#ooo a hot mess

[shinigami-grell]

I love that he has home and away jerseys 😅

[maipareshaan]

Dean is lit so stupid in s9

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.4

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Danny was sitting in the back, his backpack obnoxiously taking up the seat next to him, when the door to the lecture hall creaked open near silently.

“What are you in here for?” Danny asked the guy who crept into class. He sympathetically took his backpack off the Seat of Shame and allowed the guy to sit down. Funnily enough, they had the same hair and eye color.

“Gen Ed. Undecided. You?” The guy grunted quietly back.

“Environmental studies. I’m Danny.”

“Tim.”

With the implicit understanding of two people in a required class they could not give less than two fucks about, Tim and Danny tuned back into the lecture. When the class was assigned group work, Danny looked over to see Tim softly snoring, head slammed down on the table.

“Tim. Wake up, dude.” Danny poked his shoulder.

“Huh? Class over?”

“Nah, we got group work. Discussion board.”

“Oh shit, thanks for waking me up. Wanna team up?”

Danny shrugged. “Sure. We should aim to post it in the middle so the professor doesn’t read our answers to the class.”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Any idea what we’re talking about?”

“Kind of?”

“Good enough for me.”

——

Tim Drake kept seeing Danny Fenton around on campus.

“Danny! Dude, what are you doing?”

Danny turned, gloved hands full of crumpled trash. “Picking up after the student population, apparently.”

“Didn’t think environmental studies was that serious.”

“Global warming is very serious, you jerk,” Danny smirked at him, crossing the grass to put the trash into the trash can. “Reduce, reuse, oil shouldn’t be spilled in water and all that.”

“Basic stuff,” Tim grinned. Nice, he basically had a friend past Bernard now!

They were friends, right?

“And yet humanity fails to comprehend it. Incredible. Incredibly stupid that is.”

“They get it. Major corporations just don’t care.”

Danny sighed. “True that. You on your way to your next class?” He took off his biodegradable gloves off (nitrile and nylon, baby!) and chucked them into the trash.

“I’ve got free time, actually. Prof cancelled for his daughter’s surgery.”

“Oh, shit, that’s rough! You wanna go downtown and join the strike?”

“A strike? What for?” Even as he asked, Tim hiked his bag higher onto his shoulder, ready to go. They fell into step as the two left campus.

“Apparently, Quillan Pharma was doing some shady shit at their manufacturing plants. I think it’s like killing kids, and pouring toxins into the ground.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. Oh! Poison Ivy’s gonna be there!”

Tim blinked. He casted a sideways look at Danny. Sure he’s been here long enough to know… but it couldn’t hurt to check. “You know she’s an eco-terrorist, right?”

“Okay, but like… people suck sometimes. And all she’s asking for is like don’t kill the planet. And she doesn’t do that whole mind control thing too much anymore! The Sirens are so cool. Plus, one of my best friends at home might actually kill me if I don’t try to get her autograph. Poison Ivy is like, Sam’s personal hero.”

Tim snickered. “Yeah, okay. Mind if one of my friends join? His name’s Bernard.”

“The more the merrier,” Danny nodded. “Ooo! Hot chocolate. Want some?”

Danny bought three drinks as Tim trailed behind, texting Bernard.

“He said yes.”

“Cool! We should meet up somewhere before the drinks get cold.”

Well, Danny got the autograph. Tim got a new friend, and Bernard got a drink from his crush.

——

“Oh, you’re the glowing dude that Batman always talks about!”

Danny blinked, eyes scanning the wing-like cape and the yellow emblem on the hero’s suit. Danny was indeed glowing, stars and nebulas freckling across neon green skin, and glowing hair the color of a white dwarf star, tinged with the blue from his ice core.

“I… have absolutely no idea who you are,” Danny lied, like a liar. He’s found a surprising niche of entertainment in messing with the local vigilantes and he’ll be damned if he missed this opportunity.

He heard a snicker from the comm lines as Red Robin visibly brushes it off.

“I’m Red Robin. Why are you picking up trash?”

“Picking up after you humans, apparently.”

The both of them blink, feeling a weird sense of déjà vu. A moment of awkward silence passed before they both shook it off.

“Are you here to help? No offense, but the track record for you people is terrible.” Danny strode over and grabbed a bag. He opened it, and shook it at Red Robin’s face. “See? Batarangs, these odd bird looking ones, the R’s. Seriously, pick up after yourselves!”

“Oh, woah, can we have these back?”

Danny yanked the bag back before Red Robin could get close. “Pay me. These were incredibly tedious to pick up. Especially the batarangs. I mean, I even found a whole bunch of old rusted ones in the middle of the bay. What did you do, dump an entire bag in there from the air?”

Red Robin sighed and took out a wad of cash, with tracking fluid all over it. Danny grimaced, smelling the odd scent on the money. “That’s not real cash. It smells off. Are you trying to give me counterfeits because you’re broke?”

Red Robin gaped, oddly offended. “No! They’re real!”

“Doesn’t smell like it. It’s stinkier than the trash. Go get the one with the money, the litterer. Tell him I’ll be back the next full moon. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” Danny grumbled, disappearing on the spot to watch Red Robin flounder with the stack of cash and the piles of dead bodies on the shore.

“What the fuck even is my life these days?” Red Robin wondered out loud, stuffing the cash back into his pocket. He looked over the plastic wrapped bodies and slumped, sighing.

Oddly enough, Danny felt a sense of sympathy. Well, he’s not getting paid for sympathy. He’s not getting paid at all tonight, actually. Danny flew off, plunging once more into the depths of the significantly cleaner waters, and used his ice to scoop out oil stains.

Danny glanced around and sighed. He had a lot of work to do.

——

“So you’re saying he’s like a werewolf mermaid fae child immortal god thing, right?”

Bruce grunted.

“B, what the hell are you smoking these days? You know drugs are bad, right? Do we need Superman to give you that PSA?” Jason snickered.

Tim, massaging his arms from having to haul an ungodly amount of dead bodies, grunted. He’s so similar to Bruce that it gave the people currently in the cave hives.

“He said full moon. I don’t think we can track him with regular stuff. The bugs kept shorting out.”

“Oh boy,” Dick sighed. “Don’t fall off the spiral cliff, Tim. You’ve got midterms to think about so no stalking the guy.”

“Yet,” Tim shot back, changing out of his suit.

Bruce grunted, setting aside a huge stack of cash.

[skylarsblue]

✦I have more C.o.D Quotes✦

Gaz: How’s your head? Y/N: Well, I haven’t had any complaints yet. Gaz: …excuse me? Y/N: Oh uh, I think I’ll live-

-- (Somewhere in Greece with a fuck ton of cats) Ghost, watching Price sneeze every five seconds: What a catastrophe. Gaz: No. Y/N: PFFT- Soap: Stop, no, don’t encourage him. Y/N: Ahem! Right, right. Not funny. Ghost: I am purrfectly capable of being funny. Y/N: *struggling* Gaz: Sometimes I wish you didn’t have a mouth.

-- Just a scene of Y/N taking out a bottle of whiskey, unscrewing they cap, then putting one of those lid caps on. (Like the ones you have on those fancy Gatorades) Taking a huge swig and closing the cap on it as Soap watches in amusement, & Price in fear.

-- Ghost: Quit messing with my hand. Soap: Quit messing with my hair! Y/N: Quit being gay. Gaz: PFFFT Y/N: Both problems solved.

-- Y/N, on the comms: You have thirteen seconds before the building fucking explodes you hot topic wannabe- Ghost: … Y/N: And you green gumball son of a bitch. Gaz: Wha-?! Soap: *WHEEZE* Y/N: You have done nothing but ruin my life; I hope you both die.

-- Soap, Gaz, & Y/N: *cackling* Laswell, losing at poker: I miss my wife, Price. Price: *places down cards* Laswell: I miss my wife.

-- Ghost, overstimulated & a lil drunk: AHHHHHH MY BONES Y/N: *frantically getting headphones* Soap, drunk: *wheeze* Gaz: Ah. I know I should’ve- *dies coughing* Soap: *more wheezing*

-- Graves *kicks in door* WHO POSTED MY NUDES ON TWITTER DOT COM?! Y/N: SUCK IT, BITCH BOY!! Alejandro: *aggressively slapping his leg while silently laughing* Rudy: *pointing and laughing* Valeria, in handcuffs: Ha, dumbass.

-- Graves: Bitch, you are gonna get in this car or I’m popping between ya eyes! Valeria: Hey, I know you. I saw your dick on Twitter! Graves: NOOOOOO Y/N: AHAHA!

-- Graves: C’mon Johnn- Y/N: *chucks a rock at Graves’ head* Graves: OW, WHY?! Y/N: NO JOHNNY FOR YOU! He goes by Soap and we respect that! Graves: Ghost calls him that! Y/N: CAUSE GHOST HAS PERMISSION, you EARN the right to Johnny! And I will be damned if anyone else earns the right before me. I been working my ass off to get the Johnny privilege and you will NOT get it for free! Soap, who’s just been standing there the whole time: *leans to Gaz* Have they actually been taking it that seriously? Gaz: Yeah. They’ve also been working real hard to try and get the right to call Captain “John”. Shoulda seen their face when I said they can call me Kyle. Soap: That’s…really sweet, I’ll give’em permission later. Gaz: Why not now? Soap: I wanna see that bastard get chewed out some more.

-- Y/N, perched on Price’s desk: Captain. Price: *sigh* Y/N: Captain I crave violence.

-- Ghost: Your family line deserves to die with you, only shame it didn’t end before you. Graves: ….I just sat down!

-- Y/N: You’re like…the human incarnation of crumbs in the bed. Graves: Oh c’MON THAT’S REAL MEAN Ghost: It’s true though. Y/N: The kinda crumbs that you keep swiping away but somehow they never leave- Graves: Alright! You know what- Soap: Like getting in bed after going to the beach. Gaz: Sand in the bed, yeah. Feels like that when he talks. Graves: I’M JUST GONNA FUCKIN LEAVE! Y/N: *watches him go* Annnd now the sheets have been changed. Ghost: Clean from filth. Alejandro: You all are so cruel and it’s perhaps the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.

-- Gaz: Things Gucci with you? Y/N: It’s Goodwill at best, my guy. Price: I don’t know what this means but I feel like I should be concerned.

-- (Mild NSFW Jokie Time) Gaz: You alright? You been zoned out. Y/N: Hm? Nah I’m good, just having depraved thoughts. Gaz: Depraved, you say? Soap: Oh do tell. Y/N: You just…you ever see someone and think “they have pretty eyes”. And that’s normal. But then the little devil in the back of ya skull goes “yeah they’d look good rolled back”. Or am I just a whore? Gaz: That is depraved. Soap: Got a good point though.

-- Y/N: Ooo! Look! Old pictures of Captain, this one’s dated. You would’ve been…19 in this one. Lemme s-…… Gaz: Lemme see! ….. Price: What? Y/N: …..you were a whore, weren’t you captain? Gaz: That’s the face of an arrogant bastard who fucks regularly. Price: I…might’ve been a bit of a playboy. Y/N: And I would’ve fallen for it you god damn bastard, no ones fACE SHOULD BE THAT NICE!

-- Valeria, painting her nails: I might kill my ex, not the best idea. His new girlfriend’s next- Alejandro: ….. Rudy: ….should I be worried? Alejandro: Move away quietly and pray.

-- Ghost: For the record this is self destructive. Soap, chugging his 5th energy drink in the past hour: For the record, I’m aware of that.

-- MILF!Y/N: Boys. Bed, now. I wanna talk to your captain. Price: No, boys stay. Please stay- Y/N: Go. Price: Stay. The boys: *concern, panic, perhaps a bit of fear* Y/N: Go! Price: Stay! Y/N: You go! Soap: *speed walking* Price: Soap, stay! Y/N: NOW! Gaz: *slowly backing away* Price: Gaz, don’t move! Y/N: YOU GO! Price: SIMON- Ghost: *leaving*

-- Ghost: What was Plan A? Soap: …don’t fuck up. Ghost: And what was Plan B? Gaz: Don’t fuck up Plan A. Ghost: And what did you do? Y/N: …fucked up plan a- Ghost: YOU FUCKED UP PLAN A-

-- Ghost: What’s rule number one? Soap, with dynamite: Party! Ghost: NO! No, not party! No!

-- Graves: How about after this, we get a drink? Y/N: …I would rather gouge out my eyes and blindly navigate a way to turn them into earrings than ever be anywhere alone with you. Soap, grinning: Ooooo brutal! Ghost: Karma.

-- Ghost: Wait…Johnny’s into me? Like…he LIKES me?? Gaz: Oh Si…you poor, sad, dense mother fucker.

-- Ghost: At least nothing of importance was lost. Laswell: …Graves was kidnapped. Ghost: I know. I said what I said. Y/N: Nothing of value was lost but we did shed off some trash! Ghost: Precisely.

-- Ghost: These lights make me wanna pull my eyes out and eat them. Medic!Y/N: *turns lights off in favor of a lamp* …alright, so you’re autistic, good to know.

-- Ghost: Should I get my reading glasses? Y/N: Oh no no, this isn’t an eye test. It’s a GAY test. Now tell me, *holds up picture of Farah & Graves; Price being 1* Number one, or number two? Ghost: Number one?… Y/N: Interesting. *holds up Farah & Soap, Soap being 2* Okay now number one, or number two? Ghost: *gasp* Y/N: Number two, right? Ghost: Maybe I am gay?

-- Waitress: So, I’ve gotta ask, I’m really curious. 141: ? Waitress: Have any of you ever used like…the military language in bed? Soap: Naaaah. Y/N: No, I don’t- PFFFT, I- *wheeze* I’m sorry I’m imagining it- Gaz: *biting back laughs* Y/N: “You gonna come?” Affirmative. *laughs* Soap: *WHEEZE* Gaz: *cackling* Price: Oh lord- Gaz, snickering: Picking up speed. Y/N: COPY- *Laughter x100* The entire team: *giggling like hyenas* Ghost: Uh, that’s a no. I don’t think we’ve done that.

-- Price: *smiles at Soap & Gaz being stupid* Y/N: I like when you smile. Price: …huh? Y/N: Your smile, I like it. Makes your eyes crinkle up and your beard makes you look like a cuddly bear. You should smile more. Price, internally on the verge of tears: *fond sigh* Get back to drills, soldier. Y/N: Yes sir!

-- Ghost: *minding his fucking business* Y/N: You have pretty eyes. Ghost: *chokes on air* Pardon? Y/N: You have pretty eyes. Ghost: No I-…they’re just brown. Y/N: So? Your eyes don’t have to be blue or green to be pretty. They’re pretty because they’re expressive, and when the sun hits them they look like syrup. I like’em best when we’re all at a bar. They get brighter then. Ghost: Ghost: …stop talking, sergeant. Y/N: Copy that, L.T! <3

-- Gaz: *laughing at something on his phone* Y/N: You have a great laugh. Gaz: Hm? Oh…really? Y/N: Mhm. It’s cute, comes from your chest. I’ve never heard you laugh in anyway that’s not genuine. Really fills the room with joy. Gaz: Dude, you’re gonna make me all soft with words like that. Y/N: All according to plan!

-- Soap: *rambling about something* Y/N: *listening intently* Soap: Then-…ah, I been talkin’ at you this whole time, eh? Should probably quiet down. Y/N: No no, I like your voice! Soap: Eh? Y/N: It’s super energetic and loud, and when you tell a joke or talk about something you love, it’s like you can hear your smile. It’s really fun to listen to. I like when you talk! Soap: *inhale* You’re gonna make me cry- Y/N: I have tissues!

-- König: *fidgeting* Y/N: *takes his hands* You have beautiful hands. König: Wh- Huh?? No they are not. Y/N: They are too! König: Nien, they’re rough and calloused, they break a lot of things… Y/N: They also pet stray cats, make the best coffee on base, and create crotchet works of art. They also mend wounds pretty well. Yeah they fire guns but that doesn’t make them less beautiful. König: *he’s actually crying* …Danke. Y/N: Don’t mention it!

-- Rudy: *rolling his shoulder* Y/N: Anyone ever tell you that you have great shoulders? Rudy: Hm? Oh uh…no, I don’t believe so. Y/N: Well you do! Rudy: Ah, gracias. When I was younger I wanted them to be broader, sometimes now I wish they were more narrow. Can never really be happy with’em, you know? Y/N: Well I think you should be. They’re strong! *gently pats his shoulders* They hold a lot of weight, metaphorically and physically. And even when they’re weighed down, you shoulder it and keep moving. You’re real good at that! I like your shoulders. Rudy, prepared to die for them: …gracias. Y/N: No problem! Now c’mon, the guys are waitin’ for us!

-- Y/N: You have good collarbones. Alejandro: What was that? Y/N: Sorry, I know that’s real specific, but I think your collarbones are pretty. It’s like…the rest of you is bulky and strong, rugged. Then you have these delicate bones. I’m probably being too poetic but it’s like a subtle nod to your gentler side, just, built into your body. Alejandro: …you have a lovely way with words, camarada. Y/N: Thank you! I appreciate that!!

[sunrise-imagines]

I have a big fat crush on Simon and Finn would you please do some hcs for either of them

Since I’ve already done some for Finn, I think now is a good time to write a little for Simon! Watching him become the latest Tumblr Sexyman™️ has been a dream come true.

*Ending contains spoilers for the last two episodes of Fionna and Cake*

TW: Trauma (this is Simon “‘My fiancé turned into a cosmic deity’ ‘That’s rough buddy’” Petrikov we’re dealing with), mentions of Depression, hurt/comfort

Simon Petrikov x Reader General Relationship Headcanons

• Oh boy, this one’s a doozy.

• Please be patient with him. He is a mess of a person currently, still dealing with the grief of losing Betty and feeling like he doesn’t belong in Ooo no longer being magic. He gets so wrapped up in his sadness that he can neglect the relationships he has in the present. This gets much better after the ending though.

• Self care days are a must, please just pamper this man with a nice hot bath and a massage every once in a while.

• Really good cook, he loves making food for you and it makes him feel like he can actually take care of you.

• He worries about you a lot, especially if you’re someone that likes to take risks and do dangerous stuff.

• He’s a big nerd so he gets excited if you share interests in stuff like science and literature.

• Although he doesn’t like to go on life-threatening adventures (Finn), he still loves the exploring the outdoors and the two of you regularly go for hikes around the safer parts of Ooo.

• Will be very happy if you also have a good friendship with Marceline, seeing his partner and adoptive daughter interact touches his heart.

• Such a simp for you, like if you ask him for anything he will make it his mission to fulfill your request

• His love language is definitely words of affirmation. He needs you to tell him how much you care about him and he loves saying the same to you. He could go on for hours about every little thing he loves about you.

• Marcy and Bonnie will come over for dinner a few times a week, sometimes joined by Finn and HW as well.

• He hates celebrating his own birthday (he’s turning 60) but he loves yours and will definitely bake you a cake and throw small birthday party for you. The party only consists of a few close friends but if you don’t like parties he’s perfectly fine with it being just the two of you.

• At first he wasn’t sure if you would even want to date an old man like him, but as time went on he became more confident in himself and that he deserves love just as much as anyone else, and he’s more than happy to share that love with you.

Bonus!

• Despite her current state, GolBetty is immensely happy seeing Simon finally able to move on and be happy.

• Even if they never got their happy ending, the fact that you and him are able to live happily together brings her peace, and she trusts you to take care of him.

[writingshushf1]

Ooo mick bc I cant find smuts abt him

Bereal

Summary:  the app goes off and mick has an idea.

Rating: +18

Warnings: shameless smut, p!rn with a little bit of plot, shibari/restraining, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it!!!)

Word count: 0.6k

Note: god. this is the filthiest thing i've ever written.

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The room was hot, Mick had a wicked grin on his face, holding the ropes that were tied against your body. 

Right after you started your makeout session, he said he wanted to try something new he heard the boys commenting, because of it, the German searched about and bought what needed, now wanting to try it out - he loved to experiment new things, so did you. After a few minutes, he made a star harness with arms shibari, it was not just beautiful, but restrained your movements as well, so he could take more liberty on controlling you.

You had your face against the mattress, while Schumacher thrusted hard inside of you, earning loud whimpers out of your mouth, he was loving every single minute of it. He held the piece of rope that restrained your arms, while the other travelled between your hips to slap your ass harshly, leaving you to whine louder.

If you weren’t already a mess from having him inside of you, the blonde started to kiss your neck, nibbling and giving big hickeys around it, slowly making them go closer to your breasts - avoid getting into the rope, of course, he didn’t want to ruin his beautiful work. When you weren’t looking, he grabbed a bullet vibrator and put it against your core, making you chant his name over and over again.

Out of nowhere, the sound of bereal rang from the driver's mobile phone, which made you two look at each other for a few seconds. He scrunched up his eyebrows, picking up the phone.

“Can I?”

“Just don’t show my tits or any of those parts.”

“I wouldn’t want to, they’re mine and only for me. No one needs to see it.” His face got closer to yours. “Because you’re mine, baby… And I would be very jealous if someone got to see you like that.” 

You whimpered with his words, at first, he took a selfie, his face reddened by the heat and if you paid attention very closely, your legs appeared on the back of the picture, who were also tied up. Then, you let him hold your face to the side and show all the bruises on your neck and a part of your naked torso with the rope being very evident - of course, not showing your breasts. He turned off his phone, looking at you again.

“Such a beautiful good girl, letting me show off how good I take care of you.” He muttered, starting to thrust again in an agonising slow pace.

You were getting closer and closer to an orgasm and he kept provoking you, making you get into the edge of it, then slowing down at once so you would never get into your climax.

“Mick… Please.”

“What, baby?”

“I’ve been such a good girl… Please, let me cum.”

“Oh. Do you think so?”

You went quiet, looking at him while holding the most obscene moans. Schumacher chuckled, slapping your thigh and going again at a painful speed - now painfully fast, knowing that after that, it would be very hard to walk.

When you came, your walls squeezed him inside, making him cum too, screaming your name multiple times while he finished inside of you.

After this mind blowing sex, you two were laying together, cuddling naked on the bed when Mick grabbed his phone, seeing multiple notifications from bereal and his friend group chat. As he read the reactions of his friends - many shocked that he was into that sort of thing, the German showed you and you both laughed together at how their friends believed him to be an innocent person.

[sydneyyuu]

Hiiii. Can you do one where the usually calm and composed Captain Levi turns into a nervous, stuttering mess in front of y/n? And then everyone notices and teases him abt it. I think that would be so cute ahahah

(ooo yes I can!!)

Levi x reader

Shy boy..

☘️𝆤࿚࿙𝆤𝆤࿚۶ৎ𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤۶ৎ࿙𝆤𝆤࿚࿙𝆤☘️

☘️𝆤࿚࿙𝆤𝆤࿚۶ৎ𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤۶ৎ࿙𝆤𝆤࿚࿙𝆤☘️

Levi sat down next to you in the mess Hall, he didn't look at you or at least not on purpose. The rest of his squad and commanders sat on the same table, chatting and laughing away. Levi noticed you had a couple of bruises on your hands from training and how you are struggling to hold the fork. He spoke up

"hey, if you hold it central it might be easier."

You looked over and did as he suggested, it was a bit easier than before and definitely made a difference.

"oh, that did help..thank you captain"

Your soft smile caused him to look away and just respond with a "mhm"

"have you had the same injury before?"

Your curiosity caught his attention again, he couldn't just ignore you, he showed you his hand which had lots of scars and bruises on. He didn't expect your hand to touch his.

"oi, watch it"

His eyes watched you carefully

"sorry, I just wanted to look...I didn't know you had so many."

Your fingers gently went over some of the scars along his fingers and knuckles. Levi's eyes softened, he was slightly confused and uncomfortable because he doesn't receive attention like this. You soon started asking questions

"do you do a lot of hand to hand combat?"

You kept his hand lightly in yours as your fingers traced his bruising

"i- yes I do...that's why they are s-scarred all the time.."

Levi tried to sound professional but the feeling of your fingers tracing his skin made it difficult for Levi to focus.

"oh cool, you must take care of yourself then...I mean your hands are still soft."

You smiled and Levi nodded, averted his gaze and not having the strength and confidence to pull his hand away.

Hange was on the other side of the table and her eyes met the little scene in front of her, she smiled wildly and nudge Erwin. Erwin looked over at Hange and followed her gaze, seeing Levi's blushing face as you asked questions about his scars and bruises, soon enough the whole table was secretly watching you both. Levi didn't take his eyes off you, you're asking so many questions and don't seem to be weirded out or somewhat disgusted by his scarred hands and bruises.

"does that mean that your hands are stronger now? The bones of course"

Your voice just made him embarrassed and he turned his head away, burying it in his coat

"Y-yeah...they are a-alot stronger.."

After a couple more minutes everyone started to get up, you said goodbye to Levi and he was left alone with Erwin Hange. They looked over at him.

"uh...well Levi, I didn't expect you to be the shy type-"

"s-shut the fuck up erwin."

Levi got up and walked away after snapping at Erwin, his face was all hot and red and he could hear his squad snickering about what happened, they teased and smirked.

Levi still felt the warmth of your hand tracing and holding his..

☘️𝆤࿚࿙𝆤𝆤࿚۶ৎ𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤۶ৎ࿙𝆤𝆤࿚࿙𝆤☘️

[sweetsbfreex]

my love

summary: a blurb of ceo!harry taking care of his pregnant wife

pairing: ceo,husband!harry styles x pregnant,wife!reader

warnings: none! just fluff

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You were in Bloomingdale’s, a blubbering, pregnant mess to be exact. Staring at the array of newborn baby clothes. 

You weren’t really sure what happened. The only thing you did know was you wanted Harry and you’d deal with the guilt of bothering him at work later. 

Your phone was to your ear in seconds, as you waited patiently for your husband to pick up.

“Hi, angel,” harry greets you gently.

“H—“

“Woah” Harry stands up immediately from his desk. You’ve said one letter, yet he can immediately hear how stuffed you are and the shakiness in your voice. You’ve been crying and he doesn’t like that one bit. He’s praying nothing serious has happened to you or the baby, and that you’ve just watched an SPCA commercial or the ending of Avatar: The Last Airbender, or maybe you've just read a novel.

“Love? You alright, what is it?” 

“I— I’m at the mall, in Bloomingdale’s shopping for the baby, and I don’t know what’s wrong, but I just started crying. The clothes are so small and cute, Harry. I think it’s the hormones…” you wipe at your tears. Trying to make sure no one was around to witness a pregnant woman lose her mind. You especially didn’t need to see it in magazines. 

“Okay, okay. Just breathe, love. Probably a bit overwhelmed, huh?” he speaks softly into the phone.

“I think so?” you stammer. 

“Which mall are you at?” He asks, gathering his keys, packing his backpack and briefcase, and locking his office door. 

“I’m at Simons, but you don’t have to drive all the way over here, just wanted to talk to you, H” 

“Nonsense. I’ll be there in a few alright, beautiful? Just stay put.”

“Okay,” you mumble. You tried your best to hide the excitement and lack of guilt you were feeling about getting to see Harry earlier than you would have. 

But you missed him and the kiss goodbye you got earlier was not enough. 

-

Harry walks towards you in a stoic stride, adorned in one of his many custom suits; his hair perfectly styled and curled to his shoulders. Before you know it his hands cradle your cheeks, thumbs wiping under your eyes as he pampers you, “All right, my love? Don’t have to break anyone’s face?” he jokes, smiling when you giggle. 

He encases your body into his (as close he can with your belly in the way) one hand rubbing up and down your back, then places a sweet kiss to the top of your head. 

“You find anything you like?”

“No, not yet.” 

“Well, then let’s look around.” 

He takes hold of your hand while using the other to hold your shopping bag. 

-

“Ooo, look at this Harry! It’s so cute,” you turn to him, holding a pale-pink, cable knit cardigan with matching bloomers. 

“Put anything you want in the bag, my love,” 

So you do, shopping together to your heart's desire for your baby girl. With Harry, there was no such thing as a limit. Leading to you picking up anything you thought was cute. A crochet, fruit embroidered romper; A Ralph Lauren pink, striped, oxford dress; a pair of the smallest, cutest uggs; a tulle dress. And other things you two thought were cute. 

During your shopping, Harry picks up a phone call as you shop around him. 

“Styles.” He answers. 

“H,” you whisper, holding up a hat. 

He smiles, holding up an okay before kissing your cheek quickly. 

“I won’t be back for the day..”

You look up at him, confused. You’re about to argue when he holds up a finger to his lips. He loves you, but god are you stubborn. 

“..So make sure Stacy finishes her report and drops it off precisely at three, no extension. And Tony isn’t on his arse all day.” 

He hangs up when the conversation is over. Surprised when your arms wrap around his neck and your lips smash on his. 

His arms wrap around your torso, bunching up the silk dress that draped over your bump perfectly. 

You pull away, “That was hot.” 

His cheeks tint as he does his signature smirk. That was not helping you calm down In any way. 

“Don’t look all bashful,” you nip his bottom lip. “Did you bring the car with the really tinted windows?” You ask against his lips.

“Yes,” he husks, raising a hand to grasp the back of your neck. 

“Let’s hurry and check out,” you kiss him one more time. Hand-in-hand, you drag him to the register. All while Harry follows like a love sick puppy. 

-

“That’ll be $1,108. Will you be paying with cash or card, today?” 

Harry answers with card. He doesn’t react to the long number as he hands them his black American Express.

Yeah, he was definitely getting lucky. 

Harry gathers both shopping bags in one hand, while the other locks with yours. He carefully, but quickly ushers the both of you to his car.

-

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[emerald-writes]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Curtis, Steve, and Ari + they’re partners at a law firm, and after a huge win, they decide to celebrate with you, their sweet assistant whether you want to or not 😈

Ooo! This gave me so many ideas. Some dark, some not.

This is not a drabble at all- sorry not sorry.

Light-Dark!boss! Steve rogers/Ari levinson/Curtis Everette x Fem!Assistant!Reader

Word count: 1468

Warnings: dark, non-con, Sex pollen, non-con drugging, Smut, foursome, Bosses x assistant,

18+ Smut ahead- Read at your own risk

Note: This took so long to write cause I just had to do my men justice!

Ding

The sound accompanies the elevator doors sliding opening with a hand nudging you forward into the lift.

“That was a good one tonight boys” Your tall and brawny boss, Curtis announces as he steps in behind you, crowding you forward towards the mirror. The other two equally tall men follow suit on either side, practically caging you between their bodies.

“Hell yeah it was Curt” Ari smirks, peering down at you “big thanks to our pretty assistant over here”

You stammer and blush slightly “oh- please I didn’t do that much” you insist as Ari catches your gaze with his pretty blue eyes that suck you in like a vortex.

“Give yourself more credit Doll” Steve Rogers deep voice rumbles behind you as he sets a large hand on your shoulder “we would be a mess without you fixing our problems and organizing shit”

His voice seems to knock you out of whatever trance you were in with Ari. You blink and step back closer towards the wall of the elevator, suddenly feeling very hot and trapped.

“Yeah, How about you stay for a drink sweetheart” Ari’s charming smile disarms any doubt or anxiety that bubbled in your chest from the men’s gaze.

“Maybe just one, I have a busy day tomorrow” you murmur and twist your hands in front of you, still hesitant to accept their generous offer of their attention.

Ding

The elevator slides to a stop and opens onto the floor you usually find yourself on. The modern space has four offices, one for each of your bosses and your smaller office.

Curtis urges you off the lift and towards the common area, where they usually entertain guests and some clients. “What’s your poison?” He grumbles your name as he gestures to the large bar that takes up the whole wall.

“Oh- um just a white wine please, nothing much” you mutter, feeling overwhelmed by the choices along the wall “whichever you think is best”

As you turn to go sit down, you miss Curtis’s malicious smirk as he opens a locked drawer before he gets to the wine. “Of course sweetheart”

Steve gets your attention and hands you a few folders “can you put these in my office? They can be sorted on Monday”

You nod, happy to be of help and scurry off towards his large office. Leaving the men to whisper and mutter among themselves.

You return to see them already seated, with Steve holding his whiskey and your wine. “Come sit” he says, gesturing to his couch.

You walk towards him, aiming to sit beside him but are grabbed mid step and hauled onto Steve’s lap. You squeak out a noise of surprise and try to squirm off. “Steve- what are you-?”

Ari quickly shushes you, sitting on Steve’s right side “it’s okay darling, we just wanna celebrate okay? It’s easier this way. We can all sit on the same couch”

Steve hands you your drink, and you take a sip to avoid answering.

“Isn’t that thoughtful of us. Hmm sweetheart” Curtis rumbles from your left, watching you with dark eyes.

You hum softly, a warm feeling settling in your stomach. Unsure whether it’s from their gazes, the drink or Steve’s hand rubbing along your sides as he keeps you steady. “Oh- yeah of course” you murmur, keeping your head down and focused on the glass of wine.

Fuck- this is inappropriate you think to yourself how can I get out of this situation? It’s rude to leave now.

You busy yourself trying to ignore their gazes by continuing to sip your drink. As you drink, you notice your body start to feel off and suddenly the feeling of them pressing against you is all you can think of. Suddenly your body starts to get hot, like the hot air has turned up. Oh fuck you feel your panties form a wet spot beneath you.

“I gotta go- to the bathroom. Yeah” you try to squirm off Steve’s lap even if your brain is screaming at you to curl up closer to him and his warmth.

“Doll? Are you alright?” Steve says, his firm grip not letting you stand “you look awfully flushed, can we help?”

You mutter and slightly slur your words as you look between the men surrounding you “I’m fine- I should go. I’m suddenly not feeling well” you try to pry Steve’s arm off you.

You hear Ari tsk beside you, his hand raising to turn your head to look at him “aww look at you princess. Let us help you okay?” His light caresses cause you to unconsciously lean into his touch and hum softly. You don’t see the others satisfied smirks, and cocks twitch at your reaction.

Your eyes flutter shut as you lean back into Steve’s embrace and Ari’s touch. “Feels good” you murmur as Curtis places a hand on your thigh, rubbing softly. “Yeah? You like it sweetheart? You want us to help you feel better, go on say it”

Your body tingles as you nod quickly “please- I feel weird- what’s happening?” You practically start begging. If you weren’t so out of it you would be appalled at how quickly they make you beg and whine for their touch. Your bosses out of anyone.

Steve picks you up and turns you around to face him, and straddle his thick thighs. “I get a try first. This was my idea.” He chuckles and rips your underwear off with a firm tug, tossing it to Curtis who takes a deep sniff and groans.

As Steve turns his focus back to you, he reaches down to circle your delicate clit, softly rubbing and prodding around. “Fuck- Doll your soaked! You really need us huh?” His smirks grows as you whine and nod in response, hips moving back and forth desperately.

“Please- I need you! Steve please!” You gasp, gripping onto his broad shoulders like a lifeline to ground you in reality. “Fuck- I’m sorry Steve- I can’t help it”

Steve lines his thick cock up to your entrance, slowly lowering you down with hands firmly on your hips. “That’s it doll- it’s alright I know a pretty girl like you needs a firm hand. To fuck- your so tight! Such a good girl for me Doll” he groans as his grip tightens, and you moan looking down to see him stretching you out. He’s the biggest you’ve taken, definitely the longest too.

What about the other two you think to yourself.

Looking over at Ari then at Curtis you see them both stroking their thick cocks, Curtis is definitely the thickest, Steve the longest and Ari a perfect mix of the both.

You are thrown back into reality as Steve begins to pound up into your tight pussy. Hips moving fast and fingers rubbing circles on your clit as he mutters and groans praise into your ears. “Such a perfect slut for us- huh doll, you needed this. I’m gonna fill you up so well. Leave you aching for me Doll”

You desperately moan and whine, reaching down to stroke both Curtis and Ari as you roll your hips to meet Steve’s thrusts. “Yes! Please Steve- more! Fuck- don’t stop! Please feels so good! So big- so much Steve! Yess I’m so close Steve! I’m gonna cum” you whine and gasp.

“You gonna cum for us? Show us how pretty you are when you cum?” Ari growls into your ear, his hand over yours controlling your pace on his cock. “Do you like this that much, princess? Yeah? I bet so”

You desperately nod, moaning loudly between the men. “Please- don’t stop! I’m so close! I’m gonna cum”

Steve grins, leaning down to your ear “cum for us Doll. Cum at the same time as me, come on doll”

He groans loudly, his thrusts stuttering as he slows down and cums deep inside your pussy. Just as you finally orgasm as well, head whipping and back arching as you scream out Steve’s name.

Steve slows down, rubbing your back in slow circles. Letting you calm down from your high.

“You okay Sweetheart? You ready for more” Curtis voice rumbles beside you, his hand resting on your cheek. “Let’s move somewhere more comfortable for the rest of the night hmm?”

You feel yourself move as you are placed into Ari’s arms and start heading towards the elevator. “Hmm- wait what” you mutter, looking over his shoulders to see Curtis’s and Steve’s grins as they follow behind.

“Don’t worry Doll we are coming. This is gonna be a long and fun weekend for you.” Steve grins joyfully.

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy it sweetheart” Curtis winks at you as he grips his cock with one large hand.

You already know you will like whatever they have planned. You feel safe and secure in their arms, within their protection. You just needed a little push to really realize that.

I hope you enjoyed! thank you so much for reading!

Constructive criticism is welcome <3

[eat-limes-bitches]

The Sounds That Bind Us

PAIRING: Female Farmer! Reader x Bucky Barnes

SUMMARY: Music has a way of tying two people together, in ways that only the universe can design.

WARNINGS: umm, major fluff, so so so fluffy! Minor injuries (for Bucky any way)

Word Count: 2967

Alternate Jun-iverse: C4027 | Square 1: Soulmate | Square 2: Country

A/N: OOO! I'm excited for this one yall! I've been working on it for a while! (Hence the word length hehe) But this is my first attempt at a soulmate AU and I hope I did it justice, but I'm really happy with it and I hope you guys love it as much as I do!

Song lyrics are in italics and the songs are:

Honey Take My Hand by Cody Francis

Didn’t See It Coming by My Brothers and I

Fallen Like A Star by St. Lundi

Enjoy! <3

Divider by Rookthorne, graphic by Eat-Limes-Bitches

Bucky was going to kill him. Steve had promised an easy in-and-out mission, something low stakes to get back into the groove after some time off in Wakanda. This was everything but that. Bucky was snapped out of his murderous thoughts by a bullet whizzing by his head, making him curse as he sped up. These HYDRA soldiers were hot on his tail, and not letting up. It didn’t help that he had been hit, the pain coursing through his right thigh a constant reminder of the bullet lodged in the flesh. As he tumbled through the treeline into a clearing, he saw an old barn, the moonlight reflecting off the tin roof seemed like a beacon of hope. Without any other options, he skillfully hopped over the fence, ducked into the barn, held his breath, and listened. The soldiers came exploding through the treeline and stopped, seeing no sign of Bucky anywhere. Bucky listened carefully as he heard them approach the barn and stop. Their boots crunched on the fallen leaves as they circled the barn. His heart was in his throat, blood rushing in his ears but after a moment that seemed like forever, they left. Bucky didn’t move for almost an hour, listening and making sure that he was in the clear before he pulled out his transponder. He looked down to activate it and saw that it had been trashed by a stray bullet. He groaned out a curse and threw the useless device across the barn. He tried to stand but the pain in his leg prevented him from supporting any weight so he pushed himself up against the wall, deciding that he’d just rest for a bit.

He was on the verge of sleep when a song started to flow through his mind, louder than it had been since, ever, causing him to startle. See, everyone had a soulmate, something Bucky never believed in, having never heard any music in the 40’s. After he fell off the train, he figured whoever they were would be long dead by now. However, since coming out of recovery, he started to hear the music again. Part of HYDRA’s programming, he found out, was to block the music that would be pumping into his mind from his soulmate but now that he was free from all of the things that HYDRA put in his head, he started hearing music. He didn’t think much of it, as it was always quiet and in the background like a thought, but this song was so loud that it sounded like it was being whispered in his ear. 

“Let's get out, we can leave this city. Let's drive to the open air. Yeah, the countryside is so pretty. With the wind blowing in your hair. We can look back someday Baby, don't you understand? That we only get one love, I wanna make it count. Honey, come on now and take my hand”

It was a soft melody, the gentle guitar soothing his frayed nerves, and just as quickly as it startled him awake, it soothed him back to sleep.

He was woken up by something cold and wet nuzzling into his cheek. Bucky groaned and tried to shift away from the intrusion but he was too stiff from his awkward sleeping predicament to move very fast. Swatting at whatever the hell was messing with him, he was greeted by more music flooding his senses. This time, even louder than the last. The guitar was vibrating his bones and the drums rattling his teeth when all of a sudden there was a gasp and the music promptly stopped. 

“Jake! Get away from him! Jesus, hey guy, are you ok?” 

A panicked voice called out as the presence next to him disappeared. Bucky shot open his eyes and shot up into a position ready to defend himself when he saw a woman staring at him. Her light blue button-up was tucked into a pair of old worn-out jeans with a dark belt securing them in place around her hips. A large black and white dog was standing at her side, tail wagging furiously back and forth as its warm brown eyes stared at him. 

Bucky blinked, all the memories of what happened yesterday came flooding back into the forefront of his brain.

“Uh- yeah, I uh- I think so.” He groaned, his leg screaming at him in pain causing him to hiss out in discomfort. 

“Are you sure? You don’t seem like it, here, let me help you.” The woman walked over, tucking an arm underneath his and wrapping it around him, hoisting him onto his feet and leading him to a bench on the other side of the barn. She gently placed him down and ran her eyes over him when she noticed the dried patch of blood on his thigh.

“Shit, have you been shot?!” Bucky was too busy gawking at how stunning this woman was to notice that he was bleeding again, her words caused him to look down where she was staring.

“Oh. Yeah, I guess I was. I kind of forgot about that.” Bucky shrugged as he watched the woman wander off to another area.

“How in the hell do you just forget that you were shot?!” She called out in between the slams of cabinet doors. Bucky took a deep breath, opening his mouth to respond when he noticed the dog, who he presumed to be the ‘Jake’ the woman had called out to, resting his head on Bucky’s non-injured thigh. He ran his fingers through the soft silky fur of the pup’s head, looking back up when he heard the woman's rapidly returning footsteps. She appeared from around an old tractor, med kit in tow. She saw the dog vibrating happily underneath Bucky’s attention and smiled softly.

“Jake! Leave…” She paused looking at Bucky for his name. 

“Bucky. You can call me Bucky.” She smiled.

“Y/n. Nice to meet you Bucky.” Bucky’s heart flipped in his chest at the sound of his name rolling off her tongue. His eyes followed her as she crouched down next to him, placing the med kit on the bench. 

“Are you ok with me taking care of this or would you rather do it,” Y/n asked as she began to rifle through the box looking for all of the necessary supplies. Bucky was shocked, she just found this strange man in her barn and was going to help him out instead of calling the cops. He realized she was waiting for an answer, her eyes full of worry staring at him, waiting for an answer. 

“Or, um, I can take you to the hospital, but that's a bit of a drive.” Bucky just shook his head.

“No, no. It’s fine. If you leave the supplies here I can take care of it. Thanks.” Y/n nodded standing up.

“Of course! I’ll get you a change of clothes. My brother left some clothes here, he’s about your height. Hopefully, they fit.”

Before Bucky could say anything else, Y/n walked out of the barn and disappeared, leaving Bucky alone with Jake and a med kit. Bucky gave the dog a final pet before tending to injury.

Once, he was cleaned up and in a fresh pair of clothes, Y/n brought him to the little farmhouse for some breakfast. Bucky sat on a stool watching Y/n cook.

“So how did you end up in my barn? It’s not every day that I get up to start chores and find a man in there.” She asked, flipping over the pancake in the skillet. Bucky chuckled scratching the back of his neck, trying to decide what to say.

“Well, uh… It’s kind of a long story...” 

A few days had passed since breakfast that morning, him spilling his entire life life story to this woman. She promised to try and help him get back to his team, however, the first snow of the season had fallen that same evening and there was no way for them to drive to the town some thirty miles away with the ice and snow covering the roads. 

“Being in the middle of nowhere has its advantages and disadvantages.” She had told him, shoveling a path out to the barn the next morning. “The fact that no plow trucks come through here just happens to be one of the shitty things.” 

Bucky felt strange just sitting around while she worked so he offered to help out while he was there. A sort of thank you for inadvertently saving his life. The more he worked around the farm, the more music he heard playing through his mind, but every time he tried to find the source, it would disappear and Y/N would appear from around a corner, tucking something into her pocket and then asking Bucky a question as she approached. 

The same thing was happening again as Bucky heard the first few chords from a new song drift into his mind, the same volume as the song that first night he slept in the barn.

“Fell in love with a girl that's a few years younger. Was a sister of a friend, didn’t see it coming.”

Bucky set down the bale of hay he had started to take to the horses, to follow the music. He walked over towards the door of the barn, the music getting louder with each step he took.

“I was hanging with him when I heard the door open.”

He pushed open the door and looked out to see Y/n and Jake walking towards the barn. She had earbuds tucked in under her hat, humming softly, and with each step she took towards the barn the louder the music in Bucky's ears got. He felt his heart start to race, his mouth ran dry.

“She walked into the room with a smile and that’s when, her eyes looked at me and said quietly,”

Y/n looked up to see Bucky staring at her and plucked the earbuds out of her ears and tucked them into her pocket, the music playing in Bucky’s mind disappearing with them.

“Hey, Bucky! I was lookin’ for ya!” She smiled at him, continuing to walk closer. “I was wondering if you could help me with something a little different.” She was standing right in front of him now, her bright eyes locking onto his. His pulse started to quicken as he hoped the cold masked the blush forming on his cheeks. 

“W-what might that be?” Y/n giggled and placed a hand on his shoulder sparks flooding throughout his body as she pushed him back into the barn. 

“I have to round up the cows today, since it’s snowed that means all of the bot flies are gone so we can go ahead and deworm them. I was hoping you could tag along. I know you’ve probably never done anything like this but it would really help me out a ton.” She smiled sweetly at him as she paused by the tack room, heading inside to grab her saddle and other equipment for the task at hand. 

“Uh sure, I’ll give it a go,” Bucky replied, following her into the small room, grabbing the other saddle sitting on the rack. It was then Bucky decided that he would do just about anything to get Y/n to smile at him like that again. It was so warm and bright that he felt ten times warmer than he did just moments ago.

“Awesome! Thank you so much, Buck! If you want to tack up Shanty I’ll hop on Zippy and we can go bring those cows up to the cattle shed!” 

Bucky saddled up Shanty with some difficulty due to the fact he had no idea what the hell he was doing, but with Y/n’s help, the pair were ready to go. Bucky watched as Y/n skillfully mounted the red horse who was stomping around impatiently waiting for her to get on. Taking a deep breath, he carefully pulled himself up into the saddle and nodded for Y/n to lead the way. As the pair began to jog through the snow Bucky called out,

“I hope you know I haven’t been on a horse since 1943, an’ never used em’ on a farm before so I have no idea what I’m doin’ darlin’.”

Y/n let out a laugh that seemed to sing off of the ice that covered a nearby pond. She looked over her shoulder and Bucky was convinced he had never seen a more beautiful sight. The morning sun reflected off the snow, causing its golden glow to dance across the landscape. Its golden rays were blocked by the brim of her dark cowboy hat, but the leather band almost seemed to be turned into gold as the beams of light that slipped around the edges wove into the intricate braid. Her eyes sparkled with something so warm and bright that Bucky was sure he was seeing an angel in person. 

“Don’t worry too much!” She replied, oblivious to the effect she had on the man. 

“Shanty’s a pro. She can basically do this on her own, she just prefers having someone on her back or a little extra guidance.” Y/n explained as the cow herd came into view. “Just point her in the right direction, she will do the rest.” 

Bucky nodded and watched as Y/n kicked Zippy forward toward the cows and once she rounded the back, the herd started running in his direction. Gripping onto the reins, he pointed Shanty in the direction and when the cows tried to jump out of line, Shanty would run and slide to a stop, forcing the cows to stay in a group as they ran towards the cattle shed. 

The journey back to the cattle shed was considerably more work than the ride out, constantly trying to keep the frisky cows from darting off one way or another but eventually, they were all secured in the barn, Y/n smiled at Bucky.

“Thank you for your help. I can take it from here. Meet you inside for dinner? I prepped some ravioli last week that’s in the freezer.” 

Bucky smiled and agreed, leading Shanty and Zippy back to the barn, the goofy grin remaining on his face all the way there.

Bucky grumbled angrily as the wrench slipped out of his hand. He reached out from under the tractor with his left hand when he remembered that his left hand was, essentially, an all-purpose tool. After finally getting the stubborn bolt off, he pushed himself out from underneath the tractor and took a sip of the hot cider in his mug that Y/n insisted he take with him after dinner. In between bites of the best ravioli that he had ever eaten, Y/n mentioned that the tractor had a bust pipe and that he had gotten the parts but hadn’t had the time to fix it herself so naturally, Bucky set off to fix it as soon as the dishes were done. 

Just as Bucky was about to get back to work, he heard a new melody whisper in his ear.

I'm flying, shining, bright like just like the Leonids, Heading for you.

Wiping his hands off on an old shop towel, Bucky made his way back to the farmhouse, and with each step he took, the music got a little louder.

Slowly, but surely, lighting up the pyramids, On my way to you

Kicking off his snow and mud-covered boots in the mud room, Bucky followed the sound of the music, to the back porch where he found Y/n sitting with a mug in her hands gazing up at the stars.

Ooh, ooh. I've fallen like a star for you

The music was so loud at this point, that Bucky was convinced that it was integrating itself into the very fiber of his being. Taking a steadying breath, he reached out a hand and placed it on Y/n’s shoulder startling her her slightly before realizing it was just him. He watched as she hit the pause button, and the music that was flowing so clearly stopped. Bucky felt his heart rate pick up. There is no way that he's finally found her after all this time.

“Hey Buck, What going on?” Y/n asks softly, offering a smile

“Can I see your Phone?” Bucky asks all in one breath.

Puzzled Y/n hands it to him. “Uh, sure why?”

“I just want to try something” He mumbled as he put the earbuds in and walked away from her to the opposite end of the porch. He locked eyes with her and hit play.

He watched as Y/n’s eyes grew wide, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. She heard it too. Bucky swallowed as he took a shaky step toward her, the music getting louder with each step he took until he was standing face-to-face with her.

Ooh, ooh. I've fallen like a star for you

“I think you’re my soulmate” He whispered, reaching out to cup her face with his flesh hand, the metal one still holding onto the phone.

Y/n blinked a few times in surprise before surging forward and tackling him in a hug planting a firm but warm kiss on his lips. Bucky blinked in surprise but responded immediately, wrapping his other arm around her and pulling her flush against his body.  Eventually, they parted and Y/n smiled up at him.

 “Does that mean you’ll stay here with me?” She whispered.

Bucky pressed his forehead against hers before he replied, “Forever and always, for as long as you’ll have me.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Bargain 5

Masterlist

Warnings: financial stress and abuse, coercion, noncon, and some possible unmentioned triggers.

Character: Nick Fowler

Summary: You realise you don't know Nick anymore.

Note: Chapter ended up a bit longer than intended but not much.

As always, I appreciate all kinds of feedback. A like and reblog means so much to me! <3

You kneel on the floor, gathering up the spilled jewelry back into the case. The stickiness dries on your thighs as you work at clearing the mess. You put the box back on the vanity and gather up the small bottles and vials all around.

As you reach for the displaced packet of pills, Nick bends to take it first. He stands and gives a curious tilt of his head. You watch him as you sit back on your heels.

“You don’t need these,” he says as he crushes it in his fist.

“What? Nick those are–”

“I know what they are. It’s bad for you. Fucks with your hormones.”

“But—”

“But?” He challenges as he stands over you, his trousers replaced only with a loose pair of boxers, “we’re getting married, baby. It could happen now or then. Doesn’t matter either way, does it?”

“That… that wasn’t part of the deal–”

“What do you think the deal is, angel? If you’re gonna be my wife, you’re going to fulfill your wifely duties. Completely,” he snarls, “I can be a nice husband. A great husband. So why don’t you put on a smile,” he bends and touches your cheek, “clean this up, and get to bed.”

You turn your face down and issue a wispy, ‘yes, Nick.’

You go back to your work, lining up everything as it was before. You get up and straighten the mirror as it tilts on its frame from your frantic grasp. You look at yourself in the mirror, you see the defeat glisten at the corner of your eyes. You look almost gaunt, like a ghost of yourself.

You know Nick will take everything from you if you let him. It’s an icy epiphany that makes you shiver. You glance behind you as he stands by the bed. He shoves down his boxers and looks down his hard stomach, gripping his length as he pumps it.

“Hurry up, honey,” he taunts as he steps out of his boxers.

Your eyes pinpoint back to your reflection. You drift off into a memory. Of the Nick you used to know.

“It’s fine, I got it,” you wave him off as you tap your card on the machine, “you’ll get me next time, right?”

“I swear, I got money coming in,” Nick says as he accepts his drink from the barista, “I just… I gotta move some stuff around.”

“Really, it’s no biggie,” you smile and take your steaming tea latte, “that’s what friends do.”

“Friends,” he smirks crookedly, “yeah.”

He turns his back as his cheek twitches and he leads you to a table in the corner. You sit across from him, setting your cup down as you’re distracted by the strap of your purse. You replace your card inside and untangle yourself. You’re such a mess.

“So, basic training? Sounds intense,” you hug your hands around the warm comfort of your cup. “A lot more than corporate oversight. I can’t tell you how boring this internship is. And the printer… maybe you can show me how to land a punch so I can get it working.”

“Uh,” he scratches his throat and coughs. He looks into his cup and shrugs, “you know, it’s really not that bad.”

“Made any work friends? That guy I started with, Cole, he’s a bit slow on the uptake so far. He invited half the office to some karaoke party,” you shake your head, “a bit old for an internship if you ask me. And karaoke.”

“Huh,” Nick snorts, “weird. No, I guess, there’s a girl, Mace. She’s… tough.”

“Ooo, Mace, sounds sexy. Are agents allowed to date–”

“Date– no. I’m not… not looking,” he huffs and looks out the window, “not into her.”

“Oh, but you like someone?” You prompt, “is it your neighbour? She’s hot.”

“She’s obnoxious,” he scowls at the street. You watch the stone in his eye and the tick in his jaw. “It’s nothing. It’s stupid. She’s obviously not interested.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. Maybe if you told her… that’s how I got Curtis. Once I got over all my dumb fear.”

He looks at you. The tension leaves his face and his lips curve just a little. He shakes his head and pulls back, pushing his shoulders wide.

“Like I said, never gonna happen.”

[cartermagazine]

Today In History

Born in Detroit, Michigan, on February 19, 1940, William “Smokey” Robinson is a prolific songwriter credited with 4,000 songs and 37 Top 40 hits.

Robinson founded The Miracles while still in high school. The group was Berry Gordy’s first vocal group, and it was at Robinson’s suggestion that Gordy started the Motown Record dynasty. Their single of Robinson’s “Shop Around” became Motown’s first #1 hit on the R&B singles chart. In the years following, Robinson continued to pen hits for the group including “You’ve Really Got a Hold on Me,” “Ooo Baby Baby,” “The Tracks of My Tears,” “Going to a Go-Go,” “More Love,” “Tears of a Clown” (co-written with Stevie Wonder), and “I Second That Emotion.”

The Miracles dominated the R&B scene throughout the 1960’s and early 70’s and Robinson became Vice President of Motown Records serving as in-house producer, talent scout and songwriter.

In addition to writing hits for the Miracles, Robinson wrote and produced hits for other Motown greats including The Temptations, Mary Wells, Brenda Holloway, Marvin Gaye and others. “The Way You Do the Things You Do,” “My Girl,” “Get Ready,” “You Beat Me to the Punch,” “Don’t Mess with Bill,” “Ain’t That Peculiar,” and “My Guy” are just a few of his songwriting triumphs during those years.

After Robinson left the Miracles, fellow member Marv Tarplin joined him on tour in 1973, and presented him a tune he had composed on his guitar. Robinson later wrote the lyrics that became his first solo top ten Pop single, “Cruisin’”. The song hit number one in Cash Box and peaked at number four on the Billboard Hot 100. It also became his first solo number one in New Zealand.

CARTER™ Magazine

[hanasnx]

Hear me out, anakin seeing his partner wearing eyeliner for the first time.

I think hed find it so hot, hed keep asking questions about it and might even ask you to try it on him. he's already big on eye contact but now he just wouldn't be able to stop looking at your eyes

Then he takes you back to his room that night and makes it run down your face

good loard leah. good lord. how did you know i love shit like this? ooo i’m an eyeliner bitch. i’m a put-makeup-on-your-boyfriend bitch. i’m a make-it-run-down-my-face-from-sweat-tears-and-cum bitch. oooooo

☥ anakin would be the type to stare into your eyes as you’re concentrating putting eyeliner on him. he’s got grabby hands and it’s messing up your steady hand. “stay still, ani.”

“i’m trying,” he tells you, but he doesn’t sound genuine. he’s close enough to you to smell your perfume, how can he keep his hands to himself?

“try harder.” you chide. you get a taste of your own medicine seeing him with the finished product. how the line of black accentuates anakin’s already hypnotizing and seductive gaze.

☥ anakin getting lost in your eyes when you’ve put your makeup on. talking to you and glancing at you— only to linger, and trail off.

“what? what is it?” you ask, and his fingers pinch your chin so he can get a better look.

“so good at that…” he muses. whether he’s praising how obedient you are to his physical commands to look up at him, or how skilled you are at your makeup, you don’t know. but your cheeks burn anyway.

☥ making it run down your face, ruining it purposely, somehow fans his ego. to bring you to the point of pleasure that streams tears down your face, the charcoal of liner and mascara painting your enraptured countenance like a most exquisite work of art. to him, in a way, it is. an act of deliberate composition. as if he’s challenged himself to recreate it whenever possible because he loves how it looks on you, and what it means. wiping it from your cheeks only causes it to smear, and his eyes bore into every detail of your pouty and colored expression. sniffling as he licks away your salty tears, and the bitterness of coal lingers on his tongue.

[mynameismckenziemae]

She's a Fire-Chapter XXIV

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/

Reader (no use of y/n)

Make a mess of me

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: smut, 18+ MDNI, butt stuff, etc.

“Will you be my good boy and keep it in through dinner?”

He hides his face with a dramatic groan, but his lips twitch, fighting a smile. “Do I have to?”

“‘Course not baby. I only asked so the prep will be easier when I take your ass later,” you reply, hands sneaking under to squeeze his reddened cheeks, “but we don’t have to do that either if you don’t want to.”

He shudders and turns his head to meet your eyes, “No! No…I want that. Just promise you won’t make me jizz my pants in front of Bob and Sunny?”

“But I thought you liked cumming in front of Bob and Sunny?” You tease, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips before reaching up to untie his arms. “Kidding. I promise though. You’re not gonna cum until I’m inside you later.”

“Jesus, Row,” he groans; his spent cock gives a gallant twitch inside you but you climb off and take him by the hand to the bathroom for a shower before dinner.

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“So we leave Friday afternoon and come back Sunday afternoon, right?” Sunny asks across the from you, sipping her drink-a margarita of course.

“Yep, pack swimwear,” you smirk, not giving her anything else.

“That’s it?! That’s all you’re gonna tell me?”

“Oh my God Sunny. You literally asked for the bachelorette party to be a surprise!” You laugh, but you were dying to tell her what you have planned over the Fourth of July, but she wanted a surprise and you weren’t going to ruin it now. It was a combined bachelor/bachelorette party after she kept dropping not-so-subtle hints of that preference for Bob.

“Ughhhh, I know,” she sighs. “It seemed like a good idea at the time but now I can’t wait.”

“It’s only two weeks away, you’ll be alright,” Bob smiles.

“What are you guys doing? Golfing? I hope not, ew. Gambling? Strip club? Ooo! Can we meet them at the strip club?” She asks, nodding excitedly.

“Only you would be excited for strippers, Sunny girl,” Bradley laughs, shaking his head. “Sorry, but I’m not telling either.”

“But you told Bob! And that’s really not fair. I’ve tried everything…and I do mean ev-er-y-thing,” she winks, while Bob flushes, obviously remembering her attempts to crack him, “But he’s like a steel trap!”

“Yeah, he told me.” Bradley replies, shaking his head while a similar flush creeps up his neck too, “And oof, Sun. You fight dirty.”

She lets out that adorable laugh of hers and you smile. God, you were so happy she was back in your life.

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“So.. did Row give you your birthday present yet?” Sunny asks, turning to wiggle her brows at Bradley as Bob pulls into the driveway—who graciously offered to be the designated driver again.

“Yeah, you already know about Lola,” Bradley says, so distracted by his thoughts of what’s to come that he misses her double entendre.

“Of course, I know about Lola, I meant did Row do anything special in bed? You know, birthday sex. Like for my birthday, Bobby—“

Bob shushes her, squeezing her knee with a chuckle. “That’s it. No more tequila. Not only do your clothes come off but all our secrets come out too.”

“You’re no fun,” she says rolling her eyes. “They know most of our secrets anyway. We did have sex next to them, remember? Good lord, was that hot. So?” She sighs, looking at Bradley pointedly.

Bradley flushes and rubs the back of his neck. “Uh...”

Sunny interrupts before he can continue. “Oh, she so did! Didn’t you, Row? Did she tie you up? Did she give you a blowie? You know I’ve seen her toy collection. Did she put something in your butt? Did she let you put something in hers? Did you spank her? Did she spank you? Did—“

You and Bradley laugh as Bob covers her mouth, giving her a look. “Quit interrogating him, or I’m gonna spank you.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat? Do you promise?” She mumbles under his hand, arching her brow sassily.

Bob rolls his eyes at her antics with a smile and leans forward to kiss her.

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You wave them off with plans to meet back up at the beach tomorrow with the pups.

Bradley lets Lola outside while you open the app on your phone, turning the plug’s vibration on for the first time since he got off earlier in the afternoon.

His back stiffens as he feels it, his head drops to his shoulder when you grind your hips into his ass. Your hands wrap around him; the right snaking under his shirt to tweak his nipple while your left cups the erection he no longer has to fight to conceal.

You shiver at the unrestrained groan that leaves him as you stroke him through his jeans.

“I love how vocal you are, it makes me so wet. Will you record yourself jerking off before the next deployment?” You murmur against his back.

“Yes, fuck. Anything for you,” he sighs, closing the door after Lola runs past.

You squeal when he turns to pick you up bridal style, carrying you up the stairs with ease.

“How…?” He asks, trailing off as he strips off your clothes, kissing every new bit of skin he exposes.

“I was thinking you could ride me. I want you to cum on my tits and face.” You moan as his lips brush across your collarbone.

A shiver works through him and nods eagerly. He slips off his own clothes and lets you lead him to the bed.

“Bend over,” you whisper, putting light pressure between his shoulder blades.

A humiliated, but aroused flush creeps up his chest at your words, but he does as you request. He whimpers softly when you remove the plug and sighs when you replace it with two well-lubricated fingers, zeroing in on his sensitive prostate.

“I’m—fuck! I’m ready, sososo ready. Please?” He begs after you quickly work him up to 3 fingers while his hips rut against the comforter.

“You’ll take what I give you,” you tease, slapping your other hand on the tender skin of his ass. “Stop humping the bed before you cum.”

His whole body trembles. “Yes ma’am.”

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He’s ready after a few more minutes; mostly because he’s going to cum if you don’t give him reprieve.

You pause in the doorway on the way back to the bedroom after washing your hands and donning the harness. He’s still bent over the bed where you left him, resting his head on his crossed arms, hard cock steadily dripping precum on the wood floor; he’s so turned on he can’t help but shift his weight from one leg to the other.

Seeing him so needy sends another wave of arousal straight between your legs.

You pull him over you after lying back on the bed. He grunts desperately when his cock grinds against the strap. “…want it, please.”

“Shhhh, it’s okay. Sit up.” You murmur against his lips.

You squirt a generous amount on your hand and coat the dildo, tapping his side when you’re done. “Ready when you are.”

He straddles your hips, hands bracing on the frame above your head and slowly starts to sink down, holding his breath until his hips meet yours.

“So good for me, taking it all,” you praise, smiling at his shuddering inhale.

“Ohhhh Row—hnnhgh,” he rasps when his prostate is brushed on a downstroke and your pussy clenches in response.

“I see why you like this. You look so hot,” you moan, your hand releasing the grip on his hip to turn on the vibration against your clit. your hips jerk up unintentionally, ripping a wrecked groan from his throat. “Shit, Sorry! I…oh God,” you gasp as he starts to move faster.

“It’s ‘kay. Feels so good,” he rasps, voice cracking.

His volume increases the faster he fucks himself on the strap; his moans, whines, and whimpers growing longer and more shameless.

You’re getting close, so your lube-slicked hand grips his cock and begins to stroke him, but his movements stutter to a halt at the overwhelming sensations.

“Try this,” you pant, guiding his hips to grind in a figure 8.

“Yeah, that’s—oh…oh fuck,” he keens, repeating the motion as you start jerking him faster.

You don’t even get a chance to warn him before the coiling tension in your pelvis breaks; your back arches and lips fall open on a silent scream as your orgasm tears through you.

A garbled sob escapes him when your grip tightens and Bradley shudders as he finds his release too. His cock pulses in your hand and stripes of cum paint your chin, breasts, and stomach.

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“I…I need a picture of you like that. You look so beautiful coated in my cum,” he pants, blindly handing you his phone after he’d flopped on his side next to you.

You laugh but oblige, reveling when his breath catches as you record yourself running your fingers through his spend and licking them clean. “I’m gonna get a bath going, okay?”

He nods a confirmation and you do just that, cleaning up while the tub fills.

You coax him to the bathroom and get him settled in the tub before pressing a kiss to his lips pulled into a sleepy smile while you pull on your robe. “Be right back, I got one more surprise. Don’t drown, okay?”

“Mmmm, no guarantees” he hums, his mustache twitching.

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“Make a wish,” you whisper after singing, and hold out a large piece of chocolate cake with a candle stuck in the middle.

“I’ve already got everything I wished for,” he murmurs, tears filling his eyes as he nods to you and then to Lola who’d made herself at home on one of the towels you set aside, tail thumping lazily when you both look at her.

“Is my singing that bad?” You tease softly, kneeling next to him in the tub and combing your fingers through his hair before wiping the tears that started to escape. “I know what you mean. These are happy tears I hope?”

He nods with a sweet smile. “I think I cried one time between when my mom died and meeting you and that was to Sunny after my near-death experience. I was telling her how I wanted a love like my parents had, someone to come home to and share my life with. Then a few weeks later, I met you and you’re…damn it, I suck at this,” he laughs wetly and you smile, your own tears starting to fall. “You’re just…everything to me, I love you.”

“You don’t suck at this. That was incredibly sweet,” you reply, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I love you too. Happy birthday.”

“I thought of my wish,” he says after a beat and blows out the candle before meeting your eye. “Wanna make it come true?

“‘Course I do,” you murmur, your attention on your fingers still weaving through his hair.

“Get in here then and let’s share that cake.”

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[anthurak]

Picture if you will, Marceline and Princess Bubblegum getting a recap of Simon's adventures through the multiverse, and specifically 'Vampire World'. Perhaps Simon is simply explaining it by word of mouth, perhaps he has some convenient pictures that Fionna managed to take with her phone, or maybe even the pair get to watch the events directly thanks to a trip to Prismo's all-seeing TV.

At first, both fairly put off by the general description of this timeline. Bonnie's rather depressed at the state of Ooo in this timeline, while Marceline is obviously going 'Oh fuck no, that is MESSED UP' at the idea of Simon not only be dead, but the idea that she was raised by the Vampire King of all people.

Buuuttt then they get a description/look at themselves and their VERY intense rivalry in this timeline and suddenly it's all...

Marceline: (watching the evil vampire version of herself wrestling around with the edgy vampire-hunter version of her girlfriend) "Uh, Bonnie? Is it weird that this is... kinda hot?"

Bonnie: "I mean... maybe, but I'm honestly I'm right there with you."

Marceline: "Cool..."

Bonnie: "...You know-"

Marceline: "Bonnie, I am NOT making more vampires."

Bonnie: "Okay, but what if we pretended like you were?"

Marcy: "Huh..."

Meanwhile, Simon and possibly Prismo are giving them both VERY weird looks.

[gabessquishytum]

Mafia Dream definitely takes pictures of Hob when he’s too drunk to remember. He’s all drunk and giggly, slurring out all the things he likes, and Dream just smiles and lays him on the bed and tell him to show him. Hob barely realizes there’s someone else in the room, definitely doesn’t notice the click of a camera as he touches himself, or the hand that occasionally shoves him around into different positions and angles.

When Hob sobers up and goes back to being bratty and difficult, Dream starts slipping Hob pictures of himself- sliding them under the door of his apartment or into the back pocket of his shorts when he’s at work- pictures of himself flushed and hard with cum on his stomach (a lot of cum… is it just his? Or did someone else add to the mess?).

He thinks this is embarrassing? Just wait until Dream sends him one of the videos from inside his apartment.

Ooo, yes. A little bit of naughty blackmail from Dream? I don't think Hob should really be surprised.

It's so embarrassing. When Hob confronts Dream about the pictures, threatening to go to the police, Dream just laughs at him. Hob already knows that there's no point in doing that. If he'd just be a good boy and behave himself, there'd be no need for all these complicated scenes and arguments! Dream pats his gorgeous chest (currently highlighted by a corset, thanks to the club's dress code) and tells him to stop making such a fuss.

Hob burns all the pictures that he receives from Dream, but there's really no point. Dream must have an entire photo album of his lewds and nudes by now. The worst part is that they're fucking hot, and Hob gets flustered when he thinks about it. The whole situation is starting to make him horny, and he can't get Dream to take him seriously when he's obviously turned on by his own humiliation.

One night he's in Dream’s car (sue him, he doesn't like to walk home at night) when Dream casually puts an arm around him, tugs him close and starts playing a video on his phone. It's Hob in the shower - playing with the dildo he's got suctioned onto the wall. Hob tries to get Dream to turn the video off, but he's helpless. He's fascinated, can't stop watching himself.

He ends up rutting his cock against Dream’s thigh until he cums, then immediately flees from the car. He's so fucked up. And he can still hear Dream laughing at him.

There's another picture waiting for him at home. This time it's Dream’s cock, in the seconds after an orgasm. Hob doesn't burn the photo. And Dream can see him through the cameras, clutching it in his hand as he jerks on and cums before he can ever reach the shower.