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[seagull-scribbles]

Sibling Knuckles and Amy my beloved ♥️

[old version here]

[a-sad-mage]

Off topic, but I sometimes can't get over the fact that my brother and I have the exact same shirt.

With its base color being the only thing that tells us who's shirt is who's.

[run2gyuz]

BABY ITS COLD OUTSIDE Jake

Soft dom! Jake x fem reader

A/N: I know it’s literally the middle of summer but I got the idea to write this so here you go :)

Warnings: Established relationship, unprotected sex (don’t try at home), Jake cums inside (uh oh), really fluffy, brief mention of cheating (not either reader nor Jake), reader doubts themself a little, lmk anything else!

wc: 1347

MINORS DNI

She knew your radiators were broken, she knew yet she did nothing - leaving you sat in 5 blankets mid winter watching the snow pile up on your apartment. You’ve never been the biggest fan of your landlord yet this was a new low. You could probably stay with Jake if you asked him - you didn’t want to bother him though. Your relationship was fairly new - having only known the boy for a few months.

As if he could sence you talking about him, your phones ringtone broke through the chilled silence found within your apartment.

“Hey baby!” He was always so happy- it made you sad sometimes, he was so happy and you wondered if you brought him down.

“Hi Jakey,” you muttered with a smile, “everything okay?”

He continued on that he was fine, reciprocating the question, to which you replied that you were,

“okay, just a little cold!”

Jake sighed at your response, chuckling a little to him self before telling you that,

“That’s why I called actually, I was wondering if I could come over? We could watch a movie or the snow or something? I haven’t seen you since Monday so I’ve been missing you,”

He missed you. He missed you. You felt a blush creep onto your checks before saying,

“Babe Monday was yesterday ? But of course you can come over- it’s a little cold tho so be prepared for that,”

Jake lightly laughed, his breath forming clouds of steam as he started his walk towards your apartment. “I miss you when you go the bathroom yn. Anyway I’m walking so I’m sure it’ll be warm enough for me. See you soon babe!”

and with that the phone call ended and you leaned over to turn on your bedside lamp, inspecting your room. It was clean enough! You forced yourself to get up out of bed - turning on the kettle to prepare yourself and Jake a cup of tea. You slumped down on the armchair to wait for him - he surely can’t be long now.

10 minutes later - a knock on your door brought you out of the trance you’d been in, attempting to count the snowflakes falling onto your window.

When you opened the door you were met with a very snowy Jake, clutching a very snowy bunch of flowers that were clad with a very snowy envelope. You let out a laugh at the site, ushering him into your apartment. He hung up his coat and jacket on the back of your door, making sure he was snow free before pulling you into his embrace. His skin was so cold he could barely feel a thing - but that didn’t matter now he was with you.

He pulled away from you and handed you the flowers which he’d managed to shake a good portion of snow from. You blushed once more- pulling the card from the top.

“Oh! I got them on the way here they were just outside the flower shop in the snow and they looked sad so, I’m not sure what the note says,”

you laughed at his frantics - reading the note out loud,

“Aeri, I’m sorry I slept with your friend I thought it was you - my bad babe! from Yeonjun,”

The two of you looked at eachother before bursting into laughter. You place the flowers into a vase and the letter down next to it - poor Aeri!

Jake sits himself down onto your couch - pulling you down to straddle him before pulling the blanket sat next to him around your shoulders, leaning in to place a kiss against your temple. He leaned back and smiled- his cheeks holding a rosy hue from the cold. He leaned in again, pressing a kiss now to your lips.

This was longer than the previous - as Jake’s tongue crept its way into your mouth, licking against your teeth and tongue. The actions themselves seemed filthy though when they came from him it seemed like a wholesome show of love.

“missed you baby,

he muttered in between kisses, his hands made their way down from his shoulders towards your hips, ever so slightly pushing you down onto us crotch. You let out a slight groan at the feeling - noticing how Jake caught his lip in his teeth.

You loved this feeling- not just the feeling of Jake’s cock against your cunt (obviously that was great too) - but the raw feeling of intimacy between you, it was something you’d never felt with a partner before yet with Jake it seemed to be constant.

He sighed as you shifted yourself a little closer towards him - if that was possible - toying with the drawstring of his sweats. “wanna be closer to you,”

you muttered, hands feeling resting on his shoulders,

“What like you wanna fuck?”

you giggled at his words - telling him,

“no - not yet at least - I want you to be inside, just to feel close to you, sorry if that’s a little weird,”

your voice got quieter the further in the sentence you got, worried Jake might thing that was too intimate for him or something along those lines. You were mistaken tho as Jake pulled your face towards his, leaning a light kiss against your lips,

“I’d love that baby,”

You smiled once more before standing up and letting your pyjama pants and panties fall to the floor, you watched too as Jake lifted his hips just enough to pull out his cock which was now - obviously - hard. You took your place again straddling his hips, positioning his cock at your entrance before sinking down onto it. The pair of you let out a moan at the sensation - not caring about volume or what others might think. As you were completely sat down, Jake leaned once more to grab the blanket and place it around your shoulders.

“look so pretty on my cock baby,” he chuckled, “just don’t be moving too much yeah? Won’t be able to concentrate if all I can feel is you,”

you nodded at the boy telling him you’d be careful. You let your hands rest on his shoulders, massaging them gently as Jake’s head fell backwards against the couch.

You continued to massage Jake’s muscles, knowing they’re still tense as he usually goes to the gym on a Tuesday morning. All of a sudden you felt Jake buck into you- causing you to let out a moan.

“Shit sorry baby, feels so good,”

you teased the boy a little, leaning forward to place a few kisses along his jaw line, causing him to let out another moan. You let your hands find his hair - dragging them around lightly as you massaged his scalp, sometimes giving clumps a light tug.

Jake started mumbling incoherently, and you could feel him bucking his hips ever so slightly, you watched with amusement as his eyelids twitched - indicating that he was rolling his eyes back as well. You thought you’d test the waters a little, grinding down a touch while giving his hair a tug, what you didn’t expect was for Jake to buck up into you - emptying his cum with a loud moan of your name.

You watched as his eyes flickered open - having caught his breath he looked at you with an embarrassed face.

“sorry, felt too good I got carried away… I’ll make you fun too if you want ! I’ll have to eat you out or something though because no way can I go again.”

you shook your head at the boy,

“no no no, I like being this close but I’m getting tired so could we sleep here? My rooms colder than this anyway..?”

Jake laughed, pulling you even closer to him before whispering in your ear,

“I mean as much as I’d love that- won’t we be all covered in dry cum in the morning ?”

you giggled, leaving a kiss on his lips murmuring,

“that’s tomorrow’s problem,”.

[generic-sonic-fan]

I think Sonic would really like graffiti tagging as a hobby.

It's about freedom. It's about rebellion. It's about seeing a highway underpass, boring drab and gray, and deciding to fight back. It's about reclaiming spaces behind fences and barbed wire placed there by people who'll never actually walk there. Look at me, a graffiti tag says, in a place I'm told I cannot be.

It's about community. Sonic can look at a wall of what looks to be scribbles and pick out the names he recognizes from around town. He's seen "SENCE" on the bridge over 4th street; "DIAM" on the side of the shopping mall. It's a network of people coming and going, no social media needed, and it's always nice to see a familiar name pop up in a new place. Has he ever actually met any of these people? No, but he knows them, well enough to tell their mannerisms through their marker or spray can.

It's about anonymity. No one knows Sonic's graffiti tag, and he works hard to keep it that way. He's able to, for once, disappear into the night and have himself judged only by the quality of his actions, no reputation or fame proceeding him. And sure, he's able to cover an entire city in a few days what might take others a few weeks, but he's seen other taggers perform similar miracles, clinging to the side of bridges and leaving their marks just above the waterline. The playing field is equal. It isn't about "who you are", it's about what you can do.

It's also about slapping stickers onto the back of Metal Sonic's head so that Eggman has to spend painstaking hours scraping them off, but that's beside the point.

[fantasticallyfruity4]

When they’re grown ups ™ Eddie wants to open his own music store.

And Steve supports him, sure, wtf else is he gonna do with this business degree his dad made him get. This will make you feel fulfilled? Then let’s do it babe.

They settle in Brooklyn, it’s perfect really, it’s a nice place to make a home as an alt gay and his bi lover. Maybe one day they settle down in jersey or Long Island with a couple nuggets, but for now it’s home. And they open their alt music shop. It becomes a big deal on the scene, too. A kind of home base. Everyone knows them as a famous infamous shop, and they adore the charismatic, big hearted, kind owner Eddie. People come to him for advice, help. Music and personal. Like a community dad.

And of corse Steves there. Steve runs the store with him, just more of the back office side. Stock, books. Marketing. Sure Steve has his side income, he owns a strip mall, or plays the market. Something to give them a safety net, god forbid. But he does work the store sometimes. And when he does he sticks out like a sore thumb. Some regulars know him, or Atleast know of him as Eddie’s partner but most customers really don’t.

One day it’s very busy, and Eddie much prefers customer servicing on the floor so Steve offers to watch the register, of corse. Hell do anything to get to watch eddie being so animated and happy.

And he’s the out of touch awkward dad he is with all the customers. But he’s still so nice, so supportive (“oh good choice everyone’s snatching this one up. Is this what you kids are groovin to these days?”) and he’s mostly well liked as ‘normie Steve’. Or some shit like that. No one gets his presence but they like him enough.

One day some kids are snickering, “yo whose dad is that behind the register oh my god”

“That’s the owner” one of the kids friends deadpans.

“No, I know Eddie that’s not eddie”

“No, numb nuts that’s Steve. Eddies partner”

“His business partner?”

“Life partner. Like gay husband.”. There is a look of shock on the kids face. They just don’t go together.

Mr polo and khakis over here, is married to Mr hair metal goth rings hand made denim jackets?

But when Eddie in grinning ear to ear, hands on the counter leaning into Steve’s personal space and Steve is returning the love sick flirty look, the two teasing or bantering back and forth by the looks of it. And oh, it make sence. Look at that chemistry. These two, maybe a little confusingly, are so so in love.

[maroonswan]

Imagine pampering pro hero!Izuku Midoriya after he rushes in the door late for date night, covered in a thick layer of the day's sweat and grime. A fresh bouquet of flowers clutched gingerly in his scarred hands as he apologizes for being such a mess.

He immediately lauches into a tangent of an explanation, rambling about how he had wanted to get back home as soon as possible but had still wanted to get you something special. That he had neglected washing up at the agency in order to run by the flower shop before it closed, and that despite the late hour he still fully indended to take you out tonight (after grabbing a quick shower).

"There're still a few bars open." He continues. "We could grab your favorite cocktails. We could dance. And, maybe after that we could get some fast food or I can cook you dinner! I'm sorry, [Y/N]. I know it's not exactly what you were hoping for, but I promise I'll make it up to-"

You cut off him before he could finish, pulling him in to a tight hug; your face burried deep in his soiled chest, muffling your laughter as he freezes in his tracks.

Midoriya can't help it. With you, his worries seem small. He takes a deep breath relishing your sweet clean scent as a smile comes to his lips.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm just glad your home, Izu." You sigh. "Besides, I had other plans on how I want to spend the night."

"You do?" He asks, genuinely curious, feeling your self-satisfied hum rolling through his chest. Such a coy non-answer. He knows you're up to something but decides to play along. He's kind of tired of asking questions anyway.

"Whatever you want, lovley" your boyfreind agrees whole heartedly, kissing your forehead and making you giggle with excitement. You always appreciated Midoriya's trust and intend to show him so tonight.

Without another word, you gently take Izuku's hand in yours and lead him to your shared bedroom.

Thinking about giving Midoriya a handjob after a hot bath and a full body massage. The epsom salts having worked wonders on his sore muscles; the remaining knots having melted away under your touch. Yet, he knew he was done for the second you drop your rode to reveal you were wearing nothing underneath. His cock immediately swelling with blood as you crawled your way on top of him, straddling him, your ass pressing into the corded muscles of his thighs.

Izuku is still covered in oil, glistening in the golden glow of the candle light. His stares at you mesmerized as you watch him with an equal sence of wonder, near hypnotized by the nervous rise and fall of his shining abdomen and chest.

He's so wonderfully gorgeous, like an angel or a demi-god.

How could you not serve his every need?

Izuku breath catches you gently grasp your hand around him. It's warm and so soft, so smooth. He can't bring himself to protest as your start stroke him just way he likes it, your grip light but sqeezing tighter the closer you get to the tip; fingers running lusciously across the vein on the underside; the tugging of his lubed cock making such lude fapping noises.

Izuku squeezes his eyes shut as he moans openly, slutilly. He feels like he's melting in your hands even as all the muscles in his body tightened up again; your other hand massaging his balls as you continued to pump.

He knows he isn't going to last long. Not when it feels this good, when you've been so thoughtful, when everytime he reopens his eyes he's greeted again by your perfect body and jiggling tits.

You're spoiling him, and he's helpless to stop you.

"Fuck," he slurs. Better words having formed on the edge of his lips but never having fully come through.

He cums so quick in your hands, and it's alot. Warm and shooting out of him in seemingly endless ropes with each replenishing pump.

Izuku's not at all ashamed. If anything, he feels relaxed. His muscles are completely slack, and if it wasn't for his many scars he would have had a hard time beleiving he ever was hurt before.

He turns to you as you curl up beside him. His gaze soft and full of love.

"Thank you, baby."

[yellowwithalisp]

Okay so like like hobie brown x goth!reader???

Like idk it just works!?!?

( HEAVY BREATHING-

AS A GOTH MYSELF I HAVE TO DO THIS!!! - Yellow 💛🌻) (No proof read. )

• Ok so, as a non-spider. He meets you when he and his drummer are checking out other words. They were checking out The Spectacular Spider-Mans world first, then yours.

• Gwen wanted to looked around at some of the shops. Hobie was just following her around. They found a mall and a Spenver's in it and we're looking around when he lays his eyes on you. Holding up some chockers up to you neck and asking the worker which one looked better on you.

• He of course just casually walks by with his hands in his pockets and says.

❝I think the spider one looks nice on ya. ❞

• You blink and watch him walk be and up to a girl she was looking at sunglasses. Your friend tried to get you to ask for his number, but you were too shy. So you just stocked with trying to sneakily watch him as he walked around the store. He started walking in a pattern around some of the piercings and when you expected him to peak around the corner, he disappeared. You looked around where the man was supposed to be and didn't see him.

❝You lookin' for someone mate?❞

• He said from behind you as he gave you a heart attack. Of course you mumbled no as he had a light smirk on his face.

❝Nice snake bites. They match you're black lipstick.❞

• You barely manage to respond thank you. You friend was talking to the girl who came in with this strange man. You were busy comparing music and he started to help you pick out some new earnings.

• He helped you find a new outfit, some callors, earnings, and he picked out some spider patches for you.

• They soon checked out and he gave you a wave goodbye as he left. The slowly waved good back as you're friend was smirking and leaning over the counter.

"What?"

• She slid over a receipt with a number writen on it. It was the guy's number on it!!

• You two had hung out sencs then. You both have went out shopping and he's even crashed at your place before. Played his guitar for you.

❝Lookin' very peng today.❞

"Oh-um. Thanks?"

• If someone was talking badly about you from behind you're back he was put an arm around him and pulled you close distracting you with some new lipstick brand or something. Anything to keep you from hearing the words other were saying.

• He'll let you do some eyeliner on him but that's it. You claim you wanted to try a new look and be angered to hold still for it. Nice look. He approves.

📱: Hobie, was that you?

📱: Yeah it's me open up. I go' some food.

📱: Hobie it's like- 11:23 pm.

📱: Yeah, it's 11:23 and i go' some food.

📱: Strings, could you come over here for the night?

📱: Sure thing sweethear'. I'm on my woy.

📱: Thanks.

• He makes sure to check in with this worlds Spide when he seen them and ask how your doing every now and then. If something ever did happen he mmaayyeee have built you a watch just in case. Made it so it would match you colors too.

• You try on some of you outfits to go out with him and he just enjoys seeing you happy. Pucks up some random make up that he thinks you would like on his "trips". A Beetlejust eyeshadow paper? Don' know. He thought you would like the colors. Yes, he had walked in on you blasting Bring Me to Life in your room when you thought that you were alone. He even learned some Evanescence songs on his guitar to play for you!

• You wanna get a tattoo but don't wanna go alone? He will be right there next to you holding your hand. A small guitar tattoo in honor of Mister "I hate labels."

• you made a necklace of one of his old guitar pick. Your lucky charm.

[familyvideostevie]

hi lovely, could i request reader taking off sirius' makeup and it's just a soft and giggly moment, i hope that makes sence and if you don't feel like writing this then you don't gotta it's just a little idea <3 love you

thank you for the request! this was very sweet so here's a little scene <3 | gn!reader, fluff, 0.8k

The bathroom feels crowded with both of you in it. Sirius is on the counter, long fingers toying with the edge of your t-shirt and legs around you where you stand between his knees. You've got one hand on his chin, gently, and the other presses into his skin.

"Did you get this tattooed, or something?" You are having trouble keeping the swipes of the makeup removal wipe soft as you rub at Sirius's lower eyelid.

"You know the locations of my tattoos, darling. Intimately." His hands slip under the waistband of your sleep pants to cup your ass over your underwear. You allow it, but only because he's holding still like you asked.

"If you did get makeup tattoos that would save me a lot of time," you grumble. You'd not felt well this evening so you stayed home when Sirius went to the pub with the boys. You've been missing him for hours, and now that he's back you're trying to figure out how you can keep touching him all evening.

He wrinkles his nose, the gold ring through one nostril catching the light for a moment. "I'm not the one who won't let me take off my own eyeliner." He kneads your flesh with firm hands and you click your tongue.

"Because you scrub your face until it's red and hardly ever take anything off properly," you chide. "You're lucky I'm here to rescue your pretty skin." You move your hand so that you're more cupping his jaw than holding him steady. Touching Sirius is grounding. He's the most solid, sure person you've ever met.

He leaves your poor bum alone and slides his hands up to your hips, warm fingers and not-so-warm rings squeezing gently. "Has your headache gone?" he asks, softer now. His eyes study every inch of your face and if you weren't so used to it by now you'd feel a little self-conscious. But Sirius is always looking at you, always tracing your features like he's seeing you for the first time.

You shake your head. "Not totally," you say. "But I took something and I've been drinking water." He frowns and it moves his whole face, brows furrowing and you narrowly avoid poking him in the eye. "Hey!" you scold. "Stay still."

He ignores you. "Do you want me to go get something?" he asks. His knees press into the sides of your thighs. "The corner shop should still be open. Or I could call Evans, see if she has some of those migraine meds--"

You press your fingertips to his lips. "No," you say. "Close your eyes." He stares at you for another moment before obeying. You brush the wipe over his lids one more time and deem it as good as it's going to get. You study him now that his gaze is off of you. Long lashes, a small scar above his eyebrow on one side. The strong brow and intimidating line of this jaw. He's beautiful.

"I wouldn't have gone out if you had asked," he says. You tap his cheek and turn away from him to throw the wipe in the trash, but his hands tighten their grip on your hips before you can move very far. "You know that, right? You're my priority."

You cup one of his elbows with your free hand. "I know," you say, and mean it. Sirius has never done anything to make you question it. "But I'm fine, really."

"Do you want me to read to you?" he asks. "Put your head in my lap and I'll stroke your hair with my magic hands." He tickles your sides and you squirm, laughing.

"Who told gave you the impression you had magic hands, you loser?" You lean in to press your forehead to his. You know you're kidding yourself, but you swear just touching him makes the ache in your skull lessen.

Sirius brings his lips to the corner of your mouth lightly. "You did," he says. He trails them up your cheek to the corner of your eyes. "Last night. And yesterday after lunch. Oh, and in the kitchen on Wednesday when I bent you over the --"

You quiet him with your own lips, chasing his to kiss him before he can keep going. He laughs into it but allows it, releasing your hip to press his hand to your cheek as he traces the seam of your mouth with his tongue. But he only teases you for a moment more before pulling away. "C'mon, sweetheart," he says. "Let's get you in bed."

You toss the wipe that's still in your hand somewhere close to the trash bin and wrap your arms around your boyfriend, resting your head on his shoulder. "In a second," you say into his shirt. He hums and you feel it in your own chest as he pulls you close.

thank you for reading <3 reblog, send feedback, masterlist here!

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Hi i want to request, some Zack sabre jr fluff of your choosing

Tokyo Disney with Zack Sabre Jr

What would Tokyo Disney look like with the Zack Sabre Jr

Main Masterlist (feel free to leave ZSJ requests)

Zack is an early bird, he would make sure you are there right when the park opens to maximize the amount of rides you would go on

He loves rollercoaters, although disney doesn't have thrill rides he enjoys the rides at disney just as much

I don't see him being a majour disney fan but who doesn't like disney world

Everyone knows how long the lines are at disney so Zack would definitely buy a genie pass to avoid waiting in the lines.

He would get anoyed with all the people, he would get frustrated with there lack of common sence

He would spend way too much money at the gift shop and get sick eating too many mickey shaped treats

Alot of people would stare at the two of you, I mean he is Zack Saber Jr for god sakes

Zack is the type of guy to map out the entire park and have a game plan that MUST be followed

He would also bring a million diffrent things. It was like he was preparing for a zombie appocolipse

He would deffintly remind you to apply sunscrean and insist you wear a hat

The two of you would spend the entire day at the park, I mean from opening to closing

The two of you ending the night watching the fireworks

[nymla]

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Making a mug named Hembygd.

It basically means "hometown" in Swedish, or the place you grew up or where you have a connection or roots or a sence of childhood nostalgia perhaps. They're in my shop now: https://www.nymla.se/shop 🌿 Hembygd also takes my mind to oldtimey delicious allmoge things and hembygdsgårdar. I blabber some more about that at my Patreon, where I also posted a longer version of this video :] https://www.patreon.com/posts/81627375 🌿 Music: The Wizard by Alexander Nakarada  

[lillianforest22]

@ghost-106 I was reading you post while this song was playing at a yogurt shop and I threw it togather with a voice over but I’ve only posted it here cause I wanted to get your permission to post it other places sence it’s you post and it would be rude to take a post without permission

Og post here

[artikfarketmez]

bi tane erkek arkadasım var bana foto atıyor kanka hangi kız daha iyi sence diye oglum bunlar shoplu mal mısın ikisi de estetik shop güzeli diyorum inanmıyo valla mal erkekle ugrasmak cok zor

[cakeinpants]

Pat was sitting on the front passenger seat of the intromobile, as he and Maximus were returning after another time visiting his brothers. Plans to take the mudlings home kept getting postponed, so for now Pat only got fifteen minute visits under a Shrink's supervision. But they were enough to keep his spirits up.

Still it was tiring. The mudokon was yearning home and grew more and more worried about Mr. Malgaine. There were still no news from the hospital, at least none that he was informed about.. the dancer would give anything to visit the Vykker, but that was not within his rights. Pat felt very lost without his master's guidance.

"I hope Master is feeling better..." he thought. "When will they let me talk to him at least on the phone..."

But the only company Pat had at this moment was a drone that he would normally never even come close to.

He was getting used to it though. Besides, Maximus wasn't acting so pushy anymore. Since the last failed "move", the drone became more restrained and didn't try anything else. But he was still very friendly and kept helping Pat. The dancer couldn't help but wonder if he genuinely wants to help, or is still waiting to get something out of this.

Maximus was sitting behind the wheel with a slight smile.

Although the city was quite disorienting to Pat, at this point he somewhat remembered the road from the Mudling Care Facility to Delvona's residence. And he noticed that they were taking a completely different route, unfamiliar to him.

"A-aren't we going home?" He asked tentatively.

"Well, I thought we could stop by a few places first! I still havent really shown you around Nolybab... It'll be such a waste if you just spend all of the time here sitting in your apartment! Let's get something to eat, and then we could hang out a bit, maybe go shopping..."

"Hang out? W-wouldn't it be safer to just- go home.."

"Safer?"

"Yes. I mean... Those rebels are still out there and that.. supernatural psycho killer.." the mudokon was visibly anxious.

"Patrick." Maximus interrupted softly. "Nolybab is protected, and you're safe here, I assure you. Those rebels are not a threat to you."

There was some disbelief in the dancer's expression.

"I know some scary things happened, but you can't be hiding for the rest of your life now, can you?" the drone continued. "Trust me, they'll catch that "stitch-mouthed" very soon and punish him accordingly... along with all those criminals..."

A mixture of fear and hatred flitted in the dancer's eyes. "I hope so..." he answered quietly.

"You have nothing to worry about. Things will be back to normal very soon." Maximus put a hand on Pat's shoulder, a bit hesitantly as if afraid to scare him away. But it was the one time the dancer didn't mind.

Pat wanted so badly to believe the reassuring words. He latched onto the frail sence of safety, willing to ignore that it was coming from a person he didn't much trust. The dancer sighed, letting himself relax in the seat.

"Well... I'll get you home if that's what you want, of course." Maximus said. "But..."

Admittedly, sitting in the apartment all day alone with his thoughts and nothing to do wasn't the most pleasant pastime.

"No, you're right. I suppose we could... spend some time out in Nolybab." Pat finally agreed. "But we'll be home before dark, right?"

"Sure thing!" The drone nodded briskly, silently celebrating a little victory.

[thewordslastcowboy]

I made the “somewhere thats green” home from the little shop of horrors movie adaptation in the sims 4!!

The inside isn’t an exact replica of the house layout bc it DOESNT MAKE SENCE like I’ve watched the visuals for the song a million times and IT JUST DOESNT WORK FOR IT TO MATCH THE EXTERIOR AJAJJA

But anyway if anyone wants to download it, it’s fully base game so no cc or expansion packs needed, it’s on the gallery under my sims account COWBOY101PLANT so have fun :) 🫶🫶

[shipmistress9]

Drunk on You - A 'Made to Order' Story

Apparently, I forgot to post this one here, oops. 😅

Summary:

“There’s something I’d like to ask of you. If you don’t mind. You can absolutely say no. I want to celebrate tonight. With you. I want to get drunk. Not entirely sloshed but a bit more than just pleasantly fuddled. And then…” She bites her lower lip before leaning in to whisper into my ear. “Then I want you to take me home. To your place. To spend the night entangled in you. I want to forget everything, what happened, the past, even my own name, at least for this one night. Can you help me with that?” Violet and Xaden spend the night after the wedding together, and there's a lot of pent-up longing to work through. -- This story takes place directly after the end of the main story. I recommend reading the precious parts of the series before this one, but I guess it's not strictly neccessary.

. o O o .

AN: On we go! This part takes place directly after the main story, during the night of the wedding. But even though it doesn't fit chronologically, I still think reading this one after 'Fool me once' makes more sence than the other way around.

At the beginning here, it switches between paragraphs that are happening 'now' and flashbacks of a scene that happened earleir that night which are written in italics. I hope it's not too confusing.

. o O o .

Her lips are everything. So soft and sweet. I never want to stop kissing her again.

After returning from the fancy bar, I hand Violet the colourful cocktail, and her answering smile takes my breath away. Like everything about her.

Her little gasps, the way she constantly seems to hunger for more. More kisses, more touching, more closeness. I couldn’t resist her even if I tried.

“Before I start to get drunk today…” she says, chuckling and with a pretty blush on her cheeks. “There’s something I’d like to ask of you. If you don’t mind. You can absolutely say no.”

My hands glide over her dress, skin-tight and barely there, leaving none of her lush curves to my imagination. Fuck, I can’t get enough of her.

“I want to celebrate tonight. With you. I want to get drunk. Not entirely sloshed but a bit more than just pleasantly fuddled.”

Fuck, how many times have I forbidden myself to even think about these curves, let alone ever feeling them beneath my hands, how they give and push with every touch.

“And then…” She bites her lower lip before leaning in to whisper into my ear. “Then I want you to take me home. To your place. To spend the night entangled in you.”

She’s practically sitting on my lap by now, her sweet ass rubbing against me, and I fucking need her, more than I ever needed anything else.

“I want to forget everything, what happened, the past, even my own name, at least for this one night. Can you help me with that?”

The taxi drives around a corner, pushing her further against me, but it hardly makes a difference. Not with how I’m already holding her so tight against me, how she presses in even further, our arms wrapped around each other. And not with how our mouths slant together over and over, teeth nipping at lips. In one moment, my tongue is in her mouth, tasting and exploring her, her mewling like music, and in the next, she flicks the tip of her tongue against the roof of my mouth, licking along my teeth, sucking on my tongue. I want to live forever like this, with my mouth attached to hers. It’s everything.

I barely notice how the taxi stops and the driver taps against the window. Violet does something with her phone—and I’m amazed she still has the presence to find the right app—then there’s a beep and a few seconds later, we’re out on the dark street in front of my shop. How we made it out without ending the kiss, I don’t even know.

All I know is that I can hold her more comfortably now, leaning against the side entrance to my home, with her cooped up in my arms. She nibbles on my lower lip and with a light giggle sucks on it just as her hand moves between us to rub against my bulge.

“Violet!” I groan as I press into her touch. I don’t even care who might see us out here, I just want more.

“Fuck,” she mewls, her knees almost giving out beneath her, and I hold her even tighter. “I love it when you say my name like that.”

I gasp at the breathy needy tone of her voice. Irresistible. “Violet,” I groan again, letting all my desire for her leak into my voice just to let her know how much I need her.

“Yes. Xaden!” She rubs against me more firmly, and I grind into her touch in return, unable to hold back. Gods, I might come right here and now if she doesn’t stop.

Grimacing, I try to regain some control. Not that that would be the end of this night, not with the effect she has on me. But it’s not how I want it, not what she deserves.

“Let’s get inside,” I grunt, and Violet eagerly nods where she’s nibbling at the side of my neck.

Somehow, I fish out my keys from my pocket and even manage to open the door. We slip inside and make it through the corridor and towards the stairs without taking our mouths off each other or knocking anything over. Though I think Violet’s purse lands somewhere on the ground. But drunk on desire—and a few more drinks than I’d planned—climbing the steps together is difficult, too slow. And when Violet stumbles in front of me and I catch her just in time, my hands on her waist and thigh, I couldn’t care less about the stairs anymore.

My mouth is back on hers for real in an instant as I lift her up and press her against the wall. She tries to wrap her legs around me, but the stupid ugly bridesmaid dress doesn’t leave her enough room to move. So I grab a hold of the fabric at the top of the mid-thigh high cut and tear. The sound or fabric ripping has us both in a fit of laughter, but at least she’s free to move now, the cut reaching all the way up to her waist and the dress falling open around her legs.

She’s wearing a lovely tiny slip in black, lace and silk from the looks of it. And all I want is to bury my nose in it, to lick her wetness through the fabric. I… want to pull it off her with my teeth, want to see it carelessly lying on the floor of my room. I want… want…

“Violet…” I groan and press closer against her. Still not close enough, never close enough.

“Come here,” she gasps and winds her arms around my neck, her fingers in my hair as she pulls me back to her mouth. I oblige happily, dizziness and heat singing in my veins. Fuck, I want her, need her, now, forever, always.

With her bare legs now wrapped around me, I roll my hips against her, and I feel how hot and slick she is, even through my own clothes. Groaning, I grind into her harder, drawing a beautiful string of moans from her throat, tasting them on my tongue.

Her head falls back against the wall and I kiss my way down her neck. “Xaden!” she gasps and her fingers tighten in my hair, keeping my mouth in place, and I memorise the spot as highly sensitive. I kiss it, nibble and lick before sucking on it. I want to leave a mark on her.

Violet moans, loudly, but then presses a hand over her mouth. “S-sorry,” she mutters, weirdly concerned all of a sudden.

Kissing my way back up and along each of her fingers, I pry her hand away again. “I don’t mind you being loud,” I groan against her skin, my thoughts hazy with her scent, her taste. “In fact, I love hearing you. Please never hold back for me.” How could anyone not want to hear her?

She lets out a strange little hiccup-y noise before bending her head and giving me access to her neck again. I take the invitation, greedily diving back in to work on that spot that has her making such beautiful noises.

This time, Violet doesn’t hold back, with my name somewhere in-between her moans, and my hold on her tightens when she rolls her hips to meet mine with increasing speed. Fuck this is so hot, I never want this to end, never what this night to be over. Want her to stay.

Violet’s moans turn breathy, a few shallow and sharp gasps. Then she grows tight, her fist tearing at my hair, but I don’t even feel the pain, too caught up in everything, in her.

“Fuck! Xaden!” she howls, quaking in my arms, and I watch in awe as she falls apart.

So. Fucking. Beautiful.

My hips keep moving, thrusting against her in reflex, my mouth still on her neck until her orgasm is over, my ears ringing from her scream. There’s a grin on my lips, laughter bubbling up from deep within my chest.

“Did you… just come?” I gasp between euphoric chuckling and kissing up her neck, her jaw, her cheek.

Violet’s giggling, too, only slowly drifting down from her height. “Seems like it.” Humming, she leans into my kisses until her lips meet mine again. We’re both too dizzy and distracted for a real kiss, but the contact is still nice. “Guess I needed that.”

Something in her tone shifts into sadness, but I can’t have that. She asked me to make her forget about the past, and I won’t fail her.

“Have to say,” I mutter, mainly to stir her away from any gloomy thoughts. “This was the fastest I ever made a woman come.” I’m not sure that was the right thing to say. There’s no filter anymore, and my mouth is just doing what it wants. But at least the words make Violet laugh again.

“Or maybe the slowest if we count the two months of foreplay,” she teases.

I shake my head, more laughter filling the narrow staircases. Gods, I want to stay like this forever. With her in my arms, our mouths so close, kissing and laughing. I want to live in this moment, here, never want it to end.

Wait…

I do live here… don’t I?

Which means…

…Fuck!

“Shhhhh,” I whisper through the giggling , both her and mine. “Shhhhhhhhh, quiet! Or we’ll wake Liam.”

“Oh, shit!” Violet claps one hand over her mouth again yet so different this time, barely muffling her ragged breathing and chuckling.

I probably should care more about the fact that it’s most likely too late to hide her presence here from Liam, at least until the morning. But I’m just too happy, too dizzy, too aroused to mind. Instead, I press my lips back to hers, muffling both our noises that way, and kiss her again, deep and ardent, my tongue thoroughly exploring her.

But we really should get off the stairs and behind some closed doors. Regretfully, I let go of her ass, her thighs, let her glide down until her feet hit the ground again. I think she lost her shoes somewhere, but I don’t even remember when.

Still giggling and grinning like an idiot, I tug her along. Up the stairs and into the spacious living area Liam and I share, then to the left, to the door that leads to my bedroom.

I meant to slow down a bit, to maybe talk or at the very least get rid of these uncomfortable clothes. But the moment the door closes behind us, she pulls me back against her, my mouth back to hers, and every thought that isn’t about her—about how I can make her moan and gasp like that again, about how she feels and taste and smells, about all the things I want to do—slips from my mind in an instant. Especially when her hands get busy unbuttoning my shirt. My jacket is already gone, probably in the same place her shoes went. Possibly. Hopefully. I have no fucking clue.

I let her do what she wants, too distracted for anything outside this moment, gasping against her lips when her fingers touch my bare skin. She doesn’t waste any time, her hands roaming across my chest, my sides, gliding over inked skin, and my muscles tremble beneath her touch. Gods, I want her so fucking much.

As if she’s reading my thoughts, she deepens the kiss, her head angling just so, her tongue in my mouth robbing me of even the last shreds of my control. Her hands on my skin are all that keeps me grounded, the sweet taste of her lips. The room spins around us and the world could crumble away, I wouldn’t care.

Too drunk for any coherent thoughts—on the alcohol, desire, and everything that is her—I follow her example, my hands moving along her body, feeling her soft curves beneath my hands. But it’s not enough, I want her skin and the stupid dress is still in the way. A thought flickers through my hazy mind, about how I should have spotted how to take it off earlier. But then, it’s ruined already, right? To Malek’s balls with it.

My hands grab a hold on either side of the V-neck and before I even register what I’m doing, the dress is torn open all the way down to her belly button. Violet lets out a surprised little noise but otherwise doesn’t react except for shifting her shoulders so the tattered remains slide off her completely.

I don’t want to stop kissing her but I also can’t not take a look at her now that she’s almost naked in my bedroom. By Amari’s tits, I still can’t believe this is real. If it isn’t, I never want to wake up.

Gasping for air, I let my eyes glide down her body, taking her in. Aside from that teasing little slip, she only wore some strapless bra-thing beneath the dress, and even as I’m still gazing at her, Violet reaches behind her and unhooks it, letting it land on the floor along with the dress.

My mind grows even hazier at the sight of her breasts. Fucking perfect. They’re not the biggest I’ve seen—or played with, for that matter. But for her smaller frame, they’re disproportionately big, so inviting. Plush and pale and round, perky as if daring me closer, her rosy peaks impossible to resist.

With my eyes transfixed on her pearly skin, I graze my knuckles along the underside of her left breast, then up along the side, around and inwards. Violet trembles beneath my touch, her eyes fluttering shut, and when I brush against her nipple, a high-pitched keening sound slips off her lips and she arches into my hand. And I fucking lose it.

“I want to taste you,” I groan as I sink to my knees in front of her. The words slip off my tongue before I think about them, but they’re the truth, I realise. I want her, need her, want to lose myself in her, want to feel her fall apart around me. I want it all. But right now, most of all, I want to taste her skin, her sweat, want to explore that sweet dampness between her thighs, beckoning me. I want to worship her, show her what I can do for her. Gods, I can’t even think.

My mouth is on her skin before she can reply. I cover her breasts in openmouthed kisses, slowly, basking in being so close to her, her lovely floral scent. Transfixed, I watch the skin around her peaks pebble up as my breath brushes over them before—finally—flicking my tongue against her nipples and close my lips around one. And I can only hope that her moan and the way her fingers card through my hair to pull herself closer to me means she wants this, too.

I switch sides when she trembles against me, one arm wrapped around her, holding her, the other hand playing further with her breast. Violet moans my name, loud and needy, and the sound goes straight to my cock, making pre leak from my tip. But not yet…

A little regretfully, I let go of her gorgeous tits and let my mouth wander further down, towards my real goal. But while our height difference worked in my favour in putting my head level with her chest, it’s becoming more of a hindrance now. So instead of bending down uncomfortably without reaching her anyway, I pull back. Violet mewls in protest, but I quickly lean up to quench her protest with a kiss.

“Let’s get more comfortable on the bed,” I groan against her lips. My hazy desire hates the distance moving puts between us, but I quiet it down by quickly taking off my shoes and socks, stripping off these stupid trousers, and letting my shirt drop to the floor on top of them.

As I turn my attention back to the bed, Violet is already sitting in the middle of the spacious mattress, watching me with hungry eyes. “Come here,” she purrs, beckoning me with her finger, and who am I to resist her? I crawl onto the bed until I’m above her, pushing her down into the covers as she pulls me into another kiss. Fuck, this is everything. Her lithe body beneath me, small but strong, her nipples rubbing against my chest, her legs parting to let me settle between them. I could lose myself in her so easily, in this, just our bodies grinding together, our tongues wrapped around each other.

But the warm dampness between her thighs is still calling to me, and while my cock is aching to be inside her by now… I want to eat her out more.

With a groan, I pull my lips away from hers and kiss my way down her body again. Along her jaw, nibbling at her ear, down her neck, reminding myself not to spend too much time between her tits again. Her hands are back in my hair, her moans and gasps filling my room with the most lovely sounds. I kiss a trail of damp kisses down her ribs and abdomen until I reach the lacy hem of her slip. Trailing more kisses along the edge of the fabric, I enjoy how she shudders, how her muscles move and how she shifts to get me closer.

And her scent. I can’t think anymore, only act on instinct, running my nose over the fabric before my lips follow, gliding across the soft silk. But before I can do more, her fingers tighten and pull me back up. A little breathless, I look up at her, questioningly, into her dazed eyes.

“You… you don’t have to do that,” she whispers, her eyes wide.

I lick my lips to buy some time, recomposing myself. “Do you want me to stop?” This is it. If she doesn’t want me to eat her out I won’t do it. But… fuck, I hope it’s something else.

Violet’s eyes grow even wider if possible, desire and something else I can’t really name warring within them. Doubt, maybe? Then she shakes her head, though, the motion hesitant and small but true nonetheless.

A grin spreads across my face. “Good,” I hum. “Because I really want to fuck you with my tongue right now.”

. o O o .

I take a sip from my coffee—one sugar and a drop of milk, just how I like it—and let out a deep sigh. After getting entirely too little sleep last night—and the weeks before as well if I’m being honest, though for different reasons—this is exactly what I need. The coffee is strong and rich and just plain amazing.

How is it possible that even the coffee tastes better here?

With my hands wrapped around the warm mug, I lean back against the cushioned bench and let my gaze wander through the room. It’s big, far bigger than I would have expected in an older building like this.

There’s the kitchen with the cosy breakfast corner where I’m sitting. It’s modern with a simple elegance yet not as clinically-cold as others in this style. Maybe because it’s obvious how this kitchen actually gets used, with a dust of freshly ground coffee powder around the coffee machine, a set of drying cutlery, a glass, and a plate sitting by the sink. It’s not just some statement to show off but the beating heart of the house, as it should be.

Next comes a dining table large enough to hold ten people, maybe even more, with an interesting mixture of different chairs around them that makes me grin. One would never see something other than perfectly matched furniture in the places I was used to when I grew up, all matching some ‘well-thought-out’ theme that leads through the entire apartment. Such a contrast to here, where everything just effortlessly fits in—because there is no theme.

Behind the table and chairs comes a comfortable-looking landscape of various couches, cushioned seats, and even sitting bags in various sizes, all loosely grouped around a TV that takes up more than half of the wall space and a low table with clear signs of thorough use.

And even though the area is huge, it doesn’t give me that sense of being small and lost. Probably due to the little details to discover everywhere. Sideboards and shelves and bookcases line the walls, the decorations on them not following any theme I can recognise except maybe them all being souvenirs of some sort or other. And pictures. So many pictures on the walls of so many people. I’m not close enough to take a look, but aside from Xaden and Liam, it seems like it’s always different people. I can’t wait to hear the stories behind them all.

And… I’m going to hear them. Rhiannon told me to have some fun. To flirt and maybe hook up so I could forget about Dain. But what developed over these last two months between Xaden and me… it’s something different. Something real. I didn’t need to hear the words Xaden gasped after that first kiss yesterday to know. Even though hearing them, for the first time in my life, meant more to me than he could ever know. And this last night…

My teeth dug into my lower lip, and as I gaze unseeingly at the table before me, I relive all those intense moments. Xaden’s mouth on my skin, kissing me everywhere. As if worshipping every broken little part of my body and soul. His tongue laving at my slip until the fabric was entirely soaked with a mix of his saliva and my wetness, the wonderful teasing friction of it. Him pulling that last bit of fabric off me with his teeth. And then his mouth down there, doing things I didn’t even know where possible.

A shiver runs down my spine as I remember how he ‘fucked me with his tongue’ as he called it, and what an accurate description that was. It felt like nothing I ever experienced before, debauched and intense, yet at the same time so sweet I could have cried.

After that first orgasm—or was it the second? There was that hazy moment on the stairs, wasn’t it?—my memories grew more muddy, from the alcohol and the blissful desire alike. I remember Xaden crawling on top of me again, kissing me deeply, and the kick it gave me to taste myself on his lips. How my hand wandered down between us, beneath the waistband of his underwear, and the most beautiful sound, Xaden’s needy groan, as I wrapped my fingers around his cock. Xaden finally being naked too, and feeling all of him pressing against my body.

There was a brief conversation, him asking me whether this was really okay, what I wanted. I don’t think either of us was sober enough to meaningfully consent anymore, but it was what I wanted, even long before I drank the first sip yesterday. But him asking anyway was sweet.

I remember struggling with condoms for a moment; I brought a few but couldn’t remember where I left my purse, but Xaden had some, too, thankfully. And I remember asking him to be gentle as it’s been a while for me. Eight months, to be precise, and that was—

No, I don’t want to think about that, about Dain, not ever again.

Instead, I think again about how devastatingly perfect Xaden felt inside me, addictive almost. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of that, of him. How we slowly rocked against each other, kissing, moaning, moving faster, chasing that edge while also dragging it out. How he lifted my legs higher, over his arms, how that new angle hit that perfect spot and made me lose it.

After that, my memories grow even hazier still. There are glimpses and impressions, of him kneeling behind me and me screaming into his pillows. And of me sitting on top of him, riding him slowly and getting even more drunk, on the feeling of his cock moving inside me and on the desire burning in his eyes alike. Of the lazy sleepy morning sex we had less than an hour ago.

Gods, I loved every moment of it.

Even now, I am acutely aware of the sound of running water coming from his bathroom, of him being naked beneath the shower, and I’m contemplating joining him for yet another round. It’s so tempting, even with how sore my body already feels. I just can’t get enough.

But I’ll be good. Patient. There will be other times, maybe later today or maybe on another day. Because there will be other days.

A smile spreads across my face, and despite my thoughts from only seconds ago, it has nothing to do with sex but everything to do with him. After two months of dating without dating, of just getting to know each other on this weird twisted level, intimately learning private details within the frame of professionalism, we’re now free to… to do whatever we want. I can’t wait.

For a few more minutes, I sit there, drinking my coffee and following my random thoughts, until the water stops and not much later, Xaden emerges from the bathroom. He’s only wearing a towel wrapped around his hips, his hair still glistening with drops of water, and letting out an appreciative hum, I shamelessly look him over, the miles and miles of warm tawny skin, most of it covered in ink.

There are the whorls of black on his left arm, looking almost like creeping shadows, and what’s made to look like his skin got torn off in big parts on the right arm, revealing navy blue dragon scales beneath. His chest is covered by an artistic rendering of a sword, so beautiful. And then there’s a whole dragon on his back, its wings reaching from shoulder to shoulder, and all around it countless lines of… I’m not entirely sure. They look like writing, but the letters were too small for me to see them clearly in the dim light last night. I’ll probably wait until he tells me about those, too.

“See something you like?” Xaden smirks, leaning over the corner of the table to kiss me.

I hum against his lips, marvelling about the simplicity of this moment. How natural it feels. “Maybe?” I tease, my hand splayed against his muscled abdomen.

“Good.” His eyes gleam in a way that tells me he wouldn’t be against another round, either. “Because, same.” His gaze drops down to where I’m wearing one of his shirts—and only that. My clothes from last night are entirely unusable, after all. Thankfully, his shirt is so big on me. Honestly, I’ve worn dresses that covered less of my legs than this shirt.

I squirm beneath his gaze, only moments away from dragging him back to his bed—or maybe just down on top of me on this bench—when I hear the footsteps and rustling of clothes.

“Morning Violet,” comes Liam’s sleep-heavy voice from the other side of the large room. Then a wide grin spreads across his face. “So it really was your voice I heard last night. Good to see you here again.”

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Let’s Go Back to the Beginning

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

Warnings: overstimulation torture, angst, mind control, mind wiping, abuse, trauma, winter solider trauma-type, being beaten down and broken to nothing

Request by anon: May i have a guess on vixens life pre hydra? Do you think she was a daughter of a dress maker and a father that is an architect from the past who show their little girl skills she can use when shes older from sketching , sewing and couple more . If they passed away in an untimely event (events in 1939) she though she was safe in central europe while carrying some clothing , sketchbook and has a place when she moved to the netherlands but she ended up in germany where everything is tight while she is working with a local tailor/dress making shop where some point in the early fortes walking home first hydra spies took her to do experiments then the torture and few more with the gasslight method . She meets bucky first as bucky when in catfa before rescued from the factory . Vixen was the guard for buck , he did charm her but they only talk Buck:how about untying me doll Vixen*shakes head*thats not my orders sargent. Id love too but i cant The time she "met"cap was in a fight on the plane schmidt was on and she dawned a full covered suit even face was masked while also controled by hydra a starter trial of brain wash comand that buck will have soon . The fight ended with vixen being plumbed off the plane during take off . Meeting bucky as winter soildier he was curious at first after the program installed in him . Vixens handler comands her to attack as winter soildiers handler mentions "this is the star of your training...." Few years on and these two are a deadly pair time and time vixen off their control and fails to be memory wipped remembers it all as it haunts her while the bad guys found out the type of serum shes in vixen can never age, body injuries heal (ex: someone punches her and jaw disproportion it snaps back quick to original position) agility, strength etc . Some of the male agents find it hot the original guys even plucked a lady like her , they tried to take advantage of her till she snaps and can kill many agents that surounded her . The scientists even zola amused of this stealth version . More experiments and extractions to make many like her failed she laughs at how they cant even make another they want to hit her but she has a point till zola puts her in a type of chamber and the only torture they have specificly for the super soildiers next to physical beatings is "sensory overload" its painful to thoes with enhanced/sensitive sences the manner of its procdure is diffrent from the mind wipe that bucky is put under. Times they are awake long and kept hidden they share a cell no matter how many times winters head got mushed . When she first escapes she went to asia second in another place . Final escape that hydra didnt get her to beat her up was a year after winter is with steve undergoing rehab which also lead to hydras downfall . Hiding in various places . Sketchbook +pen/pencil at hand with some jobs here and there to help herself she temporarily settled in a place where she isnt hunted to be "their" weapon .

Summary: Your life before the storm. Your life before you were known as Vixen. You were fine. You had a family. HYDRA took you and broken you down into something they wanted. This is your fight, and this is your story.

Squares Filled: unwilling mission partners (2021) for @avengersbingo

Part One: Cat and Mouse Part Two: Femme Fatale Part Three: I Can Do This All Day Part Four: Worth Celebrating

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

The slabs of fabric are heavy in your arms, but you carry them back to your mom’s shop with a smile on your face. Today, she’s teaching you how to sew sleeves onto a bodice. She is a very well-known dressmaker that everyone goes to in your small town. She has orders for days, but she takes her time to make sure each order is as best as it can be.

Your dad is an architect that also gets a lot of business. He gets to travel all around Europe and explore different parts of the country, sometimes going outside of it for business. No matter where he goes, he always manages to come back with beautiful pictures and amazing stories.

Drawing and sewing is one of your passions, so you’d always draw the pictures your dad brings home and hang them up everywhere inside your home. You’ve sold a few of them to friends and family but you’re far from being the renowned artist that everyone wants.

In the meantime, you’re working in your mom’s shop and learning to make clothes.

“Mama, I’m here,” you call out when you enter the store.

“Baby, you carried all of that?”

“It’s no big deal. I got everything you needed.” Your mom takes the fabrics from you and sets them down with the others. “Did you finish?”

“Yes, do you want to see it?”

“Of course,” you grin.

She takes you to the back where the beautiful dress she just finished hangs from the door. You’re in awe at how seamless this looks. This is the last beautiful thing you saw before tragedy struck.

The war happened.

The Germans invaded Europe, and your parents suffered because of it. Your mom’s little shop was the setting for something horrific, and both your parents died in the crossfire. The only thing you were able to salvage was a handful of fabrics, your sketchbooks and some pens, and the dress your mother made before this happened.

You were forced out of your own country, and you fled to Germany hoping it would be better than the life you had in Europe. Everything became dull after that--dull colors, dull environment, and a dull life.

You did your best to keep your head down and focus on your art, and you even got a job at a dressmaking store that was on the verge of closing. Who you were before is so far from where you are, that you miss the woman you used to be. Now, you’re shyt to the point where you can’t talk to others without wanting to cry. Now, your confidence and self-esteem is barely above ground level.

Now, you wish you had died in the bomb that destroyed your mother’s shop.

The war still goes on, but Germany is more focused on invading other countries that they tend not to make their own a war field. You thought you were going to be safe from any more pain and destruction.

You were wrong.

HYDRA took this time as an opportunity to recruit people for their own secret projects while the Germans were busy fighting so that no one would look their way. They went around and took people from their homes, and you just so happened to be one of them. You never saw them coming. One day you were walking from your home to the store, and the next, you were waking up in a lab.

That was the first of many painful nights with HYDRA.

After months of being beaten into shape and torn down to pieces, were you able to be let off your leash a bit. HYDRA saw a scared young woman and decided to make her a killer--a deadly weapon for their pleasure. HYDRA never stopped gathering people, not even as soldiers fought in Germany--American soldiers.

The one person that stood out to them was Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes of the 107th. They saw his potential, and you were assigned to guard him while he was being kept at their facility. The other men he was with are away from this sector since James was being experimented on for HYDRA’s purpose.

Your job was to guard his body and to stand by for further instructions.

“Come on, doll, let me go.”

You’re still very new to HYDRA’s brainwashing, so the old you is still trying to claw her way to the surface, but you know if you disobey Schmidt, you’ll suffer more than you ever have. The one thing you learned very quickly is not to interfere with their plans.

If you do as you’re told, you’ll survive with minimal damage.

“I’d love to, James,” you whisper, “but those aren’t my orders.”

Your orders were to keep him in here and not let him go, but things always don’t go to plan. You planned for an attack, but you never planned for Captain Steve Rogers to come rescue him. He put up a good fight, and since you’re still in your training days, he beat your ass.

When Schmidt found out, he was pissed, but he still let you go after Steve to kill him. After a week of beating you back into shape, were you ready to fight Steve.

Schmidt brought you on the plane he was going to use to bomb the United States using the Tesseract--the same plane Steve hijacked. Schmidt takes out the red notebook that is the source of your nightmares, and says the twelve words you hate hearing. The twelve simple words in Russian that rewire your brain into the mindless killing machine he made you out to be.

“Go. Take care of him,” Schmidt ordered.

You take out two very long daggers and leave the main room to search for the super soldier. The mask you’re wearing is black and covers most of your face except for your eyes. It matches your skin-tight suit that allows you to be flexible and agile, something that you’re very good at using.

You search the plane and find Steve trying to be stealthy. Red fills your vision, and you charge at him with the daggers, but he blocks your attempt with his shield. You kick the shield and use the momentum to do a backflip so you’re on your feet again. With both daggers in your hands, you swipe at the skin you can see, but he knocks one out of your hand with the shield.

All you’ve been training with are other humans and test dummies, so fighting an actual super soldier is a bit harder whether you’re in death mode or not. Steve manages to get the upper hand on you, and pushes the button that opens the back of the plane where people can offload things.

Due to the extreme wind, you lose your footing, and Steve kicks you in the stomach which causes you to fly out the back of the plane.

That’s the last time you saw Steve for over seventy years. The plane crashed, and everyone thought he died. Schmidt was taken somewhere else thanks to the Tesseract, and that fell into the ocean, never to be seen again. The serum in your body allowed you to survive the freezing temperatures until HYDRA eventually found you.

There, you learned they found Bucky without an arm, but they provided him with a vibranium one that they stole from Wakanda. It was then that they decided to kickstart the Winter Soldier program, to manipulate him like how they manipulated you. To turn him into a deadly assassin for their gain.

One bulky Winter Soldier and a flexible Vixen to do their bidding.

You helped train Bucky, you helped destroy his mind, and you eventually became his insufferable partner. At first, you dreaded working with him since all you’ve done with him was train, however, that changed really quick.

You two became the deadliest couple to ever walk the Earth, and if HYDRA sent both of you out together, then there would be no survivors.

“Mission report,” Zemo asks when you two get back from your mission.

“No survivors. Mission complete,” you say in almost a trance.

“Good. Follow me.”

You and Bucky are taken to the room where they perform your memory wipe so that when you revert back to your normal selves, you won’t remember what you did. It’s safer that way, Zemo often claims. You and Bucky are set up to the machines, and you look over at him. He is shirtless, so you can see where his metal arm meets his skin. He doesn’t look too good, and you know that he is being skinned from the inside out, but you can’t do anything about that.

You’re set up with the same machine, and the process begins. Electricity flows through your brain, and both you and Bucky bite down on the belt they forced into your mouths. You scream and would cry if you weren't so focused on not dying. The serum they gave you and Bucky helps with the pain tolerance, so people like you can take more than a normal human.

As soon as the process is done, you’re taken back to your cell where you cry yourself to sleep. You’re free from their mind games for right now, but you remember everything you did. You remember every kill, every person who ran from you in fear, and how Bucky did the exact same thing.

The memory wipe did not work, and you silently cry for the person you wish to be.

This isn’t the person you’re supposed to be. You’re supposed to be kind, loving, and to want to help others, not broken, stripped down, and a killer. You don’t know who to be, and you don’t know how to escape the torture they put you through.

One day, you’ll get to leave, but that day is looking too far ahead to even matter.

This serum turned you into a whole new person. You don’t age anymore, your injuries heal instantly, you’re very stealthy, you have incredible agility and strength, and you’re everything that a superhero has… yet, you’re not the hero.

You’re the villain.

After years of enduring their mind control, you’re let off your leash a bit. You’re not able to go outside, but you can roam the halls of the base you’re in. There is a bar in the main room where you’re allowed to go, but not many people get to go there. The agents who work in the base are allowed to, and all chatter stops when they see you.

“One tequila, please,” you say to the bartender.

“So, they let you out of your cage, huh?” a male agent says.

“Piss off,” you roll your eyes.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?”

“Cameron, stop. She’s the deadliest,” one of his friends whispers to him.

“I don’t give a fuck. She’s our bitch, and we determine when she gets let out of her cage.” You take the tequila from the bartender and down it before staring at the glass. “She won’t do shit.”

In a fit of rage, you slam the glass to the side of Cameron’s head, and he grunts out in pain from the impact. Every agent is on your ass the second it happens, and you jump onto the shoulders of one of them. You punch his skull repeatedly, even when brain matter spills out.

The other agents who don’t want to be killed escape to get help, but the others put up a very good fight… you’re just better.

When the agent can no longer stand because he’s dead, you jump off his body and onto the next, using your thighs to choke him out. When he can no longer breathe, you jump off and bring him with you, flipping and slamming him to the ground.

One by one, you take out each agent until all that’s left is a pile of dead bodies around you. The only way they were able to subdue you is through the infectious gas they pump through the vents. Your vision goes blurry, and you drop to your knees.

The other agents move in with masks on, and you’re taken to the lab where they always experiment on you. You’ve passed out from the drugs, but when you come to, you see Zemo arguing with one of the scientists.

“What do you mean you can’t replicate her? Take her blood and make the same serum.”

“You can’t figure it out,” you chuckle tiredly. “Some villain you are.”

“Shut up,” Zemo glares at you.

“When I get out of here, I’m going to kill you, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. I just killed two dozen agents on my own. What can you do to me?”

“Punish you into submission,” Zemo grins.

Instead of testing your blood, you’re taken to the room where your memory gets wiped. It hasn’t worked for the last few times, and you think your body is holding onto those memories as the serum grows stronger inside you.

You’re hooked up to machines and placed on a table that resembles a body stretching machine. Zemo wastes no time overstimulating your senses to the point where a mere thought is enough to make you cry.

He electrocutes you, overstimulates your ears by setting off loud noises, flashes lights very close to your eyes, and cuts your skin only to do it again when it heals. He did this for hours to the point where you would cry and shrink into yourself at the thought of him doing this again.

“Maybe next time, you’ll listen,” Zemo says.

You have to get out of here. You have to escape if you want to survive. You’re done being their little bitch, and it’s time you start thinking of yourself.

The first time you escaped, you didn’t know where to go. You took a plane to the first place that became available: Asia. As soon as you touched down, you didn’t know where to go or what to do, but unfortunately, you didn’t have time to figure it out.

HYDRA caught you once the airports saw your picture and name. Of course, they punished you for it, but as soon as you got in their good graces, you attempted to escape again. This time, you knew what not to do.

The second time you escaped, you fled back to the UK where you’re from. This time, you didn’t fly, but you took trains and a boat to get there. This time, you were smarter about hiding from HYDRA, but they ultimately found you two months later.

They didn’t go easy on the torture this time, and you were broken down. The only person who got you through it was Bucky. But even he didn’t last that long.

By the time you were planning your third escape, HYDRA was falling apart. Bucky was rescued and taken to Wakanda for rehab, and the other super soldiers were put into cryo-sleep and stored away. The only person they left alone was you in hopes that you would avenge their organization.

The third and final time you escaped, you took all of your sketchbooks and fled to the United States. You took odd jobs here and there to support yourself, and that work eventually led you to New York where you’ve been ever since.

You finally escaped HYDRA’s clutches, and what they left behind was a broken person who is just trying to do good in the world. Your little red notebook is still out there, and you always have the fear that you’ll run into someone who knows the words to make everything you fought for disappear.

You’ll keep fighting, and the only way to truly beat them is to take them down one at a time. Six months went by until you got news of a file that could kill millions if it got into the wrong hands. If HYDRA got their hands on it, they could definitely rebuild.

The only way that's going to happen is over your dead body.

You’re done being their weapon, and it’s time to start fighting for you.

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