#Oh fuck it's at 426 and counting

[filthymagicuser]

"Blaze it" I sob into the night.

[arabaka]

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐗 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ━☆ *⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚.

(GOJO SATORU X AFAB!READER) - BEHAVE.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ CONTENT WARNINGS: GOJO'S A L'IL MEAN. SPANKING. BRIEF CHOKING. UNPROTECTED SEX. CREAMPIE. NO PRONOUNS USED. ゜・。.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ WORD COUNT: 426. ゜・。.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ LOVE NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: this is an unfinished wip that i never got around to fleshing out more. hope you enjoy anyways <3 ゜・。.

"Whadd'ya mean you’re not sorry? Huh?" Every word is punctuated by a harsh slap to your bottom, the sharp thwaps!! stinging your skin while his cock bullies its way inside you, inches at a time to give you no reprieve. He always did have a hard time holding back when it came to you. “You’re hurting my feelings, baby.” Gojo hisses, knuckles a stark white as his digits cuff you by your hips, ensuring your cunt stays snug on the base of his cock– where it should be.

You mewl pitifully into the covers, all the bark and bite fucked right out of you. You could only clamor for fistfulls of sheets, letting the bedspread be the confidant to the tears and drool that flow like rivulets from your wound shut eyes and your slack open lips. You knew Gojo could get mean, you just didn’t know he could get like this. So fully sheathed inside you, your little hole is stretched taut. 

“Gotta remind you who this pussy belongs to. That’s all. Then you’ll be good, won’t you?” Gojo’s words find you once he fully sinks his length all the way inside you, body now over you in the same way a predator takes his prey. You’re left to tremble but not to hide; Gojo’s hand around your neck makes a mockery of any man who’s ever thought he was worthy of touching you. Thumb and fingers giving you a squeeze, he revels in how pliable you are, how meek you look under him with a cunt full of cock. Groaning when your hot and gummy walls flex around his shaft, he can’t help but start the pace up all over again, keen to feel you tighten with some movement.

“‘Mmm sorry!” You try to get the words out before he can rob you of them, finally craning your head back to give Gojo the first good look at your face he’s had in a while.

And you are perfectly ruined.

Your thick eyelashes clumped together by diamond tears, eyes with pupils so large they’re devoid of color and your lips. Oh, your lips.  You’re delectable with how your bottom lip juts out in a pout, swollen from kisses and nibbles from the insatiable man with Sjix Eyes. “Shit, you keep lookin’ at me like that and I’m–” He breaks for an inhale and you feel his need come to a boiling point with a heavy throb in his cock, making your body shudder as he just seems to fill you up more and more.

[strawb3rrystar]

Hello! Is it ok if you can do a mammon x reader break up stereo like they get into a fight or something? (if you're not taking requests sorry for bugging you bye pookie❤)

Butterfly in the spider's web.

Pairing: Mammon x GN! Reader

Warnings: Very suggestive, lots of references to sex, implied abuse

Word count: 426

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"What the fuck did you just say?" Mammon slowly turns towards you, his eyes wide. A small amount of fear coursed through your body, but you stood tall with your head held high.

"I'm breaking up with you." You repeat, crossing your arms. This was a long overdue situation that was bound to happen eventually. The sin of Greed was impossible to keep happy and it was eating you to the bone. You finally had enough during the argument this morning. Mammon went on about how you need to put yourself out there more. Or, in more simpler words, he wanted you to make him more money.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! After everything I've done for you!" Mammon yells, curling his fists. His volume makes your ears hurt, but your pissed off expression doesn't waver.

"The only thing you've done for me is make me hate myself." You retort, rolling your eyes. You were sick of him, you were sick of this lifestyle. It wasn't for you, yet Mammon couldn't see that. All he wanted was to get his dick wet.

"Maybe that's what you deserve you whore." The sin spits back, growing more furious by the second. The accusation shocked you. If anything, Mammon was the whore. Constantly asking you to get him off. Most times it was without a 'hello' or 'how was your day?', just shove you down on your knees and stuff your mouth because he never cared about your day.

"Excuse me?" You question, your eyebrow arching. From your understanding, you had never done anything wrong. Arguments always started with him complaining that you never do enough for him. But when you try to do better, he complains about that too!

"Oh please, don't act like you aren't cheating on me." He replies. There was a level of hatred in his words. A level that could never match up to yours. If hate was poisonous, Mammon would be dead seven times over.

"No, you're the one who fucks those two robots! Your dick tastes like fucking metal, Mam! Fucking metal!" You point your finger at him. You were just about ready to storm out of the room, leaving Greed, and forget this part of your life ever existed.

"I'm done, Mam. You've bled me dry and now I'm fucking sick of you. I've been sick of you for months and there is nothing you can say to change my mind." You turn on your heel and storm out of his office, slamming the door behind you.

What a fucking prick...

Star's notes -> Heyyy, sorry for being gone for a week :[ Been working through some stuff and haven't had time to think about fanfiction.

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

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[filledwithstarz]

sword - rosekiller microfic - word count: 426 - NSFW, not explicit but suggestive - (part one?)

Evan had just walked out of his flat, heading to his office which was just a few blocks away. He usually kept his head low, rushing past everybody as to not draw attention to himself, but today something was different.

He came across a strange pierced man on the sidewalk—almost tripping over him—who seemed to be buffing and cleaning a sword. Living downtown on a sketchy street, Evan should've found this normal to an extent, but he was so intruiged.

"Sorry, am I in your way?"

"No, not at all. It's just..what the fuck do you have a sword for?"

"I uhm, do sword swallowing. I've been needing to make a few pounds recently, so I've been going around the city doing shit like that."

"Huh. Interesting. Mind if I watch?"

"No, not at all."

Evan nodded and stepped back to watch him do his magic. Many people had gathered now, of course wondering what the hell is going on. Barty simply smiled and want on with his act.

For a reason likely to be pure insanity, he gave the crowd anticipation by running his teeth and even his tongue across the bronze blade. Evan's breath hitched, noticing every movement of his mouth. The man seemed to notice this, so he took it into accunt to make his tricks even more lewd.

As time went on, a few people began shouting at him to get on with it, and to actually start sword swallowing.

He cleared his throat a few times, opened his mouth wide, and the sword slid right in without any further preparation. Evans mouth, too, was agape at the sight. One of the most attractive men on earth had a three-foot-long sword lodged down his throat.

Fuck.

After the show was over, Evan had finally built up enough courage to go back over to the sword swallower.

"Evan Rosier." He said, nodding to the latter, suggesting a response.

"Barty Crouch Jr."

Barty held out a hand, expecting a hand shake, but what he got in return was a tough lock on his wrist. "How would you feel about coming back to my flat with me? I wanna see what things other than a sword I can put down your throat."

"Oh my! What a forward young man you are.." Barty intrigued sarcastically, "but I suppose I could, considering your complexion.."

Evan laughed and dragged him along, down the street toward the steps of the loft.

He didn't care if he lost time. He couldn't go to work this turned on anyway.

[hanjisunglover]

hey can I ask for a chan angst, him accusing you of being a gold-digger(or smth like that) and then the reader breaks up with them (forever)

oh my love, I was literally thinking the other day of writing an angst with chris! is not super long or super good, but hope you like it :)

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 - bang chan.

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

genre:��angst, lovers to strangers.

word count: 426

summary: y/n and chan had the perfect relationship, y/n knows chan since his predebut, when you guys started date everything was perfect. but then the pressure to be a big leader for a big boygroup like stray kids, made chan change.

He changed.

You noticed that he was different. Maybe the way that he smiled less than usual, or maybe because you guys started to see each other just once a week, but you knows that he's working a lot.

Chan always worked a lot, you never complain about that because you knew what you were about to live with him as your boyfriend. He's the best that you could ask really! even when he prefer to produce without breaks even if you go to visit him.

You're looking at him, in his desk in his room, as you lay down on the bed waiting for him to join you and finally sleep. But he seems too distant, too focus to notice that you're looking at him.

"Baby?"

You whispers, trying to catch his attention but his headphones on his ears are too loud for him to hear. So you decide to stand up, walking casually behind him, stroking slowly his large shoulders. "y/n go back to the bed, I'm gonna be done in 10."

His voice it's so raw, he stayed in silence for a couple hours and you decide to indulge him, nodding lightly and you go back to the bed, laying down with your phone.

After thirty minutes Chris it's still on his computer, his hands press against his face with a deep sigh, "chan, please come here."

"Just shut y/n, I need to finish this, you're such a gold digger." Silence. What he just said?

"What?" you whispers, surprised by his own words, "why you're being such a jerk now?"

Chan groan shaking his head, arching his back forward on the desk with a sad smirk. He's feeling so overwhelmed by all the things around him, his thoughts run fast as his words, "You're being a fucking pain in the ass, just shut up and leave me alone."

You just stand up, your eyes full of tears, 'pain in the ass', 'gold digger', you swallow hardly as he breath deeply. You guys never fight like this, you never feel this humiliated like this. "I'm leaving, I'm not coming back."

You whispers, your knuckles start to be white for how strong you're holding your clothes in your hands. Chan doesn't even look at you, he's still focus on his laptop with his headphones on. He seems to not care, so you just grab your backpack, filling with all of your stuff.

You don't want to see him anymore. You're done. This is the type of love that Chan created. That you, create.

[rreskk]

Monthly waits

Summary: Trevor always finds a way to relieve your cramps... 

Pairings: Fem!reader/Trevor

Word count: 426

TW: -Smut

He had blood staining his teeth, a grin so everlasting and fiery. He was tucked between your legs, mouth painted shades of red as he declared unfinished. You pushed against the pillows and arched your back when his nose reconned with your sex, antagonising your neediness and submerging into a land of pain free fantasy. Trevor soon licked through your bloodied pussy and desired for more. Routing, affirming his prejudice, and drowsing in your clit. His eyes rolled at the back of his head, muffling out sweet melodies and lullabies.

“Trevor!-“ You cried out.

Your menstrual cycle was Trevor’s most favourite time of the month. It makes the scenery special, having your blood cake him as he’d relieve you from the agony. The bed was all false under your touch. Suddenly you were flying with crowds. He made you feel beyond satisfied. The warm tongue syncing and swirling around, hitting and abusing your sensitive spot like no other. Although it was uncommon for him to crawl and eat you out; it’s his speciality of making it worth the time.

“Oh my god!”

Trevor’s stubble left burn marks across your inner thigh while his head bobs up and down to confront all your sex. His hands were bruising your ankles since you had the tendencies to close your legs whenever a wave of tickles dominated your lower stomach. The reflex would catch him of guard too often and Trevor’s face would be suffocated and enclosed. Now you were restrained from any further reflexes, his palms were sweaty and rubbing against your skin, travelling up your legs and massaging any muscle he found.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Streamed tears dampened your cheeks, “I’M GOING TO-“

He yearned outwardly and released himself from your pussy, breathing heavily as you came. Trevor was quick to kiss your thighs when you experienced your orgasm, leaving bloodied prints of his lips. You were sweating with ungodly intentions. He was panting and heaving, his chest rising heavily but a cat-like smirk remained merry and fine. He smoothly traced his fingers across your stomach and the man hovered over your ecstatic body.

“Feelin’ good?” He’d murmured before planting kisses on your cheeks.

Your relationship with him was mutually sexual. Many occasions you’d find yourself in bed with this man, many occasions you’ve accidentally called him a boyfriend. Trevor Philips does not classify his status with anyone. He feared labels, an exaggeration really… But he was against it. Boyfriend or not, he was equally as compassionate and devoted to spending quality time, including now.

“Never better.”

[thexwayward]

📕 cyrus, kit, abraham

send 📕 and my muse will tell you three books they would take with them on a deserted island

ABRAHAM -

"Deserted Island, books. Okay, lemme think. For sure Edgar Allan Poe's Greatest Hits, because I love 'em all, but the Black Cat is my favorite. Second, uh? Shit. I've suddenly forgotten every book I've ever read. Oh! Okay, so there's this book called Breathe: A Ghost Story, and fucked if I remember who wrote it, but I read it in high school and I vividly remember it being so fucking good and so fucking sad that I was like: 'no fuckin way this is for fuckin teenagers, what the fuck?'. I don't remember much, but I'd like to read it again and there's no better place for that shit than a desert island, so fuck it, right? and, uhhh... Third would be??? The Simarillion, i guess, because I still haven't finished it, like an asshole. AH! No! I lied- I want Batman # 426, 427 and 428 which is the "A Death In The Family" series where Jason Todd gets taken by the Joker and then fucking killed. Those can all count as one, since it's like chapters or whatever. That's my third choice."

CYRUS -

"I don't see much use for books on a deserted island save for kindling, but I'll humor you. First is The Andromeda Strain by Michael Crichton. Second would be Pride and Prejudice. Third is gonna be The Green Mile by Stephen King."

KITTY -

"Shit, that's tough. Most of my favorite books are parts in a series, and since I can't take the whole series, then what's the point of even picking one out of the line up? If I could take the whole box set of the Chronicles of Prydain, I would. Maybe something along the lines of How To Survive On A Deserted Island For Idiots would be more pragmatic? Since I'm stuck on the fucking thing, and all. There's no fun in that, though, so I'll suck it up and just answer the damn question. I'm gonna go with Perfume: The Story of a Murderer, Interview with the Vampire and The Last Unicorn."

[ssamorganhotchner]

I posted 2,729 times in 2021

426 posts created (16%)

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For every post I created, I reblogged 5.4 posts.

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Longest Tag: 57 characters

#i will forever be on my knees for this man 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

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165 notes • Posted 2021-11-04 07:23:05 GMT

#4

does anyone else see the cowlick on top of Aaron Hotchner’s head and just 🥺🥺

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204 notes • Posted 2021-09-10 16:00:35 GMT

#3

Teachers Pet - Part 2

The rest of the night went by effortlessly. With everyone (including yourself) plastered and in high spirits, the little stunt that Hotch had pulled earlier was the furthest thing from your mind. That was, until he dropped you off at your apartment. Going inside and kicking off your shoes, you throw your phone down on the kitchen counter and walk into your bathroom to take a warm shower- slowly washing the night off of your body.

Stepping out of the shower and wrapping yourself in a big fluffy towel, you saunter into the kitchen and check your phone when a message catches your eye that nearly renders you speechless—

(2:08am) HOTchner: Tomorrow after work, 5:30. My office. Don’t be late.

You gasp with widening eyes and nearly drop the phone. Flustered and worried, a million thoughts start running through your head.

Am I in trouble? Did I do something wrong? Oh fuck. Is this about what happened at Rossi’s? Is he mad at me for flirting? Shit I'm going to get fired. I am SO fucking fired. No, wait! H-he flirted back, right? Didn’t he? Yeah.. yeah he did. Hold on... is he saying what I think he’s saying? Is he- is he serious?

It can’t be. No, absolutely not. There is no way Mr. Stickler-For-The-Rules Aaron Hotchner is talking about fucking in his office. Right?

Deciding to make him wait (and stalling so you can regain some composure), you walk into the bedroom and put on some pajamas before plopping down on your bed and thinking about what to say. Giggling, you type a response:

(2:15am) Or what, Agent Hotchner?

So you decided to be playful, what’s the worst that could happen?

Not ten seconds later your phone rings, “HOTchner” flashing on the screen.

Fuck.

Anxious and still incredibly intoxicated, you take a deep breath and clear your throat. Putting on your best professional voice in hopes Hotch doesn’t see straight through it, you answer:

“Agent Y/L/N”

“Really Y/N?”

“Really what, Hotch? I have no idea what you’re talking about” you ask, smiling to yourself and leaning against the headboard. Silence fills the other end of the line and you hear a chuckle.

“I think you know what, Agent Y/L/N. Don’t be a brat. Didn't anyone in the academy teach you not to disrespect authority? When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it without giving me an attitude or questioning me. Now I won’t say it again, meet me at my office tomorrow after work. 5:30, don’t be late.”

Breath hitching in your throat you reply, “Yes, Sir.”

“Oh and Y/N?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“You don’t want to find out what happens if you don’t show up. I suggest you get plenty of sleep. You’re going to need it.” And with that, he hung up.

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264 notes • Posted 2021-10-12 14:22:17 GMT

#2

Teachers Pet - Part 3

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Parings: Aaron Hotchner x (fem!)reader

Word Count: 4k; y'all I got carried away.

Tags: 18+ NSFW, Role play, Spit kink, Dom/sub, Professor-kink, Spanking, Sir kink, Degradation, Dirty talk, Language, Oral (both m/f receiving), Unprotected sex

Summary: A certain unit chief helps bring reader's fantasy to life.

Authors Note: Oh I think you know where this is going ;) Please let me know what you all think! And thank you so much for all of the support and encouragement! I love all of you!

Again, this is my first smutty fanfic and I still have absolutely no clue what I'm doing. Please, please be nice! Credits again go to the lovely Elle (@scuttling) for proofreading for me. ❤️Happy reading (:

Part 1

Part 2

“Thank you for meeting me so late, Professor Hotchner,” you say, walking into his office while closing (and locking) the door behind you.

“It’s not a problem, Y/n. How can I help you?” he asks looking up from his paperwork. With eyes focused on you, he motions to sit across from him.

Clearing your throat and taking a seat, you begin. “I um, just have a couple of questions about this case you gave us for the take home test, sir.”

Sitting back in his chair, he crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow at you.

“You know I can’t help you with that, Y/n. As much as I would love to, it’s a test for a reason. I need to see what you know.”

His expression is unreadable and if you didn’t know any better, you would think he is serious. Damn he’s good. Glancing down at the file in your hands, you bite your lip and look up at him through your lashes.

“Please, Professor Hotchner? I'll do anything for your help… anything,” you say, batting your eyelashes.

Standing from his chair, he walks over to you. “Anything?” He hums, lifting your chin to look at him. “Tell me, Is that the only reason you asked to meet in my office this late at night, Y/n?”

Clenching your legs together, you feel a shiver of arousal go down your spine.

“Yes, sir.”

Lifting his thumb onto your lip, his voice darkens. “Are you lying to me, Y/n? If you are, there will be consequences, so I would be honest if I were you.”

“Sir, um, I- I-”

Leaning in closer he interrupts, “What, cat got your tongue, Ms. Y/n? Are you wanting me so bad that you can’t even speak?,” he mocks.

Your eyes grow wide at that.

Smirking he says “Oh that got a reaction out of you didn’t it, little one? You don’t think I see the way you look at me in class everyday? The way you strip me with your eyes when I’m walking around the classroom?” Hovering his lips over yours, he continues. “Or how about with one glance, I can tell that you will do anything to get that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock? Is that why you need help? Hmm? Is your mind so full of my cock that you can’t think about anything else? You think I don’t notice, but I do. I notice everything about you, baby.” Letting go of your face he says, “Now stand up.”

You quickly oblige, sitting the files down on his desk, when suddenly he’s grabbing you by the neck, slamming his lips against yours in a ferece, hot kiss. The taste of his lips, the taste of his tongue, the taste of him- coffee with a hint of sweetness- is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before; and now that you’ve tasted him once, you don’t ever want to stop. Breaking the kiss, you breathe hard, smile, and bite your lip. His eyes grow dark as he presses his growing cock against you and spreads your legs open.

Grabbing a handful of your hair, he yanks it back to gain access to the base of your neck. Kissing and biting at the bottom of your neck, he works his way up to your earlobe and growls, his hot breath against it. “You want me to fuck you against my desk, Ms. Y/n?,” he asks.

With knees growing weak by the second, you close your eyes and try to catch your breath. Grabbing the ruler he had earlier, he brutally smacks your ass with it, forcing a yelp to fall from your lips.

“I am talking to you, Y/n,” he mumbles against your skin. The vibrations of his husky voice across your throat cause a whimper to slip past your lips.

“Yes. Yes, Hotch,” you moan.

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386 notes • Posted 2021-10-17 00:10:22 GMT

#1

Teacher's Pet - Part 1

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Parings: Aaron Hotchner x (fem!)reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Tags: 18+/NSFW for language and sex talk, case talk, TW assault, feelings, flirty Aaron Hotchner, flirty reader

Summary: Working at the BAU isn't easy, but it's even more complicated when the reader has a crush on her unit chief-and everyone knows about it but him.

Authors Note: Hi everyone!! I am so incredibly excited to share this. Please please be nice because this is my VERY first fanfic ever and I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing. I want to give a special thanks to @wishuhadstayed for giving me inspiration and helping my anxiety writing it, @hotforhotchner11 for encouraging me, and @scuttling for proofreading it!

Part 2

Part 3

The last case the BAU worked was something straight out of a horror movie. After doing everything possible to get to the latest victim, Emma, it still didn’t seem like enough. Yes the unsub was in custody and Emma was found safe, but he still brutally assaulted and murdered four women. As you sit there on the jet looking outside you wonder if sometimes the job is even worth it. Emma was saved and you and the team were able to get to her, but because of what the unsub did to her she will be severely traumatized and may never fully recover; it’s just really hard to be happy about cases that end like this. As you sit there and think about how her life is going to be after all of this is over, Hotch puts his hand on your shoulder and pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, are you alright”

“Y-yeah. Yeah everything is good” you lie, giving him a small smile. Sinking into the chair across from you he gives you a knowing look. You look down at your lap and sigh. With a weak voice you finally speak up.

“Okay no. No I’m not okay Hotch. How can I be? You saw how we found Emma. Hotch she will have to go the rest of her life trying to get over the trauma he put her through and she’s still so young. We are the same age… how- how can someone get over that? I can’t even imagine.”

When you finally look up at him, his image is blurry and that’s when you realize you had been crying. Trying to wipe your tears before he saw them, he stands quickly and moves over to sit next to you. Opening his arms for a comforting hug, he pulls you into him. When you look up at him, the tears start flowing even harder. Wrapping his arms around you, he moves one of his hands up and down your back. Laying your head on his broad chest, the smell of his cologne and the steady beat of his heart slowly soothe your frayed nerves. When you pull back he is already looking at you.

“Y/N, she is okay. I promise you she is. She needs time to heal, but she has her whole family there to help her through it. She isn’t alone. Right now she’s happy she’s alive and that’s because of you. You made the connection that brought her back to her family. Y/N you should be so proud of that. I am very proud of you. You did well.” His praise made your heart flutter and through happy tears, a smile began to form on your face.

Aaron Hotchner is not a man who gives praise often, but when he does you know he means it. Through more tears you hug him firmly. “Thank you, Hotch. Thank you so much.” He grips you harder and whispers back “anytime.”

While you had been at the BAU for close to two years, your relationship with Hotch went much further back. Unbeknownst to the other members of the BAU team was the fact that he had been your professor for two of your classes while you were in the FBI Academy. It wasn’t actually a secret that he used to be your professor, but in fear of the team thinking you were only there because of Hotch, you kept that bit of information to yourself. It’s not like you would ask for any favors from him, right?

As much as you didn’t want the team knowing about the little crush you had on the Unit Chief, they found out – and they teased you relentlessly for it. So when the jet landed back at Quantico and Rossi invited everyone out for pasta night at his prominent “mansion,” in fear of being teased all night, you instinctively decline.

Hurriedly gathering your go-bag and files from your desk, you feel a warm presence behind you. The aroma of cedarwood and pine fill your senses and you turn to find Hotch’s penetrating gaze looking right at you. With nervousness sweeping over you, you try to look anywhere but directly at him.

“H-hey Hotch, what’s up?” you stutter as you’re still trying to gather up your things with clammy hands.

“Hey, are you alright?” he asks putting a warm hand on your shoulder. You sigh and look down. Dragging your eyes from his shoes all the way up his tall frame, you look into his deep dark brown eyes. His hair is tousled like he had been running his fingers through it and he had his suit jacket thrown over his arm.

Oh my holy fuck he looks so hot in that suit. What I would give to grab him by his thick, juicy thighs and wrap my lips arou— God Y/N snap out of it! He is your boss for crying out loud! Get it together, please!

You cough and avert your gaze somewhere else in the bullpen. Really, anywhere but on him. “Um, yeah. Yeah Hotch I’m fine I promise. I just really want to get home and get clear my head. Thank you though.” He lifts his hand off of your shoulder and you give him a soft smile.

The side of his mouth moved up into a smirk. “You know, you can clear your head while eating pasta with us at Rossi’s. It would be nice to have all of us together somewhere other than a police precinct. It won’t be the same without you… just think about it, okay?”

Why does he want me to go so bad?

Smiling and sitting your stuff back down onto your desk, you let out a small breath. “Okay. Yeah, I’ll think about it. But only if you come too. There needs to be at least one responsible person there with us.”

“Responsible?” he says, still smirking at you.

“Yeah! You know. To make sure no one does anything dumb or anything they might regret later. Especially after the case we just had.”

“Dumb huh? Do you plan on doing anything dumb Y/n?”

Still smirking at you, you feel your face burn under his gaze.

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390 notes • Posted 2021-10-06 17:03:58 GMT

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[writing-for-me-at-this-point]

Gambling God(dess)/Deity | Mammon | HC’s

Request: Hello! Would you be okay with writing a headcanon-oneshot with Mammon with an mc who’s really good at like tricking people into giving them money, like conning them or scamming but their really good so hardly anyone notices? If that makes sense aa I’m not to good at short descriptions ;v; please and thank you + aaa I’m sorry I’m back I just thought of a hopefully better explanation for the mammon an Mc headcanon/oneshot, Mc would be like gambit in the way of either cons or overall gambling . Their real charming and seem to never lose at any cabling game ( their not cheating it counting cards their just unnaturally good at it kinda like super powers c; lol ) like they just either charm you into buying something from them that you may or may not have wanted or take everything you have in gambling

Word Count: 426 words

Page Count: 1.4 pages

A.N. Hope you guys like this!

M A M M O N 

- So, with your skills in conning and scamming people, the whole point of it is to lay low.

- Be lowkey about your activities.

- But gambling?

- Oh bitch you never need to con or cheat, you've made lady luck your bitch, and now you're smoking a cigar in bed next to her.

- He would only find out about your gambling when he takes you out to the casino.

- And your scamming when he needs ideas.

- MF is S H O O K when you help him out, and holy shit, it adds up.

- He tries your tips out, brings you with him, and the stacks ya'll bring back?

- B I T C H

- "What? That's it? I usually can get twice as much. Huh. Looks like we need to practice, right?"

- Marry him.

- "Yes, ma'am/sir!" / "Yeah, partner!"

- Ready to practice any time with you ;)

- Will definitely listen to you more often, I mean, you help him get money all the time so why wouldn't he?

- You know those movie nights ya'll have?

- They turn into plans for his next scam.

- He's always switching things up, being more lowkey with his comings, which surprise his brothers.

- Why isn't he talking about his plans anymore??

- Is this manz okay???

- His bill/card isn't maxed out because now he's got money, but that doesn't mean it lasts forever, so he'll have his hiccups.

- Lucifer would probably be less harsh with these hiccups as well, still give him hour-long lectures, but less hanging from the ceiling.

- Will bring you to the Casino to win for him.

- Will pamper the fuck outta the both of you with the money he gets.

- I can see him becoming more protective, because some demons may not take their losses well, and he can't having anything happen to his partner in crime.

- He still runs from issues (when they get physical) because he doesn't really find worth in the petty fights, but he can 99.9% of the time, talk himself out of his issues.

- It calms him knowing you can charm yourself out of a situation, but will still take the fall, or talk for you.

- He'd rather not take any chances.

- Will get ya'll matching gold chains that hang right over your pact marks, with a small raven/crow pendent hanging from it.

- Will get you guys matching sunglasses, made of platinum and lined with gold, and yes- your neck hurts a bit.

- But ya'll look fucking FINE.

- Trendsetter? Who?

- Mammon and his human that's who.

[myriadimagines]

Hello!!! Could you do 89 & 72 with either bucky or tony?? Completely up to you!! :) <33

Characters: Reader x Tony Stark

Warnings: —

Prompt: 72. “Fuck it, a new year is about to start, and I can’t go another year hiding this from you — I love you.” & 89. “Are you still mad because I ate the last cookie?”

Word Count: 426

A/N: hope u like it love!!

NOT ACCEPTING ANYMORE HOLIDAY DRABBLES!

Tony walks into the common room, raising an eyebrow as he sees you sitting on the couch. You look up at him, and pointedly look away, and Tony lets out a sigh as he asks, “Still on the silent treatment, I see.”

You don’t respond, and Tony chuckles to himself. He’s noticed you’ve become distant ever since the holiday party he had thrown a few days ago, a big affair with the Avengers and lots of other acquaintances. Unfortunately for him, Tony’s not aware of the reason why you’re ignoring him. And you feel almost silly when you think about the reason too much, but your emotions constantly get the better of you. After seeing Tony talking to another person at the party, in what looked like a flirtatious exchange, you found yourself overcome with jealousy. 

“Oh, I get what’s happening,” Tony nods, sitting beside you on the couch. You turn to look at him, and he asks, “Are you still mad because I ate the last cookie?”

You stare at him, bewildered. “What?”

“It’s fine, you can admit it,” Tony waves his hand. “I get it, seriously. Steve told me you were saving it. Hey, I’d be mad too.”

“Tony, that’s not what—” you splutter, your frustration going over the edge. You don’t even remember Tony eating the last of the cookies that Steve had baked for everyone last week. Throwing your hands up in the air, you blurt, “Screw it, a new year is about to start, and I can’t go another year hiding this from you — I love you. And I got so jealous seeing you at the party the other day, I just... I don’t know, okay?”

Tony blinks at you, momentarily shocked, before his lips quirk into a mischievous smile. And you hate how attractive he looks, how you’re almost tempted to smile back, and Tony teases, “So you were jealous?”

“Shut up.” you huff, folding your arms across your chest. “You’re so irritating.”

“Hey, hey! I’m sorry!” Tony can’t help but laugh, shuffling closer to you on the couch. He leans into you, and your breath hitches as he winks at you, continuing, “For the record though, you really don’t have anything to be jealous about. I was trying to get you alone at that party all night, you know.” 

You stare at him, thinking Tony is playing a prank on you. But his gaze remains on yours, and you can feel your cheeks getting hot. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” Tony nods, and your heart skips a beat in your chest.

[neverheardnothing]

hello. over my tumblr break a few months ago i got bored enough to count the frequencies of every word in joe iconis songs and i don’t know what else to do with this info so here y’all go. every word in joe iconis songs with 10+ occurrences in descending order but i also factored out the 250 most common words in the english language badly (warning, this is a 484 item long list).

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[alleiradayne]

My Old School

Summary: Dean meets Elizabeth on the Chicago University campus. Square Filled: College AU Warnings/Tags: Fluffs, anger, hatred, mentions of unwanted sexual advances, and a weird turn into Dean’s depression. Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester/Elizabeth Andersson Word Count: 1,230 A/N: For @spnfluffbingo2019​​, this fills the square College AU. Thank you, as always, to @atc74​​ for beta’ing. Song: My Old School by Steely Dan

“Alright, project proposals are due next week,” the professor started. “If you have a vehicle of your own you’d like to work on, that’s perfect. Otherwise, we have project cars you can pick from. Everyone gets their own. You’ll be working solo. See you next week.”

Dean hefted his bag over his shoulder and shuffled from his desk. Last to leave, he approached the classroom door and took a step over the threshold only to run solidly into another person as she barreled right through him.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” the woman said as she whirled about. “Are you okay?”

When Dean looked to her, the entire world stopped. So blonde. And Tall. With big hazel eyes, a prominent nose, and full lips, she stared at him as Dean tried to think. At first, he assumed her lost in the wrong building of Chicago’s labyrinthine campus. But his eyes darted to her fingers to find them stained black and brown, and her coveralls hung on her hips, half-zipped and full of grease and brake dust.

She was a mechanics student. Just like him.

“Winchester?”

Dean’s eyes snapped to his professor’s desk. “Yes, sir?”

“The lady asked you a question,” he said.

Dean shook his head. “Yeah, I’m… I’m fine,” he said as he held out his hand. “Dean.”

“Winchester?” she asked with a smirk as she took his hand and squeezed.

“Yeah,” Dean chanced another look at his professor. “You’re… I haven’t seen you in class yet.”

“Elizabeth,” she said as she released his hand. “And you wouldn’t. I’m a junior.”

Older? Dean liked older women. “Elizabeth,” he repeated. “You busy?”

“Winchester! I have a meeting with Ms. Andersson. Do you mind?!” the professor barked.

“I’ll wait,” he whispered as he pointed to the door and turned for it.

Elizabeth winked over her shoulder in response as she turned for their instructor’s desk and eyed Dean head to toe and back before looking away.

Oh, he was absolutely getting laid tonight.

Twenty minutes later, the door of the classroom burst open and Elizabeth strode into the hallway. “Fucking piece of shit.” The door slammed shut behind her with a jerk of her arm. “God, what a fucking asshole.”

Dean stood from the bench upon which he had slumped and approached her. “What’s going on? He didn’t…”

Elizabeth startled as though she had not seen him. “Dean?”

“I said I’d wait,” he said. “Did he try something in there?”

She bristled as a disgusted frown contorted her too-pretty face. “No. He’s just giving me a hard time. And not because he wants me to drop out of the program. He’s putting me through the ringer because he knows the industry. He’s prepping me for the real world. And I fucking hate it.”

“Well that’s bullshit,” Dean stated.

Elizabeth started down the hallway with a scoff. “No, he’s right.”

“Bullshit,” Dean repeated as he skipped a step to keep up with her. “No shop would ever treat a woman employee like shit if they wanted to keep her. And any shop worth their salt wants any employee they can get if they’re a half-decent mechanic.”

She rolled her eyes as she asked, “Oh, yeah? And how many shops have you worked in?”

“Five.”

She backpedaled at that. “Why are you in school now? You have way more experience.”

“Eh, those were just gigs to make some money,” he said. “I always wanted to go to school, but I never wanted to end up in debt for it. So, I’m a freshman that can buy his own booze.”

Her hearty chuckle filled the hallway, and Dean swore to himself that he would hear her laugh every day for the rest of his life. “Good,” she said. “I don’t want to have to buy you beer tonight.”

“Tonight?’ Dean asked.

She curled a lock of her blonde waves behind her ear. “Yeah. We’re going out tonight, right? Or did I read this entirely wrong? Are you g—”

“No!” Dean stuttered. “I mean… if the right guy came along, I wouldn’t turn him down, but I…” He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. “Most women either wait for me to ask them out or turn me down immediately before I even tell them my name.”

“Well, the former group is oblivious, and the latter is fucking rude,” Elizabeth stated as though it were a fact. “I’m no idiot. I saw your jaw hit the floor in Professor Fuckface’s office when you looked at me. I’m surprised you didn’t ask me out then and there.”

Christ, what a breath of fresh air. No games, no frills. Just a night out with another mechanic. Dean pushed through the heavy door of the building and ushered Elizabeth into the setting spring sunlight. “What are you working on?’

Her entire face lit up brighter than any star he had ever seen. “My baby.”

“Oh?” he mused with a lilt to his voice. “What kinda baby?”

“Val,” she started. “A 1974 ‘Cuda. 426 hemi. White, matte black hood, black and tan interior.”

Dean gaped. “That’s… that’s huge.”

Elizabeth smirked. “That’s what she said. What about you, Winchester? What’s your project car?”

“Well, now I’m a little embarrassed to even say it,” he muttered as they descended the steps.

“Oh, c’mon, we’re not comparing dicks, they’re just cars. They’re all beautiful. Like tits,” she said as she motioned to her chest.

His laughter echoed through the quad as Dean clutched his stomach. “They kind of are, aren’t they? Never really thought of Baby that way.”

“Oh, Baby? I’m intrigued. What is she?” Elizabeth said.

“A 1967 Impala. 327. All black, black and tan interior,” Dean said with a wistful smile. “She belonged to my dad before I got her.”

Her smile fell as her hand, gentler than he had anticipated, warmed his shoulder. “Oh… oh no, I’m so sorry.”

“No! Don’t be, it’s alright,” Dean started. “It was a few years ago. Sam and I are working through it together. We’re okay.”

“What about… should I even ask?” Elizabeth started.

“Our mom died when we were kids,” he started. “I was four, Sam was six months.”

Silence descended on their walk, stretching uncomfortably as Dean struggled to find something else to say. He hadn’t thought about John in a few months. But there wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t think about Mary. And Sam, too. Though they were few, he had memories of the three of them, Sam just starting in on baby food, and Mary cutting up his food at the kitchen table. Tears blurred his vision unexpectedly, and Dean turned away, hoping Elizabeth hadn’t seen.

Maybe she had. Maybe she hadn’t. Either way, she was the smartest woman Dean had ever met. She walked with him, quiet and unassuming, giving him the space to be but for the warmth of her hand as it slipped into his. He squeezed it, harder than he had meant, but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she squeezed back just as hard.

“Hey, Dean?”

“Yeah?” he choked.

“Would you like to just go back to my place and relax? I’ve got plenty of whiskey. No expectations. Just good company. Whatever happens, happens.”

He breathed a sigh of such profound relief, Elizabeth laughed, and Dean couldn’t help but laugh with her.

“That sounds perfect.”

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ALLEIRADAYNE’S SPN FLUFF BINGO MASTERLIST

ALLEIRADAYNE’S SPN MASTER LIST

The Whole Thang:

@atc74  @hannahindie @bevans87  @meganwinchester1999  @plaidedani  @oneshoeshort @jonogueira @andkatiethings @elfinmox @wonderfulworldofwinchester @princessofthefandomrealm  @just-another-busyfangirl @jmekitchens @81mysteriouslyme @dolphincliffs  @seenashwrite  @canadianspnhunter  @meowmeow-motherfucker @depressed-moose-78 @staycejo1 @hobby27  @pretty-fortune @mypopculturediva @fanfictionjunkie1112 @sandlee44 @4llmywr1tings @claitynroberts @maddiepants @scarletluvscas @donnaintx @blackeyedangel9805 @rainflowermoon @winchesterprincessbride  @lazinessisalliknow @the-is13 @waywardafgrandma​ @keymology​ @sister-winchesters99​ @amanda-teaches

Dean’s Dames (Jensen):

@supernatural-jackles​​ @jerkbitchidjitassbutt​​ @akshi8278​​

[thottywise]

Caught (Pennywise x reader)

woohoo ! a quick little smut with sub!penny inspired by emma’s previous drawing (sorry there’s no gag in this 😭) -natalie 🌻

RATING: MA

WARNINGS: Am I ever NOT writing smut ? language

SUMMARY: You catch Penny as he thinks about you while having “alone time”

WORD COUNT: 426

You were headed to your boyfriend Penny’s house for a day of quality time as the two of you had been busy all week. All you wanted was a whole day spent in your lovers arms. A small smile hung on your face as you entered his house as your thoughts wandered. Penny’s eyes, his hair, those gorgeously plump lips. Your thoughts stopped in their tracks as you opened the front door only to be greeted by the all too familiar sounds of Penny’s moans and grunts.

A wicked smirk spread across your face as you walked into the bedroom where the scrumptious sounds were originating from. Penny was sitting on his bed, back hunched as he furiously worked on his member “Y-Y/N” “Yes darling ?” He froze, head turning to face you and a soft blush rose to his cheeks as you approached him, undoing the buttons on your shirt “I heard you moaning for me baby, what do you want ?” Penny’s mouth was agape as he fished for the words he so desperately wanted to say. He wanted you. So bad.

You pushed him back gently, climbing onto the bed and straddling him as your now undone shirt slipped from your shoulders. Precum was dripping down his shaft as he eagerly went to continue touching himself. “Oh no, baby, I’m in charge now” He stared up at you, shocked by your dominance. You unbuttoned your shorts with one hand while the other wrapped around his dainty wrists, holding them above his head. His head fell back and his eyes rolled into his head as your wet core rubbed along his cock “Y/N please” You smirked “Do you want me to fuck you?” He nodded vigorously and you pushed the fabric of your panties aside, guiding the head of his cock to your hole and rocking forward a bit, prompting a loud moan to erupt from your lovers mouth. Oh that mouth.

Your hips fell flush with his as his full member filled you up and the two of you moaned in unison as you began to fuck Penny. He was putty in your hands as you bounced on his dick, repeating your name like a prayer as you fucked him hard. He didn’t last long, cumming hard into you. You stopped, pleased with your work as you looked down at the blissed out face of your love. Pressing gentle kisses down his neck to his chest, you got yourself comfortable in his arms. Now this was how you had hoped today would go.

reminder that we DO take requests !! and i know emma hasn’t been active but i have a weird feeling that she’ll be posting something very soon 😉

[weirdochick56]

Enhanced- Bucky Barnes Chapter Five

Bucky Barnes x Mutant!reader

Warnings: Depression. Suicide attempt mentioning. Angst. Self-deprecative thoughts. Psychiatrist. Explicit language.

Disclaimers: I don’t own any of the MCU plots/characters mentioned.

Word Count: 3, 426 words

Read Chapter Four Here!!

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(Gif’s not mine!)

When hospital staff had escorted you to a secure part of the hospital, a brand new wing, you were perplexed as fuck. But it all became clear soon enough.

You stare at the woman, your face contorted into a seemingly everlasting frown. “I’m not doing that.”

She sighs and seems to be holding back her exasperation. “Ms. Y/l/n, you want to leave right?”

You stare at her warily for a few seconds before slowly nodding.

“Good. Then you shouldn’t have an issue answering my questions, correct?”

You sigh, sitting up on the bed and staring at her in the eyes. “Yes, I do actually. What is there to evaluate?” you huff. “I’m fucking depressed...boo hoo. How fucking sad. But so is the rest of the fucking world. Things don’t just...come to an abrupt halt upon my suicide attempt. I’m sure you have other patients to get to.” You motion to her. “So just, do us both a favor and assign me a fucking therapist that I’m probably never going to visit so we can both get on with our lives.”

The psychiatrist sent by director Fury, Dr. Sheryl, stares at you with an unwavering gaze. Years of training, you suppose. Not that it mattered to you either way. She was going to regret accepting the director’s offer to come here for you if she continued being so insistent on making you do this damn psyche evaluation.

“Ms.Y/l/n. I don't think you have complete grasp of the severity of what you did.” she speaks in a soft voice. “Which is completely okay. Because that’s why I’m here. To help you understand that what you did was not for the greater good. That you matter to-”

You cut her off briskly. “Listen, Dr. Sheryl. I appreciate you giving me this whole rehearsed speech or whatever, but I don’t require pity from you. What I chose to do...it was something I was ready to accept the reality of. And I’m not expecting you to understand that. So whatever offer director Fury offered you- it doesn’t matter.”

She stares at you closely, examining you and your words with precision. And you can’t help but avert your gaze from her utterly scrutinizing one. She looked straight at you, into your soul. Like she could see the real you, which you suppose is possible under the correctly-trained eye. “Y/n. I’m not doing this because I pity you. I’m doing this because this is what I chose to do. It’s my job. Now, answer the questions please.” She looks at you pleadingly and you can tell she’s exhausted but so are you.

Of this place, of this situation, of not being able to talk to  Bucky or Steve about what had been going on between them over the past few days you’d been stuck in this damn hellhole.

And quite frankly? Dr. Sheryl wasn’t helping you. You were getting really, really angry.

“Dr. Sheryl,” you begin calmly. “I assume you know who I am correct?” You were referring to your ranking in S.H.I.E.L.D. If she was trusted enough by Fury to evaluate you, you suppose she already knew about your powers.

She sighs. “No Y/n. I know of you.”

You knew that she was trying to be clever. Intimidate you with her mind games to make you talk about things you just weren’t going to. She knew of you, but not you directly. She wanted to, apparently. But no one did. Not really. If she got to know the real you, you’re sure she’d be absolutely horrified.

How could a normal person like her understand your pains? The true “severity” of the consequences of you being alive? It wasn’t for the greater good that you survived. It would only end up like last time. The Avengers -Steve in particular- clearly had no more hope left in you, so why should you hang onto anything?

But what about Bucky? Your mind reminds and you shut it up, locking the thought away in a part of your brain labeled FORBIDDEN. Thoughts of someone as amazing, strong, handsome and enticing as Bucky having hope in someone as worthless as you, were unwanted. Mostly because you knew it could never happen and holding onto hope was useless and would only end in heartbreak.

“That’s good enough. Knowing of me surely means you know that if I get too upset I’m going to blow up this whole damn place,” you stare at her in the eye, unflinchingly still. It wasn’t entirely true. I mean, you'd been training to control your powers for the longest time so getting a little upset wasn’t enough to set off your powers and obviously, you weren’t actually going blow up a place filled with a bunch of innocent people. You could if you wanted to, sure, but you would never go through with such an atrocity. Not after-

She gulps harshly, annoyed by your statement. “Ms. Y/l/n. Are you threatening me?”

You shrug, leaning back into the stiff hospital bed. “Take it how you will doc, but if something does happen because you can’t shut your trap...” you trail off, snapping your fingers and playing around with the small flame on the tips of your thumb and middle finger. The small flame danced fluidly along as you wiggle your fingers, pressing them together. You turn your gaze to Dr. Sheryl and almost feel bad when you see her slightly trembling.

You snap your fingers again, turning the flame off. “It’s on you.”

She gulps, determined, it seemed, when she responded in a slightly shaky voice. “Does that hurt you? I mean it mustn’t, but I’m curious about it.”

Oh, God.

You sigh exasperatedly because she clearly wasn’t caving at your subtle threats. “No, it doesn’t hurt me. It kinda warms my soul actually. It’s a part of me now.” You look up at her evenly. “It can hurt others though.”

She shivers and you hold back a smirk. “Wanna touch it?” you wiggle your brows, opening the palm of your hand and holding out your finger, which looked more like a miniature candle the way it was lit up than anything else.

She chuckles nervously. “No thanks.” she looks down at her clipboard. “Now, since when have you had these thoughts? Are there specific moments or-”

Holy fucking shit, this woman was un-fucking-breakable.

You’ve had just about enough of her and this nauseating place.

You smile at her sickeningly sweet. “Well, sorry to cut this little visit short doc, but,” you grunt, hopping off the bed with as much strength as your aching muscles could muster. “I’m not staying here and quite honestly, I don’t have to stay here to listen to you ramble on like you somehow want to know me or what I’m going through,” you rip the IV’s out of your arm without so much as flinching, ignoring her protests as you slide your way over you the armchair near the door and gather a new set of clothing into your arms.

Thank God for Wanda Maximoff.

“But you can’t leave! We aren’t done with the evaluation and Director Fury-”

You pause at the door whirling around to face her. “Director Fury should be able to understand that I’m way past getting professional help. I’ve been broken for a long time.” And with that you storm out, slamming the door behind you.

*

You make it a quick job to slide into a hospital bathroom discreetly and slip on the outfit Wanda had given you as to not alert hospital staff who you supposed were on the lookout for you. A simple t-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a hoodie. Nothing too flashy, but what else was there to expect when you’ve just almost ended your life?

Not to mention it was incredibly convenient when a bunch of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were looking aimlessly for you.

You snicker as you walk right past them, you hoodie shielding your face as you step out of the hospital a free woman.

Finally.

***

You don’t expect the Avengers to be there when you get to the tower. They all had things to do, a world to save. So why were they there?

Where they waiting for you? 

As soon as you step into the Avengers’ lounge, the elevator you’d stepped through dinging loudly behind you, all eyes snap towards you.

Including Bucky’s and Steve’s.

Their eyes widen like saucers and you stand in the middle of the lounge, unable to do anything but look like a deer caught in headlights. “Uh, hi?”

“Holy shit, buttercup! What the hell are you doing here?” Tony speaks everyone’s thoughts and steals a fleeting glance at his watch then looks back up at you with wide eyes. “You aren’t supposed to be here for another two hours according to Fury. Wh-”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before Bucky is standing up, sending the stool he’d been sitting on screeching away from him. He’s looking at you evenly, an expression of pure relief on his face. “Doll, y-you...you’re here,” he breathes unbelievingly. Almost in a way that conveyed he thought he was dreaming and you were simply a fraction of his imagination.

His hand twitches, reaching out impulsively but he gulps, forcing his hand to go limp beside him. Like he wanted to touch you but held back.

He hadn't visited you at the hospital after that one day and you wondered if he was holding back from enveloping you in his arms for the same reason. Because although it stung that he didn’t come to see you, you sort of understood. You were at fault too. You hurt him.

His words flash through your head.

“And the worst part? I saw the life leave your eyes. I kept begging you to stay with me. Not to leave because,” his hand snakes into yours. You squeeze his hand tightly, holding back tears of your own. He seemed to understand what you meant and continued speaking in a broken voice. “Because the thought of you dead, Y/n, terrified me. Lord knows I need you.” A single tear slides down his cheek, leaving a small wet trail on his cheek.

God, you were such an inconsiderate asshole for making him go through that. For making him feel that way.

You’re unable to look away from his piercing blue eyes. “Buck,” you swallow. “I am here, unfortunately. H-how have you been?” you mumble, forcing the lump in your throat down with as much might as possible.

“Are you really asking about me, doll? I mean, you’re the one who’s going through the tough shit right now.” He smiles incredulously at you.

You shrug with a small blush. “Aren’t we all? Plus, I was worried about you,” you whisper the last part.

He grins a little, then his handsome face turns sour. Like he’d sniffed rotten milk. “Honestly? Like shit. I missed you doll. So, so much,” he rasps. And somehow you believed him. He looked tired as hell. Dark bags under his eyes, messy hair, baggy clothes.

You want to run over and hug him, run your fingers through that ridiculously soft hair of his and reassure him everything was okay. That you were here and wouldn’t go away this time.

Fuck, you really, really wanted to do that. It physically hurt you to see him so distressed. Especially over you. An insignificant piece of shit.

But you couldn’t. Not only because you had no right to touch him like that, but also because you didn’t know you wouldn’t go away. Because right now, leaving to avoid him and you all this pain, seemed like the safest bet.

You wince, looking away from him, not being able to bear the utterly devastated expression painted on his beautiful face. So instead you turn your focus on the rest of your team as they all share the same look of relief and perplexion at your sudden arrival.

“Cap, can I talk to you privately?” you whisper, motioning for the blonde to follow you to the kitchen. He nods firmly, his eyes soft despite the blue-ish purple color surrounding them.

“Y/n, wait-” Bucky attempts to protest, but you hold up your hand to interrupt him and send him a weak smile. “I’ll talk to you Buck, I promise. I just want to talk with Steve first so I can make a few things clear. Trust me, I’ll be fine,” you reassure.  

Bucky ponders over it for a few seconds before sighing defeatedly, agreeing reluctantly. He turns a furious glare towards Steve. “Steve I swear to God if you so much as look at her funny I’m gonna break your-”

Steve glares at him. “Bucky, for the last time, I’m not going to-”

“Woah!” You hold your hands up, ignoring your fluttering heart at his protectiveness. “We have got to talk about that. I wanna know what’s up between you two.” You motion between the two super-soldier serum recipients before pointing a finger at Bucky accusingly. “Don’t think I don’t know you were the one who messed Cap’s face up.”

He looks down a bit guilty before you discreetly send him a soft smile, holding a hand up to your mouth so Steve can’t see and mouth a small “thanks” him.

He smirks a little, shaking his head as Steve glances suspiciously between you two.

*

The table erupts into small chatters of relief and content at seeing Y/n back as soon as she and Steve leave, stepping into the kitchen next door.

“God, I’m so fucking glad she’s okay,” breathed Tony, who was now over his initial shock. “Am I the only one who wants to crush her into a ginormous hug?” he looked around the table.

No one disagreed. Not one bit.

Tony chuckles. “Good thing I’m not alone, because I feel like a Goddamn softy.”

Clint sighed. “Tony, that kid is part of our family.” He glances at Bucky, who’s frowning back at him. “We might’ve not made her feel like that, but she means a lot to us. She’s one of only the fucking lights at the end of this long ass tunnel.”

Bucky said nothing as hums and words of complete agreement were shared amongst the Avengers.

Y/n was far more valuable to them than she realized, it seemed.

Everyone erupted into their own conversations not long after, mumbling amongst themselves how much they had missed her. Even if they did visit her consistently throughout her week-long stay in the hospital. It was different seeing her back home.

Wanda frowns suspiciously, glancing at Bucky, who was smiling wistfully at the doorway to the kitchen, before leaning over to whisper to Natasha.

“Is it just me or is he being way too protective of Y/n? Like, way more protective than a friend should be.”

Natasha snorts. “Yeah, you aren’t the only one to notice that. I mean, aren’t he and Stevel like inseparable? And he packed a few mean punches back at the hospital. All for Y/n. I mean, can you imagine beating up the only thing linking you to the only decent life you knew, your only family, for a girl? She must mean a fucking lot to him.”

Wanda doesn’t comment on Natasha’s brutal honesty, already fairly used to it. “You’re right. But didn’t they meet like a few weeks ago?”

Natasha chuckles, shaking her head. “For a mind reader, you sure are clueless.”

Wanda glares at her. “Why?”

The red-headed assassin sighs arrogantly. “They’ve been eye-fucking eachother ‘discreetly’ from the moment James stepped foot into this place. It comes as no surprise really. I mean, they’re a match made in heaven,” she scoffs sarcastically.

The witch tilts her head sideways in question. Natasha looked beyond annoyed at having to be explain everything to her.

“Uh, she’s a calm, serene soul trying to forget her past and the scars it left behind and he’s afraid and out of control and needs an intimate anchor to keep him grounded. I mean, if you couldn’t guess that they would end up together then sorry but you’re an idiot. Hell, I’d go as far as to say they need eachother. It seems to me no one gets the other like they do...”

*

“Buck gave you quite the beating there, huh?” you motion to Steve’s purple eye with a small smile, trying to fill in the awkward silence that had taken up the room.

Honestly, you had no idea what to talk to him about. What could you possibly say to the kind man who had taken you in then made you feel like shit?

He chuckles humorlessly. “Yeah, he’s really protective of you.” You blush, ignoring his hidden suggestion.

“My ribs are healed and my nose too. Serum side-effects I guess. He had a right to be angry though...I deserved it.” He looks at you with regret in his eyes and you already know where this is going. “Listen Y/n- what I said at the hospital a-and before that- I didn’t mean it. At all.”

“You don’t need to say anything Cap, it’s okay,” you whisper. No, it isn’t, you wanna say instead. You hurt me. And you ripped the only shred of hope I had left right from my arms. The only thing I had going for me.

You push the tears pricking at your eyes down.

But you don’t word these feelings because it would be selfish of you. They had no responsibility with you. Steve had taken you in because Fury had asked him to, there was no other link except for maybe an emotional one. Not to mention you were gone long before then.

You had found hope with the Avengers, but you were already broken when they found you.

He looks at you sternly before laughing sadly. “No, Y/n. It really isn’t. I-I don’t know what was wrong with me. No- wait. That’s partly wrong,” he frowns. “I do know why I wasn’t letting you on missions.”

Your heart begins racing at the thought of him not wanting you in the team. You didn’t want to mention it. “Listen, Steve, really it’s-”

He looks at you with pleading eyes. “Can you please let me explain?”

You suck in a shaky breath, trying to rid yourself of the tears that were relentlessly battling your best attempts to keep them from coming out. “Go ahead,” you croak.

He releases a small breath, propping himself upright with the help of the kitchen counter behind him. “Thank you,” he whispers. “I- God where do I start? I- what you did to yourself, it was my fault. There’s no evading the truth. I don’t know who I’ve become in all honesty. And I feel like the Goddamn most deplorable human being on the face of this planet for hurting you like that kiddo. I really, really do,” he admits quietly. When you don’t respond, he continues.

“I mean, you are such an important part of my life kid. A-and I know you might not believe me, and I know you the things I did, the things I said, they were,” he inhales shakily, closing his eyes and wincing. “Unacceptable. And for sure contradicts everything I’m telling you right now.” He opens his eyes and looks at you. “But I was so damn scared.”

You frown, trying to hold yourself together even though you are currently being faced by one of the single most emotional moments of your life. “Of what?”

He looks at you evenly in the eyes. “Of losing you. A-and I know it sounds ridiculous when I say it now because well- y-you...you know...because of me.”

He sighs. “But I swear to everything good in this world that I was only trying to protect you. The truth is, I didn’t want to send you on missions because I didn’t want to run the risk of losing one of the only things left for me in this world. It backfired because either way, I could’ve lost you. I caused you so much unnecessary pain.” he sighs, rubbing his face frustratedly. “Gosh, I made you believe you were worthless to this team, to me, to the world. But you aren’t. And I’m so sincerely sorry for all the pain I’ve caused. I knew you weren’t okay and instead of helping like I should’ve, I ignored the problem, thinking that it would go away. And I shouldn’t have. I was such a self-centered idiot.”

The room is silent for a long time as you stare at him, stunned into stillness. Steve, waits anxiously on you, carefully watching for any sudden reaction that may point to you fleeing from him.

You look up at him as tears slide down your cheeks. Steve was your hero, a respectable man. A kind man that took you in when you had no one. Even though Director Fury has asked him to, it didn’t mean he had to. But he did and even though he had been a dick he was apologizing sincerely right now. You believed him when he said he did it to protect you and honestly, this was all you wanted from him. Nothing more and nothing less.

So you throw your arms around him in a bone-crushing hug. “I forgive you, Cap,” you mumble into his shoulder.

He hugs you right back with a sigh of utter relief and you break away from him, wiping your tears away. You forgive him. You really, really did. Because truly, it wasn’t his complete fault that you were unrepairable.

And you felt more at peace than you ever had. You already had all this anger bottled up, letting some of it go was so...liberating.

He smiles a bit in relief. “Thank God kid. You really scared me and the rest of the team,” he patted you on the back. “We missed you.”

You smirk. “I should hope so.”

He laughs a little then his face gets serious. “You’re not leaving anymore?”

You sigh then smile softly. “I think I’m fine right where I am for now.”

He grins a little. “Good. You should go out there, yeah? The team is probably itching to squeeze you.”

You smile again. “Yeah, me too. See you later Steve.”

And then you head for the door, wanting to leave him alone to his thoughts and most importantly: itching to talk to Bucky.

You suddenly pause, looking over your shoulder at Steve. “I just wanted to make clear this isn’t going to fix anything. And it’s not particularly your fault, I’m just....a work in progress.”

And then you slide out the door, your heart a little less heavy and your bandaged wrists ever present, but less of a painful reminder.

Read Chapter Six Here!!

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Get ready for some fluff next chapter!! I just- fluffy!Bucky is fucking lovable af, tbh...

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2018 fic year in review

thank you so much for tagging me @homosociallyyours !! this was really fun (and also a bit hard haha) to do ^__^

1. number of stories (including drabbles) posted to ao3: 19 (6 100 word seasonal drabbles, and out of the rest 4 are under 1k and 2 are chaptered but one of those is still a WIP)

2. word count posted for the year: 142,383 which is def more than i’ve written in previous years but my initial goal for this year was 200k and then i lowered it to 150k and then decided i should focus less on word count and more on actually finishing the fics lmaooo

3. list of works posted this year in order of posting:

the tesco fic (although i didn’t make the tumblr post until recently)

three spring drabbles (100 words each)

begin again [timestamp] (my only snowbaz fic in 2018)

we’re swimming with the sharks until we drown

SPHERICAL

got me an appetite, now i can taste it

Take a Chance on Me

Getting Naked on Camera (NOT CLICKBAIT)

my favourite colour is you

louis tomlinson’s completely 100% foolproof guide to snagging the fit bloke next door (3 100 word drabbles)

no better place than right by your side

days gone by (WIP)

love the cronch

zero to sixty

where the love light gleams

4. fandoms i wrote for: mostly one direction and by that i mean i posted a timestamp for a carry on fic from 2017 and the rest was one direction lol

5. pairings: harry/louis, simon/baz (ONCE)

6. story with the most hits: Take a Chance on Me with 10975 hits :o

7. story with the most kudos: Take a Chance on Me with 426 kudos

8. story with the most comments: Take a Chance on Me with 52 comments threads

9. work i’m most proud of and why: well Take a Chance on Me was both my first time doing a big bang as well as the longest thing i’ve ever written (twice the length of the previous longest!) and i’m still completely in love with the art for it courtesy of @vulpixlou and i def don’t go back to stare at it ever nope 👀👀

10. work i’m least proud of and why: i mean i could nitpick the hell out of my stuff and i know there are certain bits i would write differently now but at the same time i created something with my brain that didn’t exist before and that’s just too cool not to be proud of ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

11. a favorite excerpt of your writing:

this is from Take a Chance on Me (shocker) and i was having trouble thinking of my fave but then i was skimming through all of my fics and ngl i had forgotten about this bit but y’all i’ve been trying to work a Dramatic Airport Reunion into a fic FOR FUCKING EVER and i finally did it and i actually don’t hate it? (spoiler for the ending of Take a Chance on Me)

“See…” Louis starts. “See, there’s this guy. And, oh god, he’s an absolute twat. Wanna know what he did to me?” Harry nods faintly, and Louis, emboldened now, goes on. “So, I already knew who he was, right? I knew him, because he’d been in this god-awful boy band for years, and even if me bloody sisters hadn’t been so bloody in love with him, I’d still have known him, because he was just that famous.”

“I wasn’t that famous.”

“Don’t interrupt,” Louis chastises, and Harry mimics zipping his lips. “So this guy, I knew him, but he didn’t know me, but, fucking hell, I think someone forgot to tell him that, because there I was, minding my own business, when this kid just…” Louis giggles then, because the memory is just so ridiculous, “he just starts fucking singing to me, can you believe it?”

Harry shakes his head. “What a weirdo.”

“Right? The weirdest.”

“What happened next?”

“I fell in love with him.”

“What? That soon?”

“Of course not, Jesus, Harold. I’m not that pathetic. I waited the appropriate amount of time to fall in love, thank you very much.”

“Is that why you’re here, then?” Harry whispers. “Is it because you love him?”

“That’s part of it, yeah. I love him, and I love the way we just fit, and I adore his daughter, and our pets are friends now, and I think our sisters are best friends now, so they didn’t actually give me a choice, but do you want to know the biggest, most important reason?”

Harry nods quickly, so hard his chin bumps his chest, and Louis’ so fucking in love with him at that moment that these are the easiest words he’s ever said.

“I’m here,” he tells Harry, “because I was lying in my own bed, in my own house, surrounded by all my things, and all I wanted to do was go home.”

He’s yanked forward then, Harry’s fingers digging into his shoulders, and he barely feels the pain because it’s Harry, and everything’s good when it’s Harry. He’s babbling into Louis’ neck, and the only words he can make out are his name and “love you” and he shivers with the feeling.

Harry’s hair has grown out enough since the night Louis snuck in to see him that he can tangle his fingers in the strands. So he does, pulling Harry’s face away from his neck and pressing their lips together. Every kiss feels like an apology. Every kiss feels like home.

12. share or describe a favorite review you recieved: so this miiiiight be cheating but i received two comments on a fic i wrote in 2015 and it was kind of a surprise that something that old still held up and people still enjoy it? def made me feel better about my current writing and also anyone who quotes my fics back to me has earned my undying love and affection

13. a time when writing was really, really hard: i have adhd so p much always ahahaha

14. a scene or character you wrote that most surprised you: the entirety of “we’re swimming with the sharks until we drown” ngl because i struggled with the like… morally gray criminal-y elements? and portraying the two of them in such a different way while still staying in character which i like to think i nailed? hopefully lol

15. how did you grow as a writer this year? i don’t feel like a i have? but i’m also bias and hypercritical so maybe i did and just didn’t realize ahaha

16. how do you hope to grow next (this?) year: i want to enjoy writing again and i want to finish more fics and not let them rot in my docs because of self-doubt

who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer: okay so first @amandaisnotwriting is the real MVP as she bears the brunt of my whining/complaining/drama queen moments as well as the fact that she listens (some would argue is forced to :p) and reads over fic for a pairing she doesn’t ship for a fandom she doesn’t care about 😂😂😂

@rainbowbaz always makes time to look over my fics even when she’s crazy busy and is honestly amazing and saves my fics from americanisms ahahaha

and FINALLY we met p late in the year but but @livingatthelairport ‘s comment on “the tesco fic” helped me out of a writing slump and now she’s become my cheerleader (and friend 💜) and that’s make a huge difference in my attitude towards writing! it’s also easier to write a fic for a specific person than worry about the opinion of a crowd which is def something i’ve been missing in this fandom rip

also to everyone else who has read my fics, listened to me rant about them or just helped the process along in any way at all this is a GIANT thank you!!

18. anything from your real life show up in your writing this year? i mean i can’t think of anything off the top of my head but a lot of my inspo comes from the world around me so probably lol

19. any wisdom you can share with other writers: there’s nothing wrong with feeling jealous of other writers because i’m not a fan of hiding feelings just because they’re ugly as long as you don’t let it fester and turn into resentment or make you bitter. there are a lot of factors that go into a fic becoming “big” in a fandom but honestly most of it is just random chance so don’t beat yourself up because someone else’s success is not your failure and it’s nice to get recognition for your hard work but if you’re writing solely for the feedback then you’re writing for the wrong reason and that will lead to the resentment and bitterness mentioned earlier

also if you compliment someone you say you like their outfit but if you complement someone then you complete them

20. any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

I’M GLAD YOU ASKED

these are all the things i didn’t start and/or finish in 2018 that WILL be completed this year

the cat fic

the doctor fic

the final three chapters of days gone by

penpal AU

Space. Florist.

teenage fanboys who are also best friends

baking blog fic

a short follow up to tacom

twitter drama fic

80’s/’high school’/secret admirer!AU

something based on yawning grave by lord huron

part three of the alien harry series

chocolate orange holiday fic

LA fic (wtwm)

70’s fic

monkey fic

i’m also planning to do the @larryabroad challenge again because i had so much fun with it last time :D

21. tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read:

p sure everyone has done this but if you haven’t then do it now! and also tagging @cosyblack k bc you’ve had a really good year even if i have beta bias 😂

this took waaay longer than i thought it would omg but it was nice to take a look back!!

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I posted 14,366 times in 2021

426 posts created (3%)

13940 posts reblogged (97%)

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I added 665 tags in 2021

#ravenpuff rambles - 351 posts

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#beauty and the mermaid - 44 posts

#ravenpuff answers - 35 posts

#sunflower verse - 30 posts

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#especially looking at this art it’s like a moment where i go ‘god i’m gay’ but like i’m aroace so it’s in like an aesthetic attraction kind

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Jeremy going “This is what Rimmy does in his spare time... In their spare time.”

Just

Is it silly to say that that kind of made my day? For Jeremy to correct the pronouns he’s using for his character, just automatically and just

Non-Binary Rimmy in general makes me so happy and it really is a small thing but here I am smiling like an idiot.

So it is a good Tuesday after all, huh?

257 notes • Posted 2021-05-04 16:21:41 GMT

#4

Watching AH play Minecraft sometimes is like: They are idiots (affectionate)

259 notes • Posted 2021-07-10 02:35:10 GMT

#3

God I need to stay out of AH comments especially in videos with Lindsay

Like some people in this community can just be so fucking shitty about using their pronouns, like it is literally not that fucking hard. You don’t need to bitch about it.

Just because their bio has they/she does not mean you “don’t have to bother” because Lindsay has stated that she is reserved for close family and friends. That means the community should be using they. Because that’s what Lindsay is comfortable with/wants and it’s literally not that hard to respect that. People are, in fact, allowed to chose which pronouns different people can use.

Also like, I saw one comment and yeah, using someone’s pronouns is a requirement. In order to be the bare minimum of decent, you have to use someone’s pronouns. I don’t give a shit if you don’t like the person, it’s not an option. It’s a requirement.

And if you think fucking otherwise, get the fuck off my blog.

271 notes • Posted 2021-03-08 03:04:27 GMT

#2

Kon: “Have you ever been in a car with multiple Bat Kids?”

Jon: “It’s the most reckless thing ever-“

Kon: “I don’t know how they think.

We got the music on 98

Everyone’s screaming

Tim’s FaceTiming someone

Damian and Jason are having a conversation,

Duke just butted in

Steph and Cass are making plans

Dick’s eating cashews and Driving

All the fucking windows down

So there’s hair flying fucking everywhere

We’re going 90 mph

I can’t think.”

Jon: “I feel like I’m at a Jonas Brothers concert right now.”

Kon: “We’re missing turns but somehow get there earlier.

And then I hear *tapping*

What in the fuck?

And they’re like ‘Oh, Bruce’s in the trunk’”

469 notes • Posted 2021-08-26 05:11:54 GMT

#1

Tim: Dick, we have good news!

Jason: We don’t have to go the gala.

Dick: Bruce agreed to let us out of it?

Duke: Well, not exactly.

Dick: What did you do?

Steph: Well…

Dick: Where’s Bruce?

Damian: Tied up in the closet.

Dick: You kidnapped Bruce Wayne? That’s illegal!

Tim: But Dick, what’s more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing Bruce, or forcing us to all suffer through another gala?

Dick: Kidnapping Bruce, Tim!

Jason: Dickface listen, whatever I may think about you right now, these guys are counting on you to inspire them.

Dick: What to kidnap people?

Duke: To work together.

Dick: To kidnap people?!

Steph: Dick, we all agreed that a celebrity is not a people.

819 notes • Posted 2021-10-24 05:28:18 GMT

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