Okay So We All Know Just How Much Bucky Would Dirty Talk When It Comes To Steve, Like Even When They

Jason goes full cat 2

Reading the Aizen/Ichigo verse is so much fun. I have to ask, how do the captains (Urahara, Shinji and the like) feel about this sudden partnership?

Outsider POV, okay. Here’s a short scene from Shinji. I might do a Kisuke one later but it’s late and my laptop needs to update so I want to get this posted and you only get one scene.

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went crazy and made this

enjoy the fruits of my madness

the adventures of cool ranch and spicy nacho

Guests at a gala notice that Brucie Wayne is surprisingly jacked. Like, a suspicious amount of muscle for a CEO who lives a life of luxury and doesn't do any physical labour. An amount of muscle that goes beyond "works out to stay fit and look good". And when he's asked about this by a gossip columnist guest he panicks (he's running on 2 hours sleep) and says "It's so I can pick up my kids!"

Now everyone is looking at his kids. Cass and Tim are tiny at 5’ 5 and 5' 7. Damian is still a kid and he's also small. Dick is bigger, but picking him up wouldn't require that much muscle. Maybe Duke, who is still growing but looks like he could be about Bruce's height when he's fully grown? Maybe him?

Then Jason officially returns from the dead. And everyone looks at the 6' 4, 260lbs walking double fridge and goes "Ahhh, ok then."

can you tell us more about indecently jiggly Steve? like does he ever get off just from Bucky playing with his tits? I love oblivious Steve who doesn't even realize what he's doing to Bucky by wearing those all too tight shirts, but I also love Steve who teases Bucky and gets him all riled up by walking around in just those short shorts of his. idk.

okay but consider:

Steve in tiny little booty shorts and a tight crop top.

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Hello, I just discovered your blog and I wanted to say I love your writing!! I was wondering if you have any sub!steve headcanons you would like to share? :D

i'm not always great at thinking up cohesive headcanons, so take a little fic where bucky fucks steve straight into subspace!

NSFW 18+

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“Oh, fu-uck…”

Bucky’s tongue is rough against Steve as he grips the sheets hard beneath him, ass canted up and cheek pressed into the soft linen pillows. His cock is curving up towards his belly, red and straining and spent, leaking with the remnants of his last release. He isn’t sure how long they’ve been at this-- Bucky taking him apart with his tongue and fingers, drawing pleasure out of his very core and guiding him to a comforting, suspended place he can’t seem to find anywhere else. There aren’t many places that are quiet for him these days, but underneath Bucky’s gentle touch, the world dampens out.

Bucky hums and the vibrations send a jolt through Steve, gasping as his tongue curves and digs deeper into him.

“Christ, Buck, I--” he cuts off with a strangled groan as one of Bucky’s fingers slip in alongside his tongue, crooking outwards and spreading him open as he pulls away.

Bucky hushes him when he whines at the loss, a gentle hand resting between his shoulder blades.

“I’m going to fuck you now, alright?” Bucky asks, his voice low even though he sounds just as wrecked as Steve feels.

Desperate, Steve nods. “How d’you want me?”

There’s a moment of silence as Bucky seems to think, then the hand between his shoulder blades dips to his waist.

“On your back,” Bucky says, then he’s urging him to roll over and Steve is pliant under his touch.

His legs spread automatically, eyes half-lidded and dazed as he watches Bucky drink him in hungrily.

“So pretty,” Bucky murmurs, reaching out to brush some of Steve’s sweaty hair off his forehead. His fingers trail down over his temples, across his cheek, making Steve shiver as he latches onto his gaze. Commanding and gentle in equal measure. A thumb brushes over his lips-- metal-- and he nips softly. “Good boy.”

The praise goes straight to Steve’s core and-- oh. They don’t always do this. It feels sacred, still. New territory. Slipping into these roles where Steve lets go of the wheel for a few wonderful moments. But Bucky’s words are already seeping into the crevices of his mind, drawing out any residual stress and pushing him towards the edge.

Bucky’s hand is still moving, down his jaw and across his collarbone, before coming to a stop on his neck. Steve’s eyes widen, lips parting, and Bucky’s eyebrows raise.

“Oh yeah?” Bucky asks. “I was wondering if you’d like this.” He increases the pressure of his hold marginally and Steve whines, head tilting back and hips canting up. It’s exhilarating-- dangerous. His heart pounds and he wants. He wants so goddamn bad.

“Please,” he whimpers, and Bucky lets go, soothing his disappointment with a kiss.

“Just gotta get myself ready,” Bucky mutters against his lips. “Won’t be a minute.”

It’s almost Pavlovian the way the cap of the lube opening makes Steve’s legs spread wider, hole fluttering around nothing. He whines a little more insistently, and Bucky hushes him again, slicking up his cock and reaching down to finish prepping Steve as well. A moment later, he’s hitching Steve’s legs over his shoulders, taking his strong thighs around his neck and pushing in.

Bucky’s fingers are incredible-- his tongue even better. But Steve is certain there’s nothing as fulfilling as his cock, thick and heavy as it pushes past that tight ring of muscle. They’re both breathing heavily, soft whines sounding adjacent to Bucky’s low grunts as he bottoms out. There’s a moment of stillness as they adjust to the sensation, as familiar as it is.

Then, Bucky growls, and Steve’s eyes roll back as he starts to thrust into him.

He lets himself go, the world around him going wholly mute as everything zeroes into the place where he and Bucky are joined together. He scrabbles for purchase on Bucky’s biceps, shoulders, back-- but it’s no use as Bucky takes his hands and pins them over his head.

“Stay still,” he says, and Steve is helpless but to listen, going limp as Bucky fucks him harder, his other hand going back to his neck and--

Oh god. Oh god. It’s so much more thrilling in the moment. Held down where Bucky’s pinning him, knowing that his safety is quite literally in his hands, but trusting him with the very bones of his being. Bucky won’t hurt him. Bucky has control.

And it’s that notion alone that has Steve stepping off the ledge, his body free falling into open air before drifting higher, higher, higher--

He comes with a cry, thighs tensing around Bucky’s neck as his release paints his chest. It isn’t long before Bucky follows, groaning low and long as his cock pumps inside Steve. There’s a distant sensation of come seeping out of his ass, but Steve could care less. He feels like he could live inside Bucky-- take refuge in his very soul.

Static fills his mind, and it takes a few minutes for the world to come into focus as Bucky pulls out, catching his release with a towel they keep on hand and gently cleaning them up. The care only does more to push Steve further out of his mind. Higher. Lighter. He could be floating, he thinks. He could be floating over his goddamn body and it feels so good.

He blinks and Bucky is hovering over him, eyes soft and concerned.

“You with me?” he asks. It sounds like his voice is being fed through a shoddy speaker.

Steve smiles, reaching for him. Bucky obliges, taking him into his arms and rolling them over. Pillowing his head on Bucky’s chest, Steve hums in content.

“Are you feeling floaty?” Bucky asks, lips brushing Steve’s ear. It was the way Steve had described the feeling the first time they’d found this space between them and he nods. “Mmm, fucked you straight into subspace, didn’t I?”

“You knew what you were doing,” Steve slurs. “Jerk.”

Bucky laughs, his chest shaking against Steve’s ear. It makes Steve smile wider.

“What,” Bucky teases. “Can’t enjoy my fella when he’s all soft for me?”

Steve scowls. “Never said that.”

Bucky snugs him closer, browsing his nose over his brow.

“That’s what I thought,” he pauses, kissing his temple. “Mine.”

Steve lets his eyes drift shut, hand resting over Bucky’s heart. Instinctively, he listens for his heartbeat. It’s strong. Steady. Sure.

“Yours.”

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thanks for reading, y'all!

okay so i have this really self serving and inconsequential headcanon that steve really likes apple juice??? but only when he’s like,,, sick or upset. and essentially,,,, just. bucky always keeping little boxes of motts apple juice in the fridge and in his day bag for steve to grab when he’s upset or feeling anxious 

like in central park one day, steve has a little panic attack and bucky just talking him through it on a bench and then pulling out some apple juice and

“here, stevie” 

and steve just *sniffle* “thanks, buck”

this is definitely a thing that sammy first noticed like,,, while they were on the bucky hunt. like in hotels, steve would always go for the apple juice and one morning he wakes from a nightmare and sam’s like

“can i getcha anything, man?”

“um…. is there any way you could get me some apple juice from the breakfast bar?”

and sam’s just like “oh– sure.”

anyway yeah apple juice is his comfort drink

Hotch-centric

AUs

Prof of Law Aaron Hotchner: AU where there is no BAU but there is a bunch of college profs

Professors: The second part to ^^ about Reid

Take Me To Church: bisexual!aaron Hotchner with religious trauma

If the Lord Don’t Forgive Me: Part two to Take Me To Church

Zombie AU: The BAU kicking zombie ass in an alt. universe because I think it would cool

Quanitco Hope: Grey’s Anatomy/CM AU (Hotchniss undertones but includes the whole team)

Moments Too Late: BAU College AU Part One | Part Two

BackStories & Things

In His Eyes: Hotch is very messed up

The Slow Crawl Back To Normal: the missing month between Nameless, Faceless and Haunted

Aaron Hotchner is…

God’s Gonna Cut You Down: my Aaron Hotchner backstory

Heredity: Aaron Hotchner thinks about who he is

In The Woods Somewhere: Haley loves wild, dying beasts

Just… Hurt

Spare the Rod, Spoil the Child: Hotch is tortured by an UNSUB

Minimal Loss AU

The Physicality of Love: touch starved Aaron Hotchner

Route 66 Part 1

The Narcissist: “I choose Aaron Hotchner”

Aversions: Hotch is less than dealing with the events of Foyet’s attack.

The Shot That Tore Through The BAU: Hotch gets shot

November 22nd: It’s Hotch’s birthday

The Lies We Tell: lies people have told Hotch 

The Worst of it: the aftershocks of Emily’s death

Deaf! Hotch

Nightmare

Hand In Unlovable Hand: Hotch gets bitten by a snake and the team has to race to get him emergency attention

Heart Attack: they’re assured it was only a matter of time… that’s unsurprisingly not helpful

To Weigh the Odds: Morgan told him to take care of his son, so that’s exactly what he’s doing

Hand In Unlovable Hand: Hotch gets bitten by a rattlesnake

A Dull Aching Pain: Hotch can’t take it anymore

Heart Attack: they’re assured it was only a matter of time… that’s unsurprisingly not helpful

To Weigh the Odds: Morgan told him to take care of his son, so that’s exactly what he’s doing

A Wonderful Life: Car Wreck Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four| Part five 

No One to Wake You Up  

Been Having a Hard Time Adjusting: Pakistan doesn’t end so well for Hotch

Minimal Loss AU rewritten

Hold It Together: Hotch plays the damsel in distress

Cracks in the Ceiling: Route 66 stuff

Poker Face: Roy and Hotch

Envy for the Solid Ground 

Lie To Me: Another Cancer AU Part One | Part Two 

I headcanon that Ichigo can smile like Unohana, but he just doesn't do that, because he's scowling and irritated often, but not cold-like angered or raged.

Trully angered Ichigo is cooooold and quiet, but the most terrifiyng part begins when he *smiles*

And when Urahara aka mad-scientist-extraordinaire decided to see how far he can make Ichigo angry-

He saw in every detail how the scowl slowly faded and watched in crippling horror how the edges smoothed and the softest, sweetest smile he's ever seen appeared on Ichigo's face.

The shudder ran down his spine when Ichigo proceeded to say in the gentlest way possible:

"I'll plug out your spine and hang you on it in three, two-"

And then no one saw Urahara for the whole week.