Chris or steve rogers talk to their future baby’s future while his preg wife, reader was tucked to sleep
Since the prompts were meant to be fluffy fall/halloween prompts, I had to spin this a little to make it work, but I hope you like it nonny.
Title: Late Night Convos
Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader
Rating: PG
Warnings: pregnancy
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The bedroom was dark when Steve came in and quietly got ready for bed.
You'd gone to bed hours ago and were seemingly sound asleep or as soundly as you could be at 7 months pregnant.
Climbing into bed, Steve laid his head back and stared up at the ceiling, still not tired enough to sleep.
Reaching over, he placed his hand on your swollen stomach and smiled when the baby kicked at his hand. He or she was clearly awake for a conversation.
"Steve," you mumbled in your sleep.
"Sorry," he said, guilty.
"S'ok," you replied, moving your hand so it was on top of his. "You can talk to the baby."
"I'll be quiet," he promised. Then he pushed the blankets aside and repositioned himself so his head was by your belly.
He spoke so softly and so closely to your belly that while you couldn't hear what he was saying, you could feel the vibrations on your skin.
You strained you ears to make out the conversation but only heard the word 'pumpkin'.
"What are you talking about?" you asked.
"We're discussing future Halloween costumes," Steve replied. "I promised to not let you dress our baby up like a pumpkin."
"What? Why?"
"Why were we discussing Halloween costumes or why not a pumpkin?" Steve asked. He kissed your belly and then returned to the top of the bed.
"Both?" you asked, tired and confused.
"Because your belly reminded me of a pumpkin and everyone dresses their babies as pumpkins," Steve replied with a shrug.
You blinked at him, unsure how to even respond to that.
"Go back to sleep," Steve said with a smile. "And if you really want to dress the baby as a pumpkin, I won't stop you."
Can I request either Ari or Chris jealousy prompt “do you ever ask why I get this way? Maybe it’s because - y’know what, never mind”
Hey nonny! Thanks for this fantastic prompt! I wrote most of this the other day and I had another ending in mind.. but it just wasn't working with me... but oh well.
This Memorial Day weekend, I’m accepting prompts. The information (and links to stories written for it) are in this post.
Title: Secrets of the Heart
Pairing: Ari Levinson x female reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language
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Women love Ari.
Ari loves women.
You love Ari.
Ari loves you like a best friend.
You sigh into your drink as another woman stops Ari on his way back to your table. You avert your eyes, not wanting to see the same routine they all do when they see him in a bar.
She’ll touch his arm.
He’ll flex his biceps.
She’ll giggle and coo over his “big strong muscles”.
He’ll give her a panty melting smile.
She’ll give him her number.
He’ll pocket the number and promise to call her.
She’ll go back to her friends, who will all giggle and steal glances at him.
He’ll come back to your table and drop into his seat like nothing has happened.
“What’s that face about?” he asks, picking up his beer and taking a swig of it.
“Just thinking,” you lie as you adjust your expression. He doesn’t know you’re in love with him and it’s better that way. Afterall, you are the opposite of his type, judging by the women he’s gone out with.
“Sounds serious,” he says, leaning forward. Then, because he doesn’t have a serious bone in his body, adds, “Tell Ari what’s troubling you.”
“I’m on my period and I have cramps,” you say, knowing that will make him uncomfortable. “So I’ve decided to go home.”
He cringes at the womanly stuff, but his expression turns to a frown when you say you’re leaving. “You haven’t finished your beer,” he says.
“I don’t need the calories,” you state as you stand up. “I ordered an Uber so you can stay and -” You motion in the general direction of the woman he was flirting with. “- do whatever.”
You don’t wait for him to respond as you cross the bar as quickly as you can. You have no intention on going straight home, instead, you plan to walk the two blocks to the ice cream parlor where you’ll get your favorite ice cream and eat it while you wait for the Uber to pick you up.
It’s still early in the evening, so you aren’t alone on the street as you walk to your next destination lost in thought. You know breaking ties with Ari would make your life a little easier, but the thought of not having him in your life is more heartbreaking than watching him flirt with nameless women in front of you.
You’re waiting for the light to change around the corner from the ice cream shop when an all to familiar voice says, “I thought you said you ordered an Uber.”
Spinning around, you stare at Ari in shock. “What are you doing here?”
“Trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you,” he counters, pulling you out of the way as another group of people walk past.
One of the women in the group stops and looks at his hand on your arm before looking at you. “Are you ok?” she asks.
Ari smartly let’s go and takes a step back, but you nod and assure the woman that you’re fine.
She glares at him and then takes his picture of the two of you with her phone. “Just in case,” she says then she walks away.
Ari curses under his breath before turning to you. “Why are you acting like this?” he asks, his tone calmer, likely to avoid anyone else stopping.
“Why are you following me?” you counter. “I told you I was leaving so you could go home with that wannabe model.”
Ari lets out a satisfied noise. “And there it is,” he says in a sarcastic tone. “The real reason you left the bar.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” you demand.
“You always do this,” he says, throwing his hands up. “It’s Thursday, our night. Yeah, I flirted with her, but I wasn’t going to ditch you for her. I don’t even know her.”
You roll your eyes. Not knowing a woman has never stopped him from taking her home.
“You know what, fine,” Ari says. “Leave. Go home. I’ll see you later.”
“Do you ever ask why I get this way?” you call after his retreating back, the words coming out of your mouth before you can stop them.
He pauses and turns to look at you, his face unreadable.
“Maybe it’s because -” His eyes roll, obviously expecting another dumb excuse and you get control of your tongue. “- y’know what, never mind, fuck you, Ari Levinson.”
Taking advantage of the green light, you race across the street, embarrassed that you almost spilled your secret to that asshole.
A series of honks makes you turn and you see Ari running across the street, traffic lights be damned.
“Because why, damn it?” he demands once he reaches you. “I fucking need to know.”
“Ari, please, don’t,” you beg softly. “I -”
“Because I can tell you why I go home with those wannabe models,” he says. “Because I can’t be with the one person I want to be with.” He tilts your chin so he can look you in the eye. “You.”
Your heart skips a beat as you stare at him. “What?” Your brain is too stunned to say anything more.
“It’s always been you,” he says. “Just you. Perfect you.”
“But I’m not your type,” you state.
“You are my type,” he argues. “I only date the wannabes because they don’t look like you, don’t act like you… because they aren’t you. If I can’t have you, I don’t want a substitute. For the longest time, I’ve just been your best friend and I accepted that fact. But I want more, I need more. I want you, all of you.”
“You do?”
“I do,” he whispers. “But the question now is, do you?”
“Yes,” you say, on the verge of tears. “Ari, yes, always.”
“Thank fuck,” he says before he pushes you up against the brick wall of the closest building and kisses you, ignoring the cat calls and the ‘get a room’ comments from people passing you on the street.
That first kiss is better than you ever imagined it would be. The second kiss is even better than the first.
Pulling away, Ari rests his forehead against yours and says, “How about we get some ice cream then go back to your place. I think the rest of this conversation would be better in private.”
"Yes," you reply, looking down at your hand that clasped in his. "Ari."
His eyes meet yours in question.
"I love you," you say, needing him to know the full extent of your feelings for him.
For the Halloween request: Frank or Andy taking their young son trick or treating and their son gets scared and runs to them for comfort
Hey Nonny! Thanks for this prompt. Is this prompt based on that viral video going around of the adorable dinosaur who gets scared trick or treating? I hope so because it's adorable!
In case you missed it, I made a post yesterday asking people to send me fluffy, sweet halloween/autumn prompts.
Title: Cowardly Lion
Pairing: Andy Barber x female reader
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
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The Wizard of Oz was the theme you'd chosen for yourself, Andy, your two kids and the family dog.
You were dressed as Dorthy, Andy was the Scarecrow, your five-year-old daughter was Toto, your two-year-old son was the Cowardly Lion, and the family dog was the Tinman.
The five of you were met with adorable 'awws' and 'how adorable' comments as you tricked or treated around your neighborhood.
"Why can't we go by ourselves?" your daughter asked, after a few houses. "All the big kids are."
"We can wait here if you'd like," you said to her. "Take your brother with you."
"Come on, bubba," your daughter said, taking her brother's hand.
They were only halfway to the front door, when one of the yard decorations howled and both kids started. Your daughter blinked at it, but your son pulled his hand out of hers and ran back crying.
Andy handed you the dog's leash and hurried to the little boy, scooping him up and cuddling him to his chest. "It's ok," he assured the little boy.
"Is he ok?" the homeowner called in concern.
Looking over, you saw that your daughter had made it to the front door to get candy.
"Just got spooked," you called back. "He'll be ok."
Your daughter skipped back to where you were waiting with a couple pieces of candy in her hand. "The lady this is for bubba," she reported.
Andy squatted down so your daughter could give her brother his candy.
After that house, however, your son refused to go to the door of any houses that had decorations in the yard, not even Andy offering to carry him past them could convince them that it was safe.
"Bad, scary monsters," the little boy said, shaking his head.
"Guess we chose the right costume for him," you said to Andy, making him chuckle.
I can always tell when I've been reading something smexy... because well it gets my muse riled up haha. So here is a little drabble for y'all using a prompt from @the-slumberparty for their May event.
Title: Nighttime Play
Pairing: Ari Levinson x female reader
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: voyeurism, semi-graphic sex
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It was still dark outside when Ari found himself roused from his sleep.
He fought against whatever had woken him, refusing to give in, but something wasn’t right.
Forcing his eyes open, he glanced at the clock on his bedside table and mentally groaned when he saw it was just after two in the morning.
Not wanting to wake you by getting out of bed, he focused his attention on the world around him, trying to figure out what had pulled him from his own slumber.
Then he heard it.
Not the deep, even breathing that he was used to coming from your side of the bed, but a stuttered, shallow breathing that reminded him of other activities that took place in your bed.
Glancing at your side of the bed, he made out the pile of blankets that you had clearly pushed away from you. Annoyingly, it had created a small wall between himself and you, specifically what you were doing to yourself.
Very aware that you could sometimes lose yourself in your desire, Ari pretended to shift in his sleep to see if you were aware of him or not. When you didn’t react, he knew you were gone.
Slowly, he edged the blankets out of the way until he could see your side of the bed. Your head was tipped back over your pillow, and you had one hand in your panties while the other caressed one of your breasts with your nightshirt tucked under your chin.
He grew hard as he watched you touch yourself, but he waited.
When he’d gone to sleep around eleven, you had been reading a book on your phone. A spicy one, you’d told him, when he’d asked about it.
From the glow on the clock on your side of the bed, he saw that your phone wasn’t on the charger, which likely meant that this had all started from whatever had been in that spicy book of yours.
As he waited, his hand drifted under the blankets and he touched himself, noticing almost immediately how the blankets moved with him. Was that why you had pushed the blankets back? To not disturb him?
Then he saw your hand leave your breast and he watched you pull your shirt to your mouth then bite down on it as your body shook as you came, your cries muffled by the fabric.
“We both know you can be louder than that,” he said into the dark.
Your body stiffened, but you didn’t say anything as you rode through the aftershocks of your orgasm.
While you came down, he pushed the blankets out of the way and scooted over to your side of the bed. Then he pulled the shirt from your mouth, letting it fall back onto your chest.
“Ari,” you whispered, your voice husky from your activities.
“Babe,” he replied, grinning down at you. “Enjoying yourself?”
“I- uh,” you stammered, gesturing to the general location of your phone. “Reading.”
Ari snickered then leaned down to kiss you. “You could have woken me up, you know,” he said as he placed a large hand on your torso. “I could have lent a helping hand or two.”
“You were sleeping so soundly,” you replied. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“I’m not asleep anymore…”
Reaching up, you pulled his face back towards yours and kissed him.
You didn’t often feel the need to get yourself off after you finished a book, but the one tonight had been jammed packed with hot, titillating sex scenes that had left you desperate for release before you could even consider falling asleep.
Your solo play had contained the fire, but now Ari was fanning the flames again.
“On your back,” you ordered, pushing against his chest. “I want to ride you.”
He complied and rolled onto his back, his dick standing tall and proud.
“Just how long were you watching?” You asked, arching a brow at him. You knew he was always game for just about anything and quick to respond to your touch, but he’d never been that hard just from a few kisses.
“A while,” he admitted as he casually tucked one hand behind his head. “Couldn’t help myself.”
“Neither could I,” you replied as you positioned yourself over him. Reaching down, you wrapped your hand around his member and lowered yourself down onto him.
“Fuck, babe,” he groaned once he was fully inside of you. “Fuck.”
Placing your hands on his well-defined abdomen, you rocked yourself against him, adding a side to side motion every now and then to really drive him wild.
He let you pretend you were in control but you could tell his patience was wearing thin, you could see it in the tension in his arm tucked behind his head. He was biding his time, but he’d soon take control back, just like you wanted him to.
He lasted another thirty seconds before he snapped as he sat up abruptly.
“Get on your fucking knees,” he ordered. “Now.”
Thrilled, you scrambled off of him and onto your knees, bracing yourself with what was coming next.
He didn’t give you any warning before he plowed into you from behind. You lurched forward, but then his hands found your hips and his fingertips dug into the soft flesh there as he pulled back then slammed back in.
You cried out his name and curse words as he fucked you and soon it was all over. He slammed into you and you felt him jerk behind you as he came deep within you.
His release triggered yours and you shook as you came, your arms collapsing from exhaustion.
He stayed in you for a little longer before he pulled out and let your lower body fall to the bed before he collapsed next to you in the wadded up blankets.
The two of you laid there for several minutes, recovering, before he nudged you. “Time to clean up and pee,” he said.
You groaned, despite knowing you needed to.
“If I could pee for you, I would,” he said. “But I can’t.”
You forced yourself up and followed him to the bathroom. You did your business while he cleaned himself up. Then the two of you got back in bed and he curled himself around you.
What's this? A drabble? 🤯 And it's a real drabble this time... exactly 100 words!
I saw a post by @justagirlinafandomworld for the Flash Fiction Challenge 5 and since it was Christmas songs (and we all know I love those to an unhealthy level), I decided to give it a whirl.
The song I was assigned was 'O Holy Night' specifically the Mariah Carey version. I had one idea and then when I was in the shower, I got this idea and I loved it so much that I went with it. Took me about 20 minutes to get the perfect combination of 100 words but it's the first thing I've successfully written in ages.
This one is a short and sweet Cole Turner (Ghosted) drabble.
Title: Not a Typical Wedding
Pairing: Cole Turner x reader
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
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O’Holy Night is not your typical wedding song.
But this isn’t a typical wedding.
There’s no white dress; it’s too muddy.
There’s no flowers; just a baby pine tree waiting to be planted.
Your groom is a small-town farmer.
His parents and sister are the only witnesses.
Vows are said.
Rings are exchanged.
A kiss seals the deal.
Then you and Cole plant the tree in the empty field, the start of a dream of running a Christmas tree farm.
It’s the end to your very own whirlwind holiday romance and the beginning of a lifetime making memories with Cole.
It's week one over at @the-slumberparty and this is my submission for the "I Spy Challenge". I went back and forth between writing this for Ari Levinson or Andy Barber and I decided at the last minute to make it for Andy... mostly because I've already written something for Ari for the sleepover.
Title: What Women Want
Pairing: Andy Barber x female reader
Rating: PG
Warnings: n/a
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It's a Tuesday night, which means you and your best friend, Andy, are hanging out in your apartment watching hockey.
With the game in an intermission, you are looking at your phone while Andy listens to the intermission report.
"What do women even want for Valentine's Day?" he asks.
Confused, you look up at him, but then you hear the end of the jewelry commercial that you assume prompted his question.
"Are you looking to buy a woman a gift?" you ask, hesitantly. You don't think he's seeing someone, but you suppose it's possible. You learned early in your friendship with Andy that he was a one-and-done with sexual partners and it was easier to not even ask about it.
He gives an 'are you serious' look.
"You're the one who asked a loaded question," you reply, defensively. You refuse to admit, even to yourself, that you had been worried by the idea that he might be seeing someone. You're just best friends. It's all you'll ever be.
The game comes back from intermission, temporarily distracting you both from the conversation, much to your relief.
Andy is an amazing best friend. He is caring and he is the best gift giver, in your opinion. You've never gotten a bad gift from him. Whether it's Christmas or your birthday, the gifts he's given you have always felt personal and well thought out. There have even been times he's given you a gift that you didn't know you needed or wanted.
As the game goes to commercial, you say, "Women want to feel appreciated and loved."
Andy turns his face towards you, giving you his full attention.
"Flowers, chocolates and whatever are nice," you say. "But it's the thought behind them. Was the bouquet just a random one from the store or are they her favorite flowers? Is the chocolate just the cheapest one or her favorites?"
He rubs his chin as he considers your answer and then nods his head. "Makes sense," he says.
The game comes back and the conversation is dropped.
You think nothing of it until you get home from work on Valentine's Day and find a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a bar of your favorite expensive chocolate sitting on your coffee table. You know it doesn't mean anything behind a friendly gesture because it's Andy, but as you smell the flowers, you let yourself dream, for a nanosecond, that it does mean more.
Here's a fun, silly little drabble for the July event at @the-slumberparty. The prompts I used in a round about way are cabin getaway, sitting by the fireplace and cuddling for warmth.
Title: Sunrise Skinny Dipping
Pairing: Ari Levinson x female reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language
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You let out a breath as you watched the sun come up from behind the mountains across the lake from where you and your boyfriend, Ari, stood.
He'd convinced you to get up early this morning to watch the sunrise, promising to make you breakfast afterwards.
"It's beautiful," you said in awe.
"Told you it was worth it," he teased. "Time to undress."
"What do you mean, undress?" you asked in shock. Turning, you found him sitting on a large rock, pulling off his boots. "Ari, what are you doing?"
"Undressing," he stated as he shoved his socks into his shoes. "We're going for a swim."
"No we are not," you retorted. "The water is fucking freezing in the afternoon! I am not going in there now!"
"It's better than coffee," he said as he stood up and pulled off his sweatshirt. "It's invigorating."
"It's insane," you countered as he continued to strip his clothes off.
"Where's your sense of adventure?" he teased as he dropped his shirt on top of the rock.
"Back home in bed," you said, stubbornly.
"If you come with me now, I won't make you go fishing with me later," he said, standing in front of you in just his jeans. "You can stay inside where it's cool or hang out in the hammock all afternoon. I'll fish by myself, clean it and cook it. You won't have to lift a finger until dinner time."
"And if I don't swim with you?" you asked, afraid of the answer.
"You'll learn how to bait your own hook, take the fish off, clean it and gut it," he replied with a sly grin.
You shuddered at just the thought of the worms and glared at him. "Fine, I'll swim with you, but you're making me breakfast in bed tomorrow with fresh orange juice," you told him.
Ari held out his hand and you shook it.
"Time to get naked!" he declared as he undid his jeans with a flourish.
"Shh!" you hissed, looking around.
"No one else is out here," he stated before he dropped his jeans and boxers and threw them onto the rock.
You sucked in a breath as you let your eyes linger over his chiseled body. He wasn't quite Greek God status, but it was close.
"Need some help over there?" he teased as he pulled his shoulder length hair up into a bun.
"I've got it," you assured him.
Stepping over to his rock, you took off your shoes and socks. Then you took off your clothes and set them next to his.
"Let's get this over with," you said, your teeth chattering.
He held out his hand and you grabbed it, cuddling against his arm for warmth.
"It's not that cold," he teased. "The water will be much worse."
"That's not reassuring!" you exclaimed.
"It wasn't supposed to be," he said with a grin. "Can you walk in or do I need to carry you?"
"I don't trust you not to throw me in," you stated.
"It's the fastest way to get used to it," he pointed out. "But fine, we'll walk in together, ok?"
"Ok," you muttered.
He let out an excited 'yip' and then all but pulled you into the cold water as he ran.
The cold water was a shock to your senses as you found yourself first running into it and then diving under as it hit your thighs.
"HOLY FUCK!" you shouted after you came up for air a second later.
Ari came up a second later, looking shocked. "I didn't think it would be this fucking cold!"
"I fucking hate you," you told him as the two of you made your way to shore.
"That makes two of us," he replied, his teeth chattering.
The two of you dressed as quickly as possible and all but ran back to the cabin you were staying in for the week.
"I'll start a fire," Ari said, gesturing to the fireplace. "You get out of those wet clothes. We need to warm up a bit before we take showers."
Ten minutes later, the two of you were cuddled up on the couch under a heavy blanket.
"Well that was fun," Ari said and you rolled your eyes.
"You have a sick sense of fun," you told him.
"But that's why you love me," he replied with a grin.
Today is @nomadicpixel birthday and a few days ago I asked if there was something she'd like me to write her for birthday. Her answer was something hockey romance, with either Cole Turner, Andy Barber or Colin Shea. I had an idea immediately... but that one didn't work out... and I'd given up all hopes of actually being able to write something when this little scene popped into my head this afternoon. Enjoy!
Title: Smooth Hips Turner
Pairing: Cole Turner x female reader
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
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"Is that who I think it is?"
You barely heard your friend's question, but turned in the direction she was looking and found yourself locking eyes with the "who" in question.
Cole Turner.
You knew him as your younger brother's childhood best friend.
Everyone else in the bar knew him as Cole "Smooth Hips" Turner, the new free agent goalie for the local professional hockey team.
"Oh my god, he's coming this way!" your friend exclaimed.
As he made his way towards you, stopped nearly every foot by an excited patron, you tried to recall the last time you'd seen him. The only for sure meeting you could remember was his and your brother's high school graduation nearly twenty years ago. He'd been 18 at the time and you'd been 20.
The years had been good to him, you saw. 4 years in college hockey and 16 at the professional level had done him good. Gone was the lanky teenager who had helped your brother annoy you. In his place, was a rock solid man, with a full beard, perfectly tufted hair and a charming smile.
"Well I'll be damned," his voice declared as he finally reached the table. "I heard you lived here, but I didn't think I'd run into you on my first night in town."
"And here I was trying to avoid you," you teased as you stood up to give him a hug.
It wasn't until you turned to introduce Cole to your friend that you saw that she was gaping at the pair of you in shock.
"Hi, I'm Cole," he said, holding out his hand to her.
She just blinked at him.
"Sorry," you said, slightly embarrassed by her behavior. Sitting down, you snapped your fingers in front of her face and she blinked.
"Oh my god," she whispered. "You know Smooth Hips?"
Cole flushed at the nickname, but sat down at the table and said, "I grew up next door to her. Her brother is my best friend." Then he added, conspiratorially, "I had the biggest crush on her as a teenager."
"Wait what?" you said. "You didn't."
"I swear I did," he said, leaning back in his seat. "It's the only secret I've ever kept from your brother."
"Did you have a crush on him?" your friend asked. "Is that why you keep the magazine where he's basically naked in your bedside table?"
Cole let out a shocked laugh while you wanted to climb under the table and hide.
Instead, you glared at your friend and she just shrugged as if to say "paybacks a bitch" for not telling her about Cole in the first place.
"I like you," Cole said, pointing at your friend. Then he turned back to you. "I've been here a few times to play, obviously, but I've never really gotten to explore. Wanna show an old friend around and catch up?"
"She'd love to," your friend answered for you. Then she nudged you with her elbow. "Give him your phone number."
After giving Cole your number, he said goodbye and went to join his friends at another table.
"You're welcome," your friend said.
You raised an eyebrow.
"I just got you a date with the hottest guy in hockey," she stated then grinned. "And if you're lucky, maybe he'll show you in person how he does those stretches he posts about on his socials that you like watching so much."
You shoved your friend's shoulder while she cackled.
