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what your future spouse loves about your appearance

1. 2. 3.

Pile 1

Your future spouse loves your features So much that they can’t wait to see your beautiful features on your children. your future spouse loves that you don’t care what others think of you like you wear what you want and you feel happy doing it. someone here may work with animals. they love how you look so beautiful with little to none makeup your just a natural you may like to use non toxic or like natural beauty hacks. This person loves your curly or wavy hair. You have something unique to you and they love this they have never laid eyes on someone like you. They also love your height. Your future spouse loves the details in your face your face is just beautiful to them. There is something about a flower here idk if you have a flower tattoo or a piece of jewelry that’s a flower but they think this really cute. This person thinks you just glow you may look very pretty in nature or in the sunlight. You may dress modest or not show a lot of skin out in public and they like this. They also love the way you look in white. If you wear any type of jewelry or clothing relating to your religion or culture they think this is really beautiful as well.

Thank you for reading loves! 🤍

Pile 2

Your future spouse loves how cute and innocent you look they may take pictures of you and you hold up a thumps up or a peace sign and they think this is cute. They like your small facial features and your side profile is on point. They love your hair the way you style it or just even when you’re wearing it natural. someone here may have many ear piercings Or a belly piercing. This person really loves your “chest” if you’re a woman I’m hearing “perfect for my hands” They are making it known in this reading that they love your “chest” lol. This person really thinks your whole body is beautiful. This person thinks you look very nurturing and mothering. They love your soft features. They think you smell really good as well your sent may be very floral. Someone here may love cherry blossoms. You may wear your hair half up half down. I feel like this person thinks you’re just so perfect like they look at you and just think how did they get this way like they are so beautiful. They are very in wow when they look at you. This person is really going to love the way you look as a mom they are going to find you so attractive just doing mother things.

Thank you for reading loves! 🤍

Pile 3

They love your face when you smile or laugh you may even blush or get red but they think this is cute. I feel like they find your laugh very cute as well. This person likes the way you look in bright colors especially yellow or orange they think it fits your personality very well. This person sees you as happy and bright I feel like when you are happy so are they. You may be a lot smaller then your future spouse if your insecure about being short or skinner don’t be your future spouse thinks your beautiful like that. They love your tattoos if you have any. Im seeing a tattoo or birth mark on your back. You may look really innocent but your not like your an “angle in the street freak in the sheet” this person likes that they are the only ones that gets to see this side of you. You may love reading as well but the books you read aren’t about unicorns and rainbows lol. I feel like your face and eyes are very telling as well like they can tell what you’re thinking just by your face. this person finds you very juicy you just looks so good to them they just wanna take a bite out of you lol. You may dye your hair a lot like one day your hair is brown the next your blonde.

Thank you for reading loves! 🤍

For the challenge…

Alpha Mechanic Steve / Broken Down Car

Title: Spark Plugs

Pairing: Alpha!Mechanic Steve x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: FLUFF, Anxious Steeb, A/B/O dynamics, Brief non-descriptive smut but smut nonetheless

A/N: This is my entry for the wonderful @syntheticavenger‘s 5k follower challenge! (Congrats again, by the way❤️) I love, love, love this prompt, so thank you! I hope I get another one because this was so fun. get ready for tooth-rotting-fluff. 

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How it started: 

 Sunflowers. The scent blooms around him and Steve lifts his head so fast he bangs it on the undercarriage. He’s slid all the way underneath old man Fury’s buick, and all he can see are your ankles. 

They’re the prettiest goddamn ankles he’s ever seen.  

Another deep breath, and all he can smell are Omega and sunflowers and suddenly he’s dizzy, dropping the wrench loudly to the floor as he scrambles out from underneath the clunker he’s convinced not even he can fix. And then there you are—at first he can’t see you, silhouetted by the bright sun shining through the open garage door behind you, your curly hair set aflame by its rays. 

 He wipes the back of his hand through the sweat on his forehead. “Can I help you?” 

 “H-hi.” Your voice is so small he almost doesn’t hear you. “I, um, my car…” You step forward a little, and the first thing Steve thinks—when he can think—is by God, I’m gonna marry that girl. He sits up too fast again, and bangs his forehead on the open door. It’s while you’re dabbing up the blood with a damp cloth, your tongue poked out between your lips as you concentrate, that Steve decides he’s going to call up Bucky’s mother and ask her for the ring his own mother gave her for safekeeping. 

 He’s leaned against the tool bench, watching as you dip the cloth into the bowl of warm water, wringing it out before bringing it back to the gash on his forehead. “I’m sorry. You came here for me to fix your car, and you end up fixing me instead.” 

 You laugh, and it’s like bells. Beautiful and soft and light. “Do I get a discount, now?” You joke shyly, that little pink tongue darting out to wet your lips.

 Steve chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. “That depends.”

 “On what?”

 “Whether you’ll go to dinner with me or not.” 

How it’s going:

 “It’s okay, man, you’ve got this.” Sam claps him on the back, and Steve swallows nervously, looking up at his friend. “Seriously man, it’s beautiful.” 

 Steve turns the ring over in his fingers. “What if she doesn’t like it? What if she says no?” The only thing he wants to see more than this ring on her finger is his mark on her throat, and suddenly he’s not sure if she wants either. Bucky scoffs at his uncertainty. 

 “Stop stalling, I think Natasha’s starting to get a cramp.” He jerks his chin up at the other Alpha, who is currently waving urgently for Steve to come up while the moment was right. You were sufficiently distracted by the sun setting over the majestic mountains, and Steve had slipped away to prepare. If he waited much longer, though, the perfect moment he’d been waiting for would pass, and the trip would be wasted. 

 He hurries over to the steps to join you on the observation deck. You’re always so aware of him—like you could find him in a crowd of a million people with a blindfold on, he just knows it. You turn and see him instantly, and Steve thanks whatever forces are watching that he’s stowed the ring safely in his pocket. 

 “There you are. I was wondering when you were going to come look at this with me,” You say softly, gesturing at the magnificent view. Steve tries to calm his racing heart.

 “I’m sorry. I was, uh, busy.” Your eyebrow quirks. 

 “Busy?” You frowned a little. “But you asked to come here.” 

 “I had to help Sam with something.” This is not going well. “But it’s all taken care of now.” 

 “Oh. Well, you’re here now. Do you want to take some pictures?” You ask, brandishing the camera on the strap around your neck as you beam up at him. “It’s the golden hour.” You joke, snapping a picture of Steve’s carefully composed casual expression. He backs up against the railing, his sweaty palms almost slipping on the metal. You’re so beautiful in your little white sundress, and of course you’re wearing the locket he gave you, the one with the goofy picture the two of you took at the mall. 

 “Do you love me?” He asks suddenly, and you stop in the middle of taking another picture. 

 “What? Steve, of course.” 

 “And you want to be with me, right?” 

 “Of course! Steve what’s going on? You’ve been acting weird all night.” You lower the camera, your gaze concerned. Steve catches sight of Natasha, standing innocuously in the crowd, her cellphone raised as she records. She gives Steve a thumbs up, which only serves to make him more nervous. 

 “I, um.” He clears his throat and drops down to one wobbly knee. “Goddammit, I want you to marry me, doll.” He gropes for the ring in his pocket, and for a panicked second he doesn’t feel it, until his fingers brush cool metal. He pulls it out with trembling fingers, almost dropping it. He licks his dry lips as he looks up into your shocked face. “Sugar?”

 And then you tackle him. 

 It almost sends both of you and the ring flying over the edge of the observation deck and into the trees below, but Steve catches you breathlessly. It takes his brain a moment to sort through the adrenaline of the moment, and then he can finally make out what you’re saying—

 “Of course I’ll marry you—love you so much—thought you’d never ask—” All between peppering his face with soft kisses, your own cheeks wet with happy tears. 

 You barely make it back to the room before he’s tearing at your clothes, his mouth hot on your throat as he feverishly slips the sundress from your body. When his hand dips between the soft flesh of your breasts after kissing you breathless, he finds you wet already. 

 He lowers your mewling form to the bed, and when he slides inside you, he whispers that he loves you. How much he’s always loved you, right from the beginning. “Dammit, knew you were made for me, sugar.” 

 You’re a sloppy, panting mess on his knot by the end of it, blissed out and yet still reaching for him as he pulls you flush against his chest. His teeth rasp over your skin, and there’s no hesitation when you tip your head submissively to the side, and let them slide into your flesh. You whine and clench around him again—he’s lost count of how many times he’s made you fall apart tonight—and he spills into you again, his knot throbbing inside you. 

 The two of you are panting in the dark and Steve treasures the sight of your face, illuminated by the moon. “Do you like your ring?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

 “I love it.” 

 “Good. I can tell Sam to return the others,” He breaths, his chest unknotting. 

 “Others?” You pull away to stare at him. “Steve, how many rings did you buy?” 

 “…Four?” 

 Fin

what 141's military personnel file looks like

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NOTE: NOT CANON! most of the information is based off of the wiki/my medical file post

summary: So what exactly were in those dossiers Price gave to Laswell at the end of MW 2019? Here's a look into those, along with some reminders/sticky notes. Answering this ask :)

template if you’d like to try it out!

ALSO! the ages were such a headache this post did a great job explaining how confusing the wiki/some statements are so please check it out

warnings: medical inaccuracies, mention of wounds/wound care, mentions of depression, medical terminology

a/n: these came out better than i thought! also 2004 was such a bad year for Price and Ghost

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thigh riding with ari 😩🤪😌

Mild NSFW thots below feat DBF Ari

Pairing: DBF Ari x Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, beefy Ari, choking (reader choking Ari), age gap

Word count: Drabble

"Shh bunny." There's a mocking lilt to his deep voice and it sends a shiver down your spine. "What did I say?"

He pushes your hips over his large thigh, a thick ridge of warm, solid muscle rolls over your swollen, pulsating clit making you cry out. It feels so good, your pussy sliding up and down in a frantic rhythm, guided by his firm hand, pleasure billowing around you with every filthy thrust of your hips.

Ari stares expectantly at you, his large hand cradling your chin in a firm hold. Mirth darkens his blue eyes, ensnaring you in their smokey depths.

"What did I say?" Ari repeats, his voice low and dark, his thigh tensing under you.

It's hard to think with all the heady, sultry sensations crashing inside you.

Fuckfuckfuck. You can't remember.

Ari raises a brow, a smirk tugs his full lips upward. "Cmon bunny. Think. You can still think can't you?" His condescending tone settles around you, warmth pooling in your already heated core.

He pulls your face towards him, his lips brushing over your parted mouth, inhaling your soft, needy gasps. "What do you want?"

You whimper as he jolts his leg, his ridge muscles striking your clit with a wet slap. "I want you-your cock," you say in a rush, words slurring. "Please I want it so bad."

You want him inside you so bad you ache, the thought of him stretching around his massive cock is enough to push you closer to the edge.

"Please," you beg, your eyes darting to h his cock, its hard and throbbing, the swollen tip leaking beads of precum, your mouth waters at the sight. "Please I-"

Ari scoffs, forcing your face back to his. "You can barely handle my thigh. How are you going to take my cock?" He asks, shaking your head back and forth. "I'd split that pretty little pussy in two in a few strokes."

Your eyes widen and you both feel your pussy pulse. "Oh you want that Bunny. You want me to fuck you so hard you feel me inside that greedy cunt all week." It's not a question, an unreadable expression flashes across his face as he lets your chin go.

He places his hands behind his head, shrugging his broad shoulders in a lackadaisical gesture. "You want my cock, use my thigh to show me how you'd ride me."

There's a challenge in his voice that draws your eyes up to his.

Oh.

He really believes you can't handle him. He's going to make you work for it.

You glance back at his cock and then at his bearded face. "Okay," you acquiesce softly, "I'll show you exactly how I'll take your cock."

You wrap both your hands around his neck and grind on him, your slick easing your moments as you work yourself over his thigh.

Ari's aroused smirk emboldens you and you apply more and more pressure as you chase your high, your pace increasing until your growing moans drown out the wet schlick sounds of your cunt echoing in his ears.

"Good girl," his raspy praise spills out as your orgasm slams into you. "But I'm still not convinced. Ride my face next and then maybe I'll let you have my cock."

We will not be girlrotting in April. We will be girlblooming girlburgeoning girlflourishing

In the middle of the night, CS55

requested yes / no

summary — you look so pretty sleeping and he really needs you, especially when you’re wearing his favorite nightgown, thankfully for him you don’t exactly have to be awake in order for him to have you.

warnings — pure filth, somnophilia, dom!carlos, choking, crying, begging, reader gets called little girl, size kink, p n v, unprotected sex, mentions of cockwarming, face slapping, overstimulation, orgasm denial. Kinda 0/100 quickly but just ignore that, proofread but maybe some small errors.

All day carlos had been frustrated and angry. Qualifying didn’t go as planned and of course something was wrong with the car, which made him end up in p15, and to make matters worse it was his home race. So of course, he was left angry and frustrated as he got out of his car.

He didn’t bother greeting anyone or say anything, was too afraid he would explode and say anything out of line. So he simply ignored them. Just walked to his motohome and got changed to head home for the day.

As he was gathering his things his manager had walked into the room, arms filled and heavy with paperwork. The once gone frustration he’d felt came back as he looked at her with an knowing glare.

“You need to do media before you leave” she simply told him, already holding the door open for him to leave. He scoffed, shaking his head while exiting the room to do media duties.

As usual media duties were something he wasn’t exactly too fond of, and if he heard someone say they were sorry he ended up in pt15 and they were expecting more from him he was going to explode. But thankfully he only had to answer a few more questions before he was allowed to go home.

Carlos walked through the door quietly, half wanting to surprise you and half needing a breather after his hectic day. He took his shoes off, set his bag down beside the door before wandering into the living room where he saw the tv still on, figuring you were still watching it as your favorite show on playing.

But as he peaked over the back of the couch, he saw your tiny frame sound asleep and cuddled up with a bear he’d given you for your anniversary. He nearly groaned seeing your state, so peacefully sleeping, chest heaving up and down, pink plum lips on display that practiced begged him to kiss and bit on.

Fuck he needed you.

He walked around the couch and gently sat down beside your sleeping frame, “amor” he gently shook your arm in attempt to wake you up. “I’m home” to his avail you didn’t wake up, nor did you move a inch.

Now he was painfully suffering and him carefully lifting up your covers to see you were wearing his favorite white nightgown to see, didn’t exactly help his case as he felt his cock twitch underneath his sweatpants.

“Fuck” he muttered underneath his breath. Breath picking up as he stroked his cock through his sweatpants. He needed you so badly.

“Y/n” he sternly called out your name in hopes it would you up this time, but it didn’t. For a brief moment he closed his eyes, jaw clenching up, hand tightening up around his cock that was still clothed up.

He felt shame wash over him as he tugged the covers off your body and threw them to the floor. He let his hands rub all over your body, before lifting up your nightgown to reveal your ass and cunt on display for you. You hadn’t worn panties to sleep.

“Fuck, love, wake up” his voice was deep and raspy as he begged for you to wake up, but you were too deep in a sleep to even hear or feel the weight of his hand rubbing every inch of your exposed skin.

He tugged your nightgown up more to free your breast, the coldness in the room making them hard immediately as he exposed them. His hand ran over the nipple lightly tugging at it, before cupping it in the palm of his hand.

Retreating his hand, he lifted up his hips to get rid of his sweatpants. His hardened cock hit his abdomen. “Fuck” he jerked himself off a bit before picking up your leg to wrap around his waist. He ran his cock over your folds before slowly passing himself into your cunt.

He grunted in relief keeping himself still for a brief moment before he started moving his hips in and out of your cunt. He started slow, taking his time not wanting you wake up. And letting him get used to the feeling of your warm walls clenching around his cock. He let his head fall back light moans and grunts leaving his lips.

But soon, the frustrations and anger he felt from earlier came back to him, making him grab onto your hips harshly as his slow pace turned fast and rough. He didn’t care now if you woke up, he was in too deep.

His large hand cupped your breast fingers pitching the bub roughy enough to stir you awake, “c-carlos” even hearing his name roll off your tongue he didn’t stop his movements. Only enjoyed the sight of you already moaning and hand grabbing at the couch.

“Now you’re awake, huh” your head felt dizzy and dumbfounded, “tried to wake you up” he grabbed at your jaw turning your head back towards him.

The sight alone made him nearly cum undone as he saw the lazy haze in your eyes and mouth hung open in confusion. “Looked so pretty sleeping in my favorite nightgown” he lightly slapped at your face to make you open up your eyes. “Tell me, did you wear this for me tonight?”

His another hand rubbed circles causing you to gasp, “oh, fuck, yes i did” you spat the words out before you could resister them.

He darkly chuckled, “mm, good little girl. Looked so cute and tiny”

You felt your stomach tighten up, legs started to shake. “Fuck, am gonna cum” he wrapped his hand around your throat tightly, lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

“Not allowed to cum yet, love. We just started” you felt tears Weil up in the corner of your eyes. Carlos stopped his movements for a second to reposition himself so you laid down on the couch, him hovering above you. He wrapped your legs around his waist as he continued on with his brutal thrust.

The feeling of his cock brushing against your clit as he thrusted in and out of your cunt made your throw your head back, hands scratching at his back. “Please, please. Let me cum” you begged, tears now flowing down your cheeks.

he slapped at your breast, “hold it” he simply said, ignoring your cries and begs.

It was almost painful as your legs shook and body squirmed around. “Please” you weakly asked, choking out moans.

“You look so cute like this tho” it almost like Carlos took an photo of your ruined body in his head. “So gorgeous, and fucking ruined. Bet you don’t even care that I fucked you in your sleep huh” he landed an slap to your upper thigh.

Choking out answer, “n-no, it hurts, please”

“Go ahead and cum, little girl” he finally allowed.

Eyes rolling back, your body shook violently as you reached your climax. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” those were the words you could only repeat.

Carlos grumbled seeing the sight underneath him. “Look so fucking ruined” he mumbled out, grabbing at your hands and pinning them above your head.

Your body felt on fire and weak. Uncontrollable moans and screams left your mouth as you felt him start to rub circles on your clit again. “No, too much, please” you begged, which only made him laugh.

He leaned down foreheads brushing against each other, “you can handle it” you truly couldn’t.

“Can’t please” your begging only earned you another slap to your wet cunt.

“Mm, you can and you will” on command, you felt your stomach twist and legs starting to shake again, it felt painful. “See look at you, can handle it”

“Fuck, fuck, please” you sobbed out, fist clenching up. Mouth hunched open You saw white as you came again.

Carlos grunted as he reached his climax cum painting your walls. Your body still shook underneath him making him crackle, while laying his hand gentle against your cheek thumb drawing soft circles. “see you could handle it, sweetheart” he softly said now, voice changing drastically from earlier.

You sniffed, arms wrapping his neck to tug him down. “Was too much” you weakly said. Holding him close as possible.

“Saying it was too much, but your still letting me stay inside you?” He smugly said placing soft kisses to your neck. “I think you quite liked it” he made himself comfortable on top of you, making you whine as you felt his cock move again inside you.

“Because if you didn’t, you would have stopped me and you wouldn’t let me still be inside you. Now get some rest”

Grain of Truth  - part six

*disclaimer: the picture used in the banner is no indication for how the Reader looks, it only serves the vibe of the story, it’s not a description

Soft!Dark Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader

Summary: You’re content with your quiet, peaceful life, but it suddenly becomes dangrously intense when an alpha, Steve Rogers, forces himself into it. You never believed nor seeked out the old fairytales of true mates, but Steve will make you admit there’s a grain of truth in every fairytale.

Warnings for this chapter: heat (mating cycles); a/b/o; spanking; pussy spanking; possessive behavior; controlling behavior; Dom/sub undertones; soft!dark Steve; 

Author’s Note: Actual Author’s Note is at the end of the chapter, under the cut, because it contains spoilers

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Part Six

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Cool tones of early, pre full sunrise morning greeted you again, as they had been doing for the past five days. It wasn’t usual for you to get up two hours before your alarm, but it seemed since Steve left your body refused to get the rest it deserved.

You didn’t miss him. At least you didn’t think so.

He video called you daily, in the evenings when you were all ready to snuggle up in bed and he just finished a day of work. During the day an occasional text message or two lit up your phone. 

In all honesty, Steve’s absence gave you some room to breathe. In moments when your head was free to focus on things not connected to him. Because when his face popped to your mind, or his voice resounded in your ear over the phone, suddenly the breath cut shorter, constricting your chest. 

A certain restlessness took over your body, too. Making it hard to fall asleep and waking you up at the godless hours of dawn. 

Weirdly enough, despite limited hours of sleep, you didn’t feel tired. Energy proved to be a neverending constant in your body, enabling additional tasks you’ve been postponing for a while now. 

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