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[thechaoswithinmyself]

So... Hi!

How are you going?

From a non-native speaker (and a very passionate fan of Vincent Valentine) to another, what about a Vincent/Reader arranged date - orchestrated by AVALANCHE, of course, and based on months of eye fucking - but with both of you not knowing how that came to happen?

Feel free to decline, change or even add things to this request. SFW or NSFW, your choice.

Hope to see you soon.

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Hey! I’m doing fine, thanks for asking, hope you’re good to!

I loved writing this request! Sorry for any grammar mistakes and sorry if it doesn’t make any sense, it’s been a lot since I write a fic, so, hope you enjoy it!

Arranged date with Vincent Valentine:

You were working with AVALANCHE for 6 months now. You almost considered them your family, I mean, you spent more than the half of your days with them, working, or just having some fun in Tifa’s Bar.

You passed most of your time in Tifa’s, talking with her and with Aerith, taking care of Marlene and even sometimes Cloud went there to have a drink and chat for a little. The last one you expected to find there was Vincent. He is a very reserved person, not really talkative but for some reason, he seemed to like to come there and pass some time with us, even if he never says to much.

It was inneblitable, he was weirdly handsome, and even if you two never had a proper conversation before, both of you started to look at eachother for a bit to longer than normal people use to do. I mean, everyone noticed that. You could be playing darts with Cloud or Cid, that he was looking at you non stop, and of course you returned these looks. Cloud in not known for his pacience, so one day he just went to you and said “I don’t know what you two are doing but it’s uncomfortable and weird, so stop it or I’ll have to do it”. I mean, the tension was palpable, and the story repeated for almost a month after Cloud’s talk with you.

He was definitely serious when he said that he would end it himself. You went to Tifa’s as normal, but you only found her. You wanted to ask if something happened because she had an enormous smile on her face, but you didn’t have the time, since Vincent came in followed by Cloud. Tifa leaded you to a chair and put your favourite drink on the desk. Vincent followed her too and sit there, in front of you. Cloud laughed at the image, and said “Hope you two enjoy your date, Tifa will help you two if you need anything” and went outside. Tifa smiled at you and went outside with Cloud, leaving you two alone. Vincent didn’t talk at first, he just nodded and looked nervously everywhere. You couldn’t help it and said “Well, maybe I’m the only one who thinks it but, we look good together, like we have a connection or something... I don’t now... I just like you and I though you liked me too, but we never talk with eachother so...”. Vincent smiles softly at you. He nodded and replied “Yeah, at first I didn’t know why Cloud wanted me here today, but I have to say that it was a pleasant surprise”. You couldn’t help but smile. You two were nervous but you started to know more about eachother. You even made him laugh! He couldn’t help it, he was falling in love. The date came into an end, and you two said goodbye to Cloud and Tifa. He asked were you lived and both of you agreed to pass the night in his home, it was way closer than yours. You were nervous, what is going to happen now? You should kiss him? I mean you’re staying in his home and you like him like a lot so... He was looking at you, again, and started leaning slowly at you. You noticed it, he was trying to kiss you. He looked amazing, only illuminated by the moonlight. He leaned forwards and your lips touched. It was short, it’s been a very long time since he kissed someone. You couldn’t help but smile. He told you were the bed was and leaned there with you, holding you as if you were going to disappear. Vincent caressed your face softly, looking at you with immense lovely eyes. “Rest well” Vincent said while he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Rest well, Vincent”

[thechaoswithinmyself]

Haunted House

@hauntedhousecat - Milo the Cat asked - If you would like to! Would you do a thing with Zack Fair and female reader where they both go to a haunted house? Female reader maybe isn't too sure about it?

Haunted House

“I don’t want to go inside!” You squeaked looking up at the tall, dark building.

Perfect horror house material. Zack laughed. The ShinRa Mansion had stood alone and empty, supposedly, for years. Zack had been dying to explore it. Now he had a chance. Too bad for you that he’d decided to bring you with him. You did not want to go inside that building. You wanted nothing to do with ANYWHERE that was supposedly haunted. 

“Why not!?” Zack asked a wide grin on his face.

“Because! I heard it was Haunted,” you replied with a glare.

Zack just laughed. His laugh was full of joy. It made you twitch a smile. Only a twitch.

“Ghost aren’t real Y/N. Come on. Billions of people in this world, people dying of all sorts of reasons. We’d be bumping into them all the time,” he said with that stupid smile.

“Well… they only hang around in places filled with their memories,” you said.

“Oh, right and I assume its always negative places,” He said stepping closer to the door.

“Ummm… They’ve been caught on tape you know,” You said stuttering.

“No, they haven’t.”

There was no point arguing with Zack. After all he was a sceptic. You however weren’t so convinced. Zack elbowed you and walked towards the entrance. You groaned and followed a few paces behind.

Zack forced the front door open and crept inside. The place was filled with dust and smelt mouldy. Rats scattered along with bugs as Zack took a few strides forward. He was beaming. You shuddered, the place gave you the creeps and you were thankful it wasn’t totally dark. Zack took a deep breath and began looking around.

“Wow… this place is just amazing. Its like people just upped and left,” He called to you opening a few cupboards.

You heard something howl and you froze. Every hair on your neck standing on end. Zack frowned and turned to look at you. He laughed, “It’s the wind!” He said laughing again, “Just a slightly open window is all.”

Another howl and he turned to face it determined to find the source.

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Sometime later after he’d looked at every window in every room he paced back and fourth near a rather odd-looking brick wall on the top floor. Another howl made him jump.

“S-Sounds like it’s coming from that wall…” You said, fear undisguised in your voice.

Zack frowned and pressed his hands against the wall. It moved. He shoved it to one side and it shifted open. He looked down a long dark staircase and grinned at you before going in.

“No Wait!” You hissed before following him.

He just marched on down like nothing could touch him whilst you creeped behind. Once you reached ground floor he went off on his own, leaving you to creep in the dark.

There was a whimpering cry that caught your attention and against your better judgement you went to look for the source of the crying. What you found almost made you shit yourself.

“C-Coffins…” You squeaked in an unusually high-pitched voice.

The muffled whimpering was coming from one. Why were you walking towards it? Why were you opening the lid?!

Zack heard you screaming and frowned as you ran full speed passed him.

“Y/N?”

He looked the way you came and saw the un-naturally pale hand and red eyes of … Someone. Zack screamed, a high-pitched scream.

Vincent shook his head and trudged back over to his unorthodox bed.

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[thechaoswithinmyself]

Your World -Yandere!Vincent Valentine-

masterlist | request 

Prompt: Can you a yandere story that involves around Vincent Valentine falling in love with the female reader from the real world and trying to get out of dirge of cerberus and into the real world

Pairing: Yandere!Vincent Valentine / Reader

Summary:

Word Count: 614

A/N: I apologize if this is exactly what you had in mind, or don’t make sense. This is really the only scenario that came to mind. I hope you enjoy it nevertheless!

For as long as he could remember, Vincent was hearing a disembodied voice. He could never tell which direction the voice was coming from. Once he felt as if he got an idea and start walking in that direction, it would change and sound as if the voice was behind him instead.

He’s heard the majestic voice several times, though he still remembers the first time he heard your breathtaking voice.

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[thechaoswithinmyself]

—blur the lines (between fiction and reality)

 I heard you’re open for 5 headcanon requests on your post, can you do a headcanon about a yandere story that involves around Vincent Valentine falling in love with the female reader from the real world and trying to get out of dirge of cerberus and into the real world —anonymous

tw / tags: sfw, gn reader, death mentions (aerith’s), obsessive thoughts, general yandere themes featured character(s): final fantasy 7′s vincent valentine, minor appearances of yuffie, cloud, and marlene minors dni.

—note: hm took some thinking for this one until i saw a series done by @/writingforatwistedworld about self-aware au’s and decided it just might work for the old boi in red. that said, this is super tame, so don’t come in expecting any spice. vincents too sweet anyway (unless he merged with chaos, thats a whole diff story lol).

》after what must have been several hundredth reset, vincent soon figured out that he was living a scripted life. —tragically, only he realized it. —or perhaps his friends and allies were living in denial. —which is probably a bliss to have.

》often, the world would alternate between several different…atmospheres. one where everything begins with a certain blond mercenary (og ff7) and one that focuses on the aftermath (the film, advent children), and there was one where he plays the major role in (DoC). —there were several more, but they were fairly rarer than the rest that he could barely remember as he hardly played a role in these. —all were painfully distinct.

》vincent was realistic at the worst of times, at least toward himself. —it became easier to disconnect himself from his emotions —and from others too. —whenever one passes from a grueling battle or something had gone terribly wrong, time would reset and correct everything to the script only the creator could read.

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Do you want me to leave

Prompt: Do you want me to leave

Character: Vincent Valentine

Vincent was the loner type. Only had a select few friends.

Maybe that’s why he understood the quiet little Y/h/c who Tifa introduced as Y/n.

He made a promise to himself that he would watch out for her.

That was why he found himself sitting on the roof of her apartment as she argued with her ex about the girl he was cheating on her with.

“Y/n, honey, it was just a work lunch.”

“Oh don’t give me that shit Reno. If it had anything to do with work, Rude would have been there too.”

“Elaina and I are just friends.”

“Really? Cause that’s not what she told me.” Y/n handed him a box. “Here. It’s everything you left here and ever gave me. Now get out.”

“Babe please...”

“No we’re done Reno. Go back to Elaina and have a nice life.”

Reno walked to the open door and turned to her.

“I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not.” Y/n said slamming the door.

Vincent waited till Reno was gone before he let himself in.

“Y/n?”

He heard a crash come from the bedroom and rushed to the door.

“Y/n are you in there?”

“Vincent?”

“Are you okay?” He asked trying to open the door.

“Hang on.”

He waited a moment as she opened the door.

“What are you doing here?”

“Tifa and Yufi asked me to come check on you.”

“Liar.”

“What?”

“You’re lying.”

“How would you know?”

Y/n looked at him and closed her eyes.

“The same way I knew Reno was lying about everything.”

Vincent saw her open her eyes and they were different.

Instead of Y/e/c, her eyes were bright blue with golden red around the iris.

“Give me a second and I’ll come out and tell you everything.”

He nodded.

Y/n came out and leaned against the wall.

“I’m what Reno called a failed test.”

Vincent looked at her.

“They tried recreating you and I’m the result. So the only reason he was with me was so that Shinra could keep an eye on me.” She said sliding to the floor.

Vincent followed and sat with her.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“Gods no. I don’t want to be alone.”

Vincent nodded and opened his arms.

Y/n wiggled over so he could hold her.

“You know, whenever I’m near you I feel safe.”

“That’s good.”

Y/n sighed.

“Why don’t you come stay with me tonight and tomorrow I’ll help you get things fixed.”

“Okay.” She said as he picked her up off the floor.

“Rest Little One.”

Y/n smiled. “Okay my angel of darkness.”

Vincent smiled a little as they left.

‘I told you.’ The voice in his head whispered. ‘She’s ours.”

[thechaoswithinmyself]

Day 2

Pairing: Vincent Valentine x reader

Prompt: Hope

Description: You loved him, sure and true. And you wanted him to know, it was okay for him to love you too.

Rating: sfw

Content Warning: None

Word Count: 1022

Notes: I love this man so much its crazy. I tried so hard to also not just choose jojo/fe characters for this list but. its mostly fe...

“Hey, Vincent?” Your voice draws his attention your way. He offers no response, but from his red gaze, you know you have it. “I have… a kind of silly question, if you’ll let me ask.” You smile softly, but there’s an obvious nervousness about you.

It wasn’t like you to be like that. You were so full of life-- so careful and sweet. It felt… wrong to see you like this. See you so serious. This was obviously important to you. Of course he would oblige.

“Silly?” He repeats. His voice feel rough in his throat. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in a while so… he really had no reason to.

“Well… kinda.” You shift your weight from on leg to the other, your gaze always shifting from him, to something else, back to him.

“Go ahead.” He says simply. Continuing walking with you in no particular direction.

“This is kinda just an observation…” You added, folding your hands behind you head as you walked. Trying to seem nonchalant. “But… you don’t let yourself feel a lot of emotions, do you?” Your words seem unsure. Probably because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

Admittedly, he does feel a little surprised. Called out, even. But… your not wrong. Some emotions they… weren’t his to have any more. Who was he to feel happy, feel content, or hopeful for all he had done?

“Why do you ask?” He doesn’t answer directly, but you both know you’re right.

“Well… not to be like, you need my permission or anything…” You laugh sightly, the nerves he had noticed in you the entire time finally making way to your voice. “But I want you to feel like that it’s okay, you know?” Your voice is smaller. The two of you naturally stop walking as you turn to him. “Perhaps this is the silly part of this but… I want you to be happy.” You say softly.

“Me, happy?” He echoes, testing the word on his tounge. It felt wrong.

“Okay, fine, I’ll say it.” You huff dramatically, running a hand through your hair with a big sigh. “I want you to be happy… with me.” You say it slowly, words coming out as if you had to force them. His gaze has never left you.

“...I don’t hate you, if that’s what you think.” He offers to you, and you scoff.

“No, that’s not it. I mean, that’s great to hear, but what I mean is…” You trail off, meeting his gaze again and stopping. Studying him a moment, perhaps looking for the right words to say. Or maybe the courage to say them.

“You… you give me hope. A lot of it. A lot of good feelings, even.” You shake you head. “Geez, I sound so dumb…” You hold your head with one hand. “What I mean to say is, you make me happy. So happy sometimes, I’m fit to burst.” There, with your trademark goofy grin. “I’d like to return the favor. See you happy. See you full of hope. Maybe even smiling.” Your grin grows as your ambitions do.

“...I see.” It takes him a moment to mull over the words. He can see it in your gaze, in the way you try to keep up your smile for him and raise your eyebrows to hope. “I don’t know if I’m allowed to feel that way again…” There’s a sigh in his voice, and you falter.

“Can you try?” Your voice is small. Vincent can’t help but soften at your tone. You’ve never looked so hurt. “For me?”

He can’t help but blink owlishly. “For… you?” He repeats.

“Well actually… for us.” You look up at him. “I love you so much Vincent, so much that I want to see you happy, want to be the one to make you smile…” You fidget under his intense gaze. Vincent can’t help but take a sharp breath.

Love? He… hasn’t loved someone in so long. But with you.

“I-I understand it’s a lot… and I don’t expect you to feel the same.” You admit hastily. “But I want you to know that. That you’re loved.” You tremble as you say the words. “I always thought that, I dunno… a little love would do a lot for you.” If only you knew.

He can’t help but feel the beating of his heart. The idea of you loving him had never even crossed his mind. But now that’s its in there, he can’t help but ponder what it would be like; to love and be loved by you…

And he realizes, this soft feeling bubbling up inside him is hope. Hope that, maybe with you he could… change. Maybe, even, absolve his sins.

“I… can’t say I feel the same.” Even expecting his answer, he sees your mood fall. Sees the way you hold back tears. “I… never thought of loving someone again. Thought I didn’t deserve it.” You nod, sniffling hard. He thinks to speed this up, wanting you to feel better. “But… I can’t lie. I enjoy your company. You make my life lighter and… I find myself looking forward to our time together.” He can’t up but raise a gaunt, gentle as sin as he wipes stray tears that fall down your cheeks.

“Vincent?” Oh, and to hear a sob in your voice… He never wants to see you sad like this again.

“But knowing you love me…” He dares to close his eyes. Imagine something soft and kind with you. “I’d like to try.” It feels like a promise. Perhaps it is, as you end up hugging him, clutching him close until you feel him wrap careful arms around you as well.

“Thank you…” Your words are muffled. “Thank you…” You lift only so he can properly hear your voice, see the shine of tears in your eyes and the smile that pulls on your lips. “You’ll see, I promise. You’ll find something worth being happy for.”

Vincent gives you a smile. He thinks that, perhaps you’ll be that thing worth being happy for. You give him hope for that.

[thechaoswithinmyself]

Warmth In A Red Cloak

A/N: A very quick and simple story, I just made for Vincent, been a while since I written anything so, it's kind of like practice writing this story is to get me back into writing again

Vincent Valentine x Reader

You have the heating on in your home but you were still very cold, you wrapped yourself in many blankets that you have and you still feel a bit of a shiver down your spine.

You heard a faint knock on your window, you got up from your bed and have seen it was Vincent tapping at your window to get in, "you know there is the door" you mumbled before shivering again and clench the blanket tighter around you,

"You cold?" You nodded as you began to shiver from the cold, Vincent followed you near your bed

You quickly got to bed and wrapped yourself tightly, trying to warm yourself up. Vincent walked and sat beside you on the bed, you immediately latched yourself around Vincent and instantly was warm you wrap Vincent red Cloak around you and felt extra cosy,

Vincent looked at you and couldn't help but smile, he found her quite adorable all wrapped up in his Cloak with him, as she finally drifted into a cosy sleep.

[thechaoswithinmyself]

Vincent Valentine headcanons pt 1

--------------Dating them Includes------------------

-He's your literal shadow He will 90% of the time would just be behind you like your shadow. He worries for you even though it's hard to see it so he kinda just chills there making sure you're safe

-makes sure you get the care you need Due to past experience he wants to make sure you take care of yourself and don't overwork to exhaustion. He would never forgive himself if he lets that happen again to another person he cares about

-Random unexpected moments of affection Vincent is vary bipolar in terms of affection giving. Most of the time you'll have to make the first move as he would be nervous to do it himself but that dosen't mean he never pull the first move. In occasion he would hug you from behind or give you a small little kiss on the cheek or forehead and sometimes ,if you want to, he would secretly asked if you can cuddle with him but its rare for him to ask as if he does want affection he'll show it though his body language

-Training gun addition (I'm pretty sure like everyone within these scenarios would do this) like 100% of the people here Vincent wants to be assured that your safe although it's not as required as Angeal sephiroth and genesis but he would teach you how to use a gun in self defense

----How do they get your attention----------

He would just randomly hold you. I feel like he would be touch starved so he would do things like try to cuddle you, lay on your lap , hold your hand. Although he would love to have your attention he has his own bountries and he respects yours so he would just leave you alone and find something to do or wait until you're done.

----What happens when there jealous---------------

-he would lowkey get sad if someone was flirting with you

- it would make him insecure inside but it doesn't mean he wouldn't make an attempt to do something 

- honestly he’ll asked you if you two can leave and hopefully never deal with this again 

-if it’s a creep he’ll be more direct, like wrapping his arms around you protectively, and very heavily suggested to leave.

--How would they react when there S/o says "I love you"---

-one of the few but many ways to make this man have a decent smile -it might take him a little bit before replying -definitely would have this moment on repeat in his head -he may be quiet about it but he appreciates when his S/o says “I love you” often -he finds comfort in your voice especially when you give him verbal affection

[thechaoswithinmyself]

I like how unassuming malyshka appears. She gets to lead a double life as Bucky’s wife. She’s not in on the business as a partner but she knows more than anyone would suspect and has power over him

You have him in the palm of your hand. Bucky knows it. You know it. His inner circle knows it. Everyone else can only speculate.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

CW: Semi-public smut, mafia Bucky is a menace.

WC: 1K.

A/N: Sinday drabble. Written on my phone, unbetad. Sinday drabbles are back!

It’s enthralling to saunter into one of his restaurants, Bucky only a few steps behind you, and watch the atmosphere change. The conversations waning until all you can hear is the sharp click, click of your heels on the sleek floors. Respect and admiration with a subtle edge of fear permeate the room as he guides you to one of the exclusive areas.

For a business meeting of course.

Or so he claims.

But everyone can see the way he looks at you, his stoic expression can’t conceal his passionate gaze. They notice the way his tattooed hand lingers on the small of your back. Everyone can tell that Bucky wants to eat you up. Strip you bare and devour you like you were a five-course meal and his favorite dessert all in one tantalizing package.

They don’t dare say anything. At least when he’s within hearing distance anyway. Just watching with curious gazes, not even daring to breathe until he passes their table.

Immediately after the door closes to his secluded section, the restaurant explodes in a litany of hushed whispers about the pakhan and his gallerist. Rumors flow wild and rampant over glasses of wine.

Little do they know how true they are.

The pakhan is fucking you. Whenever and wherever you’ll let him. His version of a good morning is to start his day with his head between your thighs. And Bucky has been having a lot of good mornings. Bucky spends his nights finding new ways to coax those pretty little sounds of your pretty little mouth.

What they don’t know is how much he loves you.

That he’s proud to be wrapped around your finger. That he thinks of you throughout the day, that he spoils you, protects you. That he gives you whatever you want without hesitation.

They’ll never know that he has your name hidden in his tattoos.

They better hope they never discover that he means it when he vowed that he’ll burn the city to the ground if anything were to happen to you.

And Bucky will definitely make sure that no one but him hears you gasp out his name as he pulls you onto his lap the second the waiter leaves with your order. Dress pushed up to your thighs, panties twisted to the side. His large hands bring your hips down as he pushes up into you, inch after inch until you swear you can’t handle anymore. His deep, rich voice in your ear saying I’m almost there, just let me in Malyshka.

You’re trying, you really are, you need this so bad. God after all this time you’d think you’d be used to his size, to how big he is. The way he’s stretching you feels is so incredibly intense. You fist two handfuls of the expensive lace tablecloth as you drop your head next to his whiskey glass.

A slow, controlled roll of his hips and he’s fully inside you. Fuck, you feel so damn good. His low groan sinks into your veins, the sheer desperate neediness in his tone makes you even wetter.

Only you can bring this side out of him.

His pace steadily builds, driving into you with relentless precision, hitting that spot deep inside you like he owns it. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you up until you’re back is flush with his chest. He needs more of you. Bucky cradles your face, turning your head so he can kiss you, his plush lips slot over yours. The lingering taste of his whiskey melds onto your tongue, the kiss deepening with every passing second. His hand drops to your aching clit, drawing languid circles over and over. You cling to him, your nails digging into his wrists. A tight knot of pure hot pleasure forms deep inside you. Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.

He inhales your sobs and moans, the frantic noises fueling his desire to ruin you. Going faster, harder until you tighten around him, breaking the kiss with a sharp cry of his name.

His eyes drinking in your expression with pride as your eyes roll back and your mouth goes slack on a soft whimper. Beautiful. So fucking beautiful. If he had time, he get two, maybe three more out of you. But he promised you lunch before you had to go back to the gallery.

And he always takes care of his girl. Because you do the same for him.

By the time the waiter tentatively knocks on the door, you’re back in your seat, trying your best not to look freshly fucked. Bucky’s smirk lets you know you’re failing—it doesn’t help his cum is dripping out of you or that he had just whispered in your ear that if your food wasn’t on its way, he’d be on his knees pushing every drop back into you.

“Come in.”

Still high off your orgasm, you can’t even fake being exasperated when he tucks your panties into his pocket with a devilish wink. You don't even remember him taking them off you. Much to his amusement, you avert your gaze, cheeks burning as people file in carrying trays. If they know what he just did to you, they don’t let on.

Everything is seamlessly served. Plates set in front of you with a flourish, glasses refilled, and the fragrant scents of your meal float through the room. As the last person leaves, your waiter stands at the door. “Will that be all sir?”

“Yes. And don’t worry about bringing a dessert menu.” Bucky leans back in his chair, his darkened, heady gaze caressing your face, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. “I already know what I want."

[thechaoswithinmyself]

The way I picture mafia Bucky getting a tattoo with his girls initials on his left ring finger under his wedding band 💍 🥵

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

A/N: First mafia Monday drabble of 2024. Unbeta'd and written on my phone. Part of the bumblebee series.

"Are you sure about this? That's going to be a bitch to cover up," Steve warns, arms folded across his chest.

Bucky doesn't share the reservations his best friend has. Perhaps he should be offended but Bucky knows that Steve hasn't been in love. One day he's going to meet someone that turns him inside out the way you have. He can't wait to deliver that I told you so on a silver platter.

"I'm sure." A smirk slides across Bucky's lips and he gestures for Natasha to continue. He'd get your name tattooed across his throat in your handwriting if you'd let him. Bucky's never felt the urge to be claimed by anyone until you. He wants the world to know he belongs to you. It's an unfamiliar feeling, being in love like this. You're wrapped around his heart and made it so that it only beats for you.

As the low, steady thrum of the tattoo gun fills the studio, Bucky loosens his tie with his free hand and flicks open the first couple of buttons on his shirt. He pushes the shirt over his shoulder. "Besides this isn't the first tattoo I've gotten for my girl."

Steve's gaze narrows on the intricate cross surrounded by the open pocket watch and church dome inked into his chest. It's nearly imperceptible—parts of the ink appear fresher, darker than the rest. Then he sees it like the last piece of a puzzle being slid into place. Your name in—his head tilts contemplatively—five different languages woven within the detailed design. He has to admit it's impressive, The font is delicate and small, enough so that the average person wouldn't see it.

You have though. Up close and personal. Memorized each one as you sat on his lap, your legs around his waist, tracing each letter with your fingertips. The night he decided it was fully healed, he celebrated by taking you softly and sweetly and so slow it almost drove you insane. He made sure that night was embedded in your memory . The warm, smooth glide of his chest against your breasts. His hand around your wrists pinning your arms above your head. His soft lips never leaving yours even as your cries grew breathier and more drawn out.

"Guess you're serious about her huh." Steve remarks, snapping Bucky out of his musings. "You know what you're doing?"

Silence falls in the room after Natasha finishes the final initial. Bucky holds up his hand, admiring her handiwork as he makes an amused, nearly sardonic sound in his throat.

"Y'know sometimes I have no idea what I'm doing with this girl." His voice is quiet, and thoughtful in a way Steve has never heard before. "I do know that I'm going to spend the rest of my life with her and I know for certain I'm going to put my ring on her finger."

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“A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.”

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

[thechaoswithinmyself]

How Many More Times

Summary: Dean comes back to join you and Sam for hunts. He’s not happy to see you with his younger brother.

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader, former Dean x Reader, ??? x Reader

Warnings: angst, heartbreak, break-up, smut, unprotected sex, language, arguments, jealous Dean, fluff

 Sequel to Tangerine

How many more times, treat me the way you wanna do How many more times, treat me the way you wanna do When I give you all my love, please, please be true

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[thechaoswithinmyself]

Payback is Sweet

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,113

Summary: You decide it's time Bucky experiences what's it's like to be you for the day.

Author's Note: I've seen a lot of these gender reversal tik toks where the girl pulls the stunts the SO usually does and it always makes me laugh so naturally here's Bucky getting his! HA! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics Thank you bunches Daisy my sweet🥰

Warnings: flirty, fun and sweet fluff

“Thanks for makin’ breakfast doll.”

You kiss Bucky’s cheek and then start to clear the dishes. He immediately gets up to help and loads the dishwasher, leaving behind a few random things that have to be washed by hand.

When he rolls up the sleeves of his Henley and begins washing them you slide up behind him and press your body to his. Your hands wander, grazing across the wide breadth of his shoulders before slipping under his arms to caress his abs.

His muscles flex under your touch and you lift his shirt, smoothing your fingertips along his warm skin.

He wiggles against you and when you move higher to pinch his nipples he let’s out a surprised hiss.  You give his pecs a few good squeezes and then saunter off to the couch.

He turns to give you a perplexed look but you pay him no mind and scroll through your phone.

Later, when he’s bent over and onloading the dishwasher you walk by looking for a snack and smack his ass hard.

With a yelp he stands up straight and stares at you.

“Doll?”

“What’s up Buck?” you ask as you search for the cookies. “Have you seen the Oreos?”

He just watches you silently.

“Oh! Here they are!” you sing before walking off with your treat.

That same night after the laundry is done you walk into the bedroom with the basket and drop it to the floor, taking out your clothes to fold them. Bucky comes out of the bathroom and gives you a kiss then goes to grab his own clothes and do the same.

As he’s bent over and sifting through them you situate yourself behind him and grab hold of hips, pumping your own against them in a rapid motion. He nearly falls over in surprise and you have to stifle a laugh before you go back to putting away your own things as if nothing has happened.

You can feel his intense gaze as you move around the room but you do your best to ignore him.

After the laundry is sorted you fall onto the couch and search through Netflix for something to watch. Bucky plops down next to you and pulls you against him, snuggling closer.

“Anything good?” he asks.

“Not yet,” you answer and hand him the remote.

With the movie long over you shift in Bucky’s arms, slowly starting to wake back up and realizing you both fell asleep on the couch. He’s still passed out but you manage to lift his metal arm off you and sit up.

You spot your banana, left on the coffee table from earlier, and your lips spread into a grin. With careful and quiet movements you peel it and turn to face Bucky, laughing when you see his mouth hanging open with his deep breathing.

Without thinking you shove the banana between his lips.

He starts to choke and sits up in a flurry of wild movements and muffled curses. When he finally calms down and catches his breath he looks at you and then at the banana and then back to you again.

“Did you just….? Was that…? WHY doll?!??!”

You fall over in a fit of laughter, curling into yourself and unable to respond.

You can hear his huffs and feel his eyes but it only fuels your giggles.

“I’d like an explanation when you’re done doll face,” he states, tone serious.

That quells your laughter and you shoot up and glare at him with your finger in his face.

“YOU…. want an explanation mister?”

“Yeah,” he says, grabbing your finger to drag you closer.

His hands land on your waist and he pulls you into his lap. “Let’s hear it. I wanna know why you’ve been groping me all day…smacking my ass, feeling me up, putting stuff in my mouth, humpin’ me…and then walkin’ off to leave me hanging! I’ve had blue balls all day!”

Your mouth hangs open and you blink several times.

“Is this the part where I stick a banana in your mouth?” he asks with a smirk.

Your eyes narrow and you grit out, “you really don’t get it do you?”

“Get what?” he says, taking your face in his hands.

“This is what you do to me ALL DAY EVERY DAY!”

His eyebrows draw inward and he begins to protest but you give him a warning scowl.

He huffs and sits back against the couch, taking you with him. He’s quiet for a while, clearly playing back memories of his crimes.

“Well…” he starts, his blue eyes wide, “I mean…sure I smack your ass…but I love your ass.”

“Mm hm,” you say with pursed lips. “And?”

“And…it’s hard not to squeeze your boobs when you’re washing the dishes. Your hands are busy and mine aren’t and I love your boobs sooo…”

“Uh huh Buck.”

“And how do you expect me not to want to stick it in every time you bend over…it’s like putting it on display and asking me not do one of my favorite things!”

He’s getting more and more flustered as he continues.  

“Yeah, yeah.”

“And I’ve never stuffed my dick in your mouth without you wanting me too!”

You stare at each other, both trying to hold it together but when you see the corners of his eyes start to crinkle you break and fall into his chest with a laugh.

“Ok, I’ll give you that one,” you mumble before sniffing his Henley.

He laughs harder, tightening his hold on you and then kissing any spot of your skin he can find.

“Do I sniff you a lot too?” he teases.

“You do, but I think I sniff you more,” you giggle.

Your arms wrap around his neck and you burrow into him, inhaling his skin.

“Just wanted you to get a taste of your own medicine,” you whisper.

You pepper his cheek with kisses and sit up to look at him, frowning when you see his expression.

“Bucky?”

“Do you hate when I do those things,” he asks quietly.

“NO!” you tell him. “I love when you touch me.”

“Are you sure?” he says, looking worried. “It’s because you’re my favorite and I love to feel you and touch you all the time.”

“Of course I’m sure baby, don’t worry and I know,” you assure him. “Today was a lot of fun for me. I loved getting my hands on you. Think I’ll do it more often.”

You smirk deviously then kiss his pouting lips.

“Ok good,” he whispers, slipping his hand behind your neck to keep you close. “Because today might have been the best day of my life.”

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