sling boots


[ Request: Jax smut where he admits his love after a break up with a boyfriend (feelings reciprocated) ] 

You threw your keys at the wall, slinging your boots off and throwing your purse to the ground all in one swift motion. You had just had the day from hell, and your dumbass boyfriend has just made it worse. Or maybe I should say ex-boyfriend, you thought to yourself. The dick had dumped you via text less than an hour ago. Not that you really cared all that much. You weren’t exactly dating Prince Charming by any means. He was just somebody to pass the time with. But the fact that he had dumped you with a text message after a little over a year together coupled with your shitty day at work just pissed you off. You needed a drink, and you needed it fast.

You stomped your way to the kitchen, hoping to God you had something stronger than beer to drown your sorrows. You ripped open your cabinets, quickly searching through them for any sign of hard liquor. Then your eyes landed on a black-label bottle of whiskey. 

You snatched the bottle out of the cabinet, a wicked smile stamped across your face. You were determined to forget this entire day had ever happened.


“Jesus Christ,” Jax muttered to himself as he took in the scene formerly known as your living room. There were bottles scattered everywhere, and the place was a wreck. He could hardly make out the sofa underneath the massive pile of neglected laundry. He took in a deep breath and shook his head. He knew his work was cut out for him this time. 

Jax had known you for as long as he could remember. You were like family to him. Hell, Gemma jokingly called you her daughter on more than one occasion. Jax had been with you through practically everything. All the ups and downs. All the heartbreaks. All the high school drama, followed by all the real adult drama. Jax had been with you through all the changes that life had brought about. But through all the years of friendship, one thing had remained the same. Jax was irrevocably, incredibly, heartbreakingly in love with you. And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. 

He knew you loved him. But the way you loved Jax and the way Jax loved you were two totally different kinds of love. You loved Jax, as a friend. Jax was in love with you. And he knew he could never tell you that. You had brought home boyfriend after boyfriend, and Jax had met them all. Jax had also hated every single one of them. He knew they weren’t right for you. None of them were good enough for you. Especially not the last one. Jax had hated the guy ever since you had introduced them. He knew the two of you would break up eventually, and judging by the current state of your living room and your liver, Jax assumed that time had come.

“Y/N?” he called, cautiously stepping further into the house, dodging piles of clothes and old liquor bottles as he went. He peered down the hallway, towards your bedroom. “Hey, Y/N!” 

You opened your eyes and groggily stared at your celling. Your head pounded, and your body ached. Why you had decided attempting to drink an entire fifth of whiskey in one night was a good idea, you couldn’t remember now. 

“In here,” you moaned, clutching your head in your hands and willing it to stop aching. 

Jax followed the sound of your voice. “You alright?” he asked as he stepped into your room. He let out a light laugh as he took in the sight of you. “You look pretty rough,” he told you with a smirk. Truthfully, he still thought you looked beautiful, even hungover and with messy hair. 

You sighed and cracked a weak smile as you looked at your best friend. “I’m good.” 

Jax grinned. “Wanna get some coffee?”

You nodded your head slowly. “Please and thank you.” 


“So what’s the deal with you and what’s-his-name?” Jax asked, taking a drag of his cigarette.

The two of you were sitting outside TM. Jax had been crashing at your house every night for the last few days, basically ever since he found you in your drunken stupor. He told you it was to keep you company, but you had your suspicions that he had other reasons.

“What do you mean?” you asked, taking the cigarette from his hands and taking a long drag.

Jax watched you for a moment. “Come on, Y/N,” he leaned forward, placing his arms on the table that separated you two, “Don’t lie to me.” 

You sighed loudly. You had known this conversation was coming. Jax wasn’t one to just let things go. But you didn’t want to deal with it. Not now. Not ever, really. 

“He dumped me,” you answered matter-of-factly. “About a week ago.” You took another long drag of the cigarette between your fingers and stared into Jax’s blue eyes. “Haven’t talked to him since.” 

Jax nodded his head, taking his cigarette back from you. “Sorry to hear that.”

A small, satisfied smirk spread across your lips. You narrowed your eyes and shook your head as you looked at Jax. “I’m not.” 

Jax raised his eyebrows, a smirk now forming on his own lips. He shook his head and let out a deep sigh. “Well,” he said, taking one last drag off his cigarette before putting it out. “That makes two of us then.”


“Jax,” you moaned. You couldn’t get enough of the feel of Jax’s lips pressed to your skin. He gave your thighs a squeeze. His lips curled up into a smirk. He loved hearing the sound of his name coming from your lips. 

He kissed his way up from your thighs back to your lips. He wanted to kiss every part of your body, run his hands over every curve, every inch of your skin. He had waited so long for this moment, and now that it was finally here, he wanted to savor every moment. He longed to feel more of you. 

“Jax,” you breathed, pulling him closer to you. 

Everything had happened so fast. You and Jax were talking, then suddenly you were clawing at each other’s clothes. Before you knew what happened, you found yourself in his bed, your bodies pressed together, your limbs tangled up. You fit together so perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle. Like you belonged together all along. 

“Say my name,” he whispered into your ear. You felt a shiver run down your spine. You needed to feel more of him. 

“Jax.” You pulled at his hips. You wanted him more than you had ever wanted anything before. You needed him like a drug. You wanted to feel every part of him. 

Jax’s strong hands gripped your hips. He worked his way between your thighs and spread your legs apart with his knees. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he breathed, pressing a kiss to your neck. You let out a satisfied moan as he entered you for the first time.


You stood in front of Jax’s bed, pulling on last night’s clothes that had just been scattered on his bedroom floor mere moments before. Jax was at the front of the clubhouse. You had sent him to get coffee while you showered and got dressed. You had woken up this morning, lying naked in the arms of your best friend. You needed a few moments alone to gather your thoughts. 

You ran through all the events of last night in your mind. It had been the best and quite possibly the most confusing night of your life. You weren’t sure how you felt about what happened or what you thought just yet. Hell, you weren’t sure how it all even happened. You hadn’t had much time to think about it all. All you knew was that you were the happiest you had been in years. And that’s all you cared about at the moment. You would figure everything else out later.

“I think I’m in love with you,” Jax blurted, snapping you back to reality. 

You looked up to see Jax standing in the doorway of his room. He had been watching you for several minutes, but you were so lost in your own thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed. Your eyes grew wide as your mind processed what Jax had just said. “What?”

His lips formed a smirk, but his hands shook with nerves. “You heard me.”

You watched him for a moment, feeling as if all the air had just been knocked out of you. You couldn’t believe the words that had just escaped Jax’s lips. You had secretly wanted to hear him say those words for years, but you never expected that he ever would. And now that he finally had, you couldn’t even form a response. You were left speechless.  

Jax swallowed hard and smiled nervously. “Now would be a really good time for you to say something, babe.” 

Your face broke out into a smile. “I think I love you too,” you said breathlessly. 

Jax’s face erupted into a grin. “Thank God.” He crossed the room and wrapped his muscular arms around your waist. “I’ve been waiting to hear you say that for longer than you know, babe.” He placed a kiss on top of your head. Everything was finally falling into place, and Jax couldn’t be happier.

Imagine The Cloak of Levitation trying to start sexy time between you and Doctor Strange

After another late night spent at the library reading trough countless scrolls and pages I’ve convinced myself that it’s time to go to bed.

As I made my way to the excruciatingly long hallway I tried to conceal the echo of my heavy foot steps against the wooden floors but my desperation for the softness of my sheets only grew louder. I opened my door to find a sleeping, beautiful and angelic Y/N curled up on her side of the bed  that we recently started sharing. I smirked at the sight of my precious love looking so peaceful calm and happy as I moved closer to join her.

Exhaustion had gotten the best of me for I clumsily threw myself on the soft pile of pillows fully dressed, with both my boots, sling ring and cloak. I attempted to gather strenght to remove them but the sudden, much needed comfort and Y/N’s warmth were luring me to sleep.

I felt something move near my leg, I assumed it was Y/N inching closer for a cuddle session which she loved so much. 

- ‘’ Stephen…stop it. ‘’ - I heard her playful giggle ringing from under the covers. 

I was simply too tired to respond so I brushed it of as sleep talk.

- ‘’ Stephen.. ‘’- I heard her voice lingering much closer to me now, before pressing her head upon my chest.

- ‘’ I’m not doing anything, my love.’’- I muttered half asleep.

-’’ Oh?’’ - the concern in her voice was audible but my current state didn’t allow me to investigate further into it, and i simply dosed off.

Soon the room went silent, the only rang to be heart was the slow, in sync rythm of our beating hearts. Trough my sleep I could hear a faint moan or two every once in a while but i assumed it was Y/N trying to get comfortable, until I noticed my body was moving without my influence. 

I sprung awake, barely managing to detain a frightened scream and my eyes opened in shock as i saw The Cloak of Levitation pushing me closer to my sleeping lover. Y/N, awoken by the sudden movements around her was soon to join the game that the red magic cloth decided to play with us as she was tangled into the red fabric shortly after. I felt the corners of the fabric push my hands towards her thighs and she couldn’t help but be pushed against my crotch. As soon as I snapped out of my state of confusion I yelled - ‘’ Enough.’’

The sharp sound of my voice carried itself beyond the walls of my bedroom and I heard its faint echo die in the hallway. immediately Y/N and I were released from the magic grip and we both stared into each others eyes for a few brief seconds. 

-’’ I am very sorry about that.’’ - I panted whilst trying to catch my breath as the anger was leaving my system. 

-’’ It won’t happen again.’’ - I forced myself out of bed in order to put the red hazard away for the night.

Y/N just nodded and attempted to make herself comfortable once again, I soon joined her in her peaceful state.

Before drifting off into sleep i placed a gentle kiss onto her forehead -’’ Sleep tight, my love.’’ 

witch-for-ordinary replied to your post:Holy Smokes, Guys!

Oh sweety, congrats! How do you feel about some BuckySteveTony in a high heels situation? :))

(My first thought here was: BUT WHAT CONSTITUTES A HIGH HEELS SITUATION??? I really hope that wasn’t, like, a typo or something because I’ve now fully embraced my boys in some killer heels…)

There is no faster way to pull Tony out of his engineering zone than to convince JARVIS to cut his music mid-lyric, which also means that there’s no faster way to put Tony on the pissed-off offensive.

When AC/DC falls silent, Tony tenses where he’s lying back on a crawler, deep in the bowels of his car collection’s latest addition. He scoots out from under the jacked up sports car and turns his most ferocious glower on whoever has dared to interrupt his me time.

Except–well, it’s Steve and Bucky. And, technically, they have a kind of carte blanche permission to stroll on into the workshop whenever the urge strikes them because any time he gets to spend in the presence of his boyfriends is time well spent.

And an addendum to that exception–they’re both stalking towards him, familiar mulish expressions in place, but their typical level of Super-Soldier Looming is increased by startlingly sexy 4 inches given the stilettos they’re both sporting.

“What?” Tony’s gaping. Rather openly he might add, but who could honestly blame him in this situation?

“Tony!” Bucky demands, scowl set as he plants himself in front of Tony with his fists perched on his hips, which should look ridiculous because he’s wearing loose gym shorts and hideously expensive designer heels, but given that that’s all he’s wearing, Tony’s only managing to find it ridiculously hot. “Tell Stevie my legs are better built for heels than his!”

“Uh. What?”

Steve huffs and crosses his arms over his (also deliciously bare) chest and shifts his weight so that his hip juts out while his other leg stretches out oh-so-casually to put his insanely shapely calf on better display. “Tony, you mind explaining to Buck how completely off his rocker he is here?”

“What is happening?” Tony mutters dazedly. “Is this a dream? Is this heaven? Did I die and no one told me?”

“Focus, Stark!” The harsh click of Bucky’s metal fingers snapping together drags Tony’s eyes up from the gorgeous legs posed before him. “Who’s side are you on here, huh?”

“Uh…” Tony blinks. Looks at Bucky. Looks at Steve. Looks at Bucky’s legs. Looks at Steve’s legs. Signals behind his back a nifty little gesture that will ensure JARVIS backs up the workshop’s current feed, from all available angles, to his personal servers. And then he manages to roll his tongue back up and get it working again.

“There’s just no possible way for me to make a decision based solely on this. I need more data here, guys. Can’t make an informed decision without comparing all the possibilities. We’re gonna need wedges, sling-backs, platforms, boots, booties, definitely some peep-toes. JARVIS, get on it. Snap, snap. We’ll make it a mini fashion show. A fashion show just for me. In our bedroom. Right now. Yes, let’s go. You two first. I need to see the view from the back. Gonna need the 360 really, but we’ll start with this.”

They both pivot, smooth and graceful as they ever are, and Tony can only follow in their wake, drooling at the way the heels lend a natural sway to their hips. This is it, the highlight of his life, it’s all downhill from here. And he plans to enjoy every fucking second of it.

Advice re: dying boots please :)

So putting Arthur in turquoise this week reminded me how good he looks in it
So basically decided that instead of the black matchy matchy set I was going to buy, I’m just going to buy another turquoise set and have one to trash and one for special occasions lol.

So basically
Want sling boots bc easy and also the only turquoise ones are open front, not proper tendon boots. Sheepskin is effort lol.
Legit nowhere sells them in turquoise
Want to but a white pair and dye them
How do I do this (like dye, rinse, dye, rinse several timee over??) and also avoid them dying his legs blue when he sweats ??

Thnx y'all