swallowed. "and you didn't say a word to defend me."

"she was joking, y/n-"

"chris, if i were dating someone and he said even the slightest disrespectful joke to you, i would turn it down immediately. you realize that?" i stared at him in disbelief.

chris nodded softly as he looked down. "i understand. i'm sorry. i won't let it happen again."

that was about a month into their relationship.

i sighed as i closed my eyes and laid down, my eyes closing after i had finished crying.

my phone ringing woke me up at about 1pm.

with my hair in every direction and my eyes lidded, i groggily reached over to grab my phone and read the caller id.

chris🧸

i sighed and pressed the green answer button, pulling the phone to my ear. "hello?" i mumbled, my voice scratchy and deeper as i had yet to speak this morning.

"y/n? are you just waking up?"

i sighed as i sat up and rubbed my forehead. "yeah, doesn't matter. what's up?"

"yeah, sorry. umm. could you come over? i'm kind of.."

i let out a deep sigh as i stood up and threw on a hoodie and sweatpants. "yeah, i'll be right there. is it your dumbass girlfriend again?"

"y/n, i told you not to call her that."

"yeah yeah," i sighed as i headed straight for my door, getting in my car.

matt, chris's other triplet brother was the one to open the door for me. i smiled softly at him, and matt gave me a sad smile as he opened the door wider for me to enter. "good to see you, y/n. i feel like you never come over anymore." matt mumbled.

i gave him a soft nod and a quick side hug after he shut the front door and locked it.

matt returned upstairs to nick's room, i assumed he was helping nick pick out outfits for his next instagram post.

i looked to see chris sitting in the kitchen, his hands in his hair as he kept his elbows against the wooden kitchen table.

i sighed as i walked towards him and set a gentle hand on his shoulder. his breathing was shaky, uneven. "what's wrong, chris?"

"i- i just don't get it.. she's always accusing me of being dishonest, y/n. she thinks i'm hiding stuff from her just because i hang out with you.." chris mumbled as he looked up at me, his eyes puffy and his cheeks stained.

i sighed as i stared at him in disbelief. normally, i would soften up and tell him it isn't his fault. "so did you forget to tell her we were hanging out, or did she just think it was a huge deal?"

"well i- i forgot to tell her but i didn't think it was a big deal!"

"god, chris!" i slammed my hand to my forehead. "isn't her biggest issue with your relationship hanging out with me?" i sighed as i looked at him and quickly shook my head. "she's just overreacting, chris. like she always is."

chris stared at me for a few moments before running a hand through his hair and sighing deeply. "maybe she has a point, i'm just sick of having these fights with her."

i was fed up. it was the same thing every fucking time with these two. and i've had enough of watching my best friend get hurt.

"maybe the problem isn't just her, chris." i stated as i took a deep breath, my expression now one of anger. "maybe the problem is that you aren't seeing what's right in front of you."

chris cocked an eyebrow as he looked up at me. "what..?"

i took a deep breath as i stared at chris and took a step back. "i'm talking about me, chris. about us. ever since you helped me out of that stupid sandbox, we have been attached by the hip." i clenched my fists as i stared at him. "we were inseparable, you were my top priority, and i was yours. but now.. now you have this bitch of a girlfriend who is just ruining you! ruining us!"

chris flinched at my language, but quickly stood up. "don't call her that," he quickly stated, but i cut him off.

"no, chris. she had never liked me. i have never liked her. i'm sick of her!" i felt my face grow hot, my eyes begin to water. "chris, you silence me every time, but you don't see what i see! she's fucking ruining you. every day, i watch your smile die and your emotions crumble!"

i saw chris's eyes avert to the stairs, where i assumed nick and matt stood as they had definitely heard the shouting from nick's room.

"chris, i've been here since day one. our chemistry is unbreakable. or it was. until she came along." i stared at chris, who was now taking steps towards me.

"y/n, please don't cry-" he reached forward to pull me into an embrace, but i quickly stepped back.

"no, chris. i will cry. because i've been hopelessly in love with you for years and years now. and you have yet to see it, or do anything to defend it. and that's okay." i smiled sadly at chris, who stood in shock. "i always thought that i feared rejection or losing you. but with her in your life.. you've already left." i smiled sadly at chris.

chris stood still, his eyes glued to me. he had nothing to say. and that was fine.

i sighed and looked down, rubbing my eyes. "forget it." i mumbled as i turned on my heel, meeting eyes with nick and matt.

they both shared the same sad expression as they watched me.

i shot them a soft, sad smile before heading to the door and leaving, shutting it behind me.

four days. it had been four days since the incident.

i hadn't heard from chris at all, and i didn't expect to. i did hear from nick and matt a bit, both of them reaching out to ask how i'm doing. nick asked a few more times than matt did, offering to bring me food. i politely declined, but thanked him nonetheless.

i was bedridden the last few days. my eyes glued to the ceiling, prominent dark circles beneath them. my hands continued to pick at the skin on the edges of my nails, something chris would always stop me from doing.

"hey, why are you doing that?"

i turned to chris, who had an arm around my shoulders and a faint smile on his face. his hand reached to pull my hands apart.

"you're tampering with your pretty fingers, y/n. pick at mine instead."

he would offer, but i would tell him no after a soft laugh.

i turned to my window and frowned at the soft pitter patter that clashed with the glass, my chest rising a bit more in a deep breath before i sat up.

i went to my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

i'm a fucking wreck.

i think i'd rather crawl into a hidey hole and never leave than have the public eye see me like this.

i ran the water in the sink and let my hand run beneath it before allowing my fingers to glide through my hair, gently brushing through it with my fingers.

i then went to my kitchen to find something to eat, but narrowed my eyes when seeing nothing but yogurts and an apple sitting inside.

with a deep sigh, i took a yogurt and peeled it opened, digging through the drawer to grab a spoon.

i laid against the couch and sighed as i stared at the ceiling, mindlessly eating yogurt.

strawberry flavored yogurt.

"why is this one green?"

i giggled as i held up the green strawberry to chris's face, biting my lip to suppress a laugh. "it's almost as big as your nose."

"hey!" chris clasped his hands over his nose, his face growing red. "don't even say that," he giggled as he flicked my forehead.

"ow! what'd you flick me for!"

chris simply let out a cheeky giggle and began running in the opposite direction, shamelessly apologizing to the few people he had bumped into.

i smiled at him from afar, admiring the way his silky hair bounced with each stride he took away from me before continuing to pick at the strawberries.

ding dong.

my body jolted at the loud sound as i lifted my head and sighed loudly. "coming!!" i yelled, wrapping a blanket around my pajamas and fixing my hair as i went to the door and turned the handle, opening it quickly. "hello?"

my eyes widened and my face fell.

christopher sturniolo, standing at my doorstep with soaking wet hair and shaky breaths, his hands grasping his belongings that were slightly dampened from the rain.

"chris? what are you doing here?" i asked, my voice just above a whisper.

"please, can we please talk?" chris asked, his voice sounding just as broken as mine.

i pulled the door opened further and let him in, mentally thanking him for stomping his shoes on the mat outside before trailing his feet indoors.

"take a seat, do you want a towel?" i asked him, carefully stepping inside and looking at him.

chris shot me a soft smile and nodded. "that'd be awesome, actually.. thanks.." he mumbled, standing awkwardly beside the couch. he didn't want to get it wet.

i ran to the hallway closet and grabbed a towel, smiling softly as i handed it back to him.

he thanked me and pulled it onto his head, drying his hair and face with a soft sigh.

we stood awkwardly for a few moments before we each spoke up.

"chris-"

"y/n-"

we both chuckled.

chris stared at me with a look i hadn't really seen before. well, not in a while.

"i broke up with her." chris stated.

i blinked a few times as i looked at him, slightly confused. "what? how come?"

chris stared at me, dumbfounded. "you were absolutely right. and i don't know why i let her stick around for so long." chris whispered.

i nodded as i stared as him, gently taking a seat beside him on the couch.

"what you said to me the other day, i-"

"it's okay if you don't feel the same chris." i gently set a hand on his shoulder.

"i just- i got frustrated, i accidentally opened up to something i shouldn't have, and i just don't want to ruin our friendship or what we have, or upset you, but if you don't feel the same, it's okay, i just-"

i rambled. and i was cut off.

by the feeling of chris's lips against mine.

the most gentle kiss known to man, his hand against my jaw as he closed his eyes. his bangs tickled the bridge of my nose as he tilted his head and pulled away.

"and i thought i talked too much," chris whispered, his face a bright shade of red as he smiled at me.

i stared at him in shock. "chris-"

"i'm sorry i was too stupid to realize that you've been the one for me since that day in kindergarten when that bitch shoved you in the sand."

i chuckled and gently pulled him into a tight hug, my eyes closing.

"thank you so much, chris.." i whispered.

chris hugged me back, his arms wrapping around my waist. "what're you thankin' me for?" he questioned, his hand gently rubbing my back.

i sighed and took in his scent, nuzzling into him and letting out a deep sigh.

"just... for bein' here. and the best."

chris chuckled softly against my shoulder and rubbed my back.

"thank you, y/n." chris whispered as he pulled away.

i looked at him and gently stroked his cheek. "what for?"

"for helping me realize that i've been missing out." chris whispered, pressing his forehead to mine and closing his eyes.

i smiled and sighed softly.

for years and years, chris and i had an unspoken bond. but it was spoken of as soon as it began to fade away. and now i think that bond will remain stronger than it ever was.

taglist;; @sturnioloshacker @nickgetsmewetter (will add more once my poll finishes T_T)

[threadsun]

Anonymous Asks: "If ya get the time for it, I really wanna see some pet play stuff with the SDJ boys. More specifically, with us being the pet and the guys being the masters.

(Also, due to Nick's profession, I feel like he'd be WAY better at this than anyone lol)"

Content: petplay, tail plugs, gags,

Jack:

He doesn't have an animal preference, but he will default to you being a dog if it's left up to him

He wants you done up all cute, with ears and a tail plug and everything! He wants the fur to match your hair colour as well, so you look like a proper little puppy for him

He'll have you sit by his feet with your head in his lap, petting you slowly while he tells you all the dirty things he wants to do to you

He'll ramp it up slowly, first a collar and a bone gag, then telling you to fetch things or lay down or roll over, and finally fucking you doggy style as he pulls your tail to hear you howl for him

You'd better not be planning to say a word to him all night. Good puppies don't talk, after all! He'll only respond to barking~

Ian:

Doesn't matter what animal you are, he's treating you like you're the softest and most delicate thing in the world

He won't even think to collar you unless you ask. But he'll spend plenty on high quality ears and a tail for you! Even some cute little paw gloves and socks if you want

If you do want a collar, it'll end up being soft and comfortable and have a little tag with his name on it

Honestly, as much as he'll get horny and fuck you when you're in pet mode, he'll always want to start with cuddles and snuggles. He just wants a loving pet!

He usually goes into it intending for it to be nonsexual petplay, but his dick gets the better of him every time

Shaun:

Please be a cat please be a cat please be a cat! He'll accept any animal, but god does he want you to be a cat

If you're going into pet play with him, you'd best be ready for him to go all the way. A leather animal mask, leather mitts, tying your ankles to your thighs. You'll be on all fours the whole night

Look, he'll go soft petplay if you ask him to, but for him the appeal is making you as animalistic as possible

He'll have you eat from his hand. He'll talk to you like you're really just a pet. He'll show you how to go down on him or get ready for him to fuck you like it's your first time

He gets fully into the role of being your owner. You're his pet, and he'll love you and use you as he sees fit

Nick:

He's pretty experienced with petplay, and he doesn't really have an animal preference, though he likes rarer ones

He's all about the experience. Both making it a good one for both of you, and making it an interesting one for himself. He likes trying new things, so ask him for whatever you want

Everything takes a lot of negotiation with him. It's one of his favourite parts of sex! So be prepared to tell him what you want

You want a collar? He's got it! Ears and a tail? Check! Leash? Absolutely! Seriously, anything you could possibly want to use, he's got about ten of for you to choose from

Once you're actually in the scene, he's fully into the role of your owner and you as his pet

Joseph:

Joseph has a soft spot for puppies. He'll do petplay with you as any animal, of course, but puppies are his choice

He likes the way you look so happy just to be with him! The way you come to him when he pats his knees and the way you wiggle on your back when he rubs your belly

Seriously, the unconditional love and joy of a pet is something he desperately needs, so he cherishes it

He'll fuck you if that's what you want, but honestly he's just as happy to sit with you on the couch and cuddle while you're in petspace. It's soothing for him

If you do want him to fuck you, he'll be gentle and slow about it, making sure his sweet pet is happy~

Jean:

He may be soft with his actual pet, but he's not gonna be soft with you, no matter what animal you are

Seriously, he takes great delight in punishing you for everything. From trying to sit on the furniture to talking back to him to anything else he deems "unacceptable for a pet"

He'll impose harsh rules on you and any slight deviance from those rules will have him spanking your ass raw

He loves to fuck you right after a punishment when you're physically and emotionally bruised and off-balance. He'll tell you what a bad pet you are while pounding into you

He lives for the psychological and physical sadism of being your owner. You'd better be prepared...

Rory:

Any sort of pet is good for him! He's not very high energy, though, so don't expect him to do much active playing

More than anything, he wants a sweet pet who'll curl up with him and shyly grind against him because they're just so needy, and he can urge them under the covers

His favourite thing is watching his sweet little pet go down on him. Something about it drives him wild

Whenever he doesn't need his hands for anything else, he'll pet you. He loves petting you and praising you and letting you know you're the best thing he could ever have!

Seriously, he's horny and sweet with you the whole time! He loves you and wants you so much

Barry:

It doesn't matter if you're into petplay or not, Barry will eventually decide to turn you into his cow

You don't have a choice in the matter. He's getting you cow print lingerie, a cow bell, some ears and a tail. If it goes far enough, he'll even end up branding you

This is happening during work hours, as well. It's your new uniform, have fun! You're now required to moo in greeting too

Seriously, he gets such a kick out of your discomfort. He'll strap you up to a milking machine, put you on display, and charge people to fuck you if he can get away with it

He might branch out to other animals, but cow is generally his go-to because it's so humiliating for most people

[pastryiee]

everything shower !

Hi! My name is Kia.. and here’s how to take a proper everything shower, obviously you don’t have to take everything showers to be clean or anything, I personally just like to do them to feel fresh and like a new person!

Now lets begin! An everything shower starts outside the shower, so apply some hair oil, any that you like! For low porosity hair I suggest argon oil or rosemary oil! Now for high porosity hair I suggest coconut oil and castor oil! Make sure to apply it evenly and only to your ends, you can even do a scalp treatment! Personally I like to use glycolic acid on my scalp for build up once a week! Now while that sits for an hour I like to throw my sheets into the washer and clean my room up a bit, or you can workout, or do your homework! ofc you don’t have to do that if you don’t wanna!! Now I’m gonna type out the actual steps to an everything shower!

Step 1: getting into the shower, make sure your water is currently lukewarm, now you're gonna turn off the hot water and quickly turn around and wet your hair, make sure your entire scalp is throughly wet as well as your ends. Now you can turn the water off (we're doing this to save money cuz this routine is over an hour long yay!! lol!) now apply a good size amount of shampoo to your palm, and mix for at least 15 seconds. Now apply it to your scalp, this is our first shampoo out of three, you should massage it in for at least one short song, then turn the water back on and rinse, now you're gonna add a little more shampoo. Rub it into your hands for 15 seconds and evenly apply to your scalp. This time you're gonna shampoo for two songs of your choice. Now repeat that shampoo more time after rinsing. Your scalp should have a squeaky sound after you're done throughly rinsing it out!

Step 2: slightly dry your hair with a towel and apply your hair mask, evenly then detangle!! Now clip your hair up.. and then get your loofah wet it, and apply soap of your choice! Unscented soap btw! And scrub adub everywhere, including.. behind your ears, belly button, FEET!!!! Armpits, your back, privates, legs, arms. Torso, behind your neck, everywhere. Then rinse, now get an exfoliating cloth and a soap for bumpy skin(if you have bumpy skin) and scrub in the same places as the loofah! The exfoliating cloth is optional!!

Step 3: rinse out your hairmask with cold water, then after this slightly dry your hair and apply your conditioner to your ends and clip. Now get an exfoliating scrub and apply it all over except your privates. And when I say all over.. I mean all over. Your back, legs, Arms, armpits, torso, Feet, lower back and hands! Rub it into your skin in a circular motion, Now here’s a pro tip from me! Let your body scrub melt a little on your body and apply shaving cream.. youre basically getting a shaving oil from the melted scrub! Gives the smoothest nicest shave ever! Now to shave be really gentle and careful, glide your razor over your legs/arms not applying a lot of pressure to prevent nicks and razor burn, go over the same spot twice, and go against the growth of hair! And continue that shaving routine wherever you need it! Now that you’re done shaving rinse out your conditioner with cold water and wash your body with a bodywash of your choice! And now.. turn off the water and you’re done with the shower part!

Step 4: clip your hair up after squeezing out excess water,now apply body oil before your skin drys! After that apply your favorite body lotion, and now some perfume and body mist on these key points; Behind your neck, your wrists, neck, behind your ankles and knees. And now get changed! After this do your regular haircare and skincare routine! Andddd.. that’s all!!<33

[mega-ringsandthings-world]

I'm really curious design-wise about scars when it comes to the boys? Mostly because when I draw them, I want them to look like they do in your head.

I'm assuming a few, for the loguetown years though probably not a lot, on the face, due to propaganda reasons, but the less visible places must be free game.

I'm thinking of a scene we've talked about, 'wink,' where Mihawk gets scars all over his back. He must be disgusted by them, probably takes steps to not look at them whenever he's near a mirror after a bath or a shower or changing. After all, wounds on a swordsman's back are their greatest shame. His hands and arms also must be full of nicks and slashes from where they punished him to scare him about losing his hands.

Not just those; he must hate the scarring in general, seeing it as a point toward his weakness. Because a reason I see why canon Mihawk goes tits out half the time is to show off the fact that he barely has any scars—to say, "I'm the strongest, and I got here without barely ruffle. And all the years I’ve lived at the top I’ve been here without a scratch.” They only time I can see him getting a scar with out complaining is if its for Shanks.

But Shanks, maybe scars near his mouth and along his cheekbones, maybe a broken nose or two from the number of times he got punched in the face until they needed him in front of a camera. Maybe his feet and legs are scarred to try and keep him from running away? Both their wrists must have weird scarring from rubbing them raw with their bounds. Maybe even their necks have scars too.

That doesn't even account for the amount of scarring they must accumulate on their escape, as well as those years of speed running to get powerful. Like I just realized Mihawk must be absolutely pissed that he'll have to retrain everything from the ground up to get back to where he was sword-wise, same with Shanks, and they'll need to do it fast, so not a lot of time to take their time and be careful. Probably why canon Mihawk and Shanks don't have as many scars. They weren't and aren't speed running for power.

Not to mention the boys are taking on the World Government full-on head-to-head. They have a lot stronger and deadlier opponents, while being a lot weaker and more desperate—both are suicidally scared of losing each other and protective enough to burn the world down in that pursuit. So their faces most likely get a little more beat up after loguetown.

What do you think of Shanks having the same three-line scars over his eyes but longer, starting on his temple and curving down to his cheekbone? It's a little more jagged, a little less even. The last concept sketch I sent should have it if you want an example. I'm surprised Blackbeard is still alive in this AU after he did that to Shanks. This version of Mihawk would have at least tried to rip him into pieces with his bare hands and put his had on a spike as a warning.

Let's break it down, lol. I figure on them having permanent scars each that they'll carry the rest of their life, and secondary scars that eventually heal over almost all the way. And yeah. Propaganda purposes would mean their faces are relatively untouched, and the scarring kept to easily concealed places while they are in captivity. So, they get half their permanent scars in Loguetown, the other half in their escape, and the rest are secondary scars, that halfway disfigure them but clear up by and by. So, ideas. For Shanks' secondary scars, Armament Haki burn scars. On the side of the face, neck, clavicle, ribs, hip, and the backs of both hands/down the forearms. A result of Mihawk misusing his Armament Haki to protect Shanks, he used it with such force/will that the Haki's signature black color is imprinted on Shank's skin. It fades away to nothing as time passes, but is very distinctive while it lasts. Then there's the ringing from manacles on his wrists/ankles/neck, patches of scarred skin on shoulders/sides. For permanent scarring, the crooked nose from him getting it broken over and over, (love that in a character) a downturned scar along his cheekbone that mimics Luffy's (inspires Luffy's) that he hides with his hair, the nicks along the corner of his lips. A lopsided scar between the shoulder blades. There's a stab scar on his stomach, from Mihawk. And he has thin scars on his palms, from one side to the other. Speaking of which, let's talk about Mihawk. He'd have the same set of secondary scars as Shanks, wrists/ankles/neck, skin scraped off at the shoulders/side, various abrasions/missing patches on his hands, arms, legs. For permanent scars, there's a long raised scar on his right leg from ankle to knee, from the escape, and he has stigmata-like scars on the center of his palms and the backs of his hands. He has a scar shaped roughly like a asymmetrical cross on his chest, and when he goes shirtless and the scar frames his kogatana, the effect is something. Then he has a cut eyebrow, a scar down the side of his face, later concealed by his sideburns. Permanent burns on his knuckles. And a scar that stretches from the top of the hipbone to hipbone. And last but not least, the scars on his back, which everything else pales in comparison too. While he works the rest of the scars into aesthetic and presentation as he grows, the back scars will always be hated. It only reinforces his position about them being a swordsman's greatest shame. Canon Mihawk is flawless, metaphorically and literally, and he knows it. Thus tits out at all times. AU Mihawk has to decide to present his scars as proof of what he had survived, rather than make a show what he never did. The opposite of canon Mihawk. Oh yes. When they train/spar, it's going to be fast, furious, with the goal to push eaach other to the limit and then over the edge. They always come off of bloody and covered in kisses from each other's blades. And then when they take on enemies, marine fleets, other pirates, they wreck themselves over and over. Canon Mihawk and Shanks were never tortured for two and a half years at the behest of the World Government with all the ensuing mind-fuck that follows, so they never extend themselves past neatly finishing the job. AU Mihawk and Shanks want to be hurt and hurt ten times more in return. I love the idea/look of Shanks' enhanced scars! It makes sense for him to be given more severe scarring, in lieu how he fights in this AU. The reason Blackbeard wasn't hanged, drawn and quartered on the spot was because Mihawk wasn't physically around at the time to do so. Rest assured, this means nothing good for Blackbeard in the future.

[vashslastdonut]

trigun fanfiction ~ female reader ~ kind of reader/vash but also kinda reader/nick ~ cw/tw: light violence + blood from being punched lol

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He’s standing outside the door, running a hand back through his hair, feeling the back of his neck. His fingers are fast and nervous.

He raises a fist to the door and hesitates.

He can hear inside: laughter, voices; children running and playing.

His kids. His kids.

He rests his fist against the door, trying to steady his breathing.

(It’s been two years. He’s spent every night in a feverish repeat of the same dream: his children, his wife, pressed into his arms.)

He stares at the door.

Oh, she’ll hate him. She’ll hate him.

He hates himself.

You did it for her, he reminds himself, for her safety, for her and the kids.

The kids.

It had taken some time, but he finally resigned himself to the thought that he’d never actually get to see them again. That maybe, maybe, he’d bump into one of them on some city street someday, only half-recognizing the cut of their face, and that would be the last time he’d ever see any of them.

It was an impossible stroke of dumb luck that he was safe enough to be standing here now.

If you don’t knock now, he told himself, you’ll never get up the nerve, you’ll stand here forever.

He knocked.

“I’ll get it,” he heard from inside - her voice, her voice - and the footsteps come up to the door.

He stands very still. His muscles tense - his hair stands on edge -

and nothing happens. The door stays shut.

The kids go quiet.

He can hear voices now - quiet, whispering. It sounds like she’s crying.

Of course she’s crying. He flexes his fingers. He was gone for two years. He hasn’t even met their youngest child.

“I’ll get it,” a gruff voice says. He barely has time to register it before the lock clicks open and Nick slides out, keeping himself tight against the door and the doorframe.

He closes the door behind him and leans against it. Lights a cigarette.

Vash stares at him.

Nick stares past him.

“What the heck, Spikey?” he says softly, exhaling a steady cloud of smoke.

Vash spreads his hands. “I’m back.”

“Yes. Yes, you are.”

“So. How’ve you been?” he asks awkwardly.

Nick shrugs. “Pretty good. You?”

“I’ve been alright.”

They stand in silence for a moment.

“I didn’t think you were Ever coming back,” Nick says. He exhales again.

“Me neither,” says Vash, quietly.

“You really hurt her,” Nick says. His tone darkens, just a bit.

Vash’s face droops. “I know.”

“You left her with a lot of kids to take care of. All by herself.”

“I know. Yeah, I know.”

Nick takes a long inhale. Lets it out. The air clouds in front of his face.

“How are the kids?” Vash asks. His cheeks are red, his heart hammering.

Nick stares at him.

“They’re good,” he says.

Vash shuffles his feet and asks the question that’s been bugging him for the past two years. “Do they… remember me?”

Nick smirks behind his cigarette.

“No offense, Vash,” he says, “but you were gone for two years.”

Two years. Two years.

He’s never even met his youngest.

He hesitates, hovers - will Nick even let him inside? Will Nick even let him see the kids?

Well, it’s not up to Nick.

His palms sweat.

“How is she?” he asks, quietly, his head dipping down.

“She’s good,” Nick says.

They stand in silence. Nick smokes.

Vash rubs at the back of his head.

“Can I - see her? Can I see… them?"

And he shouldn’t be asking Nick that, of all people. What say does Nick have over it?

But he remembers - he entrusted his family to his friends. To Nick, Meryl, Milly. Of course Nick would be protective. Especially since he did leave like that - hurt his family like that. Of course Nick would be protective.

Nick stares at him.

“Let me check,” he says, and slips back inside.

Vash waits.

(She's just behind the door, her eyes wide, her breath ragged. Nick grabs her shaky hands.

“You good?” he whispers.

She breathes and nods. He presses her hands to his lips.

“He wants to see you,” he whispers.

She breathes and presses her face into his neck, wrapping her arms around his back. He hugs her, kisses the top of her head.

“He’ll know,” she sobs. “He’ll know.”

“Yeah. He’ll know. But - but he has to know, eventually.”

She shoves her face deeper into his neck.

“I wish he WAS dead,” she hisses, and Nick taps the back of her neck.

“No, don’t say that,” he murmurs.

She pulls her face out of his neck.

“Let him in,” she decides. “I’ll get the kids.”

Nick watches her walk towards the bedrooms, a deep sway in her heavily-laden frame.

He sighs and swings open the door.)

“Come in.”

Vash steps inside, slowly, gratefully, ducking his head at the doorway. His boots clonk on the hardwood floor. He looks out of his element.

There’s a small commotion as the children come out of their rooms. Five of them, varying heights, all with the same blonde hair.

They bounce and ripple and stare up at Vash, their eyes wide.

Vash drops to his knees.

He recognizes each of them, their names, their faces - they’re so big now, so grown - but the smallest one has an unfamiliar face. The baby he never met.

He’s on his knees.

The eldest two, the twins, are eight years old now; they were six when he last saw them. Surely they remember him? But there’s only a dim flicker of recognition in their eyes.

The others, concerned, gather around the adults’ legs: some to Nick, some to -

some to her.

He freezes. He can see her legs.

Looks up, up, his eyes traveling up to her face. She’s looking at him.

He chokes out her name, jumping to his feet. He grabs for her without even thinking, his gloves rough on her cheeks. "My love -"

Her eyes shimmer and shine, the tears big and unshed.

“Hi, Vash,” she whispers.

He folds her in his arms - tries to - and she squirms away.

She squirms away.

He stares at her, horrified, and she nods at the children.

He understands. He kneels down again.

“Hey,” he whispers. His head feels light. “Hey. Hi, do you remember me?” He can still feel their warm bodies in his arms. He can still feel them grabbing at his fingers.

The twins glance at each other - they do remember him, but the memories are hazy - but the other children press tighter against her and Nick, confused.

Nick points to him.

“Kids, look,” he says. “It’s Vash the Stampede.”

They gasp.

The braver ones move forward, fascinated; the more timid ones stay tight against the safe zone.

“Vash the Stampede?” one says, reaching out to feel his hair. “Like from the posters!”

“Yes. Like from the posters.”

He’s containing himself as best he can, feeling her little hand pat his head. He wants to scream, cry, vomit, pass out.

He glances over at Nick, who has a hand on each of the twins’ heads.

“Do you remember me?” he asks them directly, hopefully.

“A little bit,” says one of them. He picks at the hem of Nick’s jacket.

Vash gives a big smile. “Well, that’s good news! Glad to hear I’m not completely forgotten around here!”

The room is silent. The kids stare.

“Who is that?” one kid whispers.

“Your dad,” she tells them, quietly.

Their eyes go wide. “Dad? But - but Dad is right there?”

“Common misunderstanding!” Vash cuts in. “I’m actually your real dad!!”

The child’s eyes are huge. They wrap themself around her leg.

“Mommy?” they blurble. “Is Daddy -”

“Shh.” She picks them up and rocks them back and forth, gently. “Shh.”

Vash has been dreaming and dreaming and dreaming of this. Of his kids running happily into his arms. Of his wife pressing herself to him, warm and happy.

He glances to the twins again, desperately. They just stare right past him.

Vash stands up.

He leans towards Nick.

“Nick?” he says, quietly. “What have you told these kids about me?”

Nick doesn’t break his gaze.

“The truth,” he says.

“And that excludes that I’m their dad?”

“Kids,” she says, quickly. “Time for bed. Come on. Let’s go. Time for bed.”

She herds the kids into their rooms as Vash breathes hard and Nick lights another cigarette.

He’s cut back on smoking, so so much, ever since he became a dad. He must be really stressed now. She tries to catch his eye as she hurries back.

“After everything,” Vash is saying, “you try to take my kids from me? You tell them about me, but not who I am?”

“Vash,” she says, her voice finally steady, “it was for their own protection. I know you understand that. The less tied they are to Vash the Stampede, the better.”

“They’re scared of me!”

“With good reason!”

He’s open-mouthed at that, staring slack-jawed and wordless. “Excuse me?!”

Nick cuts in.

“Vash, I’m sorry. But. you did leave for two years.”

“Barely even a note,” she adds. “I thought you were never coming back. I thought you were dead or something, eventually. Obviously not wanting to be a part of their lives. So, why bother keeping your memory alive in them?”

Vash turns three shades of red and sputters for speech.

“That,” he says, finally, “is the most hateful, hurtful thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Well! It’s the TRUTH. Five kids, Vash, without a word of warning.”

“I know you read my letter - I had to. Oh, I wanted to stay more than anything, but -”

“You can’t even make excuses for this! ‘I did it all to protect you’ - we were FINE before! All you did was break my heart, Vash! All you did was leave me alone.”

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Five kids,” she says again.

She sways a bit, and sits down heavily. Her robe shifts a bit.

Her hands brush over the bulge in her stomach, tugging the fabric back over herself, but it's too late. Vash sees.

His forehead folds as his brain rushes -

“No,” he says.

He looks over at Nick. Nick is lighting another cigarette, his eyes on the ground.

“Two years, Spikey,” he says.

Vash is breathing hard, breathing hard - and his children are afraid of him and his wife won’t touch him and -

“How could you,” he breathes, and before he knows it, his metallic fist has made contact with Nick’s face, slamming him back against the wall.

“How could you?!” he shouts, his vision flashing red, his heartrate spiked. “How could you BETRAY me like this?! I left my family with you because I trusted you -”

“Nick!” she screams, rushing towards him and catching him as he slumps.

“I’m okay,” he tells her. “I’m okay, I’m okay -”

“What the HECK, Vash.” She turns her angry eyes towards him. “What was that for?!”

“My family!” Vash shrieks. “I leave my family with you - I ENTRUST you with my family - and this is what you do?! Knock up my wife?! Take my kids as your own?! KNOCK UP MY WIFE?!”

“My wife!” Nick screams back. “MY WIFE! MY FAMILY! You can’t abandon them out of the blue and expect that they’ll still claim you!”

“It was two years,” she is saying, quietly. Vash goes silent to listen. Nick shuts up, too. “Two years. That’s a long time. And I had four kids and one newborn and I was sick and exhausted and next thing I knew, Nick was there. Nick’s always been there for me.”

Vash is breathing hard, staring down at his shaky hands.

“But I love you,” he says to his lap. “I love you. I love our kids. I -”

“Maybe you should go,” she says. She has a handkerchief she’s pressing to Nick’s cut, bloody lip. “Please. Just let us have our house back.”

"Our" house? It didn't belong to her and Nick. It belonged to her and Vash. They’d lived in that house together for so long. Raised their babies there.

Vash stares at her.

She’s so pregnant. She’s leaning against Nick, her arm around his shoulders, his baby inside of her.

“Vash. Please. Get out.”

He takes a long, long shuddering breath. And leaves.

The door slams shut behind him and she helps Nick to the couch, really starts attending to his broken face. Vash hit him good.

“Maybe we were too harsh,” Nick mumbles as she gently cleans off the blood.

“Maybe.” She places a bandage.

He watches her hands. “I love you,” he says.

“I love you too.” She kisses the top of his head, feeling his hair sweaty under her lips.

[talentforlying]

@defyxoblivion: "The house is full of secrets." from Nick lol, I had to — PEARL STARTERS

' "one of us speaks only secrets, the other speaks only mysteries" ... i'm splitting me sides, nicky, really. '

at least he'll always have a clear direction to point, the next time anyone asks where he got his shite sense of humor from. ( compared to the original template, he'd say his is a drastic improvement. ) although it might be a lot funnier if they hadn't been hiking up the down escalator, so to speak, for the last three fucking hours. he was never cut out for this much exercise, self-contained magical realm or no, and he's starting to drag his feet like a petulant kid.

it's also really starting to rub in his face just how little of the house of mystery he'd actually bothered exploring while he still had ownership, and just how little access he has now that it's gone. knowing nick, that might be on purpose.

when they reach the thirty-seventh t-junction, he stops dead, trying to catch his breath. ' okay, sod this — i'm about to call time. where the fuck are we going, nick? '

[dilf-whore]

return of a terrible nightmare

pairing: bucky barnes x f!x-23!reader

genre: established relationship!, angst, fluff

summary: bucky comforts you after a distressful mission

warnings: violence

A/N: okay, i hope you guys like this. i really tried my best to write it well, let me know your thoughts please! x-23 is one of my favorite characters and i really like the idea of the reader being her lol ❤️

requested: no

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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You, Bucky and Steve run through the hallways of a lab, looking for where they could possibly be hiding information about kids they’re experimenting on. Your heart’s beating fast, but not because of the running but because of dreadful memories coming back to you. The lab’s different but felt so familiar at the same time, the white painted walls, the alarms blaring and red lights flashing, cameras everywhere, and your footsteps echoing through the halls. 

The never-ending white space made you feel so uneasy and weak. 

Bucky and Steve suddenly stops when a group of heavily armed men are heard coming from behind you, they turn around and position themselves on a fighting stance. “I’ll take care of them. Go and find the data room” you instruct. Bucky gives you one last look before they leave.

Before you could look back, you felt bullets pierce through your skin - making you wince, you could still feel pain even if your healing abilities can quickly take the wounds away. 

“You know those guns won’t do anything to me” you scoff. Your hands balled into fists and adamantium claws retracts out of them both. You sprint towards them as they continue to shoot at you. You grab one of the men’s gun and slice it into half - you effortlessly stab them, slit their throats, it was easy for you to fight more enemies at once with one claw on each end of your feet for your advantage. 

You catch your breath as the last of them has finally fell on the ground. You hear a soft static from your earpiece and a familiar voice of Steve follows, “we got the files, Y/N”

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You all sit around the debriefing room as Nick talks about the files you got from the lab. Turns out the kids were being locked and hidden somewhere else, another lab located underground with higher security to prevent the strong mutants from escaping. Your breath hitched at the thought of how scared those kids are and the horrifying things they’re doing to them.

A firm warm hand lands on your thigh, “you alright sweetheart?” Bucky, your boyfriend asks quietly. You turn your head to him and meet his worried brown eyes, you lightly shook your head and lean on his arm.

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You were recruited a few months after Bucky. Fury brought you in to the team when he found you in a fight club, beating people up for money and leaving them all bloody. He did some research on you and discovered you’re a mutant - a clone of Logan, the Wolverine. He thought you’ll be a great addition to the team - with your claws that could possibly cut through anything, great combat skills, regenerative healing factor and enhanced senses, speed, and reflexes.

Soon after, you and Bucky had grown closer. Having comfort with each other and the loneliness disappearing because you finally have someone you can relate to. Both experimented on, locked in a suffocating place, and forced to do things you don’t want to. You both would find each other in the middle of the night, staring at the night-sky in the compound’s balcony - trying to calm down after a nightmare.

Feelings have emerged and you started dating. Since then you both found peace in yourselves, nightmares are not frequent as before now that you sleep beside each other and your past no longer hunting you everywhere.

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You all go back to your respective rooms, it was a long day for all of you. You start to sob once you enter your shared bedroom, the familiar scent entering your nose. Bucky hugs you from behind, his strong arms wrapped around you firmly. He kisses the back of your head and rub circles on your forearm with his thumb.

“The awful things the kids are going through. They’re being tested on like rats for God’s sake!” you cry. Remembering the painful trials scientists have done to you. The thought of innocent young mutants living through that nightmare breaks your heart.

You feel Bucky nod to your statement, he understands how you feel - he would also think about his fellow soldiers still under HYDRA and controlling them like a bunch of toys. He turns you around and cups your cheeks, wiping your tears with his metal fingers - causing you to shiver lightly. “We will let them out as soon as we can okay? We just need to find a way to sneak in. I knew how anxious you felt when we entered that place a while ago, it was like reliving a memory. I also know how much you want to save those innocent kids, we all do”

He brings you in for a hug, “Bruce is working on finding where they are. I’m pretty sure we’ll know by tomorrow, just try to rest for now. If you can’t sleep then I’m more than willing to stay up with you” he adds.

You sniff and pull away, “I love you Bucky”.

It was all you could say, your mind’s a little in ease now.

“I love you too”

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[apocalypticgargoyle]

YES YOURE DOING REQUESTS!! 💛💛 ILY ILY ILY!! Can I get the "only one bed" trope with Dream, Sap, and George x reader (separately lol) - 🦎

Hi 🦎 anon! Thank you for the request! I hope this is what you wanted :)

summary: uh oh! bed sharing ;)

pairing: Dream x reader, Sapnap x reader, George x reader

warnings: fluff, one or two swear words I think?

links: ao3, main

◦ You’re traveling to visit mutual friends.

◦ Clay was picking you up because you lived near each other.

◦ The two of you never really got along, but when it came to not having to drive, you were willing to let bygones be bygones.

◦ That being said, when Dream finally pulled into a hotel and there was only one bed available your strained car ride tension snapped. 

◦ You both stood, glaring at the double bed in the middle of the dingy motel room and avoiding eye contact at all costs. 

◦ How cliché, you’d think. 

◦ “We’re adults. I think we can share a bed without killing each other, can’t we?” You’d groan, earning a low grumble from him. 

◦ You could practically hear his eye roll. “No, I’ll literally wake up and think ‘today’s the day’ and unremorsefully strangle you.”

◦ You shot a glare in his direction. “You don’t have the brain power to hide my body after that.”

As you sank into one side of the springy mattress, Clay would sigh in frustration before burying himself in the covers beside you; both of you too tired to argue.  Despite the fact that you could practically feel your hair grow you were so exhausted, Dream’s cover hogging and your cold feet would make most of the night hell for the two of you. 

The sun began to pierce through the slits in the blinds, the stripes stinging your eyes and forcing you awake. As dust jumped from light beam to light beam, you groggily began to stretch your body yet stopped short at the feeling of Dream’s warm breath fanning against your shoulder. It was then that you noticed just how encompassed you were in his long limbs as his arms kept you pressed against his chest, locked around you as if you'd float away in the middle of the night. His legs were tangled with yours like sleeping this way had been natural to the two of you.

You froze in the hope that you hadn’t woken him up, but also in utter shock at the fact that he was snuggled up against you so tightly… And that you were enjoying it. The scent of his day old shampoo mixed with whatever foreign laundry detergent the motel was beating into their sheets, made you drowsy once again. Dream’s soft snores came out as whispers against your hair to break the silence of the intimate moment. 

Yet your bubble of calm was popped as his phone alarm began to shrill, jerking him awake and into a sense of panic as he realized his hold on you. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping he’d just slip away from you and you would pretend it never happened. 

But alas, this was Dream you were talking about. “Jesus Christ! What are you doing on my side of the bed, perv!”

◦ Sapnap was moving in with a friend of yours in your area.

◦ The two of you hadn’t really known each other well; you’d met at a party once or twice but that was the extent of it. 

◦ Since you lived nearby, you offered your help while he was moving in. 

◦ Sap had come a day earlier than your friend, so you took it upon yourself to welcome him. 

◦ Most of the day was spent heaving boxes into various parts of their apartment and light chatter

◦ You’d been so engrossed in helping him lift the couch into the correct spot in the living room, you hadn’t noticed how late it had gotten. 

◦ As you mentioned having to leave, Sapnap swatted you off saying it was late enough that you could just crash there.

◦ So, that’s how you found yourself on an air mattress in the center of the floor with him sprawled out in a sleeping bag beside you. 

◦ Only problem was, you were freezing. 

◦ You nudged him with your foot, trying not to startle him too much.

◦ Despite this and you calling his name softly, he didn’t budge. 

◦ You kicked him harder, making him startle awake.

◦ He’d look at you with raised eyebrows as if to ask if you were dying. 

◦ At this point, you were so tired and so cold, you didn’t care what kind of Twilight trope you were giving into. 

◦ “Nick, I’m freezing. Come lay next to me,” you’d request. 

◦ His brows knitted together. “What? NO-” 

◦ “Please, how are you not cold?” You’d nearly beg. 

◦ He’d shake his head and then climb into bed beside you, his warmth a new haven for you. 

The make-shift mattress sinks under Sapnap's weight and you're nearly reluctant to curl up closer to him but as he turns to face you, you can feel his body heat radiating off of him. You shuffle nearer to him and he doesn't pay mind to it. Your teeth were still chattering though, so he huffs slightly and wraps an arm around you, pulling you to his chest. You're enveloped in his warmth almost instantly, your body calming at his touch. "Damn, your feet are like icicles," he chided, sending the two of you into soft laughter. It isn't long before you lose yourself in the sound of his heartbeat. 

“What is going on?” An all too familiar voice broke you out of your dream world, your heavy eyelids struggling to open because of the long night. You snuggled closer against what you had figured was a pillow until you realized the soft material under your touch was Sapnap's hoodie. 

Your eyes snapped open, finding Sapnap sound asleep in your embrace, your roommate looking over the two of you scornfully. “It’s not what it looks like, I promise,” you muttered, reluctantly dislodging yourself from around Sapnap and wincing at the brightness of the room. He groaned and sat up, stretching his own arms and sending you a soft smile, making a blush rush to your cheeks.

“It looks like you’re spooning my roommate,” your friend badgered, heading out of the room with a shake of their head. 

◦ You and George were roommates.

◦ The two of you shared a wall, much like you shared milk and sugar; sparingly but with respect. 

◦ You usually kept to yourself around your shared space, letting him do his thing and you do yours.

◦ Sure, the two of you were friendly here and there, but you were positive he couldn't pick you out of a line-up and vice versa. 

◦ But, all that had been put aside when you began having nightmares.

◦ You'd woken up with a start one night, heart racing and a cold sweat inkling down your back.

◦ Your surroundings seemed foreign to you as you could barely see your hand in front of your face. 

◦ The fear you'd felt moments prior was digging its heels into your subconscious and threatening to make its nest. 

◦ You rolled your eyes in subtle embarrassment as you noticed the small line of light spilling from beneath George's door across the hall from you. 

◦ It was then that you felt yourself move, your mind now set on companionship you weren't entirely sure you needed. 

You knocked softly at his door, regretting the disturbance almost instantly as you heard him climb from his bed. You debated turning back and burying yourself in a book until morning, but as you turned on your heel, his door creaked open. 

George rubbed his eyes with one hand and the other leaned against the threshold. "You okay?" He asked, his voice raspy from being dormant for a few hours. 

You cleared your throat, finding it difficult to form words of your own. "I um- had a nightmare," you mumbled, chewing the inside of your cheek and feeling like a child. 

George's brows furrowed as he looked down at you, the light from his room drawing his long, slender shadow around your feet. "Do you want to come in for a bit?" He asked, as if sensing what you were struggling to ask him. 

His sheets were soft against your skin as you settled into his bed, inches from him. His features seemed softer in the dark as the two of you laid in silence, the only sound being his gentle breathing. He reached for your hand, grasping it gently in his own to send you a small node of understanding. "You can wake me up if it happens again," he whispered, a sense of ease washing over you as you once again felt drowsy. The feeling of safety being near him like this and his hand threading with yours, calmed your quarrelsome mind. 

It was like you had closed your eyes for an instant before the morning sun pulled you from your slumber. George's arm was wrapped protectively around your waist as your hands curled around his own. Your nose was nestled in the crook of his neck as the two of you had unintentionally begun to share a pillow at some point in the night. He slept like the dead, and continued to as you slyly slipped from his grasp and headed into the living room. 

You'd never really spoken about it, but these sessions became next to normalcy for the two of you, sometimes even without the nightmares.

[hurricanes-art]

i am interested in your hades au, would you mind giving some details about it? 👁 it looks really interesting

[This AU is from these drawings!]

*cracks knuckles* Ok! I actually got enough sleep last night so I'm finally feeling up to explaining this au lmao

Also I hope that by “some details” you meant “way way too many” because I am nothing if not long winded. Also @hades-hellsite asked for context too, here you go

The central premise is that, after he dies, Achilles manages to make an arrangement with Hades that allows both him and Patroclus to stay in Elysium together. He's not employed to work at the house and he never becomes Zagreus's combat trainer.

Hades makes a few attempts to find Zagreus a different teacher among the shades of great warriors, but being skilled does not make someone able to teach. And being able to teach one way doesn't mean someone will be good for every student. When Zagreus doesn't learn well with the few mentors Hades tries, which he barely gives a chance to breathe anyway, he's quick to decide that he must have no martial ability and declares Zagreus a failure in that as he has about so many things.

This has two major effects on Zagreus before his escape attempts begin. One, without any chance to actually grow into aptitude in combat, he's left without anything substantial to put his energy into and, more importantly, he's left without anything he feels good at and that gives value to his efforts. Two is that, in Achilles' absence, very few people in the house give him any care and support untwisted by the politics of the house and the judgment of his father. There is Orpheus, kind to him before Hades locks him away for refusing to sing, Hypnos, willing to put the house to sleep so he can find the truth though jumbled up in his own problems, and Nyx.

Nyx is the only one to aid Zagreus when he decides to try to escape. She contacts Olympus and weaves careful lies to win their support and blesses his departure. She's also the only one who believes that Zagreus has the slightest chance of escaping. Already in canon, most everyone tells him there no way he'll make it out, but here, it's so much worse. He doesn't know how to fight, his initial attempts are pitiful and his progress negligible, and near everyone lashes out at him to get back in line and stop making things worse.

He doesn't even have the Infernal Arms. Achilles is the one who brings them to him in canon; here Zagreus takes a simple bronze sword from one of the house's many displays of weapons from wars long past. He thanks the Fates that the Styx restores it the same way it does his body when he dies because he nicks and dulls the edges every time.

Despite all the disadvantages, Zagreus throws himself into escaping with unshakable determination, bone deep stubbornness. He picks up his sword and will figure out how to use it himself. Experience will be his teacher. He dies over and over and he watches his enemies and learns how they move and how he must react, mimicking their attacks for his own use and adjusting and adjusting after each failure. And contrary to Hades' adamant belief, Zagreus is very intelligent and learns brilliantly when allowed to and he grows stronger and stronger.

There's no teacher more savage than experience in something like this, though. The pursuit is agonizing and the cost is enormous and adjusting to this ceaseless violence feels impossible.

Much of my interest in this idea is how the added strain on his circumstances and relationships affects Zagreus and his mental state. At his best, Zag looks a lot like he does in canon, with his laurels unfurled and vibrant, and his feet glowing hot, but he rarely feels his best here. His laurel leaves curl in dry and crisp, muted like the leaves of autumn. Flakes of ash and soot build up over his legs and encase more and more as he suffers. So deep is his feeling of failure and being trapped that it affects him physically.

Not always, though. His flames respond to his emotions, burn brighter in his passion. Enthusiasm, love, fervor, bliss, anger set him glowing.

After a brutally drawn out span of time, Zagreus meets Achilles and Patroclus in Elysium and tbh, the rest of my interest is really in how the altered circumstances change the evolution of their relationships with each other. The pair of warriors were never separated for an extended time and Achilles is less downtrodden and resigned and Patroclus is less bitter and abrasive when Zagreus stumbles upon them.

They don't fight him, which Zagreus counts among his greatest blessings, although Achilles still seems to have an interest. It makes him twitchy and he jumps when Achilles finally lifts his spear and swings it around in his third time in their little glade only to bump the flat of the blade against elbow and tell him to keep it in more towards his body. Zagreus blinks rapidly at him before adjusting his arm.

Achilles helps him here and there, tips and tricks and valuable advice, but he never gives anything near the thorough instruction he did in canon. On one hand, he doesn't need to. Zagreus is a self made fighter and it leaves him with weaknesses but it is also a powerful thing. He is unpredictable and incredibly adaptable and he only continues to improve.

On the other hand, there's no room for it. Achilles is gentle with his guidance, but Zagreus is rubbed raw by all the fighting he's done and all that still depends on it. He doesn't want to always focus on the weapon in his hands. Patroclus notices and curbs Achilles' input when it exceeds its bounds. He sits aside and observers carefully when they spar. Zagreus doesn't need another's direction which is fine by him, who's lost all desire for combat. He gives his aid through his assortment of trinkets that carry Zagreus further to the surface.

Zagreus barely knows what to do with himself in the face of their care. He's so unaccustomed to such generous and genuine support, interest devoid of expectation or blame. As familiarity between the three of them grows, their interactions grow warmer, more tender and comfortable. Their care lays on a foundation, not a hinge, and Zagreus grapples with understanding that he really can lean on it. It all leaves him so uncertain yet so desperate because he wants more than anything to have joy and conversation and company with others where he doesn't shoulder heavy guilt from unspoken accusations over his escaping the house and to have a place he feels he belongs without being an intrusion.

He does at first believe he's intruding, though. Intruding on their time together in the peace of Elysium. It takes them time to convince him that they value his presence immeasurably. The opportunity to stay together in the Underworld has been invaluable for Achilles and Patroclus, but the peace of Elysium is a deceptive thing. It wears away and prickles at them, pressing down in odd warping ways. Patroclus is beyond pleased to have the war behind him and that it can never force him to fight again, and despite Achilles retaining an interest in competition and combat, he does feel the same way. Having a cause though, something to believe in and worth devoting their efforts towards... They didn't realize how deeply they missed it until Zagreus. It is revitalizing. They thrive in his genuine, boundless kindness and long to support him.

The drawings of Orpheus arguing with Hades and Zagreus fighting with Nyx is from one of my plot point ideas. Later down the line, together, Hades, Persephone, and Nyx agree to forbid Zagreus from seeing Achilles and Patroclus at Nyx's behest. Similarly to how she talks about Dusa in canon, she sees mortal shades as beneath his station and that it's highly unbecoming for the prince to be consorting with them. Zagreus fights against the idea ferociously and is only smothered by the threat that, if he seeks them out anyway, Hades will void Achilles' agreement and have Patroclus moved to the proper plane of the Underworld.

It crushes Zagreus. He loves them and cares about them so much and being torn apart from them is a wound that cuts so deep. But even more than that, what breaks him open most, is the fact that it came from someone he cared for and trusted most. Nyx was the one person in the House he could depend on most and this betrayal at her hand is devastating. And for such a worthless reason as propriety and godly vanity. It's not her place to force those upon him. It hurts Zagreus to the core.

Orpheus is the only one willing to stick up for him in this, deeply empathetic to the grief of being separated from loved ones and well acquainted with the fact that such punishments will only damage, never correct. After all, his stint of punishment in Erebus didn't revive his desire to sing, it was Zagreus's dedication and vibrancy that did that. One of the many invaluable gifts Zagreus gave him, including reuniting him with Eurydice, making him happier than he'd been since her death. Orpheus can't keep biting his tongue when all these gods refuse to see any of this.

It all comes to a head dramatically and painfully and I've thought of a few variations on how it would play out. I'll leave it for now though, I might draw it or write it later >:3c  Also this got really long lol. Hopefully the idea is at least somewhat interesting!

And here, have the lines from these two drawings because I like the way they look

[wienerbarnes]

Italian Heart

Pairing: Bucky x Italian!MobBoss!Reader

Word Count: 4,867

Warnings: canon level violence, possible inaccurate italian slang lol

A/N: ive been watching a lot of the sopranos lately and i feel like ive never seen a bucky x mob boss reader au (ive only rlly seen em where buckys the mob boss. if there are ones where reader is the mob boss PLS SEND EM TO ME I BEG) a lot of the slang and mob stuff here is from sopranos bc... im not in the fucking mafia so forgive me anyway enjoy :)<3

MAIN MASTERLIST

Bucky’s never seen a woman quite like yourself.

Dressed in expensive satin and jewelry that hangs between your breasts, an angry look on your face at the fact you’re sitting before him and Sam in an interrogation room in the tower. Freshly done nails, clean and crisp lipstick, spicy perfume, and an expression of annoyance.

As put together as you look, you don’t look like someone to be fucked with. Which, he supposes is good for a mobster; the Boss of Newark.

Looking at you, though, he’d never thought you to be such a figure of intimidation. While the mafia is still alive, despite how the media tries to deny this, he always pictured an old Italian man that chain smokes cigars. He doesn’t think he’s too far off, to his credit; he can smell the remnants of smoke on you.

“Mind if we make this fast? My cousin’s comin’ for dinner and I was gonna make ziti.” You huff, crossing your legs under the table.

“Sounds delicious. Sorry for dragging you all the way out here.” Sam says, a calm look on his face even though he’s well aware of what you’re capable of.

When hunting down the last traces of the super soldier serum, he never thought Nick Fury himself would suggest getting in touch with you. He didn’t think it was worth the time to question how the two of you knew each other.

Theft. Drugs. Murder. Bribery. The list goes on, and there’s not a single thing that ties you to any of it.

A shrug of your shoulders, “So, what exactly is this about?” You ask.

“What is it that you do for a living?” Sam asks.

“I work in waste management.” You respond, a rehearsed answer.

Not exactly a lie, the environmental facility you manage is one of hundreds of covers used by your crew for your crimes. Environmental facilities, deli shops, strip clubs, auto shops. There isn’t a business in Jersey you aren’t tied to.

“Waste management? Like, garbage disposal?” Bucky asks, knowing exactly what it is you do for work.

You smirk, “Yeah, we dispose of garbage sometimes. What’s that got to do with me being here?”

“It’s to my understanding that you’re in the business of… buying and selling things. You and… the people you hang around got a real knack for it.” Sam tells you.

Bucky holds back a roll of his eyes. More like stealing and selling. Expensive Italian suits, antique watches, cars, electronics, illegal cigars. Who knows what else.

“I don’t know where you heard that… but I’m a popular gal, maybe I know a guy who might know a guy. What are you lookin’ for?” You ask.

You know this game, after being in the mob for so long. After being a part of your own crew for years, your patience and hard work paid off, working your way up to a captain and finally a boss. It didn’t take you long to learn in this business that government officials are jokes. Always wanting to bust my balls and then come crying to my corner for help, it’s a bunch of ugatz.

“Serums.” Bucky finally speaks.

A laugh escapes you, “What, like vitamin C?” You teasingly smirk at him.

His chair makes a loud sound in the small room as he pushes it back harshly and stands, resting his hands on the table in between the two of you. You don’t flinch.

“Enough with the bullshit. Super serums. To create super soldiers. We need to get them before they end up in the wrong hands and make a big ass mess.” He snaps at you, but you don’t seem phased in the slightest. In fact, you seem rather amused.

“You must have a lot of agita with all that anger, Sergeant Barnes.”

He doesn’t hold back this time and rolls his eyes before you speak up again, “Your first name is James, isn’t it? Ain’t that Italian?”

“No, it’s English. Or Scottish. Or Jewish - I don’t know, who cares? Are you gonna help us or not?” Bucky takes his seat again, crossing his thick arms over his broad chest.

“What’s in it for me?” You ask, leaning back in your chair.

“Not being arrested for all the shit we know you’re caught up in.” Sam offers.

You roll your own eyes this time, “I’ll take my chances. Thanks for wasting my time, boys, don’t let it happen again.” You stand, prepared to make your way back to the train station to go back to Jersey.

“Wait,” Sam stops you, “What is it that you want?”

You smile innocently and take your seat again, taking a minute to think before answering, “My little sister’s a big fan of yours. I’m sure she and all her friends would think it’s cool if you showed up to her prom as her date.” You wink at Sam.

Silence fills the room as the men think about your request.

“You’re gonna do it, right?” Bucky looks over at him and sees Sam rubbing the crease in between his eyes. He was expecting you to ask for immunity, protection, money, guns. But after hearing your request, he supposes you have enough of all that stuff anyway.

“Man -” Sam begins to refuse.

“Sam, it’s a fucking school dance in exchange for some of the most powerful and sought after serums on the planet - go to the fucking prom.” He tells him, eyebrows scrunching in confusion as to how he would hesitate on something so simple.

“She’s eighteen, so you won’t have any problems with the media or none of that.” You add, the information not really making Sam feel any better.

“Alright, alright, fine. I’ll go to the dance with your sister if you help us get these serums.”

You smile, happy to have done business with the two men, “What information do ya got for me?”

…

Bucky and Sam wait outside a back room in the facility you own. They passed the garbage trucks parked neatly outside, but could hear your screaming and the smell of Cuban cigars as soon as they entered the building.

She’s with a customer, they were told, by someone in your crew, them meeting Bucky’s expectations for mobsters more than you did. None of them ask any questions, but Bucky and Sam aren’t stupid, they’re sure your crew is aware of what’s going on and know the exact reason they’re there.

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that? The Bible says, Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit -”

“You listen to me, you take your Bible and your quotations book and shove it up your fat fucking ass! Now get the fuck out of my face!”

Bucky can’t help but scoff listening to you scream at whoever’s inside. Sam elbows him, silently telling him that now isn’t the time to find your work funny, especially not in front of the rest of your crew.

Bucky knows he’s old-fashioned, and while things that were taboo such as body modifications or certain fashion styles don’t phase him anymore, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to hearing a woman talk like that. He doesn’t think he’s ever even heard anybody talk like you do.

Suddenly a man bursts out of the room, huffing and puffing, and you walk slowly behind him, as if to make sure he makes it outside okay.

“Grab his plate for me, will you?” You say not to anyone in particular, voice smooth and calm as if you hadn’t been yelling and threatening that man’s life for the past twenty minutes.

One of the men from your crew follows outside, seemingly to collect the license plate of the man who just left.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to that guy, right?” Sam asks as he and Bucky enter the room, taking a seat in front of the desk you have in there. He knows there’s no point in asking, that you’ll do whatever you want regardless because it’s obvious you’re passionate about receiving respect, but it was worth a shot.

“Is that what you came all the way to Jersey to ask me? Christ, I’m fuckin’ starving, you boys want anything to eat?” You ask, accent heavy as you reach into the side drawer of your desk and pull out what seems to be some kind of meat wrapped in paper.

“Gabagool?” You offer to them, picking out a slice for yourself and placing it in your mouth.

“Gesundheit.” Sam responds.

“It’s pork, you asshole.”

Bucky silently reaches over and picks off a slice of the cured cold cut, putting the meat in his mouth and savoring the flavor. While he can’t stand the way you make a living or the sailor’s mouth you have, he loves Italian food, and actually chose a neighborhood in New York that has plenty of traditional cold cut markets and restaurants to live in in order to fulfill his cravings.

“There’s a big party staged downtown this weekend, we think that’s when the drop is going to happen.” Sam tells you, bringing the focus to their reason for coming here in the first place.

“I’ll send one of my boys.” You reply in between your chews.

“That wasn’t the deal. The deal was you get the serums.” Bucky speaks up.

“Buck, you know how many people want her dead?” Sam tries to reason.

“What the fuck do I have a crew for then? - No, if pretty boy wants me to do it myself, then I will. The same people that want my head are the same fucks who are terrified to be within twenty feet of me in fear they’ll make eye contact. I’m not scared of nothin’.” You say, narrowing your eyes at Bucky.

“What did you guys come here to talk about?” You ask.

Sam looks confused at your expression, “...To go over the plan? Hash out details? So you know how everything’s gonna go?”

“I’ll be fine; I’ve seen The Godfather once or twice,” You tell him, wrapping up the cappo, after Bucky picks off one last slice, and replacing it in the drawer, “Don’t worry Captain, this ain’t my first rodeo. I’ll get the serums for you.” You open a different drawer and pull out a cigar and a lighter.

Bucky watches as you place the large cigar in between your red-painted lips, bringing the flame of your lighter to the end and hollowing your cheeks until smoke exits from the corner of your mouth. Bucky feels blood travel south as his eyes glaze over your hand grab the cigar out of your mouth and blow out a long string of smoke.

“I guess we’ll be in touch then,” Sam stands and Bucky follows after.

“My sister’s wearing blue, so find yourself a nice tie.” You call out, lifting your feet up to cross them on the desk, dress rising and showing your legs.

Bucky blushes, and then laughs as he exits when he hears you, in a deep and more exaggerated accent than your own, “Just when I thought I was out… they pull me back in!”

…

The morning of the party, Sam and Bucky pick you up from your house, planning to take you into New York to discuss final details before tonight.

You get in the passenger seat, Sam offering it to you and climbing in the backseat. As Bucky begins to drive off, your phone rings.

“I told you to leave that.” Bucky says, telling you explicitly to leave electronics here to prevent anyone finding out where you are, and also to avoid any distractions.

“Wanted to see what you’d about it, Sarge,” You wink at him, pulling out a flip phone and answering the call.

“Yeah… Uh huh… He what? Are you fucking kidding me?... Alright… Tell him not to move a fucking muscle.” You hang up, slamming the phone closed.

“Stop at the facility for a sec, I gotta take care of something.” Bucky sighs and turns away from the route to head to your facility.

“Bucky’s going to be going with you tonight, by the way, he’ll be in disguise. Just in case anything goes wrong.” Sam tells you, not really caring anymore about having to make a stop for you to take care of whatever business you need to take care of.

Your only response is a hum as Bucky can feel the anger radiating off your now tense body.

You slam the car door shut as Bucky parks behind a garbage truck outside, not even waiting for him to fully put the car in park before you exit.

Him and Sam follow quickly behind you to see what’s going on. You enter through a side door that leads to a large room, a garage for the trucks, Bucky assumes.

There’s a large truck inside, and racks of suits wrapped in plastic scattered around. A younger man stands near the truck as your crew peruses around the racks, he couldn’t be older than twenty-five years old. Your heels click on the ground as you approach, slowing down as you glance between the suits and the young man. Bucky and Sam hang around a few feet behind your trail.

You stop, fuming, staring at the man before you speak, “You wanna tell me what the fuck happened?”

“I -” He begins, but you cut him off, raising an open hand at him.

“Actually, I don’t even want to hear your fucking voice right now. Because if what I heard you did is true; if what you did to Vinny’s guy is true, you’re gonna be a fuck load of trouble.”

“Can I -”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“But -”

“I said shut the fuck up, Christopher! What part of that don’t you understand?” You yell, and even Bucky feels intimidated.

You turn to your crew, “What the fuck happened.” You demand, more than ask.

“Kid says he tried to take the truck, Vinny’s guy had a gun that fell outta the seat, went off, shot him.” One of the men summarizes, not looking up from the rack of suits.

You raise a manicured hand to pinch between your eyes, “You keep me skinny, Christopher, with all the fucking stress you cause me.”

“Would you let me explain?” He tries.

“If you don’t do as I told you and shut your fucking mouth, you’re gonna be buried with two assholes,” You threaten before continuing.

“They were fuckin’ suits! All you had to do was take the truck! How did you fuck that up -” You stop yourself and sigh, attempting to calm yourself down.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna take all this shit, you’re gonna take it back to Vinny, and you’re gonna tell him what happened yourself.” You finish.

“Marone!” He exclaims, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Enough with the theatrics! You’re lucky I don’t put a bullet in your ass! Now, I don’t see you grabbing that rack and that rack and that rack and putting it back in the truck!” You wave your arms around the room.

The kid sighs and begins grabbing the racks one by one and rolling them back in the truck.

“Would it be such a shame if they all went back?” An older man from your crew asks, already wearing one of the expensive suits. You scoff and laugh.

“Bucky, pick yourself somethin’ nice for tonight,'' You turn to face him, and he jumps at the sound of your now calmer voice being directed at him, as opposed to the harsh one used on Christopher, “On me.” You wink.

...

Sam and Bucky sit on the bed and watch as you get ready. A small apartment near the party that’s already been swept for bugs. A favor, you called it, from someone you know.

They don’t question it.

“You and Bucky will go in together and I’ll be waiting at a secondary location watching and listening to everything.”

Bucky can’t tear his eyes away from your dress. A mermaid dress, he thinks it is, black and tight and hugging you in all the right places, curving around your ass and sleeveless at the top, allowing you to show off a nice necklace and your cleavage. It’s an understatement to say that he’ll enjoy accompanying you tonight, even if it’s in a costume.

His mother probably would’ve loved it if he would’ve gotten with someone like you. Someone who loves their family, a spitfire that wouldn’t take any of his shit, and whose god damn gorgeous. She might’ve had to wash your mouth out with soap, though.

“So, why is Bucky goin’ again?”

“Safety.” Bucky answers.

“Is he going for my safety or am I going for his?” You tease, finishing the last few curls of your hair, smoke coming from the iron after each time you pull your hair away from it.

“Once you find our guy, get talking with him and see if you can get him to make you an offer,” He begins.

“One I can’t refuse?”

“Then, you’ll try and get him alone, see if he’ll show you the serums, and once you do, we’ll be taking care of the rest.” Sam finishes explaining.

Bucky plucks a box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a pair of diamond earrings. One, a camera, and the other, a microphone. You’re also given a comm to hide in your ear so both him and Sam can hear everything and you can hear them.

“Easy - peasy.” You respond.

The ballroom is lively, loud music and people everywhere, and Bucky attunes all the action overwhelming him to a sweat and not that fact that you’re pressed up against him, his arm wrapped around your waist.

About a hundred different people come up to greet you, asking about your family, offering you drinks and food. Bucky can see right through all of them though; they’re all putting on the act out of fear. Everyone’s attention is on you, and Bucky’s sure if he wasn’t in disguise right now, no one would even notice.

You bring him to the middle of the crowd and he can’t be surprised when you start to dance with him, pulling at his arms to get him to loosen up. He complies, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close as the two of you move together.

“I’ll let you know when I spot him.” He tells you, voice causing goosebumps to rise on your neck; goosebumps that he notices but doesn’t point out.

It only takes a song or two before he spots who he’s looking for and sends you over, making sure your com is on, and choosing to stick by the bar, giving him a good view of you and allowing himself a break of having your body pressed against his.

He’s impressed listening to you talk to this guy, voice smooth and sultry, yet still commanding.

He knows there was a lot of talk when you took position as boss; not a lot of people in the mob took you seriously and didn’t think you or a woman in general would be good in that kind of position in power. So, you use that to your advantage to get shit done, and Bucky applauds you for that.

It’s not long before the guy offers to go somewhere more private to discuss business and Bucky follows far behind, Sam praising you through the coms from where he waits in the car outside, watching through the camera in your earring.

Bucky waits outside of a closed office door upstairs, listening to the conversation through the coms but hearing your exclamation through the door when the guys give you his asking price.

“5 mil each?! What do you take me for, some kinda stunad?”

“Take it or leave it.”

“Take it or leave it, yeah, I can put a bullet between your eyes and take it, alright.”

“Stop messing around and take the offer, it’s not real anyway!” Sam tells you, not wanting to lose their chance on the serums.

You ignore him prioritizing your need for respect over the stupid mission, “How do I know these aren’t Kool-Aid pouches poured in glass bottles?”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to test ‘em out for you.” The guy scoffs.

“Stronzo. You’re outta your fucking mind offering me that.”

“I’ll lower the price for you if you give me a little dance, how ‘bout that?”

“Vaffanculo.” You curse at him.

“Up yours, lady!” He yells back, and Sam sees through the camera, he grabs at you.

“Buck, get in there.” Sam tells him, and it only takes Bucky a second to kick open the door.

He’s a bit taken aback when he not only sees the case of serums out on the table, but you holding the man bent over the small table in the middle of the room next to the serums, gun held to the back of his head.

He very quickly decides that you’re fine and moves to grab the serums, closing the case and holding it securely in his left hand.

“Don’t kill the guy.”

You stay silent and Bucky looks at you again. He can almost see the steam coming out of your ears and he notices a small cut on your cheek bone. He looks down to the man’s cowering figure and notices a large ring on his hand.

You mumble something in Italian to the man, a threat of some kind that Bucky can guess given how the man shuts his eyes and shakes a bit under your hold. Sam finally enters the room, military grade handcuffs in hand.

“Feds are on their way, get her out of here.” He tells Bucky.

You slowly lift the gun off the man’s head and stand up straighter, walking over to brush past Bucky in the direction of the back door.

He makes eye contact with Sam and gives him a nod before following after you, watching as you scrunch up the bottom of your dress to replace the gun in an ankle holster. Once outside, he stops you under a street light near the car and raises his hand to look at your cheek.

“We gotta get going,” You swat at his hand.

“You’re still bleeding.” He says, using his thumb to brush away the line of blood, smearing a red tinge on your skin.

He looks into your eyes and for a second he sees the tough exterior drop. The face of someone who got smacked across the cheek all for mouthing off at some asshole.

Your vulnerability doesn’t last long, though, as you sniff and walk towards the car, opening the passenger door and sitting inside before Bucky can make it over there to open the door for you.

The drive back to the apartment is silent, and Bucky doesn’t know what to do or say to fill the silence. Stepping into the apartment, you immediately go to change and collect your things. Bucky moves to the bathroom to look for a first aid kit of some kind.

He meets you in the room and you’re now in cotton pants and a large t-shirt, sandals on your feet showing the bright red color of your toenails and the lines indented in your skin from how tight your heels were. You’re hanging up the dress and zipping it back in the cover when Bucky drops the first aid kit on the bed.

“Christ, it’s only a small cut.” You mumble.

“Just - Let me, would you?”

He takes out the liquid of disinfectant and soaks a cotton pad, cleaning off your cheek bone with it before covering it with healing ointment and a bandaid.

You don’t thank him when he finishes and he huffs as he closes the kit, “When do you drop the act, huh?”

“I don’t.”

“Really?” Bucky asks in annoyed disbelief.

“No. People tend to try and have me whacked when I drop the act.”

He sighs, “So, what, nobody ever takes care of you? Treats you? You don’t have any days off? Time to be yourself?”

“This lifestyle doesn’t really allow me to have days off, Sergeant Barnes.” You snap, gathering the dress in your hands and turning to face him completely.

“Take me home, I’m tired and my feet hurt.”

You leave him in the room and he waits an extra few seconds before dropping the conversation and following you out.

...

Bucky opens the back door to the environmental facility with his right hand and sees the door to your office open, you and your crew sitting together surrounded by cigar smoke and he can hear a TV on.

“Sir, please step into the vehicle.”

“Like the cop would be callin’ this asshole Sir if the fuckin’ cameras weren’t around!” You wave a hand at the TV, not yet seeing Bucky standing there.

He finds it funny that the gnarliest criminals - the literal Mafia - spend their time watching shitty, scripted cop shows.

It’s been about two weeks since the mission with you where you retrieved the serums. Sam went to prom with your sister five days ago, which was hilarious for him, especially when he got photo prints of different sizes in the mail at his apartment. He didn’t bother thinking about how you found his address.

One of the men sitting next to you glances his way and sees him standing there, smirking at the vision of him; hair combed slightly back and to the side, and a large bouquet of flowers in his right hand and a small paper box in his left.

“You got company, Boss.” He says.

You look over to the doorway and your jaw drops in an open-mouthed smile.

“Look at googootz! Now this is a man that knows how to treat a lady, are you boys paying attention?” You tease, scurrying over to him and pinching one of his cheeks, resting your free hand on his large bicep to guide him into the room, the rest of your crew ushering out to give the two of you privacy.

“What’s in the box?”

“Cannoli.”

You throw your head back with an exaggerated moan, “You know the way to an Italian woman’s heart, Sergeant Barnes. What’s with all the gifts?”

“Thought I’d treat you.” Is all his response is.

You narrow your eyes at him and stand up a little straighter, crossing your arms over your chest.

The last conversation before he dropped you off that night hasn’t escaped his mind. He understands the difficulties of life - how it’s hard to find time for yourself among the busy schedule that is existing. He catches himself sometimes, too, forcing his body to run with no sleep, burning through all of his energy until he’s completely drained and blaming it on life.

But life’s not always like that. Life allows for days off. For treats. For a bit of kindness. And Bucky’s come to show you just that.

“What, a beautiful woman like you never received flowers and pastries before?” He says, taking a half-step forward to be close enough to look you closer in the eyes.

“Are you flirting with me?” You whisper in amusement.

His eyes glance away from yours to look down at your red-painted lips. He gives you a shy smirk, really turning up the charm. For a big, bad, boss, you’re pretty easy to break down.

“Let me take you out tonight.”

“Maybe I’ve got plans.”

“Cancel ‘em.”

“What makes you think you’re worth canceling plans for?”

“Why don’t you trust me and find out?”

“You should know by now, Sergeant Barnes, that I don’t trust.”

He doesn’t respond for a moment, setting the box of cannoli on your desk before reaching his now free hand up to your face, using his finger to brush away a stray hair and push it behind your ear.

He then takes a hold of one of your hands, turning it over to place a kiss on the top of it, before wrapping your fingers around the flowers in his other hand, forcing you to take them.

“No restaurant you’ve been to a hundred times over, no drama, no business. Just a man trying to treat a lady.” You look down at the flowers before meeting his eyes again.

“I get to pick the place.”

“No.”

“The kind of food.”

“No.”

“The -”

“No. Let me take care of everything.” Bucky insists, determined to get you to give up control for the first time in what he can only imagine has been a very long time.

Bucky knows better than anyone how terrifying it is to give up control. It was terrifying when he was forced to give up control, his free will taken away from him in the war for decades upon decades, but it’s terrifying even now when he has to do it as a free man. It makes a person vulnerable. When was the last time you were allowed to be vulnerable for somebody?

“I’m gonna pick you up here at six. Wear something nice and leave the executive attitude at home.” He finishes, leaving you with the flowers and cannoli before returning back outside, ignoring the stares he receives from you crew who wait patiently outside your office.

He feels your eyes follow him at the door, and he can’t wait to sweep you off your feet tonight.

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Walk Of Shame

Gif made by me! ❤

First Nate Diaz fic. Hope you all enjoy.

The reader and Nate are 19 and 20 so legal age. Lol.

Last night was incredible. Nate and you decided that it was the right time to do the do and lose your virginitys. They say that it might be awkward the first time but they havent met Nick Diaz and his friends it way more awkward.

"You sure you dont want to go out the window"? Nate asked rubbing the back of his head. The two of you slept in late and forgot to set the alarm to get up before Nick did so you wouldn't have to go through this.

"What am I supposed to do? Shimmy down the drain pipe or magically become a ninja and jump into the tree"? You giggled when Nate cracked a grin. You've been dating him for about three years now and everything was perfect. He was the sweetest guy you'd ever want to meet.

"Yeah. Okay, but I dont want them to harass you when you go out there. Nick knows what we did and he's probably already told all our friends. I'm so stupid for not getting up". Nate bounced on the bed as he sat down hard.

"Nate, it's not your fault. We both didnt want to get up. We had a great night together. It really shouldnt matter what your brother or friends have to say. We're adults". You took his hand in yours and rubbed your thumb around his bruised knuckles.

"Alright. You're right.  But I'm going to apologize in advance for those assholes". Nate quickly kissed your lips.

"I think you can do better than that". You grab the back of his shaved head and brought your lips to his, smashing them together. He rested his hands on your hips as you both laid back on the scattered bedsheets. Nate let out a moan as you straddled his waist.

"Shh, be quiet. They're going at it again". Both yours and Nates head shot up when you head the voices on the other side of the door.

"I'm gonna kill em". Nate gritted his teeth and lifted you up off of  him and sat you down on the bed.

"Maybe I could be a ninja"? You suggested looking out the window. The ground was a few feet away. How bad could it be?

"No. Come on. This is a childs game". Nate grabbed your hand and turned the door handle. Loud foot patters ran away from the door.

"You ready"? He looked at you and you nodded. This was more nerve racking than sleeping with Nate the first time.

Nate opened the door and went down the hallway first. He looked around the corner, seeing Nick reading a magazine and their friends watching tv. Nate rolled his eyes and went on. His grip on your hand strengthened.

You kept your head low and your body close to Nates as you walked through the livingroom. About half way there. It started.

"Shame shame". A voice started and then laughed. Making all Nates friends laugh and then Nick started in.

"Oh, did my little brother pop his cherry? Finally". Nick started clapping as he got up which brought the others in.

Nates and your cheeks were blood red. Yours from embarrassment, Nates from anger. He hated his brother for doing this to you.

"Shut the fuck up". Nate pushed his brother.

"Aw, are you embarrassed? You shouldn't be. Everyone last only a few seconds their first time". Nick laughed. Nate balled up his fist.

"Real mature, asshole". You pushed Nate along to the front door. You didnt want to be caught in a Diaz Vs Diaz fight in the middle of their livingroom.

"Ooooh. Feisty. Was she like this last night? I think she was with all the Oh gods and harder Nate". Nick teased while snickering. Nate was fuming, he wanted to punch his brothers lights out.

"Come on Nate". You opened the front door and pulled him out.

"Shame shame little brother". Nick called out as you closed the door.

"I can't believe them. I would never do that to them". Nate kicked the dirt.

"I know. But that's what makes you different from them. They're jerks, you're not".

"I'm sorry". Nate said looking down at his shoes.

"It's okay. I didnt stay for them. I stayed for you". You smiled, swinging Nates arm with yours.

"Wanna walk me home"?

"Yeah. Maybe we can try it again. I could last a bit longer with practice". Nate bashfully said as you walked down the street.

"Nate, it was perfect. Dont let them get in your head. But yes, we will definitely be doing it more often, perhaps somewhere without your brother around. Once we get in the grove we can start experimenting with new positions". You laugh when Nates head flipped looking at you.

"We gotta stop by the library". Nate pulled you in the opposite direction from your house.

"Nathan"! You let out a squeal when Nate picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

"That was definitely said last night, many times". Nate laughed as you smacked his butt playfully.

"Put me down". Nate put you down on the cement and wrapped his arms around your waist. "I love you".

"I love you more". You kissed his lips and hugged him. He was the best boyfriend ever.

[harrypotterandthefandomaccount]

o children

pairing: harry potter x gn!reader

request: Hello! I would like to request a Harry Potter x reader where is basically the dancing scene from the deathly hallows part 1 but Harry is dancing with the reader instead of Hermione (she could be outside making guard or choose to go with Ron idk) and when Harry and y/n stop dancing they look at each other's eyes and kiss? You don't have to write it if you don't want to :'( but I would love to read something like that, anyways thank you!💖 (Sorry if my English sucks)

warnings: none, just loads of fluff.

note: i love this scene w/ hermione and harry, even if it is a bit awkward at first lol. hope you enjoy! gn!reader

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your hands scrunched up in your hair, ready to pull out all remaining strands. you chuckled to yourself, biting your lower lip as you realized this situation was much more stressful than the O.W.L.’s you’ve taken in the past.

that, and you’ve lost two of your closest friends.

you cannot imagine how harry feels, even though he sits across the room from you. he seemed. . .hollow? a song echoed on the radio and it seemed to fit the atmosphere - melancholy.

as you glanced to your left and took in the lamp beside you, soft footsteps filled the tent. you sighed softly, wondering if harry was going to get some air. it was odd; the room was so spacious, yet in light of recent events, it felt so small.

you wished ron and hermione hadn’t left; you and harry needed them both. they were the brains and the brawns of this entire journey - yet, you understood why they left. it was getting to be too much, too risky. ron had a big family to get home to and if something were to happen, he would not be able to live with himself.

and hermione, ever the saint, needed to be there for ron and make sure he was okay, that he wouldn’t do anything brash.

but it always seemed like you and harry needed each other.

the footsteps reached your own feet, making you look up at the sweater-clad teen. he held his hand out, shakily waiting for you to accept. you let out a small huff before accepting his hand.

pulling you up, harry gently guided you towards him, your flannel rubbing against his sweater in a soft manner. harry reached behind your neck as your eyebrows furrowed, feeling him mess with the collar of your shirt.

you went to say something but bit back your words and harry pulled you into the center of the tent, slowly pulling each of your arms towards him and then back again. the song on the radio, which you learned was ‘o children’ by nick cave and the bad seeds, seemed to grow louder as you reluctantly let harry pull your limbs.

however, as the song continued, harry proceeded to pull you towards him and spin you around. you let out a laugh, feeling as if you were at the yule ball once again. looking at him, you noticed he too had a smile on his face, his cheeks lighting up at the times where you both were so close.

with a giggle, you pulled back and twirled harry, his hand still intertwined with your own. he kept spinning, making you laugh even more as he stumbled over his own two feet. as he finished twirling, harry pulled you into his arms once more, letting you rest your cheek against his shoulder.

with two hands intertwined once more, harry rocked you both back and forth in such a discordant manner that you couldn’t help but laugh. the feel of your breath against his neck tickled him and made him flustered all at once, keeping his ears trained on the beautiful sounds that left your mouth.

stepping back once more, harry pulled your arms towards him one at a time, feet almost stomping onto the floor. you both pulled towards one another, eyes never leaving each other. harry let go of your left hand, extending your right arm until he twirled himself back into your arms. 

why, you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, head thrown back slightly as harry looked at you with so much admiration.

twirling you once more, harry pulled you back into his arms, your cheek resting against his shoulder softly. he leaned down, resting his own cheek against the side of your head. he slowly swayed the both of you, the sound of the song putting you both at ease.

as harry had his cheek against your hair, he softly inhaled your scent, butterflies filling his stomach as he felt your hand squeeze his. shifting his head, harry pressed a soft kiss to your cheek that was exposed to him. from the corner of his eye, he saw a smile form on your lips.

as the song reached its climax, you pulled back and looked at harry, wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms immediately going to your waist. you leaned forward as did he, your foreheads almost resting against one another. looking up at harry, you noticed a soft blush covering his cheeks, “nice dance moves, potter.” a smile soonafter graced your lips as you played with the hairs at the back of his neck.

harry chuckled, “you’re not too bad yourself, y/n. felt like a princess when you twirled me those times.”

you leaned your head back slightly with a laugh, “did i twirl you or did you twirl yourself?”

he leaned down towards you in a soft motion, almost hoping you wouldn’t notice, “hmm, i guess you do have a point. haven’t had such great dancing partners.”

you moved a hand to his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his skin, “well i thought you danced wonderfully,” you whispered.

harry licked his lips before responding, “i just had a great partner.” he leaned down, noticing your eyes were closing as he softly grazed his nose with your own, a small laugh escaping your lips. harry chuckled himself before he closed his eyes, meeting your lips in a soft kiss.

one of his hands laid a gentle hand on your cheek, caressing it as his lips moved against yours. it was a bit sloppy, you won’t deny it, but it was perfect. it was so harry potter.

you smiled against the kiss, loving the feeling of his hand against your cheek. pulling back slightly with your hands still around his neck, you saw how flushed his cheeks had become, head slightly bowed as harry became embarassed.

“i guess i shouldn’t be surprised that the chosen one is such a good kisser, huh?” you joked, releasing one of your hands to mess with his hair.

harry let out a huff, “i feel quite the opposite - i may need some extra lessons - if you’re willing to teach me, of course.”

you let out a soft laugh, “why, i’d be a terrible teacher if i said no!”

harry leaned down, brushing his nose against yours once more, “better to get started on these lessons sooner than later, don’t you think?”

giving him a quick peck, you returned your hand to the back of his neck and he wasted no time in leaning down once more, capturing your lips in a kiss that had butterflies erupting in your tummy.

after tonight, ‘o children’ had certainly become your favorite song.

[the-ce-horniest-book-club]

Last Chance Prompt Fest

Today is the day that our Last Chance Prompt Fest starts.

To take part, you don’t need to claim a prompt through us at all, you just find a prompt you like, create what you want to create and then tag us @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ and use the hashtag “CE HBC Last Chance Prompt Fest”. You can also DM your link to us to ensure we see it.

The event starts today, Friday, August 27th and ends next Friday, September 3, 2021.

Once the event has ended, we will answer the ask for the prompts that received creations. We will also have a masterlist for everything created as well.

Who can we create for?

You can create stuff for Steve Rogers, Chris Evans or any of Chris’s 18+ characters.

What can we create?

While the CE HBC is primarily a writing community, these events are to encourage creators of all types. So for this event, you can write, make moodboards, create a playlist, make a video or whatever you are inspired to create based on the prompts under the keep reading.

All of the prompts are listed below the cut and it does not matter how many things are created for each prompt.

Chris Evans Prompts

Could you do one with chris where the reader is eating something delicious and Chris hears them and tries to distract them with smutty things but the reader picks the treat over Chris. (Just had yams that tasted like my grandma used to make years ago, and I’ll pick that over Chris right now lol)

It’s hot AF where I live and we all know Chris doesn’t like the hot temps… so maybe something about trying to beat the heat

How many rounds was that? Four? God, we’re about to break our own record. With Chris? 😍

That’s a lot of sass for someone who ruined my sheets and still hasn’t apologized. With Chris?

Prompt: being friends with Chris and helping and supporting him with ASP too. When the news hit that Biden won your together and after squealing, he just grabs and kisses you.

Chris Evans brushing his heavily pregnant wife’s hair

Chris introducing you to his family for the first time

Readers reaction when Chris has to shave off his beard for a role and doesn’t tell her?

Hey i had an idea. she faked her orgasm because she has trouble cum.  Chris finds out and is angry because she hasn’t said anything and doubts his abilities?  then he brings her to orgasm

Chris playing Christmas songs on the piano while you wrap presents or something where he keeps you company while you’re doing something else

Ari Levinson Prompts

Cowboy Ari Levinson helping you out after he finds you on his ranch

Curtis Everett Prompts

Trying to have quiet sex with Curtis behind a curtain.

Frank Adler Prompts

Frank Adler gets a new neighbor - reader who is just as intelligent as his family and they like each other right away.

Nick Vaughn Prompts

Nick Vaughan keeping you company on the streets of New York

Steve Rogers Prompts

“I’m your Captain and you follow my orders!” “Aye, aye Cap’n!” “I said Captain, not pirate.”

“Hey Steve, what does a deaf gynecologist do?” “I don’t know.” “He reads lips.”

How about a drunk drabble based off of Right Girl Wrong Time by Jon Langston with Steve and Peggy

someone should write a steve and bucky threesome with a reader

“Yeah sex is great but have you just ever wanted to rub yourself over that fucking beard of Steve’s?”

I have a prompt for you. Steve has fallen in love with the Motown sound since Sam has played most of the genre for him. He has gone shopping, or gone for coffee and he hears you sing a song from the Supremes and is instantly intrigued. Have fun seducing him with music. https://youtu.be/HXGz8i0I2L0

It’s the first Christmas Steve has spent with y/n

Reader making Steve a heart cake for Valentine’s Day ❤️

Multiple Options Prompts

Can I get the following prompt with Steve, Colin, or Jensen? “In ancient Greece, throwing an apple was done to declare one’s love.” “How do I love thee, let me count the ways? Thump, thump, thump.” “So the mild concussion means you love me?”

Could I get “I see that you have your legal name listed as Y/n’s Daddy. That’s incorrect. You’re legal name is what’s on your Drivers Licence.” With any of Chris’ characters please?

SFW Prompts

For Chris or one of his characters, there is only one bed and they got to sleep far apart but wake up cuddling. Bonus points if they don’t hate it.

“Just tell why you did it!” “Because I’m in love with you, okay?!”

How about they’re roommates and “just friends” who develop feelings for each other

“You always say that, but I’d only see you for a day or two until you have to fly out again.”

“You don’t have to say anything, if you don’t want. I just thought you should know.”

i have been in love with you, dumbass

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

I have these… powers raging around inside me, and I have no clue how to control them.

“Hey, it’s cold. Light a fire or something. I swear, you’re a cold blooded reptile.”

that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks.

going to a masquerade ball

“So, you’re the unfortunate soul stuck with me.”

“I look at you and I think, ‘sunshine. Literal sunshine.’ It’s annoying.”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“What’s with the box?”

“I’m not jealous.”

“It’s not like I love you or anything.”

Merlin quote prompt: Nobility is defined by what you do, not by who you are

“Why do you keep pushing me away? I know you love me.”

“I want to go home.” “And I want to go to the moon. It ain’t happening sweetheart. Time to accept that.”

“I just want you to know I love you and I hope these roses prove that to you.”

Prompt: “if you steal all the blankets I’m going to put my cold feet on you.”

“What have we here? Bed: unslept in. Hair in… missionary disarray. And yesterday’s dress with today’s shame all over it.” Gossip Girl

Every time I’m in the same room with her, I can’t decide if I want to pick a fight with her or push her up against a wall and kiss the fuck out of her. - Falling for My Enemy by Claire Kingsley

“The worst thing is, that even after all of that, I’m still in love with you.”

NSFW Prompts

“Wet pussy is the best. I can’t get enough of the juices dripping from my mouth.”

“She beauty, she grace, I want her pussy on my face.”

“Sheathing my cock inside you feels like a jam donut being torn in half. Delicious and mind blowing.”

Twist on quarantine haircuts: couple helping each other with pubic hair maintenance

“I don’t know if you’re looking for Aztek gold down there, but if you don’t hurry up and fuck my brains out I’ll do it my damn self!”

“Have you ever noticed how eating a hot dog is similar to giving deepthroat?” “No but thanks, I don’t want to eat this now.”

Babe I can’t sleep. I know you just woke me up. Wanna fuck? I’m awake!!!

“I don’t know who you think you’re talking to but I’m about to punish that sassy mouth!”

“I love your longish hair baby. Finally got something to pull while you’re between my legs devouring me.”

Holiday Prompts

“Great, now I have to re-hide your Christmas gifts.”

“I’m not going to kiss you under the mistletoe.”

“The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear.”

“What are you doing?” “Hiding from carolers.”

“Santa’s handwriting looks suspiciously like yours.”

“Why does the house smell like a cinnamon roll threw up?”

“Are you Santa? Because I’d sit on your lap.”

“YES I BOOBY TRAPPED THE PRESENTS BECAUSE YOU DO THIS EVERY FUCKING YEAR”

“What the hell kind of Charlie Brown Christmas tree did you buy?”

“It looks like the North Pole threw up.”

i may or may not have gotten tangled up in the tinsel.

“If we don’t have this damn tree up before the end of the night, I’m going to kill you.”

“I’m going to tell Santa to give you coal.”

“It’s an advent calendar. You’re supposed to open one square a day, not eat half the chocolate in a sitting.”

“Why is there mistletoe in every room of the apartment?”

I got a little too drunk off of egg nog and vodka and you look so pretty in this light, and I most definitely want to kiss you right now, best friends or not.

we were going to a Christmas party but fuck if you don’t just look sinful in red, and you know what? Fuck that Christmas party.

Dad!chris (or one of his characters) and his kids at Christmas

“You’ve never had a New Year’s kiss?”

Spending your first Valentine’s Day together with any character

[vs-redemption]

Tis i 🐱 anon I’ve been Mia for a bit lol. But I had the idea of Dabi with an assassin reader that was either 1) recruited into LOV or (2) was sent to kill Dabi but fell in love etc. whenever you can pls ily thank you ❤️

From Cindy:  🐱 anon! I love you ♥♥ And I missed seeing you in my inbox. I’m sorry it took me a bit to get to this request. I’ve been busy due to the holidays. My sister stayed at my house for a few days and we watched the entire first three seasons of Haikuu. lol Now she’s obsessed too *evil laughter* Anyway, I really hope you like how this came out. It might take a turn you don’t expect.

Bullseye (Dabi x Assassin!Reader)

The name of the extraordinary ability you had been born with was documented on the government’s official quirk registry list as “true aim.” It was a simple, yet accurate title for the power which allowed you to hit any target with pinpoint accuracy. No matter what, you never missed the spot you were aiming for as long as you had a clear path. The only drawback was that you had to be within twenty feet of the target. Anything further than that began to lose detail and required something greater than perfect 20/20 vision.

When your quirk had first manifested, you’d been pretty excited to think of all the creative ways and situations in which such a power could be used, even though the adults around you were quick to point out that most of your ideas would be considered illegal by the suffocating and suppressive laws enforced in your country. Such restricting rules had instantly rubbed you the wrong way, and that slight irritation had grown into full blown resentment by the time you’d graduated high school with the reputation of being a trouble maker. Your teachers and other authority figures never seemed to appreciate the way you dared to question the way things were, or that you constantly tested your boundaries by trying to get away with using your quirk in any given situation.

Your refusal to conform to rules made it difficult to get into a college or even hold a job. You even ended up getting banned from several bars and sports centers for having an unfair advantage against other people playing darts or other precision games. The discrimination drove you to look for the freedom and acceptance you craved in less respectable parts of your city. It was in some back alley pub where you’d met a crooked broker named Giran. He sympathized with your situation right away and convinced you that if people were going to villainize you no matter how you used your quirk, you might as well live up to the exaggerated and often times false accusations made against you.

The partnership began with small crimes, but grew more serious as time went by. However, it had still been quite a shock the first time Giran asked you to take care of a hit that had been put on some random scum bag who’d done some bad business with a different random scum bag. Your hesitation waned after seeing the reward money and you accepted the job. The power of your quirk in combination with the black market weapons you’d received from Giran made completing the task a piece of cake. You got a thrill from the easy money, and decided you’d take more jobs like that from then on. Reports of your assassinations spread until you’d earned the nick name “Bullseye” by the press. By the time Giran offered introduce you to a member of the League of Villains, you’d already made it onto the country’s most wanted list.

“Well, if it isn’t the infamous ‘Bullseye” everyone’s been talking about.” The moment your eyes landed on Dabi, you began questioning Giran’s judgement for the very first time since you’d met him. You didn’t like making assumptions about people based on appearance, but there was something about the fire villain’s presence that put you on edge right from the get-go.

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance,” you nod politely. “You must be Dabi.”

The recruitment process was a little tedious. Dabi asked a lot of personal questions about your goals and motivations which seemed weird coming from a guy who left piles of burnt corpses around the city. It wasn’t the questions themselves that gave you pause though, it was the taunting little comments he made at your answers, and the lazy smirks he gave you every now and then. There was something about the intense look in his half lidded blue eyes that got under your skin as well. It was like he was trying to rile you up. But even though you weren’t a diehard follower of Stain or anything like that, your skills as a killer allowed you to pass the interview, earning you a spot in the League of Villains.

The weird feelings you had about Dabi only increased as you spent more time with him on missions and at the hideout. The way his eyes lingered on you always gave you chills, and certain things he said lingered in your mind until you couldn’t focus on anything else. You tried your best to ignore him, but sometimes you lost your patience and ended up bickering with him about the stupidest things.

“Can you try to control your fire please?” You’d tell him irritably. “I can’t do my job if I can’t see where I’m aiming.”

“Sure thing, doll.” His answer just irked you more due to the mocking undertones in his voice.

“And do you really have to monologue for your victims every single time?” you snap. “You’re such a drama queen!”

“Oh, would you rather I focus all my attention on you?” the playful glint in his eyes does weird things to your heartrate and all your pent up feelings finally come to a boil. Keeping a cool head was important for you, especially as an assassin, but Dabi had gotten on your last nerve.

“I swear I’m going to actually murder you!” you say through clenched teeth. “Every time I look at your face I feel sick to my stomach. Your eyes and smirk invade my thoughts and drive me to distraction! You’re annoying comments make me feel like I’m actually on fire, and I really just want to punch you in the face.”

Dabi’s blue eyes go wide and he stays silent for a moment as your words sink in. Then, slowly, he’d make an expression you’d never seen grace his face before… an actual genuine smile.

“Wow,” he says while shaking his head. “Do you even hear yourself? You’re even more emotionally constipated than I am.”

“What do you mean by that?” you ask and the way his gaze softens threatens to trigger your fight or flight response.

“Do you want to punch me?” He asks seriously, “Or do you want to kiss me?”

“What?” of course the mere suggestion sounds ludicrous for a moment, but suddenly your thoughts shift and everything clicks into place. His eyes and smirk didn’t give you a stomachache, it gave you butterflies. And your reaction to his teasing comments wasn’t real rage at all, you were just flustered. All the pieces meshed together and formed a conclusion in your head. “I have a crush on you.”

“Oh?” He was surprised that you’d make such a bold statement after misreading your own feelings for so long.

“And yeah,” you say with a weird amount of resolution, “I think I do want to kiss you.”

A victorious look blooms in Dabi’s eyes and that obnoxious smirk spreads across his face. He opens his arms and beckons you to come towards him. “Well, come on then doll,” he coos. “Don’t keep me waiting.” You let out a sigh and narrow your eyes at him.

“But I think I’m still going to punch you first.”