If love is a dagger Thanos really shoulda been more appreciative
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dead of night | bucky barnes
SUMMARY || you disclose your biggest fantasy; to be fucked by the winter soldier.
PAIRING || bucky barnes/winter soldier x f!reader
WORD COUNT || 2,435 words
WARNINGS || established relationship [wife/husband], bucky doesn’t turn into the winter soldier [just roleplays as him], soldat kink, authority kink, praise kink, language kink [russian], mention of death, dog tag kink, ruined kink [reader cry’s from blowing bucky + from being edged], blowjob [deepthroating/face-fucking], knife kink, power kink [bucky has the strength to k*ll reader], mocking & degradation [calling reader dumb, stupid, pathetic, etc…], boot riding/humping [alludes to], clothes ripping [by knife], crying kink [dacryphilia], unprotected sex, bucky restraints readers hands, breeding kink, all of this is consensual between reader & bucky — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI
NOTES || i have no words
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What do people think of the new blog look? Xx
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This has always hit different, I remember watching this scene and I could never relate more to a character 😢 and now I’ve just stopped trying
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I started watching game of thrones finally. I’ve watched the first two episodes and that’ll have to be it until the weekend because there’s no sky on the Tv at my mums place
But I’m tempted when I finish a bunch of requests to write for it….
Next chapter is in the works hun. And basically they’ll be more of him fucking up revealed soon 😬
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙧
Summary; lee revels in the affects of his mistake, guilty with the knowledge that he once, in his younger years, would have never treated you in such a way. He has broken that trust, and he is urgent to get it back, though, he has yet to make amends
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader
Warnings: angst, alcohol consumption, smut, fingering, threatening, mention of disappearance, flashback, fluff
Word Count: 2675
The Sheriff and the Murderer Masterlist
He had gone where the night took him; to the bar. There was a fire in his veins, and a jolt in his crotch to which had poised you with great insult. Lee didn’t know who he was anymore, he was well aware that he was the sheriff, everyone knew of that title that followed him around like a raven taunting the deaths of the town before his face. But being a well elected pointer of the society of Knockemstiff came with a price, no matter whom the eyes belonged to, all were judging him. He missed the good old days, where he thought only about your opinion. If word to spread about him fooling around with a married housewife, then all would crumble around him. It was an addiction, to be close to you, to have you as his own, to protect you at all costs. But now, he had colleagues whose respect he had to attain, and there was Simon…
That sickly man still had yet to appear out from the shadows of a dark alley, or from the crescent current of a river, dead or alive. When he had asked you, there had been defence in your tone; though now he understood his presumptuous mistake. He shouldn’t have fucked you first, it was demeaning, and whilst most men did that, he resented being like your husband in any way. He hadn’t raped you, but he had sourly taken advantage of you and he felt a sick flavour pooling onto his tongue. His task by law was to uncover Simon’s whereabouts, and as much as he wanted him to remain gone, the pressure was lathering down upon him. There was another victim of the man’s illegal antics; a woman who was high in the society, and as much as he wanted to arrest him for all that he had done to you, that wasn’t enough, and seemingly, you wouldn’t allow it.
His knuckles gripped the steering wheel with a frustrated might, he had yet to leave his vehicle. He could see the many silhouettes inside of the bar, smoking cigars and laughing. The man sighed as he left his cruiser, slamming the door shut as he steadily plodded towards the entrance of the establishment. Eyes fell to him as he went inside, it was expected, he was the sheriff after all. And thus he slumped in a stool, waving his hand over to the man with a moustache who tended the bar. He came over, sliding a glass of mount whiskey over to Lee, throwing the rag over his shoulder. “Seen Simon Priot around here?” Lee asked after taking a swig from the crystallised glass that was far too fancy for the dim scenery of the workspace.
“Copper over there asked the same thing.” The bartender nodded his chin into the corner, and as Lee turned, he saw him. Deputy Reeves. A smirk coiled onto said man’s face, making Lee’s own stoic and containing a writhing of anger. “No sign of him, hasn’t appeared in days. He missing or something?” Lee offered him a ‘no’, wanting to keep things under wraps as he abandoned his beverage, heading towards his associate, patting his hand down on the table before Reeves. A cigar was lit, the smoke ceremoniously wafting into the sheriff’s face, to which he hit away with his palm. There was an unimpressed expression on his face, he sat down, putting his weight down in the seat, as he stole the bottle of scotch that was in the middle of the set, and gulped down a large amount.
“You asked misses Prior yet? If not, then I may have to pay her a visit, hasn’t even filed a missing person’s report yet. I’d say that’s suspicious. You know who else didn’t like him? Your sister Sandy. It’s like your boxed in by suspects in your life, for all I know, you could have killed him. Did you Bodecker, I know you’ve done some dirty shit to people before. A bullet in the head often stops the word, this could be your pursuit of jealousy, we all know that you adore that lovely housewife. Know you visit her. Too bad she’s married, right?” Reeves sneered, and Lee huffed. He was putting him on the spot, and speaking this impossible scenarios that had his skin crawling. Y/n was far too scared to do anything to Simon, and Sandy was too busy with her partial road trips.
“This is over your head Reeves. Shut your trap, or else I’ll get you suspended, you intolerant vermin.” Lee spat, grasping the majority filled bottle in his hand, and fleeing the scene, leaving the mess to remain in its seat, tensing the bridge of his nose as he stomped away, abandoning his cruiser as he took steps and steps, until he ended up at a recognised door. He knocked ravenously on the door until he earned a reply, and when he did, Sandy looked disappointed in his presence. She cocked the door ajar for him to enter, and he found himself having memorised his direction to
A bottle was pursed in his steel grip, as Sandy ran around the kitchen, cleaning up the mess that had become of her home. She was usually in a rush, but Lee was not only the sheriff but her brother, no matter if she were busy fooling around, he was welcome. Though he was not so sure he would be if he told her of his grave mistake, he had broken her best friend, been kicked out of her home, all because his hands made a stride at her, before his mouth opened.
He was utmost certain that she would give him a well deserved whack, you were her best friend after all. And thus here he was, wallowing in his own self pity, whilst participating in a notion of regret, chugging alcohol as though he were a teenager once again. It was an issue; he had to drink to rid himself of all his self quarrels, and the thoughts of all he hadn’t strode towards. Despite being the town sheriff, lee bodecker was a coward, and a pathetic one at that. If he found simon, he would punch him directly in the face, cursing him for all the harm that he had sentenced into his life.
Authority was his ordeal, he revelled in the power that it granted him, though, he was not always one to use it in the correct ways, he sought fortune, in the resemblance of respect, and cash for booze; however one thing that he had never earned himself was the love of a woman. he had eyes for no other, than the one whose heart he had just cracked, as though he were a hammer clattering down destructively against the exterior of a vase.
He still remembered the days of old, whence he would watch you adoringly, to everyone’s noticing dismay, licking his chapped lips as he had thoughts that were a branch off obscene. Yes, it was true, not all of his mindset had been, nor was corrupted by primal and masculine hormones, sex wasn’t the priority that escalated his behaviour. Not at all, harboured honest care for you, since he was a boy, he enjoyed your company, and found it to be a calming medication to ease all his resenting stress.
Lee blinked, awakening into his reality, parting from the wildness of his dreams. There were things that he had seen, a sheriff’s badge, and a wife, whom he had met before, under many circumstances. She was supposed to be off limits, she was his sister’s best friend, though he had already traipsed that walk, under countless instances.
Sandy was your best friend, and to say her brother was not a severe distraction, that would be a foreseen lie. “I don’t get it, why don’t we just kill him?” She sighed, as you sat on her family’s porch, and you raised a brow at her inclined speech, crossing your arms almost judgementally.
“Now I see which one of us is going to become the homicidal killer.” It was a flimsy joke, as you turned another page of your chemistry book, glaring down at the torn paper, and the spewed ink that reckoned waves of black across the page. your feet tapped on the wooden deck, your dolly shoes clasping a clipping noise upon the surface.
“Serial killer.” she corrected you, shrugging nonchalantly. “And mr andrews will be my first victim. i hate him so much, i can’t believe that prick failed me, i swear to our holy father imma dig a ditch and bury him in it. you’ll help, right?”
A smile appeared on your face, loving how dramatic your friend could be, it was quite the amusement, especially when she would cause a ruckus in the classroom. Though you were certainly not the loudest in school, everyone knew of whom you were due to sandy’s big mouth. before you could answer, the front door swung open, revealing the brunette that you had been awaiting to see.
“I don’t think mother would like you making such inappropriate promises in the lord’s name.” Lee spoke, his youthful face opting to carry a smirk, as the boy crossed his arms, leaning against the entrance to his home. Sandy could only roll her eyes at his presence, throwing her own guide of study towards him, to which he dodged.
“Have you been listening to us this entire time? Can you maybe not perv on my best friend when i am not here. just yuck!” Her hands flew in a flurry of annoyance, all aimed at her sibling. “Scram would you, i want to enjoy the last of the sun without your body ass blocking it.”
“It’s not perving if she consents, isn’t that right daring?” His attention turns towards you as sandy made a well versed gagging sound. “Perhaps we could study in my room, it seems that my sister doesn’t need distractions, and your elegant face serves as one.”
“Oh just go with him, and study, as he calls it. I cannot be dealing with his presence if all he’s gonna do is hover if you’re nearby. I’m gonna have to feed you to the wolves, i am truly sorry my dear friend.” She rested her hand upon your shoulder, though you knew her words were false. she knew that you were eager to do so, and she wouldn’t hold you back if that was indeed what you desired.
Though you hardly vocalised anything in regards to your relation with her brother, sandy was well aware of what the two of you were like. Not only could she hear the sounds through the wall separating their bedrooms, but it was easy to tell, from the way that he looked at you. He was enamoured, all his attention prompted towards you.
“Well this wolf is going to be eating well.” Smirked Lee, huskily grasping your hand, lulling in the sensation of your fingers wiggling against his palm, as he dragged you into his home, your feet managing to keep up with his own to some miracle. “Did i tell you how pretty you look today darling?”
His lips mumbled against your own, as his free hand cast a gentle hold onto the small of your back, as your y/e/c eyes snapped to behind him, instinctively pushing him away. “Good evening mrs bodecker.” You greeted her, watching as she wiped her soil engrossed hands on a towel.
“Hello y/n.” She spoke in return, grimacing as dirt resided below the primitive surface of her nails. “Gosh, every time i pursue gardening, i think of that poor man buried in the woods. It was just short of north, by the sign directing people away from knockemstiff. What a terrible end to have met with our local sheriff."
"It was the sheriff?" You asked, surprised by the fact, your brows raised as sweat beaded upon Lee’s forehead, you not noticing how fear trembled through his veins. That was the target of all his hard work, and he supposed that perhaps one day it would be his duty to deal with such circumstances, but not that someone in his targeted role would be condemned to such tragedy. “Jeez, that’s terrible. is there any idea of whom may have condemned such a vile act?”
“Not one. They’ve been searching for a while, but it took them a moment to find the body; it was cut into pieces and then buried. Happened just outside o’ town, sure that is gonna scare some people off wanting to join the force.” Dorine spoke, her gaze flickering over to her son, whom was clearly growing antsy from the unfolding talk. The mother cleared her throat, taking note of his digression in mood, and walking back over to wash some plates. “I’ll let you two talk.”
Lee practically dragged you towards the stairs, and you tried to sample his neck with kisses. Though he lightly pushed you away, causing a furrow to adjourn your face, as you became confused by the sight rejection. “There’s something you need to know before anything happens between us; you could change your mind, and I’d rather get your opinion first doll.” He was not only scared of the future that laid in front of him, but also the way in which you would react. “I’m going to be leaving for a little while, I am going to be training to be a cop. And I don’t want to lose you, but the distance is going to be hard.”
“No it’s not, we can handle anything Lee Lee. I could come with you, there’s surely gotta be a cotton factory or something alike around there somewhere. It’ll be manageable for the both of us, we can both work, and grow together.” Lee was shocked by your sentiment, he found his mouth gaping open in surprise. There was a rapid beating in his heart, he realised that he loved you. The emotion was always there, but now he could recognise it, it was staring him right back in the face, as were you.
“You’d do that for me honey?” Lee breathlessly asked, reaching his hand up to cup your cheek. A fragrant nod stirred from your head, as he leant in to kiss you, gripping your hip with his other hand, as he daringly dipped his tongue into your mouth, stirring a hun out from you. The calling of Dorian stating dinner restricted the pair of you from venturing to his room just yet, and thus, you walked to the table, sitting beside each other, Sandy and Dorian opposite. There was a chicken to be split on the table, small piles mounted on each plate, as Lee patted his hand on your thigh.
“This is lovely Mrs Bodecker.” You complimented her on the meal she had prepared, sending Lee a smile, that was until he dared to move his intimate grip higher upon your flesh, dipping beneath your skirt, as he swirled the pad of his finger over your panties. He aimed for your clit, causing you to whimper, drawing Dorian’s eyes to you, and Sandy quirked her brow. “Sorry, I accidentally caught my ankle on the chair leg.” You excused, smiling lightly as you took a drink of water, your lashes fluttering as he pushed your cotton underwear to the side, spreading your slick, before delving his finger within you, causing your nails to tap silently upon the table.
Lee hummed as he took a bite from his dish, stirring his finger inside of you. He looked at you out from the corner of his eye, staring at your beauty. There was an attractive clench to your jaw, as you groped his hand with yours atop, soothingly making circles upon his skin. You were ready to give up everything, your life for him, and years later, he didn’t know that the times would have changed; that he would have changed.
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not a request but an idea I had so we all know how kaz got jealous when Inej gave Jesper a nickname what if the same scenario happen between kaz and the reader and kaz is all pouty being like 'why don't I have a nickname' and the reader just deadpans at him and says 'your name is literally one syllable how the hell do I shorten it???'
this is adorable!! i love this part of the show it very much fit their group dynamic <3333
it was one of those days. where for some reason or another, everything was incredibly calm. it felt like the whole world had paused just for you to take a much needed moment. a second to breathe. after multiple intense jobs one after another, it felt nice to just rest. deserved, even.
you and all of the crows were sat on the floor around a small table. laid out on it was a board game that inej had brought back from her last trip. it was colourful and bright, just the way you liked it.
your legs were crossed over each other like a child and at the moment you were making faces as jesper, who was sitting directly in front of you. kaz was sitting on your right, watching you of course. he liked to see you relaxed more than anything else in the world.
"jes, it's literally your turn. if you could take two seconds to stop acting like a little kid you could actually play" you giggled, leaning into nina who was sat on your left.
jesper crossed his arms over his chest but rolled the dice regardless. he let out a small groan at the two that showed up. he shot you a look, "there? you happy."
you grinned and nodded your head, "yeah thank you jes for actually playing the game."
jesper turned to wylan and matthias started taking his turn. you turned to kaz with a smile, ready to bond over jesper's childish jokes.
but kaz's lips were pulled into a subtle pout, causing your own lips to turn into a frown. "is everything okay kaz?" you whispered discreetly.
he furrowed his brows and it took everything in you not to go and brush your fingers over the creases. "you called jesper, jes" he spit out the nickname like it hurt him to say it.
you tilted your head to the side in confusion, "yeah i did?"
"why don't i have a nickname?" he blurted out.
your hand flew to your mouth to try and hold back the giggle your so desperately wanted to release. but then you pulled your face into a serious 'are you kidding me' look ant stared back at him. "your name is literally one syllable how the hell do you want me to shorten it?"
kaz fiddled with his hands and you noticed the tips of his ears turn pink. "fair point" he mumbled and grabbed the dice that were set on the table.
before you could lose the nerve, you leaned a little closer to him and whispered, "maybe i can't shorten kaz but i could replace it and start calling you baby."
he didn't give you the courtesy of a verbal response but the hesitation as he tossed the dice and the spread of his blush, you knew he liked the idea.
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At my new job 😬😬😬👌
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Thank you so much for the rec hun, it’s much appreciated 🥺💙
~I’m not a writer, but I love reading~
Many contain smut and 18+ content…MINORS DNI!
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Hey, just wondering if its ok to ask for some James Cook (SKINS) stuff when your requests open back up? Cheers.
That’s okay, probably gonna open my requests back up in a few weeks, tho I do actually have a Cook imagine taking place in the last season in my drafts hun 💙 xx
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The Geneva Convention Bed and Breakfast: The Morning After (Part 2)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader x Frank Castle x Billy Russo
Word Count: 2.5K
Summary: The morning after both your favorite duos show up to lay low for a night.
Warnings: Smut, NSFW 18+ Only! Multiple partners, rough sex, dom/sub, cumplay, aftercare.
A/N: Big thanks to @whisperlullaby for beta reading this for me. All mistakes are my own. / Divider by @whimsicalrogers
The Geneva Convention Bed & Breakfast Part 1
You wake to find Bucky on top of you with his hard length sliding along your wet slit. Wrapping your arms and legs around him, you whisper to him, “Please, Bucky.” He kisses you as he slowly sinks in. You expected to be sore from the previous night’s activities but you weren’t, surprisingly. Maybe it was the slow, gentle way Bucky was entering you. While the two of you had slept together many times, often with Steve joining you, it had never been like this. The sensual way Bucky was moving against you and the deep kiss as he did, made your heart burn.
His lips trail a path to your ear, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, it’s good,” you moan to him. “You can let go. I’m okay.”
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The Geneva Convention Bed and Breakfast
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader x Frank Castle x Billy Russo
Word Count: 3K
Summary: When both your favorite duos show up to lay low for a night, you have to calm a tense situation. What better way to do that than on your knees?
Warnings: Smut, NSFW 18+ Only! Multiple partners, Knife kink, rough sex, dom/sub, cumplay, aftercare.
A/N: Calling out some friends that inspired this absolutely filthy hoefest. Big thanks to @navybrat817, @river-soul, & @angrythingstarlight / Divider by @whimsicalrogers
You wake to the urgent knocking at your back door and groan. The late night intrusion can only mean one thing, one of your favorite war criminals needed a place to lay low. You open the door to find two of your favorite romps eyeing you.
“Hey boys. Rough night?” You smirk as they enter.
“Yeah.” Frank Castle growls as he moves past you.
“Better now that we’re here.” Billy caresses your hip with a smirk and stamps a kiss on your lips. Always the more loquacious of the two.
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𝑆𝐻𝐴𝐷𝑂𝑊 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐵𝑂𝑁𝐸 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇
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𝐾𝐴𝑍 𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐾𝐾𝐸𝑅 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇
💋 = smut ☑️ = requested
𝑆𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝐸𝐿𝐿𝑂𝑊 𝑀𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅
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the tie that binds
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings/Contains: swearing, unprotected sex (mine is fiction, yours isn’t, wrap it), masturbation (female r), dirty talk, mentions of fingers, mentions of oral sex, sub!bucky (ish), dom!reader (ish), dry humping, tit sucking, cuming inside, light bondage
Word Count: 2323
this started with me mouthing off one night, so it is only right that i see my thoughts through x
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I start work tomorrow!!!! Imma have to queue some fics for then!!!!!
Whenever I tell people that I write and they ask, I am sometimes hesitant to say that it’s fanfiction. Not because I am ashamed that I do, but because the follow up question is usually insensitive or judgmental. It might be because they think I’m maladaptive daydreaming or they think I’m a child, but that’s not true. See, fanfiction is so much more than any preconceived notion. It’s not just smut or character ships, it’s not just headcanons and AU’s - it’s creative stories that the author sees in their mind and only their mind. We are taking our favorite characters and writing them in a way that we find enjoyable or comforting. My blog has become my outlet for these things. I write the characters that I love - my comfort characters - into comforting situations that I found myself in my life lacking. I know that my characters won’t be real by writing them but in a way it has helped me. Fanfiction isn’t about obsession, even though we all love who we write about. Fanfiction is creativity, taking an existing character and writing them how we see in scenarios outside of what we see on screen or in their books. It’s writing comfort, it’s writing comedy, sometimes it’s writing spicy scenes too. But no two people will write the same story in the same way. I’ve read many AU’s and each one is different. We all pick up on different nuances in characters, we build off of each other’s interpretations. Sometimes I read someone else’s work and it sparks a new idea for me, but maybe when they wrote it down it was a mere footnote or afterthought for them. We all read differently and we all write differently and that’s what makes fanfiction beautiful. I’ll read the same trope over and over again because I love it. I’ll see the same cliché of Bucky Barnes calling the reader ‘doll’ or Steve Rogers calling the reader his best girl. Everyone writes it differently and that’s what keeps me coming back. Sometimes I wonder if people will ever get sick of the way I write my fics but then I remember that my writing is my writing. I might write something that someone really loves. Sometimes I’ll write a line that I impress myself with. When I read other’s works I’ll laugh with it, I’ll cry with it, I’ll love it and read it over and over again because it never gets old. Tumblr truly is my chaotic family and I wouldn’t want it any other way. But when someone makes an ignorant comment about how fanfiction is for immature people I freeze and don’t want to lecture. I give them a tight smile and let them have their opinion. But this one’s mine.
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Thank you sm hun. The show was soooo good tho, I haven’t read the books and was worried that I would get lost, but it was so interesting and the characters were just amazing to see on screen. I definitely recommend it, and thankyou again hun💙🥺
𝑆𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝐸𝐿𝐿𝑂𝑊 𝑀𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅
Summary: to say Kaz has certain afflictions to heartfelt emotions is an understatement, though, it seems that the one saint that he has faith in is y/n, Jesper’s sister. He doesn’t know why he is so enraptured by the woman, however, she appears to be rather
Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Fahey!reader
Warnings: angst, mentions of sex, stealing, gambling, jealousy, brief slut shaming, denial of feelings, 3rd person, brief mention of rape
Word Count: 3460
Like a docile raven, he watched the two imbecile siblings jingle their chances with scamming the looters who were seated at the bargaining table; they enveloped trouble wherever they tended to go. Kaz Brekker was a busy man, and doubted he had the time to save their asses if such a scenario arose, though despite that, he viewed them from across the room as they gambled with profuse lies of false coins, and the confiscation of the man’s other wealth. The pair were excellent gun holders, they could shoot anything, but y/n turned her dewy face, and shot the limping man a lucky wink, that had his chest enduring pestering beats internally. This was the effect her scheming and any proximity had him in; if it involved y/n, he tended to often feel as though someone were trying to cut themselves out of the tall trunk of his stomach.
It sometimes became quite the annoyance, it was in Kaz’s nature to brood, as though he were a horse that had just been gelded, but such irritation only adjourned to him as he looked sentimentally back on such moments, like a crow revising the image of someone whom had chosen to be kind to their feather ruffled self. He sturdily gulped and clutched his cane as y/n abandoned her brother, Jesper seemed rather content flirting with some traveller that had a few too many bags around him for his inhibitions to seem sincere, and thus she began to walk through the fold of customers, heading directly towards the brunette whom had opted for a chivalrous black hat atop of his sleek and well defined head.
“Want a bite out of the gold that we just earned?” Jesper was the one with a heavy gambling problem, it was impossible for him to help himself with such wonders splayed in the centre for offering. But with y/n, her talents whilst still being a grand trickster when it came to winning the amounts of cash and other treasures on bets, was a great pain in Kaz’ s ass. She was a seductress, enchanting all with her empowering allusions to refined interest, that most times were simply performances to keep men distracted whilst her sibling stole from them. Though, some of the times, Jesper would return to the bar without her in tow or by his side, revealing that she had ended up in a bed with some attractive stranger. That had Kaz biting back at the endearment of her affections towards him. He had no way of telling if they were real or if they were not.
And he coiled in on himself from either one prompted at his mind in particular during any which day. It made him nervous, you blatantly spoke for your deemed attraction towards him, glossing your words whilst you described the sharpness of his encapsulating cheekbones, or the crevice between his brows that represented the fold, though you admitted that you would cross those creases if you ever had the chance, teasingly hovering your fingertips over the design on his face. “You need to be more careful, especially here y/n. If people realise that you are messing with the truths that they know, customers may be lost due to your greed.” He informed you, wanting you to turn back and annoy Jesper, or even relax and have a stirred drink. Anything that would give him some peace from the continuous thumping that rapidly emitted from the amplifier of his heart.
“The only thing that I will admit greed of is getting to spend so much time with you Kaz, it is truly an honour, and despite the quarrels that I have had with my jackass brother over there,” to put emphasis on her point, y/n hoisted her thumb in the direction of Jesper, pressing on with her words as she grew entranced with the ocean of Kaz’s eyes, “it is a very valuable use of my time; there are many other things I could be attending to. But let’s just say your presence is better than ending in the quarters of some random man that wants nothing more to take my clothes from my skin.” Whilst he did not like physical contact, eye contact seemed to be a different side of a story, he was staring pointedly into her eyes as he digested her words. Merely the thought of another man allowing his gruelling hands upon her flesh had and exploring every shaded corner of her form.
Kaz was almost confused as to why he was internally getting so mad, it wasn’t as though he would endure the prospect of intimacy in a stranger’s place. The contact and clash of skin would have him reeling back, it was something he was certainly opposed to. But he had a churning in his stomach as grotesque images of y/n being cradled by some intrusive brute flickered to his mind. And that was when the truth revealed itself to him; he was not just irritated by her flock of suitors and your inclination to join them on occasion, but he was also digressed with the attachment of jealousy, curving into his lean side, as he did nothing to stop their potential scores in the dark hours of the day. “You deserve more than some scoundrel that would treat you the same as any woman.” It was not the first instance in which the words had left his mouth, and like all previous times, a scoff chortled from y/n, air blowing out of her mouth as she defensively crossed her arms.
Time and time again, she always forgot the demeanour he would stand to when she mentioned the lack of strings chaining her to a partner, and your as he would like to put it, hop skip and jump into their sheets. “It’s as much my choice as it is theirs.” Was y/n’s teeth clenched response, though she tried to cool her tone; if she got riled up, then he surely would as well, and that was the last thing that she wanted. “It’s not like I’m asking for the one guy I’m interesting in to shag me, I am simply wishing for the slightest lack of ignorance to what is between us. Or at the very least, some appreciation for the talents that keep this joint running with coin.” It took a moment for Kaz to respond, and there was more spite apparent upon the slither of his tongue than usual, and it had y/n revelling in a patch of discomfort.
“You could have fooled me, for it would seem that one guy you’re interested in is a different man every night.” He spat, unashamedly for the moment, as he watched the tremble of determined tears build up in the glass structure of her eyes; she bit her tongue to feign off their fleeing sprint, as she allowed her body to turn, and force Kaz into feeling the thwack of his careless statement. It was arrogant, as he was widely known to be. It was cruel, another thing that many knew was an accountable trait that conceived him into such a man that he was. And worst of all, it was purposely to berate y/n’s formidable body with a shunning sting, as he found himself feeling every time that he endured the sight of her leaving with her arm hooked around a male counterpart’s. Kaz thumped the boot of his cane on the ground as he firmly strained the length of his jaw in a formidable clench, distantly watching as y/n’s silhouette became impossible for the human eye to comprehend.
A clap to his shoulder made the crow jump, not just by the written shock that trapped his features, but by the interaction of contact that mistook him for discomfort by the mark of a hand that belonged to no other than a fellow crow. Jesper. The ebony haired con artist had a serious expression flattened on his face, usually he was one for humour, but the involvement of his sister had shaken such amusement or need to entertain from his rugged demeanour. “Go after her; look I know that all these emotions and urges are strange for you, but if there is one thing that I know, is that I know it.” There was an intermediate urgency supporting the lack of understanding that was anticipated through Jesper’s words; the vast crease in the centre of Kaz’s head stiffened, as he cocked his crow like head in analysis.
“You’re not making any sense Jesper.” Spoke Dirty Hands, as he had once been called. There were so many terrible things collected in his palms, scourged with a flooding of tragic blood, where there was enough for a guilty man to swim in, or as he had once thought he could, drown in. Another filled the chalice, and the victim was his dear y/n, of whom he had scared out of the nest, leaving her to traipse through the dangerous streets - alone. His reasoning did not matter, he was prepared to try and run after her, despite his lack of convenience to do so, but Jesper dedicated his time to hold him back and in his current placement once more.
“Of course I am, your perception when listening to me just isn’t being straightforward enough.” Jesper sighed, taking a breath for nothing more than a moment as he chose to continue educating sense into his fellow crony. “The thing that I know, is that you two have something that does not require something as simple as hand holding. But without that contact that most romantic relationships require for structure, you need to exchange many words to console each other, and you my friend, I would suppose by my sister’s actions, that you had said the wrong thing.” He knew he had made a grave mistake, Kaz was angry at himself, there were so many sins that he had committed, and he had to live with all, circling around him like falcons that had just learnt to hunt their prey. If he left it any time longer, the span would shorten, until y/n snapped him from it and out of her life for good.
“Thank you Jesper.” He knew it must have not been so easy deed for the man to comprehend his emotional desires, and most of all, encourage him to follow after his sister. Whilst the pair certainly had quite the way into riddling themselves into sensual situations that many would shun down upon, from whom they encountered and shared those demonetised moments with, the siblings were more than just mirrors to their own devices. Another prominent feature that they shared was their protectiveness for the other. No matter the trouble that they got in, or the distance that threatened them, they would constantly be there to fight the other’s corner. This time however, a battle of such was not on the list of things needed; it was Kaz’s duty to protect her this time, even if it were by taking back his own compulsory words that had released on a sticky trigger. He couldn’t have helped himself, not only was he dismissing his truth of jealousy, but the crook was also in denial of his own tide of emotions that rolled around his insides like determined waves.
He had sentimental feelings for her, it didn’t matter if she were like everyone else, including him, and had flaws and germs impeded into her skin. It wasn’t about her appearance, though out of all options, Kaz did find y/n attractive. It was like her skin clung to each bone in her body perfectly, in some places it was loose, and others it were snug; he couldn’t quite describe it. That didn’t mean he wanted to be hoisted upon a mattress like the men he had slathered her about, but he wanted that connection to be an official conduction in his life, one that people would acknowledge like a relationship. And that was when he realised, with the aid of Jesper, that he remained glued to the spot. If he were to wait any longer, it’d be impossible to find y/n, she would disappoint into the night, and if she were to return sometime after, in a few days perhaps, there would be a grudge crossed over her chest. “What are you waiting for?”
That indeed was the question, too many things he supposed. Kaz was often impatient, he could not restrain himself any longer this time; with the aid of his crow headed cane, that was the colour of brass by carved design, the feared man limped with vigorous toil around the many people that Jesper had ripped off, until he had escaped to be bit by the evening air, the doors to the untrustworthy establishment that he ran shutting behind him with a windswept collision. His eyes scanned the space, y/n was nowhere to be seen, as expected, she had stalked away from not only the bar, but as he regretted; himself.￼ Kaz was prepared to call on Inej. She had quite the way with uncovering hidden things, but as he went to turn and head to his document covered office, he registered a sound.
It was a sob, boiling down the tragic reality that he had been the one to pain her so. Echoing around the streets, he unsourced the dark corner of which it emitted from; the alley beside the bar. Kaz could not help his insides quarrel from the lack of care y/n put into her own placement; though he knew that Inej would most likely be watching y/n over from somewhere, a rooftop perhaps, or through a window, as though she were a protective shadow defending you from any grizzly men that had crude desires of forcing themselves on her, pressing their flesh against her own without such a quip of consent. With a huff that travelled over his jointed shoulders, Kaz continued to walk out onto the damp street, avoiding the puddles that had congregated into mud splatters from where pails had crashed of a daytime, and the rain had merged whilst it spattered down.
Kaz removed the hat from atop of his head and held it to his gut as he saw the wrecked state she were in. Her cheeks were flushed as took in a shaky exhale, her hands playing with the cuffs of her sleeves, that she had clearly dried both her nose and eyes with already. There was something about her skin, endorsed with the moisture of her own liquid sadness that did not make Kaz recoil. He came closer, and offered her a bleak handkerchief that had merely been for show, though she accepted it as she patted beneath her bottom lashes, offering him a squint as she soothed the display of pain that was painted upon her expression. “Is that really your opinion of me? That I am some whore who cannot help but have such shunned delights with any man that shows me an ounce of attention? Do you really think I am as desperate as that?”
“No; it was foul what I said back in the crow club. I was just taking my frustration out on you.” He ignored the pain that projected through his leg from the position he had lowered himself in. If he were abandon y/n, that would be a ravenously sin against his self also; he had made her heart stop momentarily and crackle from the words that he had spitefully pronounced, he had seen the look of distant respite in Jesper’s eyes. And whilst he had told him to chase after his sister, he still had a stern madness against Kaz. Nobody hurt his sister, and Kaz would probably find ten Kruger gone from his office in the morning as collateral damage to which his own actions had caused. “And I wanted to say that I am sorry. Something came over me, but I still hold my ground on my first comment. You are far more deserving of some man that hardly glances at your face, and has the one intention of undressing you and fulfilling his own needs. No matter who the man is, or as terrible a man as he is, you should always be the first priority.”
“Does that mean that they are as greedy as me?” A quirk unsettled y/n’s brow bone, as the shipment of it raised in query. Kaz lowered his hand to his leg, lightly easing the hurt away, or at least he tried to. Y/n rolled her eyes at his stubbornness and stood, slowly and carefully dragging him up with her. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now they were stood so closely, practically chest to chest. There was a severe lack of space separating them, which made the tone of their heartfelt conversation that bit more serious. Kaz crinkled the palms of his gloves together in thought, as he eased his eyes over every speck, each bump, all the details that impacted her skin into the appearance of a terrain. Usually he was repulsed by such a sight, though he felt nothing, as though seeing a shawl of layers of skin was a usual sight, and to others it was. Kaz was just more perceptive, and had a trauma when it came to contact with others. But the view, as he had just realised was not so terrible.
It had just been rinsed of tears that he had fractured to descend like a penalty from the sky, precipitating an image of rain that had slowly rolled down y/n’s cheeks, and eventually, fell down to the gravel, leaving fragments of her all around the scurvy town. Kaz hollowed his face in as he swallowed down his fornication of foreign nerves, lightly and almost unnoticeably wiggling the lengths of his fingers in the imprisonment of his warm gloves. Usually he found himself to be derelict with a frost bitten chill cursing down the paddle of his spine, but in the moment, he felt the temperature of his face flush, and a sweat to collect at the rear of his neck. “Yes, every single soul in there has a spiralling of such a demand for more - including me. I have taken you for granted, for a very long time, and I don’t plan to do so for any longer. If it is in your wishes to continue spending the allowance of your time with other men, I can understand. There are things that I am immobile of offering you, and I could certainly understand why you would prefer the closeness of another-“
“I wouldn’t.” She spoke, daunting his face with disappointment, until she revealed more depth to her words. “I would not be able to understand why I would choose any other swine, when I could just be the woman who kicks ass by your side. None of them are interested in that side of me, but that is who I am. Whereas that is all you see, a thief with the talent of so much more yet to offer. You aren’t one to throw money around for the sake of it, there has always got to be a residue of gain, and that tittles down to it. Do you want to gain me as something more, or to remain frankly pining after one another against our better judgements?” That wasn’t a difficult question to answer, though Kaz found himself to be cornered by the one thing he resented. Change. Though this time, it was directing towards the better, a happier path that he could take, and like a crow, he could recognise more than the compass of death. It was an offer to give him vastly much more to life than simply than being a pest of a scoundrel.
He could recognise the sincerity on y/n’s face, and with hands poised with the painstaking nuisance of paranoia, even through his thick gloves, he grasped y/n’s hands in his own, surprising not only her by the notion, but himself as well. Kaz licked his lips, corrupting the annoyance that was so often a passenger on his face, with a smile that he could feel determining his stance, sending shocks to the ends of his toes and beyond. “I would like that very much.” He admitted aloud, being caught off guard by a bullet being hurtled into the air. Jesper was the main and correct suspect, hollering out in reprisal that him nor Inej would have to deal with the silent desire the two polar opposites amounted towards one another.
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Can I have a full oneshots or Drabble, with JJ from outerbanks where she finds out he had a praise kink and uses while they are having sex, really soft cute lovey dovey stuff
pairing: jj maybank (18+) x fem!reader
warnings: smut → praise kink, super soft!jj
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you knew jj had a thing for being praised. It started off small at first, like if he got a test back with a good mark, or when you calmed him down during a rough night with his dad. Comments like "you're doing so well" or "i'm proud of you" really made his heart swell with so much love, he didn't really know what to do with it.
Tonight was no exception. The two of you sit on his bed in the spare room of john b's house. His fingers plays with yours, the softness of his touch only made you feel more at home. You listen to the sound of his mellow voice as he describes the events that he and john b witnessed at Lana's, Scooter's wife, house.
"do you reckon we should tell someone?" he asks, snapping you out of your daze.
"look, those guys are bad news. If we tell someone, it's just gonna end with someone dying."
"so that's a no?"
"yes it's a no, idiot," you giggle, buying your face in his neck. The two of you stay like this for a while before you decide to press gentle kisses on his neck. He hums at the feeling, tilting his head back to expose more of his neck.
"you like that, don't you?" you purr into his skin.
"mhm," is all jj can muster up, his fingers clasping around your shirt. You move to straddle his hips and cup his soft cheeks, capturing his lips with yours. He kisses you back with such force, you couldn't help but smile into the kiss. Nothing will ever beat the feeling of him wanting you.
"where's all this coming from, hey?" the cockiness that you had gotten so used to over the years finally made its way to his lips.
"nowhere. Just thought you need something to help you relax," you purr in his ear, taking his lobe between your teeth. jj sucks in a breath. god, the things you do to him. "which is exactly what i want you to do, so just relax, okay? I got you."
"yes ma'am." His arms fold under his head, watching as you pull at his cargo shorts. Your hand wraps around his cock, the sultry stare that is accompanied with an alluring smirk, only makes jj feel weaker under your touch. A soft breath leaves his lips before he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes drawn to your hand which pumps him up and down slowly.
"i swear you'll be the death of me," jj sighs, tilting his head back against the pillows as you take him in your mouth. A muffled chuckle surpasses through your throat. His hands grip at the bedsheets, trying to calm him down so he doesn't take your head and just fuck into your mouth. He, as much surprise as it was to everyone else, including you, likes when you do what you want to him. jj likes the way you take control, the way you want it to last as long as possible. Sex with you is exciting to jj.
A stifled groan passes through jj's bitten lips as you lean back up, collecting the silva that drips from the corner of your lips with your thumb. He could've sworn that was the hottest thing he's ever seen. But then again, everything you did he swore was the hottest thing.
You lean over to his nightstand pull out a condom before rolling it on his cock.
"Come here," jj smiles lovingly at you, turning you over so he can hover over you. He pushes in, both of you moaning in pleasure.
"did i already tell you, you did so well back at Lana's?" you ask, feeling his breath hitch in his throat. "always such a good boy."
the praises that slips through your moans is something jj will never get used to.
"[y/n]," he breathes against the crook of your neck. He couldn't think of anything to say. He was never good at thank you's. jj presses a gentle kiss on your heated skin. Your nails claw down his back and your eyes roll back in such pleasure, you're sure you're close to already cumming.
"baby, you feel so good," you moan, stomach tightening at the sound of jj moaning in response to your praises.
"keep doing that and i'll cum," he tries to joke, but you only tangle your fingers through his hair, whispering sweet-nothings in his ear.
this. this is what jj's always wanted. you're the type of girl he's imagined ever since he could remember. it was in that moment that jj knew you'd be his forever home.
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