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König’s Eyes

eye contact with shy König (2500+ words)

“I can’t focus when you’re looking at me like that.”

How cute. For a man as big as König, you didn’t expect him to be so… shy? But he wasn’t shy. You’ve seen him engage with others, but then again they were always the same two or so people. Even now as we you watch him sitting, his frame seemingly taking up the entirety of the couch, he seemed to be relaxed and chill, exchanging a few words here and there with his friends.

Maybe you’d know if he was shy if you could see his face. After all, facial expressions showcase a lot regarding a person’s behavior. But it was always hidden under that stupid headgear of his.

But honestly? Who cares? Not when the fabric of his pants were clinging on for dear life around his thighs. It seemed to bunch up around his crotch, fabric riding up at every movement König made. You don’t know if you’re going crazy but you could’ve sworn that the pure tightness of the pants showed every movement of his muscle, contracting and flexing at every turn.

If you touched his thighs, do you think you could feel it? The sheer strength and power that lays right underneath those pants weren’t too far. The pants were the only barrier, a thin one at that, separating you from gripping his thighs as tightly as the pants were at this moment. If they were off, you would have access to his bare skin. His bare and contracting, powerful thighs….. stop.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath in. Counting to 3, you slowly exhale before opening your eyes, staring up at the ceiling deciding whether or not to call it a night and go home. You weren’t too keen on staying out late and just drinking all night knowing there was work to be done tomorrow. But that sounded like it was a problem for future you.

Your mind wonders again on what König is up to. You look away from the ceiling to glance at him and oh? He’s looking at you. But just as you catch him, he looks away quickly. Was he pretending that he wasn’t looking? Cute.

You finished your drink before signaling to your bartender you were leaving the bar. They gave you a nod before picking up your empty glass to put away. You look towards where König is sitting. Your stare must’ve been heavy because he soon glanced at you. You saw his eyes slightly widen before once again he started to look elsewhere. That wouldn’t do.

You got up and started walking towards him. König tilted his head in curiosity at your approaching figure, eyes darting back and forth from his friends to you. He felt his vision shake as you leaned down close to his face.

“Can I sit here?” you asked. He nodded and so you slid in beside him. You moved around a bit to get comfortable and glanced at him, almost laughing when you realized how stiff and still he was. You poked him a little but it sent him flying up, huge eyes turning to you fast in question.

“Just making sure you weren’t dead by how frozen you were,” you grinned at him. He huffed before relaxing his body, leaning back on the couch with you,” You could’ve called my name.”

You let out a laugh,” Where’s the fun in that?” König glances at you and rolls his eyes. You settle further into the couch, the soft cushions doing wonders to your back. You feel tears gathering in your eyes, blurring your vision as a yawn creeps upon you. You blink them away before settling your gaze on König’s side profile, wondering what expression he was making under the mask.

Was he as tired as me? Hmm. You felt your gaze lowering as they once again settled on his thighs with those tight, tight pants on. You weren’t that far away, just a hand away and you could feel it pulsing under your fingers. “You’re staring,” König muttered.

“Huh?” You look up, kind of embarrassed at being caught at this close proximity. However, the embarrassment quickly went away as soon as you caught a hint of red under that gear of his. It seemed to blossom suddenly, making it seem like his face was flushed and rosy. Even the gear couldn’t hide the fact that he was nervous from your stares. It could conceal it, sure, but the tiny evidence was seen on the eye sockets of the gear as well as his nervous, stumbling demeanor.

His eyes also revealed his nervousness. They seemed to be doing flips, darting from you to elsewhere, not able to keep eye contact or look at you in general, “I-I said you’re staring.”

You can feel a smile creeping onto your face at the small stutter,” Sorry, what was that?”

König huffs a little and stays quiet much to your disappointment. You wish and want him to say more but you don’t want to push him. He has trouble enough interacting with others, you don’t want to add to the number. You were content with the small exchanges knowing that this conversation, although dry and short, was good. Unsatisfying, yes, but still good progress. Maybe with more interactions like this, you could decrease his shyness around you so you could talk with him more freely.

You stand up, stretching to release the tension in your body to prepare for the trip back to your place. You check your pockets to make sure you have your wallet and everything else on you before digging your keys out. You then turn to König, giving him a smile,” I think I’m gonna head back now. I’ll see you next time, yeah?”

König looks at you, blinking rapidly as if he was trying to process your words. You tilt your head, questioning him with your eyes to see if he would say anything. It didn’t have to be grand, but you did hope he’d say bye verbally, just to hear his voice.

Eventually, he stopped blinking and looked up at you, but at the same time not at you? It seemed like he was just staring at your forehead or something beyond you. He then nodded. You squint your eyes knowing this was his response to your goodbye. You feel your nerves hitting you but gather yourself quickly, knowing König just had a hard time talking and you shouldn’t get upset. You gave him a small smile again,” Alright, good night, Konig.”

You turn to leave and start walking towards the exit of the bar, saying your goodbyes to your other friends on the way out. As you reach the outside of the bar, you pause to look up at the night sky, stars decorating every inch of the world above you. It reminds you of König’s eyes, how they seemed to sparkle and twinkle when he found something he liked. How his eyes seemed to carry his thoughts and feelings, but were always closed off to you due to the lack of eye contact from him.

Your mind then wonders to your small interactions with König. You know you said tonight was good progress, but it was still frustrating. You let out a sigh of disappointment but looking at sky would do for now. You considered it to be König’s second pair of eyes and would gaze at the night sky, imagining it was him looking back at you, showing you his inner self and leaving himself to be dissected by you so you could understand his thoughts and feelings.

“Hey.”

You turn quickly in surprise at the sudden voice calling out for you, stumbling a bit in the progress. You let a breath out in relief when you realized it was just König staring down at you in worry. He managed to mumbled out an apology while you gathered yourself from your previous shock and stumble, wondering what the man was up to. It wasn’t like him to suddenly come after you.

“Is everything alright, König?”

His eyes darted around, seemingly going up and down and sideways and just about anywhere that wasn’t you. You squint your eyes at his strange behavior as you analyze him, noticing how he seemed to be slouching and crouched as if trying to make himself seem smaller. He was fumbling with his fingers, not to the point where it was noticeable but the small taps and sliding gave it away. You stared at the man in front of you, worry starting to creep in at his bizarre behavior. This wasn’t the usual nervousness he displayed and you were starting to feel anxious yourself, “König, seriously, is everything alright? You’re starting to freak me out.”

“I can’t focus when you’re staring at me like that.”

You take a small, sharp breath in, body freezing in shock as you try to process his words,” What?”

König looks down at his feet, his hands tightly wrapped around each other,” I try my best, but I can’t. You just… do something to me. I-I try to talk but your gaze just makes me clam up and then I can’t focus or talk and-“

“Okay, okay, big guy. I get it,” you laugh at his rambling, knowing he’d continue on and on if you didn’t interrupt. And as tempting as it was to let him continue, the man in front of you looked like he was about to die of nervousness. Coming up to you and saying all this must have taken great courage and you were proud of König for taking that step.

“König, I understand it takes you time to feel comfortable and speak with people. So please don’t worry too much. I value our small conversations,” you reassure him, reaching out toward his hands to take them apart to instead hold each of his hands in yours. You hold it between the both of you before squeezing it, waiting patiently for him to look at you.

And while it took a minute, he looked down at his hands that were held together with yours and then looked at you shyly, “ I just feel like I chased you away. I wanted you to stay, but in the end, even saying goodbye was too hard. I’m sorry.”

You grin at him, looking at his twinkling eyes that conveyed his regret,” As long as you continue to look at me, I’ll forgive you anytime for anything.” You see the familiar red settle around his eyes through the sockets of the headgear, knowing König was blossoming once again. He quickly looked away from your gaze but kept his hands conjoined with yours. Your grin widens into a big, fat smile at this tiny victory.

You bring his hands towards your lips, softly kissing at his knuckles,” Looking away so soon?” You loved the way his knuckles felt on your lips, hoping the shape, texture, and feeling of the small kiss would be ingrained in your brain. But what you wished and hoped most of all was that your brain would remember the way König turned to look at you, eyes wide in shock at the sudden kiss on his hands, a small noise escaping his mouth as he jolted in surprise,” W-what?!”

You lowered his hands down from your mouth, but did not let go. Instead, you clasped your hands around his and pulled causing him to stumble towards you. The small stumble caused the two of you to stop holding hands as he fell into your embrace. Your hands held onto his waist in order to stabilize him while his hands were on top of your shoulders, holding onto you for support. The position was laughable as the roles should’ve been switched due to König’s size. But you didn’t want to switch the roles, this felt right. It worked for you because having him lean onto you for support was doing something to you.

It made you want to take care of him. It made you want him to see you as a safe and open person that he could go to and depend on. You didn’t realize you were subconsciously gripping onto his waist more and more until he tapped your shoulders. You looked up at him loosening your grip but not letting go, giving him a small, bright smile,” Clumsy, aren’t you, König?”

He huffs as he rolls his eyes and then looked down at you trying to make eye contact. He seemed like he was smiling back by the way his eyes seemed to crinkle and become shaped like crescents. You bring him closer to you by pulling on his waist,” If I knew it only took a small stumble to have you on me, I’d have done it sooner.”

He gives a small laugh at that,” I’m surprised you held back this long. I know you stare.”

You tilt your head in curiosity, wondering what he was hinting at. He must’ve seen your confused look because he cleared his throat and looked away from your questioning gaze,” You know… the stares. In there. At my.. you know.”

You blink trying to process at what he was trying to convey. His slow, delayed speech was making your brain short circuit. Hmm, lets see. In the bar staring at his what? Oh! Oh. You let out a loud laugh and he crouches down and rests his head on your shoulder as if trying to hide his embarrassment. You lean the side of your head onto his head and continue laughing,” Should I stop staring? Maybe it’ll help you focus.”

You felt him shake his head no as he began to switch from holding your shoulders with his hands to wrapping both of his arms around you, his head still buried on you neck as he hid in embarrassment. He muffled something and you lifted your head a little from his and turned to try to look at him, your hands softly squeezing his waist in question,” I can’t hear you, König.”

He rose up from his hiding place and looked down at you, arms still around you,” I said continue staring….looking at me. Please, have your eyes on me at all times.”

As you gaze into his eyes, you see it twinkle and sparkle. You could have sworn they were brighter than the night sky at that moment. No, you don’t swear, you know. His eyes are the brightest.

His eyes seemed to be like a door made for you to unlock, so that you may gaze inside his brain to see it filled with feelings and thoughts of you. But you felt the same way. It felt as though nothing but König filled your head. It was overflowing and you could not think or imagine anything else. Your plans of going home were destroyed and you honestly didn’t know what to do anymore. All you wanted to do was stay here with König in your embrace, your hands on his waist, his arms wrapped around you, his eyes gazing down into your eyes for what seemed like the longest time ever. This was where you wanted to be forever.

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Grizi realising he’s a sub? Maybe she’s on top and she’s praising him and stuff and it just slips out but the way he says it just turns her on even more and it’s the start of something beautiful

Submissive (Smut)

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You’d been initiating sex a lot more often lately, needing Anto’s cock like nothing else. Antoine was happy to go along, loving the way you went after what you wanted.

As usual, you were waiting for him when he got home from training, pouncing on him the moment he walked through the door. A few minutes later, Anto was on his back as you rode him, looking up at you as you bounced up and down on his cock.

“Fuuuck you feel so good,” you groaned, your nails raking down his chest as you picked up the pace. “I’m gonna cum soon.”

The plea was out before he could stop it. “S'il vous plaît, Maîtresse,” he whined, his fingers digging into your ass. “Please may I cum?”

You were so stunned you stopped riding him, looking down at him with a small smile. It didn’t take long for his words to settle in and you took his chin in your hand. “Be a good boy and I might let you,” you replied, slowly starting to ride him again.

After that, Antoine was desperate to see that side of you again and you easily took to your dominatrix role. It wasn’t long before you were denying Antoine’s orgasms or edging him into oblivion, loving the way he responded to his Maîtresse.

😘: @footballffbarbiex | @sunslittlesister

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Ethan Landry as a Boyfriend Headcanons (SFW AND NSFW)

I was bored so rewatched Scream 6 and these just popped into my mind, hope you enjoy!

Warning/s: 18+, Fem!AFAB!Girlfriend, language, mentions of smut, oral, p in v, riding, sub!Ethan, begging, mentions of orgasm denial, degrading kink, praise kink, sweet and soft Ethan, you get the picture

Word count: approx 600

SFW

Very, very clingy. Feels completely out of touch when he’s not around you. The boy will follow you around like a little lost puppy

Big on physical contact. He likes to always be holding your hand or have your arm tucked into his

Yah, he’s touch starved

He’s literally obsessed with you.

Like, to the point where it’s probably concerning to those around you

He’s a shy little bastard though

Gets overstimulated in large groups of people so will absolutely cling to you for dear life in malls

But he really likes going shopping with you and helping you pick out clothes

He absolutely LOVES when you play with his hair

He’ll lie with his head on your lap for hours just relishing in the feeling of your fingers running through his curls

Likes to fall asleep with you in his arms, or the other way round depending

He’s a big spoon little spoon switch for REAL

He blushes every time you pay him a compliment

“You look really nice today, baby”

INSTANTLY RED. How cute is he?

Bless his heart, he’s not a good cook at all so you’re the one who ends up doing the cooking

But he’ll try his best to help until you have to kick him out of the kitchen for somehow burning water

But he’ll sit at the table and watch you cook away with a big old smile on his face

Doesn’t really use pet names himself, but loves it when you call him “baby,” “babe,” and “honey.”

His love languages are quality time, physical touch and words of affirmation

He could sit and listen to you talk about your day forever

He’s the best to gossip with

“And then he told her to fuck off!”

“Shut up, no he didn’t? What happened next??“

Such a good boyfriend, right?

NSFW

He’s a needy little fucker

Like HONESTLY so fucking needy

Such a sub it’s not even funny

Two words: PUSSY WORSHIP

He’ll literally be begging to eat you out until you cum

Over and over again

Will always want to make sure you’ve had at least a couple of orgasms before he even gets his cock out

LOVES when you fuck his face, I don’t make the rules

Absolute master of eating pussy

Guys got the kind of mouth invented for going down

Loves messily sucking on your clit and getting your juices all over his face

He’s such a slut for you, he’d go out of his way to make you feel good

Don’t ask me why, but he’s a thigh and tits kinda guy and pussy obviously

He likes when you’re on top when having sex, completely dominating and taking full control

He himself doesn’t have a dominant bone in his body

Begs really prettily

He absolutely 100% whimpers

He’s so fucking vocal

Likes when you pull his hair when you’re fucking him

Really riles him up

Won’t say it, but loves to be denied of release

Actively wants you to deny him so that when you grant him permission, the satisfaction is just oh so much better

Again, won’t say it but he loves when you’re blowing him and after he already cums you keep sucking

THAT kind of over stimulation? He likes

He’ll be sobbing, saying “thank you, thank you” over and over again when you let him cum

Likes when you look into his eyes while blowing him too. Does all kinds of things to him

Goes absolutely wild when you praise him

He’s playing with your clit just right?

“You’re such a good boy, baby.”

He’d be trying not to bust then and there

He also loves being degraded

Call him pathetic and needy and he’ll be a whimpering mess, almost sobbing from your words and especially if you’re overstimulating him

But balance out the praise and degradation

He’s a very sensitive guy in more ways than one

When you’re riding him he’ll be gazing up at you, hands on your hips watching your tits bouncing and just feel like he’s in heaven

Loves loves loves when you touch yourself in front of him

Really enjoys lazy, early morning sex

But loves long sessions in the afternoon even more

As I said, deny him and he’ll last as long as he can

Don’t deny him? Baby will cum just from eating you out alone he fucking loves it

What can I say? He’d do anything that brings you pleasure. He’s just that kinda guy

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Hear me out whiny!Ethan landry fic or headcannon

whiny!ethan landry headcannon

• he is perhaps the most vocal man you’ve ever met

• but you’d better be sure his whines and moans are music to your ears

• as uni students, you both spend enormous amounts of time on your individual classes, which can lead to time spent away from each other

“pleaseee will you touch me mommy (im sorry i had to slip it in), I promise I’ll make you feel so good, i swear”

you’re sitting cross cross on his bed, working intently on your laptop while he lays behind you, pressing soft kisses to your neck

and obviously him moaning and begging in your ear has you feeling some kind of way, but you really do need to focus

once he realizes he needs to wait a while until your attention can be on him, he gets a bit restless, and lets out a sigh of defeat as you continue typing away

• this man is actually such a slut for you, it’s insane he gets anything done since you two got together

• part of being whiny means ethan being so needy for you, no matter where he is

• even if it’s inconvenient for him to be touching you anywhere, he will beg and whine for you to let him, either until he gets to touch you, or until you punish him for being desperate

“please, please, let me eat your pussy…” “ethan, we’re in the library” “…no one’s around, and i won’t make any noises, i promise”

he’s always so eager to touch you, whenever and wherever he can. doesn’t even need to be sexual

“…sweetheart, you don’t always have to hold my hand,” you look down at your conjoined hands with a pointed look on your face. “i know, but i just want to be near you,” he practically pouts

will get pouty and whiny if you don’t let him touch you, and will act bratty until you let him

• i have to mention this man’s moans and whines

• as i’ve mentioned, he’s very vocal, and when he’s desperate for anything, it goes up 10x

he’ll practically be screaming in bed, especially when he’s close, and loses his breath quickly doing so

this results in the the lewdest and loudest whines and moans you have ever heard, and they’re truthfully enough to have your pussy throbbing

but oh. good. lord. when it comes to pegging, this man is extraordinarily vocal

with his back arching, ass pressing against you as he moans out and clenches around the strap, his poor brain can’t decide if it wants you to slow down, or speed up and wreck him

this conflict results in ethan just losing his ability to speak, and his brain turns numb and can only let out whines and whimpers for you

• he’s so big on being praised, and the slightest stroke on his face combined with a soft praise has him preening in your hands

• ethan landry has the BIGGEST praise kink known to man, and will beg and whine for more praises to poor from your mouth, no matter what you’re doing

he can truly cum just from you praising him, and he knows this, and begs for you to praise him, just so your voice can get him closer

• when he has to restrain himself (either from cumming or from touching you or himself), he starts to whine for your touch and your help

“fuck mommy please, i cant last much longer,” he’s been lying on your bed naked, watching you watch him as he falls apart while you touch yourself

he can feel himself getting closer without even touching himself as he watches you touch your pussy, whining out when you moan his name

• although he likes being praised, and as i’ve said, can get off solely on it, he’s big on being degraded

trust me when i tell you there is NOTHING like ethan sobbing and whining as you degrade him

although he knows he shouldn’t like it as much as he does when you call bim degrading names, he can’t help but moan out and whine for you to keep doing it

“baby look at you, nothing but a fucking whore for mommy, only here for my pleasure, huh?” your words make his back arch as he whines out broken cries and screams of “mommy!”, desperately holding on to any sanity he has

• he is such a simple minded teen boy, that anything to do with you has him whining and writhing just for you, and only you

• he truly is a slut for you, and holy shit, does he earn that title

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it is incredibly late after a long day, yet this writing was much needed, PLEASE keep the ethan requests coming!! 🫶🫶

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THOMAS SHELBY REALTIONSHIP HEADCANONS

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DREAMS (1990) dir. AKIRA KUROSAWA

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oo more b-rabbit please and maybe touchstarved reader x touchstarved b-rabbit/jimmy

A/N: I'm very sorry for long respond! But I didn't have much time earlier.

Touchstarved B-rabbit x touchstarved reader hc's

PAIRING: Jimmy Smith Jr x reader

WARNINGS: bad grammar

CONTAINS: fluff

SONG: Me and Your Mama - Childish Gambino

gif is NOT mine

Jimmy is touchstarved for 100%!!

he wants to touch you ALL THE TIME!

he needs to touch you ALL THE TIME!

when he have a chance to touch you anywhere, he will do it without hesitation!

when he have a bad day, he just cuddle with you rest of the day

he loves putting his head on your chest, wrap his arms around your waist and tangled your legs together

and when you start playing with his hair?! he's over the moon!

when you two go out he have to hold your hand and when he sees some guy looking at you for too long he'll just wrap his arm around your waist

when he can't touch you fully at the moment he'll just hold your pinkie

or he'll softly stroke your thigh with his pinkie

Jimmy, whenever he sees you're tired or in a bad mood, he'll put you in his lap, slowly and softly stroke your head and sing

he'll softly sing for you to calm you down cuz he knows how much you love his voice

when you're watching a movie together, you have to be on top of him

just lay on him that's everything he needs!

he can reach every part of you, he have your face close to his and he's body to body which is very relaxing for him

I think he have very cold hands so he likes putting them under your t-shirt when you don't pay attention

he feels like he's protecting you when he's touching you

but that's just what he needs - you!

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BLACK ADAM (2022) Aldis Hodge as Carter Hall / Hawkman

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Lynn Whitfield portraying Josephine Baker,The Josephine Baker Story, 1991

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Hungry For Your Living Kiss || Loki Smut

sub TDW!Loki x dom fem!reader

Summary: Loki has been locked up in his cell on Asgard for a while. You are one of Frigga’s maids and visit Loki regularly to bring him new books, as ordered by Frigga herself. The only difference: you choose to hand them over in person.

Loki has developed an interest in you but he’s buried too deep in guilt and self-hatred to do anything about it.

When you visit him again after he wakes up from a nightmare, Loki finally cracks.

Words: 5.7k

Warnings: NSFW! 18+  sub!Loki, dom!reader, face-slapping, praise kink, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, body worship, trauma, Loki having a panic attack, mentions of torture under Thanos, discussion of consent and boundaries, Loki being a soft cinnamon roll

Well, there we go. I’ve actually written smut for once, big surprise! This fic kinda developed a mind of its own at some point and now this is the end result. I don’t know what happened… 😂

Thanks to @lokisgoodgirl​ for inspiring me and being a cheerleader, and also thanks to @lokischambermaid​ for encouraging me to actually go through with writing this nonsense. I hope you enjoy it.

@muddyorbsblr​ I hope you like this too!

I haven’t written smut in a long time, so this is basically my first official attempt in… 3 years, I think. Please be kind. 😅

The title is inspired by the poem “If I Was Dead” by Carol Ann Duffy. I love her poetry and every single one of her works gives me Loki vibes. I can only recommend you check it out.

Loki stared grimly into the dungeon hallway, his vision obscured by the orange glow of Asgardian magic trapping him in this dreaded cage.

With nothing to do but reading.

And maybe waiting on new material – not that he was concerned about the plays and mythology retellings his mother kept bringing to him.

“The books I sent, do they not interest you?”

Loki bit back a comment about how he was far more interested in the maid delivering them than he cared about the books themselves. He paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself before he turned away from the wall to face his mother.

“Is that how I am to wile away eternity?”

Loki’s voice was calm, though the words sent a flash of pain through him.

Trapped in this cell, forgotten by the world. All alone.

Bitterly, he added, “Reading.”

“I’ve done everything in my power to make you comfortable, Loki.”

Frigga’s calm words carried a certain emotion that he couldn’t quite place. Loki looked up at his mother, interrupting his mindless pacing around the cell.

“Have you?” he asked slowly.

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CUTE AS A FUCKIN' BUTTON MASTERLIST

18+

Baker!Steve x Mob!Reader

Series Status: Ongoing

Series Summary: Steve is the owner of the cute new bakery in town, and he's purer than anyone you've ever known. You can feel him melting your ice heart, but you don't mind a single bit.

Content Warning: Mob!Reader x Baker!Steve, Mob!Sam x Mob!Bucky, fluff, mature themes, flirting, soft!steve, violence, mention of weapons, organized crime, eventual smut (dom!reader x sub!steve, mommy kink, specific warnings in each part).

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

DRABBLES

steve gets protective during a meeting

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Octavia St. Laurent, Paris Is Burning, 1990

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HELLO. I HAVE A REQUEST, I ADORE YOUR WRITING- ok so.. headcanons for reader being a wolf and being their mate? how the cullens would react/feel, stuff like that. you don't have to do everyone, just whoever you're inspired to write for. if you do this, thank you very much. <3

ILY SUNSHINE YOU’RE ONE OF MY FAVOURITE WRITERS THIS MEANS SO MUCHHH❤️😭 @joelsgeetar

The Cullens with a Wolf S/o

Alice would NOT care at all she’s finally found her person and she’ll be dammed if she lets you push her away.

After the initial shock to the both of you because it’s never been heard of for a full vampire and a wolf are mates

Most of these will take place during the training scene in Eclipse

When your furry body hit the edge of the trees and your eyes landed on hers, you saw everything, Waking up next to her, helping her pick outfits, taking her for rides on your back ect

 almost immediately everyone picked up on the bond

Sam was snarling moving closer to Alice, he immediately picked up on the fact that you had just imprinted on a vampire

When you growled at Sam and ran too Alice’s side Sam was shocked that you defied him, you were protective of your mate

Alice loves coordinating outfits with you

She always gets your opinion on clothes

Expect to be spoiled, once Emmett got you a dog toy for Christmas it’s safe too say he’s terrified to get on your bad side, he had a wolf chasing him all the way to Canada

Jasper didn’t care that you were a shape-shifter he’s just happy he has someone too spend eternity with

You weren’t happy you imprinted on him he’s a Cullen! You stayed away from him for a few weeks until it started to hurt, you felt lost like a piece of you was missing then you realized Jasper was the one piece

When Edward told Jasper that you wanted too formerly meet him now that your lives weren’t in danger he immediately said yes

Jasper loves racing you in the woods

Please give him a ride on your back he’ll melt

My man’s a simp no one can convince me otherwise, he’s stuck on everything you do it can be the most simple tasks and he’ll be praising you

If you console him and his past he’ll cry if he could

Someone be my Jasper🕳👩‍🦯

Im sorry these were shitty😭

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I wish you were my mummy

Word Count: 6,325 Demetri x Child OC x Swan OC Warnings: Fluff, Angst

Polly was only covering for their usual secretary Gianna, who had been given time off to say goodbye to her dying mother, who sadly passed whilst she was there and Aro had kindly extended her time off to allow her to bury her mother.

Polly wanted immortality but knew once Gianna returned from leave, she would likely be killed as she would no longer serve a purpose, so she came up with an idea to seduce one of the guards, hoping that he would care enough to change her instead of allowing her to be killed when the time came. Her idea evolved after she overheard some of the guards talking about Renesmee Cullen, a half vampire / half human child.

Demetri was known to be friendly and somewhat flirty with the fairer sex but had never taken a secretary to bed before as there was always a chance, a small chance but a chance nonetheless that they could be turned and he’d have to see them every day. After a week or two of Polly’s shameless flirting with him, he decided to sleep with her knowing Aro had decided Polly would be killed upon Gianna’s return…Polly wasn’t that good at her job and Aro liked Gianna as she was very efficient. As arranged, following guard duty one Friday evening he knocked on Polly’s door and entered to find her dressed in very little.

To say Demetri was shocked when he discovered Polly was pregnant with his child was an understatement, he had been careful, used protection…he made sure of it. Unknown to him Polly had lied, she wasn’t on birth control and after he left her room, she attempted to impregnate herself using a turkey baster and the contents of his discarded condom. ‘hopefully this works’ she thought to herself having seen this technique work in a TV show she had seen recently. 

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Eric Imagines Pt. 10

How Eric says “I love you”:

Gentle kisses when no one is looking

Hugs from behind with words whispered in your ear

Love bites on your neck for everyone to see

“I’m so lucky”

A hot bath waiting for you after work

him joining you

Love poems stuck under your mug of coffee in the morning

Stories told in a husky voice as you fall asleep in his arms

Doing chores so you don’t have to

“You’re mine”

Remembering the little things

Movie marathons on the couch during days off

Make outs in empty hallways

Making you feared by initiates (and members)

Your name mumbled into your hair when he’s half asleep

Grabbing your lunch for you when you’re too busy

Callused hands running over your skin, massaging your back and neck

“I love you”

Always having his hands on you no matter what

Playfully smacking your butt when you walk away

Pulling on the ends of your hair lightly when he’s bored

The sound of his breath getting heavier

“God, you look gorgeous”

Proud smirks at those that watch you as you walk into a room

and maybe a few glares too

A tattoo that symbolizes all that you are to him not matter the fact that you insist he could regret it later

“I could never regret anything that involves you”

Muscles arms around you when laying next to each other in bed

Lazily tracing your tattoos with his finger

Constantly being rough but finding ways to be gentle

Bruises on your hips in the shape of his hands

Content sighs as you move in closer to him

A hand on you at all times

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⌗ ─ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 ❜ eddie munson ɞ

─ synopsis ⨾ eddie munson was never the relationship type. not until he saw you. ( eddie munson having a crush on you headcanons )

❛ warnings ∿ pure fluff because it's what we deserve!! abrupt ending because i have no idea when to stop.

❛ pairings ∿ eddie munson x gn!reader

❛ eli’s thoughts ∿ no thoughts, just pure eddie. enjoy these headcanons i whipped up!

This man gets so nervous around you. If he hasn't been loud and ramble-y at this point— trust that it'll get 2x as much when you're around.

He adores the sound of your laugh, its heavenly to him (and also gives him a little ehem ego boost that you think he's funny). His gestures and story-telling get more expressive, just to make you smile.

Cue tears for fears, because he's literally head over heels for you. He's thinking about almost as much as he thinks about D&D. Speaking of D&D, he'll always try to subtly ask you join his campaign.

"Y'know, we're needing a sub since Sinclair has officially joined the basketball team," he tilts his head to the side with a grin on his face. "And I think you'd be a great addition to the team."

Definitely would call your name loudly from across the cafeteria to invite you to join him at his table.

The only one he would ask opinions on songs he wrote. Sometimes he'd give you the ones he wrote about you, and hopes you like them. (Would be soul-crushing for him if you didn't, but he'd never say it outloud).

Purposely find ways to run into you (not very subtle about it either).

"Speak of the devil. Y/N! I didn't know hung out here," he crosses his arms across his chest. He prays you can't tell how red he is.

"At the grocery store?" You reply with a raised brow.

He comfort you if any of the jocks or cheerleaders made fun of you. Wrapping one arm around you, and you rest your head on his shoulder, his soft curls tickling your face.

"Y/N, c'mon. They're pricks who throw balls into laundry baskets, who gives a shit about what they think?"

Occasionally calls you 'sweetheart' or 'babe' just to see how you'd react. He thinks that's enough to show how he really feels about you. (Obviously not..)

In the end, he almost comes clean to you about his (massive) crush on you. But decides against it out of fear of rejection. He's a freak, and although he's against societal norms and cliques, he doesn't want you branded as a weirdo too.

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Oh my God. I did that quiz thats going around on tiktok and I'm SOBBING IF THIS IS ACCURATE TO YOU GUYS