Pretty sure there’s a good reason that 1-800-Contacts doesn’t carry this brand.
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Pretty sure there’s a good reason that 1-800-Contacts doesn’t carry this brand.
me: *sees someone create an incredible work of art that displays both passion and carefully honed skills*
my brain @ me: you probably Love Them
aesthetic weekend: (1/?) stucky cop au: steve and bucky are new york city cops who find themselves partnered together.
Maximoffs being mystified by Valentine’s Day –anonymous
A/N: this went a little Maxicest-y.
“You give someone you love presents,” Natasha says to an eager Pietro, who follows her around the Avengers tower like a puppy. “Like candy and little hearts. Just to show them you appreciate them.”
“But why?” he asks, forcibly keeping himself from running circles around her while she walks.
She shrugs. “I’m the wrong person to ask. But it’s nice, you know? Just having a day to show people you care about them.”
***
“And everyone…buys into this nonsense?” Wanda asks Clint as she explodes the arrow hurtling toward her face inches before it impales itself between her eyes.
Clint reloads his bow. “It keeps the economy going, yeah.”
“And you can buy these…Valentimes–”
“Valentines,” Clint corrects, and tries shooting her again.
This time, she bends the arrow mid-flight into the shape of a heart, then plucks it out of the air and inspects it. “You can buy them at any…store?”
“Yeah,” Clint replies, tilting his head to the side as he watches her inspect her work, “I mean, you’re kinda getting it.”
***
Stark put them in separate suites. Wanda had never felt so alone than the first night without Pietro by her side. They only lasted a few nights before Pietro knocked softly on her door, and from then on, they traded off sneaking into each other’s rooms.
Earlier that day, after target practice with Clint, Wanda had watched as the quiet man with the metal arm who never smiles seemed to begrudgingly give the Captain a teddy bear. The Captain’s face went soft and happy, and he kissed the metal-armed man until he finally smiled back. It was…sweet. If not odd.
Tonight, Wanda creeps out of her suite and down the hallway toward Pietro’s, a Valentine weighing heavy in her pocket. She looks behind her when she hears something, but a fast-moving objet knocks into her.
She falls backward, but Pietro catches her before she hits the ground, holds her in his arms and smiles down at her. “You ought to pay attention where you’re going.”
“You ought to stay in your room after dark,” she replies.
He scoffs at her and helps her to standing.
“Clint told me about–” Wanda begins, at the same time Pietro pulls something out of his pocket and says, “Natasha mentioned–”
He hands it to Wanda. She takes it from him and opens it. Candy rests inside a heart-shaped box, nestled in little paper wrappers.
“You eat them,” Pietro clarifies.
“I know,” she says, smiling Thank you.” She reaches into her pocket and hands him a heart-shaped wad of melted-down metal.
He takes it and turns it around in his hands. “What is this?”
“I welded together all the bullets I took out of you.”
To anyone else, it might seem macabre. But Pietro’s mouth makes a little O in realization, and he goes, “Aww. You shouldn’t have.”
“Happy Valentime’s Day, brother.”
He hugs her to him, kisses her forehead. “And you, baby sister.”
[vday prompts]
MCU prompt please, where Tony introduces Steve to all the new M/M sex toys if that’s ok with you? Maybe Steve has to be in bondage since his reactions keep knocking Tony off the bed otherwise? LOL – @chrisatplay
“You’re a modern man now, Cap. Time to indulge in the modern man’s sexual proclivities.” Tony holds the door open for Steve and ushers him inside with a grandiose gesture.
Steve gives him a derisive look. “I seriously doubt sex has changed that much since–”
He stops short when he walks inside and spots the–well, he’s not really sure exactly what he’s looking at. That over there is definitely a wall of plastic penises. There are…contraptions hanging from the ceiling. Whips. Chains. Aisles upon aisles of DVDs.
Tony walks past him with a smug smirk on his stupid face. He picks up a forearm-sized black phallus with a suction cup on the end, wiggles it toward Steve while he talks. “Silicone. Best thing science has given us since…well, you.”
***
Steve hisses inward through his teeth, bites back the moan at the back of his throat. “C’mon, you can do better than that.” His voice is muffled against the wooden plank he’s tied to, hot against the side of his face.
Steve’s ass is raw from the flogger. And the flail before that. And his wrists and ankles are burning from where he keeps writhing in his restraints. His whole naked body is on fire, muscles tensed every time the paddle cracks across his bare ass.
“One more word and I’m shoving a ball gag in your pretty albeit filthy mouth,” Tony replies. Crack.
Steve winces. The plug in his ass keeps grinding against his prostate. He keeps fucking onto the plank. It’s uncomfortable and it hurts but it’s friction. He’s been on the edge for what feels like forever, keeping himself from coming by sheer force of stubborn will.
Tony steps away. Steve can hear him toss the flogger on a steel table covered in sex toys and broken electronic parts, because only Tony Stark would have a lab that doubles as a sex dungeon.
Steve isn’t impressed. The thought prompts him while he’s waiting. “May not have had as many fancy toys back in the day, but you could still make sex hurt with nothing but your hands. No cuffs, but we had rope, neckties. Flogger’s alright. Still, nothing beats a good leather belt.”
“Got any old timey comparisons for this?”
Steve hears a soft click, and the plug in him starts to vibrate. He can’t hold it back; he lets out a shocked groan, fucks into the plank. All the breath is taken out of his lungs. If he’d had this before the serum, he would have gone into cardiac arrest. “Fuck.”
“Quarter in the swear jar,” Tony says. The distinct, ominous snap of Tony slipping his belt out of its loops echoes in the room.
Steve doesn’t have time to prepare himself, can barely get in another breath before Tony cracks the belt against his already welted ass. Steve cries out.
He composes himself enough to bite out, “I’m–I’m gonna…”
“You can hold out, Cap. Three more,” Tony replies. “Count.”
Steve stills his hips but it takes every ounce of his willpower and focus. Tony hits him again, this time lower, on the backs of his thighs where the pain is less. The newness is sharp and the wake of it throbs through his body, intensifying the vibration. He can feel it all the way in his teeth.
“One,” Steve says, voice wavering.
Crack. Steve gasps. Pressure builds at the base of his gut, forcing his breath to come out in shallow bursts to keep from coming. “Two.”
“One more. You can do it.” Tony slams the belt against Steve’s ass one more time.
Steve’s body is strung tight like a bow. He lets out a small, broken half-sob. Every dry retort he could make falls dead on his lips, replaced by, “Please, Tony–”
The belt clatters to the ground. Steve can feel Tony slot himself behind him. Fully clothed. Hands massaging the welts of Steve’s ass. Breath hot on the back of his neck. Grinding against him, pushing the plug further inside.
“Go ahead,” Tony whispers.
Steve fucks himself against the plank two more times and comes hard, hot all over his abdomen and the plank, pulling at the restraints until the wood begins to splinter. Tony grips his hips, bites his shoulder, digs his nails in. Steve sees stars behind his eyes and nearly blacks out.
Everything is a blur as Tony leaves for a minute, returns and unlatches the cuffs. Steve falls back, but iron arms catch him.
As he guides Steve up to the bedroom, he says, “I may have underestimated the utility of leather belts.”
others: captain america // hawkeye // the hulk // scarlet witch
me during any movie with captain america: god bless every single person who continues to outfit chris evans in attire that is wildly smaller than his actual size. you are all perfect little cogs in the unstoppable machine of my sexual frustration.
Employer: So what would you say are your strengths?
Me: I can list every movie Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan have ever been in
Employer:
Me:
Employer:
Me: In alphabetical order?
i am a ghost to everyone i know
Captain America: Civil War // Captain America: White 004
steve/sam + hamilton (x)
I love how Chris Evans’s Con aesthetic has evolved from a kind of “fashion-trendy” cardigan to a more “come sit on grandpa’s lap so he can give you a butterscotch candy” cardigan.
I look around and you know what I see? Losers! I mean like, folks who have lost stuff. — Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)
okay so I'm just chillin on tumblr and I come across your blog, killer url and i'm diggin it, looking forward to getting my bucky/cap fix; because I'm an addict and I have no self control and then I see a gif of bucky falling and caps heart breaking. How dare you, I came here for a good time and now i'm going to cry
Holy shit, thank you so much! This was such a nice message to see today! I’m sorry to make you cry but I’m honestly just so DEEPLY surprised that anyone even understood my URL because when I first came up with it, my friend told me she didn’t get it and I’ve been self conscious about it ever since haha. That said, THANK YOU SO MUCH FRIEND! (And also, this is unrelated but I feel like I should put it on record that I actually am following you. This is my sideblog but I follow as habitatfordeanwinchester!)