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itsscromp · 28 days

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Hola, señorita bonita

Alrighty, Now onto some Alejandro. Need to write more of him in general. Warnings: PG-13 content and suggestive themes. Google translated spanish. Word count:1.5K

It was Alejandro's wife Daniela's birthday this weekend. He has been so busy with work that he decided to treat her with a getaway to the beach house of which where they first met.

Before he went and told her the amazing news, He went out and did some shopping. Looking for... "Presents". Afterwards, he went home, seeing Daniela peacefully reading her book on the balcony. "Hola mi amor" He smiled and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Alejandro" She smiled and gently placed her book down, leaning up to kiss him. "How was your day ??"

"Nothing special, But it will be when I tell you this..." He smirked mischievously.

"Oh ??" She sat up giving him her undivided attention. He then gently kneeled down and smiled, taking her hand gently in his and squeezing it.

"I booked us a trip to the beach house where we first met..." She gasped, Smiling wide. "Oh Alejandro !!" She lunged into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"I love you so so much my love, happy birthday" He pressed a kiss behind her head.

Soon the two began to pack, Alejandro packed his "Presents" Oh she was going to love this so damn much.

They began the drive and her knee was bouncing in excitement, He noticed and smiled.

"I can't wait to spend some time with you, We've been so so busy it just feels unreal" He shook his head lightly.

"Neither can I" She smiled mischievously and leans over the console to hold his bicep.

He chuckled and flexed it lightly. "Save it for the cabin amor" He winked.

She bit her lip and sat back in her seat, smiling. She'll try, for now, She'll try.

After about an hour and a half of driving, they both soon arrived. It was just as beautiful as the first time they were here. "It's like it's been untouched" He smiled as he hopped out and stretched. Seeing her hop out, he gently went over, wrapping an arm around her waist and placing a kiss on her head, rubbing her waist gently.

She smiled and leaned towards him. "Just the two of us" "Yeah... Just the two of us."

The two then entered inside, deciding to soon change into their swim gear and heading out the back to the beach. Heading out into the warm water and the bright sun, Alejandro dived into the water, followed by Daniela. He mischievously soon swam up behind her and scooped her up. "Ready amor ??"

"Alejandro, what are you doing ??" She giggled as he readied himself, soon tossing her, laughing as she fell into the water and rose. She happily got him back by tackling him to the ground. she laid on top of him as she gently caressed his cheek. Looking at him with all the love in the world as did he.

The fun continued into the evening as Alejandro cooked up her most favourite dish in the whole world, and poured her favourite glass of wine. "Here you are my beautiful" He pressed a kiss on her lips, placing the plate and glass in front of her. "This looks delicious amor" Kissing him back, she happily ate as the two just stayed there in the loving silence, the silence saying a thousand words for them. They loved each other, till the day they died.

But then, when she went off to a shower, it was then time for Alejandro's plan to kick in. When she opened the door, she looked at the floor and saw rose petals. Leading out to the living room. She snickered and happily followed it, She saw candles lit up and slow music playing, and soon seeing the sight of Alejandro, laying down on the couch, shirtless, wearing braces with a rose in his mouth.

"Al..." she smiled and slowly sauntered over to him, sitting on his lap.

“hola señorita bonita” (hello miss pretty) he took the rose out of his mouth “tu presente esta aqui" (Your present is here)

She giggled and leaned her head on the couch, it was the Spanish for her man. She melted, she literally fucking melted. Oh Alejandro Vargas you, respectfully, will be getting no sleep tonight.

"Alejandro... Eché de menos verte actuar tan sexy." (I miss getting to see you act so sexy) She took the rose, smiling softly.

He chuckled and looked up at her. Hay mucho más sensualidad por venir” (there’s a lot more sexiness to come) leaning up and kissing her.

She kissed him back, gripping his shoulders. Alejandro smirked further and smacked her butt teasingly. She gave him a playfully dangerous look. Reaching to squeeze his pecs.

"Estás jugando con fuego mi amor." (You're playing with fire my love) Her hands slowly creeping.

He gently grabbed her wrists. “ahora ahora” (now now) “tu recompensa vendrá” (your reward will come) He whispered, moving off the couch and settling her in, kissing her before standing back. He then slowly took the braces off his shoulders.

“¿Estás listo para ver los mejores músculos de tu vida?” (are you ready to see the best muscles in your life ??) he smirked and gave his signature Alejandro wink.

She looked up at him, her cheeks going deeper red, remaining perfectly in place. "Sí, por favor..." (Yes, please)

And then, He tore his pants off, It was one of those tear-away pants, now standing in his sexy underwear. The heat rose in Daniela, oh... oh!!!!

“¿Ahora por dónde empezamos, bíceps o abdominales?” (Now where shall we start, biceps or abs ??) he rubbed his hands.

She tried not to drool and he hadn't even started doing anything yet, That's how much damn rizz he has on her right now. Whatever he did, she wouldn't complain.

“¿Qué tal los abdominales?” (How about the abs ??) he smirked and raised his arms behind his head, making his abs more defined and pop out. A full damn 8 pack !!

She went deep red, act normal, act normal, absolutely staring, She was melting into the couch.

He then moved onto his biceps, raising his arms and flexing hard, they were some fucking big guns !! “te gusta lo que ves ??” (You like what you see ??) He smirked.

*She shuddered, nodding*"Siempre lo hago, sabes que me gusta lo que esos músculos pueden hacer" (I always do, you know I like what those muscles can do) Her voice slightly broke.

“Luego deleita tus ojos con las nalgas de tus sueños.” (Then feast your eyes on the buttocks of your dreams) he turned around and flexed his butt hard. Looking behind and smirking at her.

She started to drool, staring without the utmost care. He started to flex each cheek individually, this was one of her favourites. “¿Te parece esto sexy?” (Do you find this sexy ??)

Her face was full-on hot and red. "I... I think you should... keep going" She couldn't stop smiling.

“No estaba planeando parar” (wasn’t planning on stopping) He smirked and then gave it one last wiggle and flex, turning back around. “Ahora quiero toda tu atención para esto” (now I want your full attention for this)

She shifted, getting comfy and giving him all her full attention as if he didn't have it before.

He then flashed his signature smile, soon beginning to pop his pecs, her most favourite flex. “Ellos estan bailando solo para ti” (they’re dancing, just for you)

She shifted again, ears impossibly red, cheeks flushed deeply. "Oh, mierda..." (Oh fuck)

He tilted his head with a smirk. “¿Alguien se está poniendo un poco nervioso?” (Is somebody getting flustered ??)

She bit her lip, giggling to herself. "Sabes lo que me haces.." (you know what you do to me..)

He then smirked and stood straight. “prepárate” (get ready) he then began to pop his pecs at lightning speed. "¡Oh, sí, estos son unos malditos pectorales!" (Oh yeah, these are some fucking pecs!) He looked at his pecs and then back at her.

Daniela Vargas was not home, she couldn't compute. She's been fried big big time.

“Míralos” (look at them) He continued to pop his pecs at fast speeds, he was working on this for a while to impress her. The rizz on this man right now.

She lifts her eyes, trying to keep her gaze on him, feeling her heart pounding desperately in her chest. Melting fully into the couch. "Oh sweet dear..." She fanned herself.

His work was done. He stopped flexing and stood straight. "You may now have your reward" He winked.

She smiled excitedly, jumping off the couch and rushing to him, touching his muscles all over. practically groping them, But she was allowed to do that because he says so !!.

"Was it worth the wait ??" He teased.

"So so worth it, Now shut your pretty mouth" She smiled, going to town, Muscle heaven on the destination !!!

He smiled, letting have her reward. This never failed at any time. He knew his muscles were her favourite, especially his butt and pecs. it was all worth it to see that smile on her face. Yep, those two were not getting any sleep tonight respectfully.

Taglist: @callofdudes

#call of duty #call of duty imagine #Alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x OC #alejandro vargas imagine #Los vanqueros #experimental writing #call of duty x oc

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lnsfawwi · 5 months

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Winterbaron Thunderbolts blurb

Zemo has spent a lot of time reflecting his feelings for Bucky. when he first learned about the Winter Soldier, Hydra's most formidable secret weapon, he was stuck between disgusted by what's been done to him and general apathy. brainwashed or not, Bucky used his superhuman skills to kill many many people. But after their little adventure, he realizes Bucky isn't that. he isn't one of THEM, Avengers or Nazis alike.

Zemo's grown not just sympathetic but also fond of Bucky as partners in crime. That makes him uncomfortable. He spent YEARS resenting superheroes, hunting them, killing them, killing that sense of superiority they so casually project. But here he is, working with Bucky again, and can't keep his eyes off him.

Bucky is a natural leader, he takes care of his team even tho his contempt for certain people (including himself) is palpable, a brilliant strategist and even a better fighter, he is competent and...attractive.

Zemo tries to play his little mind game but Bucky isn't at all receptive. but that's ok, hatred is a strong enough emotion that may very well carry over to his ultimate demise. bucky won't be able to forget him that easily. Zemo isnt trying to be a 'hero', sacrificing himself for this assorted bunch, he just isn't trying so hard to stay alive.

Bucky notices that, from experience perhaps. Bucky keeps an eye on him in battle. in the middle of a shootout, Bucky drags him to security and shouts at him, 'stop letting your death wish get in the way!' or something like that.

'I'm touched, James, caring the life of someone like me.'

'I don't care if you're dead.'Bucky says as he takes out a guy by calculating the ricochet trajectory on the fly. 'you are just in my way.'

that's probably true. Zemo shrugs, sitting on the ground, fully confident that Bucky can handle the situation for both of them. 'I've been thinking...'

'shoot first, think later, socrates.'

'I've been thinking.' Zemo shoots somewhere blindly and keeps talking, 'we'd make great pair.'

Bucky stares at him as if he's grown another head. or lost the only one he had.

'you see, James, no one knows you better than I do, I'm perhaps the only one who GETS why you are the way you are. And you know me, sort of. we've come to a truce, the past is in the past...'

'I don't share your kinship, Zemo. Now be useful!'

so he makes himself useful, tho he is still talking. talking, yeah, but without referring to the most painfully obvious and unsettling fact. 'what I'm suggesting is mutually beneficial. I have connections and information you need, and you have one less bad guy to worry about.'

'I don't have to worry about you if you're in prison.'

'but I'm not there, am I?'

as the mission progress, Zemo offers help, shuts John up when necessary (Bucky smirks when he does that), and stays close to Bucky. yelena isn't blind, but she thinks Zemo has external motive and gives him the shovel talk.

'that's lovely. now, do you think James would prefer a new modified gun or customed knife? I know he is partial to the SiG but I see room for improvement. you know what, I'll get both. thank you for indulging me, Yelena.'

yelena: ok gay🙄

more fighting ensued, Bucky eventually uses the knife Zemo got him. some part of Bucky just breaks, that line that's been constantly pushed by Zemo is broken at that moment in a sense that Bucky acknowledges Zemo being in his tiny circle of 'allies' is already a truth. Zemo has been his ally longer than he's willing to admit. Bucky wants to believe they are different that's why he pushes Zemo away, only then does he realize accepting Zemo doesn't mean they're the same, it's just that they are compatible in certain situations. and Zemo is not exactly unpleasant to be around, sometimes.

after the mission, yelena suggests they go for a drink, Zemo suggests they go to that fancy place none of them would otherwise be allowed in. It's classy and degenerate at the same time.

while others disappear into the dance floor, Zemo sits down next to Bucky and asks if he could buy him a drink.

'will you back off if I said no?'

'I'm hurt, James. after all this time, you should know I don't take pleasure in forcing people into things they don't want.'

Bucky kinda laughs and lets Zemo buy him a fancy whisky. 'what do you want, Zemo?'

'I already told you what I want. partnership.'

Bucky downs the alcohol in one go and glances at him. 'is that all?'

Zemo is frankly surprised by Bucky's response but who is he to pass the opportunity? 'I usually go on a date or two before moving on to other things, but I suppose I can make an exception.'

and things get a little heated from there.

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diana-andraste · 2 months

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...in the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling. In the evening there is feeling.

Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons

#writing #quotes #poetry #gertrude stein #tender buttons #modernism #prose poetry #experimental writing

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kissedbyghosts · 5 months

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Ø₱Ɇ₦ł₦₲ ₮ⱧɆ ɆɎɆ

Her robe falls away in an opalescent swell, collapsing at her feet like a serpent’s skin.

Laced through with eldritch circuitry, her lithe body, niveous and bare, pulses rhythmically with light.

Polychromatic bioluminescence coruscates hypnotically beneath the milky translucence of ivorine flesh, lambent sub-dermal lattices of blushing radiance tracing the interior contours of her being.

Her lucid roseate eyes and glossy pink lips glitter jewel-like, the high cheeks of her delicate visage blush, a pale flower blooming in the brood chamber of the crystalline naos.

She begins to dance, at once lovely and frightening. Graceful and fluid, yet sharp and precise, the air about her whispers secrets with each practiced motion, her slender limbs sighing like swords to her silent song. As exquisite hips sway, shapely legs leap and glide, nimble feet caressing the kaleidoscopic mirror of the quartzite floor. Spine arcing, wild cascades of gossamer hair fall in glowing fiber-optic waves over pallid breasts as she draws unseen signs in the gestural language of a lost world. Spectral and diaphanous, her delicate fingers trace luminous shapes, neon-pink glyphs of molten intent whose fluid forms weave a delicate web of abstract patterns. The cosmos shudders in harmonic resonance, rhythmically entrained with the deep magic of her dance. As worlds align, the veil parts and The Eye is opened. Through it she sees the true shape of all things and goes mad with ecstasy. © JM Tiffany

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wanderthoughtfanfic · 1 year

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Bats singing praises.

Silly little headcanon for Zatz and Camazotz:

Bats are their main community - yes they have duties (Camazotz especially), but their social needs are closely tied to bats. Bats are very vocal and communicative, making so many sounds it's practically their own language, which of course these two can understand. Many writers have explored this concept and it's always well done.

When Zatz needs encouragement, these little creatures rush to aid him the best way they can: with song, poetry, praises.

Brave prince! Strong prince! He that perseveres. He whose life force cannot be defeated. He whose wings come and go as the phases of the moon.

#zatz the prince of bats #zatz prince of bats #maya and the three #maya and the 3 #camazotz #headcanon #experimental writing #wanderthoughtfanfic

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the-journal-in-law · 1 year

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A Hero's City

Prompt from: @gingerly-writing

"It's a mercy that I'm willing to kill you." The supervillain levelled their weapon. "It would be worse for you to live and witness what happens next."

"NO!" the hero's sidekick screamed, but their injured leg forced them to stay put. All they could do was cry and pray.

It mirrored the actions of every other civilian in this city. They watched the live-streamed battle in anticipation and fear, wondering if today was their last.

The hero spat out blood and grinned. It was a gruesome, unfamiliar sight. To see their ultimate protector so broken and human.

"I am not letting my city fall to the likes of you!" the hero shouted.

And - even with the hero's bruised, staggering visage, and the supervillain's almost sure victory - those words lit a spark of hope in the people.

It was the work of all that the hero had done for them. The many seemingly hopeless, drawn-out fights, and the hero's continuous unwillingness to back down - all for the sake of the city.

The supervillain smirked, not fazed by the hero's confidence. "But you will."

And, with a single strike from their weapon, the hero fell.

For a moment, the world just - stopped.

The city was silent, not a single breath let out. The usually bustling streets and the civilians who had seen their hero's long-awaited fight with their nemesis - froze.

Then the sidekick's cries rang out, sharp and loud, and time returned to the city. Only this time, the people knew it would never be the same again.

Because their protector had fallen, and darkness would soon take advantage of that vulnerability to take control.

Hours later, when the streets were empty and everyone was grieving in their homes, a broadcast appeared. Of their hero, some minutes before their final battle.

"Hi, everyone!" the hero said, a customary greeting. "The supervillain's gonna show themselves soon, and I guess I'm making this video as a goodbye? A will? A precaution, maybe." The hero smiled sadly. "To be honest, I don't know if I'll make out of this alive."

In a police station somewhere in the city, a sidekick cried renewed tears.

"I'll leave this video to a reporter friend of mine, in case something happens. I wanted to say...well, I don't know what, really. I just can't thank you enough for cheering for me throughout my journey.

"My life may end today, but I won't regret it. I've given everything I am to this city, and this is no exception. The supervillain is a powerful enemy. My most dangerous yet. And their existence threatens everything I care for.

"So, when they appear, I'll fight - even if it'll be my last. The city will be unprotected, vulnerable. And this is why I ask you, the people of this city, for a favour."

The city held its breath, waiting to hear its hero's final wishes.

On the screen, the hero turned serious. "Protect each other in my absence. Fight for your freedom, and your safety. I won't be there anymore, but you will. Defend yourselves."

With those last words, the broadcast ended, leaving behind a city that had heard its dead saviour's will and was determined to fulfill it.

Today, they would grieve. Tomorrow, they would wake up in the dawn of a new age as soldiers.

Taglist: @memepsychowhowantsuperpower-blog@faeruine@a-sunset-outside-my-window@sketxhdragxn@kaiwewi@eri-would-like-to-not-thanks

#heroes and villains #dead characters #prompt fill #writing #experimental writing #dramatic

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nicholas-alexander-hayes · 7 months

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Lexicartographies(2023) https://wp.blazevox.org/product/lexicartographies-by-nicholas-alexander-hayes/

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ontakingnotes · 5 days

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On methods of writing experimental poems, by Emett Williams (1958)

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shepherdden8 · 8 months

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The God of Aiko Tanaka

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fuckingwhateverdude · 1 year

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itsscromp · 1 month

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You're such a tease

Alright, lets start of this experiment with Johnny and Bridget. Warnings: PG-13 content and slightly suggestive themes. Word count:2K

Johnny had gotten some time off from work, How was he going to spend it you may ask, Why treat his lovely amazing wife to a getaway up in the mountains. Nice and quiet, only the two of them. He knocked on the bedroom door with an envelope behind his back.

"Hey my Lennan" He smiled (sweetheart)

"Johnny" She smiled up from her task when she saw him. She missed him for many months, so it was good for him to be home.

"I got us a surprise" He smiled mischievously.

"Oh, What do you have planned ??" She perked up.

"Close your eyes" He smiled.

She raised an eyebrow but then covered her eyes with her hands. "Ok..."

He then pulled out the envelope. "Ok you can open them"

She looked down and saw it, Happily taking the envelope, opening and pulling out the contents, Inside revealed an Airbnb booking confirmation.

Her bottom lip wobbled as she looked up at him in glee. "Really ??"

"Really" He nodded.

She smiled even more and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I love you so much"

"I love you too lass" He smiled and pressed a kiss on her head.

She couldn't wait, she soon began to pack, finding her... pretty set of underwear she recently bought for just an occasion like this, she knew Johnny would get flustered over it.

Soon they were both packed and off they went. "It's been too long, I can't wait to spend a week with just you my love" He smiled, looking at her briefly before back at the road.

"Me too Johnny, I really missed you so much" She smiled and looked at him, reaching over and giving his forearm a gentle, lovingly squeeze.

The two shared a nice conversation as the car made it's way up the mountains, Soon after the slight twists and turns, they finally made it.

"Oh my gosh... Johnny it's beautiful" Bridget smiled.

"As beautiful as you" He smiled and kissed her.

"You go find the keys, I'll go see if i can get the power and hot water started ok ??"

"Ok" The two then hopped out of the car and Johnny went behind the cabin to find the circuit board. Bridget then followed the instructions and found the key under a fake rock. She entered inside and took in her surroundings, The place was just so beautiful.

Johnny managed to get the power running and the hot water boiling, entering inside and wrapping his arms around her from behind. "How are you liking it ??"

"It's very rustic looking" She smiled and looked behind her, Swaying side to side softly.

"I love you so much..." Johnny smiled and leant in, Kissing her deeply and passionately.

Bridget could not imagine being with anyone else bar her husband. She couldn't have dreamed of anything better. "I love you too."

The two for the first couple of days just relaxed in each other's company, reading books to each other, playing board games with each other, cherishing every single moment. But one day, Bridget was feeling a little flirtatious, she hadn't seen her loving husband for so long. So when she woke up and saw him sleeping, she went off to the shower, got her pretty set of underwear and took a quick shower.

Johnny woke up to the sounds of the water turning off and smiled tiredly seeing the light under the door. But when Bridget opened the door, He completely woke up fully, seeing her in her underwear. "Lennan..." His ears were turning bright pink.

She dried her hair and let it lay where it wanted. "Good morning Johnny" She smiled, acting oblivious on purpose.

Johnny was trying to compute at this point, But his face was heating up. "New... Ne... New underwear ??" Was all he could manage to get out.

"Oh, you noticed, yeah! Do you like it ??" She took the opportunity to give him a little spin, showing him all of it.

"Where did you get it ??..."

But she wasn't spilling the tea. "You don't need to know that" She smirked, walking over to the bed, swaying her hips each step.

"Well... Wherever you got them... You should go there more often." His face was now officially bright pink. "Is... Is it getting hot in here ??" He fanned his shirt a little.

"I have no idea what you mean" She smiled and leaned over, crawling into the bed and sitting on his lap.

Johnny wrapped his arms around her waist as they cuddled up. Don't stare, don't stare, don't stare he thought to himself.

She bats her eyelashes slowly at him. Even if he isn't doing great at eye contact at the moment. He looked up at her. "You... You look beautiful" He tried to cover up.

She smiled, That little devilish smile she gets. "Thank you John"

He then smirked and lowered his hand, smacking her lightly and lovingly on her butt. "Sorry, My hand slipped"

She jumped lightly and softly shrieked, Giggling and leaning down, tilting his head and kissing him. "Sure it did"

The two shared a deep passionate kiss for a little while before going on their day, Bridget staying in her underwear. If she could tease Johnny, then so can he. So late in the afternoon, he noticed the place "Needed firewood" So he went outside and took his shirt off, readying the axe and chopping wood.

Bridget knew he'd been out there for a bit, so she made some coffee and headed to the back porch. And the sight she was blessed with. Johnny with the axe, shirtless, sweaty, and with a determined face. She immediately went to place the cups down as her arms were now turning into Jell-O.

Johnny looked up and saw her. "Hey, Lennan" Smiling and waving. She could not get one word out, a stumbling mess that she was. "You ok there ??" He tried not to smirk, placing the axe down and walking to the porch.

"I... ahh..." She went completely blob

He pressed a kiss on her cheek and wiped his forehead. "Worked up a sweat there" He definitely did not flex his bicep as he did.

She was now completely red, Looking him up and down like he was a piece of meat. "Uh... Hu.." She vaguely pointed to the coffee she brought out. "Oh thank you" He smiled and went to take a sip.

"You sure your ok ?? You look a bit flustered" Still trying not to smirk.

"I'm ok... I'm actually... perfect..." She finally got out.

"Good, I'll bring in the firewood and take a shower" He smiled. Bridget was on muscle cloud 9. That was her husband !!!

So Johnny went and took a shower, but he wasn't done there. Like Bridget, He too walked out of the bathroom, only in his underwear. when Bridget saw him walk out. She was ready to melt, But she powered through it. "Ok come here you !!" He chuckled and went over to her.

She touched his chest, running her hands up his pecs and around his neck. "You're such a tease, You know that"

He chuckled "I have my moments, and only for you my love" He smiled.

She giggled and started to kiss his collarbone. Not wanting to leave the glorious sight in front of her.

"Question though" He smirked a little. "I just bought this underwear recently, Do they make my butt look good ??"

She looked up at him and blushed, taking a chance and looked down behind him. If she shared her thoughts she'd probably be sent to a certain internet jail.

"It looks... really good... Yeah"

He chuckled and flexed his butt a couple times. "I remember a few times I caught you staring"

"Hey, I..." She went even more red and reached out to smack it. "I have every right"

He chuckled again and let her, He knew what he was doing. She giggled and leant forward, deciding to full on grab his butt. "Nowhere to go now" she smirked at him.

"That you have" He smiled softly and gently reached up, cupping the cheeks of her face. "Your so beautiful" he whispered. She smiled softly at him, it meant the world to her every time he said that. "And your the most handsomest"

He gently stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, looking at her with so much love and wonder for her. "I wish we could stay here forever, not worry about anything." She leant into his touch, gently cupping his hands with her own. "I love you..."

"I love you too..."

The two shared a deep and passionate kiss, wanting nothing more than to not go anywhere. Johnny then smirked, an idea popping into his mind. "How about I put on... a show for you"

She blushed and giggled lightly "John...."

"What... You know you want it" He smirked, well knowing her answer.

"Oh when I get my hands on you" She smirked.

He then lifted her up like a princess and moved to the couch, gently sitting her down and standing back. "Be prepared for Scotland's pure glory" He started with his biceps, raising his arms and flexing hard, snake-like veins popping out.

She squirmed a little, blushing deeply.

He smirked and then turned around, His back facing her as he flexed his back a bit before moving to his butt.

She covered her face, Peeking in between her fingers.

He looked behind and smirked. "What, see something you like ??" He winked and began to flex each cheek individually.

She bit her lip and giggled a little, now she was the one who thought it was getting hot in here.

He gave his butt one last wiggle and flex before turning back to face her, flexing his abs and pointing a finger at each of them. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 Full abs" He was super proud of it.

"What a hunk you are..." He voice broke slightly.

"The best hunk in all of Scotland ??" He smirked.

"The best hunk I've ever had the pleasure of looking at"

"Then feast your eyes on this" He held his hands behind his back, soon popping his pecs, Her favourite. "Boom boom boom boom" He said as he popped them.

Oh, she liked that, She really liked that, She was starting to fan herself. "Just... Keep doing your thing"

That I will, I picked up a trick along the way, Wanna see ??" He smirked.

She nodded her head vigorously "Go for it..."

He began to pop his pecs so fast it was like they were shaking rather than popping, that's how fast they were going. "Oh yeah" He looked at her and smirked.

She blinked, Oh... Oh, John... John... John what have you awakened inside her ?? She blushed so deeply, she was like a tomato.

"You like that huh ??" He smirked.

She nodded vigorously !!!

He chuckled, slowing down the speed before popping them normally again. "Boom boom boom !!"

She giggled softly and blushed deeper, ready to melt into the couch and pass away. It was too much and yet not enough.

He then stopped and walked up to her, smiling. "How would you rate that ??"

John.... that was a 100000/10 !!!

She blinked, trying to speak "Yep... I married the sexiest hunk..." she hid her face as he sat down next to her. It was always the pecs for her. "You always know what I like" She finally reached her hands out and rubbed them.

"I've been married to you for too long, I know everything" He smirked.

I still remember the day you first showed me it on one of our dates" She giggled and hid her face, remembering it all.

"That I do too" He smirked further.

"I couldn't stop giggling and blushing, my god !!"

"I couldn't get you off me either" He snickered.

"It's not my fault your sexy !!" She lovingly huffed "I called you Dwayne Johnson"

"I'm better then him" He leaned over and kissed her. "So, so much better and I've got you"

She giggled. "That you have" She then looked up at him with puppy eyes. "Pop them a bit more ??" It's been too long for her ok !!??

He smiled, happily obliging and sitting up, popping his pecs again. She could watch them all day, that's how sexy her husband is. It was good to have him back.

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A/N: Did you guys enjoy it ?? Was there anything that could be improved on ?? Let me know in the comments.

#call of duty #call of duty imagine #John soap mactavish #John soap mactavish x OC #John soap mactavish imagine #experimental writing #call of duty x OC

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Stucky dark!soulmate AU

the soulmate mark presents itself at the age of 18. Few have soulmates, but those who do are destined to be killed by their soulmate

Steve has always known Bucky as his hero. Bucky has saved his life many times, from the bullies, from illness, from loneliness.

On Steve's 18th birthday, they come back from the sanatorium after visiting his mom, who's in critical condition. Sarah is quarantined so all they can do is watch her barely conscious form on a bed through a window. Steve feels like he's going to fall apart, but Bucky's with him, Bucky's here to hold him together.

That night, when he showers he notices a star-shaped mark on his chest right above his heart. It's his soulmate mark. A million thoughts crossed his mind: Who is the person? How will he die? When? What about Bucky? Should he tell Bucky? A part of him is relieved, death doesn't sound too awful compared to his life; another part of him is terrified, of death, of leaving Bucky heartbroken. He decides that he'll hide the mark from Bucky, what good can possibly come out of telling your best friend that you are about to be killed? He snuggles Bucky extra tight that night.

Years fly by and the war happens. After rescuing the captured people from Hydra facility, they march back to the base in Italy. Bucky waits until most people are settled down to clean himself in the river nearby. It's dark in the woods, the moonlight is too dim and pale for regular human eyes to properly function, but Steve is not a regular human being. He is patrolling the parameter when he sees Bucky emerge from the water, naked, his hair dripping, body slim and covered in bruises and cuts. He's beautiful.

"Buck."

"Jesus!" Bucky jumps, his first instinct is not to cover himself but to reach for his pistol on the ground with his clothes. "I could've shot you!"

"sorry." Steve walks closer as Bucky starts to put his clothes back on. That's when he sees. The star-shaped mark above Bucky's heart.

Bucky is his soulmate. One of them will kill the other.

They have a very very long talk which is comprised mostly of tears, promises, and unspoken dread. When the Army tells Steve that he's authorized to handpick a team, Steve doesn't want Bucky in it.

"Fuck no." Bucky says, "there's no way you do it without me. I don't give a damn about the marks, cus if you got your stupid ass killed by some crazy red face I'd revive you and kill you personally again."

So they fight together. The team doesn't know about their marks, no one does but themselves. Even with the ominous fate hanging over their heads, Steve still trusts no one else more to have his six than Bucky, not only because Bucky is an excellent shot but because that's Bucky. Bucky has saved his life more times than he can count and vice versa. They work seamlessly. They are soulmates.

Then Bucky falls. Steve knows that it's his fault. He's killed Bucky. He crushes the plane with the slight comfort that he would know how Bucky feels, the fall, the ice, death.

But he wakes up.

SHIELD knows Steve has a soulmate mark, therefore Hydra also knows. Only SHIELD doesn't know who Steve's soulmate is, Hydra does.

Before they go on to take over the helicarriers, Steve reveals to them that Bucky is his soulmate.

"there's a good chance that I won't come back." he tells them, "make sure the mission is complete. No matter what happens."

Steve goes into the mission accepting death by Bucky's hand as his ending. Maybe he does die. The medical record says that he has flatlined for almost 4 minutes on the operation table. Maybe he already died at the bottom of the Potomac.

But he wakes up.

Then the Accords happens, then Zemo, then Siberia, they never really have a moment to talk. Steve knows that Bucky evades him for 2 years partly because of the stupid mark, but once they start to fight side by side again, it's like finding the final piece of a puzzle, they are whole again, they complete each other so much so that even the idea of being apart again is agonizing, utterly unbearable. They are, after all, soulmates.

So when Bucky comes up with the idea that he should be put under cryo again, Steve won't let him.

"Can't you see, Buck? We've both died already. Yet here we are. Our story is not about killing, it's about protection and salvation. You died protecting me, and I did the same for you. It tried, it fucking tried to tear us apart and it failed. We are inseparable. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again, you won't hurt anyone either. If you want peace, we can retire. Just please, please don't do this to yourself. Don't do this to me."

The silence between them stretches out for far too long.

“Anyone told you you have a knack for speeches?” Bucky attempts a joke.

“One or two.”

“Ok.” Bucky says, eventually, “Ok.”

Yes, they've both died - many times, in fact. Maybe Bucky falling off the train was Steve's fault, maybe the Winter Soldier had actually managed to complete his mission, but the fact remains that they are both here, alive. They've defied fate, they've been to hell and back, they've been torn away from the other but found their way back.They are inseparable. 'til the end of line.

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #stevebucky #stucky #drabble #life and death with stucky #I'm with you til the end of line means something entirely different in this context #experimental writing

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