#is the sweetest pet name you can’t fight me on this

[spookysteddie]

Always Comin’ Home to You

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

18+ MINOR DNI

dec: after a fight with his step-mother Gator comes home late, scaring you. His bruises tell you of the day he had and all he wants is to feel you.

cw: Swearing, abandonment, mental / physical abuse (Roy to Gator), domestic abuse (Roy to Karen), bruises, mention of death, implication of anxiety, murder, toxic religion themes, gator calls his step-mom a cunt, crying, fingering, daddy kink, dd/lg themes if you squint, Gator calls himself her God (what's the name for that?), unprotected penetrative sex, cream pie, promises. (let me know if I missed anything)

wc: 3.7k

a/n: I need Gator Tillman like I need to fucking breathe. This man is WOW. I just want to pet him and tell him he is, in fact, a winner and then suck him off. Anyway, I hope y'all like this heheh

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Gator Tillman didn’t have a lot of good things in his life. 

Between his mother leaving, his father being as asshole and everything in between, Gator was a little fucked up and very morally gray. Doing his daddy's dirty work in the hopes Roy will finally be proud of him. 

Now, there was one good thing (or person) in his life, one human who brought out the best in him. One person who saw him for the person he was deep inside. The one who saw him as a winner. 

You. 

You were everything Gator could ever dream of, his perfect girl. 

“Gator? Baby have you seen my sunglasses?” You pull some clothes out of the hamper, double (triple) checking that they weren’t in there. “Do you have them? Are they in your cruiser?!” 

You hear Gators heavy footsteps before he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, “have ya checked on top of ya head?” You can hear the smugness in his voice and instantly you want to punch him. 

You were an angel and subsequently the sweetest girl. Shit, you make Gator catch and release the spiders you find in the house because you ‘want someone to grant you the same kindness in life’. Whatever that means. But of course he does it, because the last thing he wants is to make you cry. 

Well, that’s not true. He loves making you cry while your wrapped around his cock, fucking you so deep and hard that you can’t form a complete thought. Only then does he enjoy the tears streaming down your face. 

But at the same time, you had a wicked attitude. One he liked to fuck outta you at every opportunity. And when you look up at him he knows it’s coming. 

“Do they look like they’re on my fuckin’ head, Gator? Jesus Christ.” But he doesn't fail to notice you subtly check in the mirror to make sure they aren’t actually on your head. They aren’t, for the record. 

Gator is not like his daddy. Does he have his fathers attitude? Absolutely. But he has never raised his hand to you outside of the bedroom, much to his fathers dislike. Claiming he’s watched his father beat on his step-mother and even though he hates her – only because she gave birth to his twin sisters, giving his father two more chances to fuck their futures up – he doesn’t think it’s right. 

He balls his fists, nails digging into the center of his hand. He has too much shit to do today and, frankly, doesn’t have time for this shit. “Watch ya mouth bunny. Lucky my dad aint home to hear you take Christs name in vain.” 

Gator is right. His daddy already doesn't like you, doesn’t think you’re Godly enough. He also seems to think you’re an idiot simply because Gator does everything for you, even down to tying your shoes. It’s something Gator likes doing, taking care of you as it helps ease his mind. 

But at the same time Roy wonders how his son could catch and keep a girl like you. It’s emotional whiplash most of the time. Of course, Gator takes the brunt of his daddy's issues when it comes to you, never letting his daddy so much as look wrong in your direction. 

You sigh, running your hands down your pink skirt, “look, can you please help me find them? You know my eyes don’t do well with the sun bouncing off the snow.” 

His eyes soften, loving when you need his help, “I’m willin’ to bet they’re in the cruiser on the floor boards.” 

Your face heats as you remember exactly why they’d be on the floor of the cruiser, your escapades from your little meeting at the police station last night. There was always that preliminary fuck before going back to Roys (cause God forbid Gator ever come stay at your place. His daddy needs him nice and close.) considering you don’t know how to keep your moans quiet. So, he tires you out, not so much that you can’t drive back to his place, but just enough to where you’re silent during round two and three and four. 

The cold nips at your bare legs, winter just as brutal as every other year in this godforsaken state. You swear it never gets easier, winter, and the older you get the more you think about moving south. You think Gator would like the warmer weather, probably find the warmth soothing. 

“Ah ha! Got ‘em!” Gator hands them to you with a huge smile on his face. He looks almost boy-like. It’s rare he has a genuine smile, especially when his daddy is around. 

“Gator,” his step-mothers voice rings out from the porch, making you both jump. He doesn’t turn around, doesn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing his frustration. “Stop yellin’ cause your sisters are sleepin’!” 

“Karen, they’re at the other end of this fuckin house and your scratchy ass voice is louder than me.” 

You can see her huff, “I should call your father!” 

He sighs, turning on his heel, “I don’t think that’ll be a good idea. Dad’s… a little busy today.” Gator knows exactly what his daddy is busy with, not that he’d ever tell you. Terrified that he would somehow put you in danger. 

You know that there was shit his daddy made him do. Things that forced him to come home with black eyes, bloody lips and bruises on his knuckles and body. It hurt your heart every time he came home like that, telling you it was nothing while he winces as he takes off his clothes. 

Karen seethes from the porch and you see her look from Gator to you and back. Gator, who notices everything, sees it and steps in front of you, pushing you behind him. “Don’t look at her like that, Karen.” 

That seems to annoy her more, “she better not be here tonight. You hear me? Don’t need your sisters hearin the stuff you two get up to at night.” 

“Not any worse than dads hands hittin’ your face while they sit at the kitchen table.” You cringe at his statement, seeing Roy hit Karen more times than you can count. “You don’t run this house. Or tell me what to do.” He spits on the ground and turns away, waiting till he hears the door slam to speak. 

“I fuckin hate her. She’s sucha little bitch.” 

You wrap your arms around his middle, breathing him in. “Can stay at mine tonight if you want. Don’t wanna get you in trouble,” you murmur into his shirt. “O-or we can spend a night apart. I know we haven’t done that inna while but just till this blows over an’ we know she didn’t say nothin’ to your father.” 

You know you're rambling, but all you want is to make Gators life comfortable and safe. You know there is a small chance that Karen will call Roy, tell him what happened, maybe even lie (she’s done that before) and say you upset her. If that happens, Gator will get it good, possibly another broken arm or dislocated jaw. That’s the last thing you want. You can feel you chest ache, eyes burning at the idea of Roy hurtin’ him. 

Gator pulls your face back from his chest, making you look up at him, “don’t you be worryin’ bout me now. Roy ain’t gonna do shit and I don’t sleep when you aren’t curled up next to me,” he kisses your forehead. “I’ll put some feelers out to see if that little bitch called him. Gotta meeting at 3 with him.” 

You nod, your hand coming up to fix his jacket. In reality, you just need something to distract from the burning behind your eyes. 

“Hey? I’m serious. I’ll be fine, okay?” He lets you go to reach into his pocket, pulling out some cash and handing it to you, “why don’t you go get your nails done or something, yeah?” 

You know refusing to take the money wont go well, so you take it, putting it in the pocket of your jacket. “Thank you, daddy,” you whisper out, knowing you aren’t really supposed to say that outside of Gators locked bedroom door. 

He lets it slide, the day has been stressful enough for you. “That’s my good bunny. Now, run along and I’ll meet you here at six okay?” 

You tilt your head, “no station tonight?” 

“Nah… Jerry is working and he’s got a starin’ problem when it comes to ya. Don’t feel like scoopin’ eyeballs out. Too messy.” 

You shudder but kiss him goodbye before getting in your car. You have a very bad feeling his 3pm meeting isn’t going to go how he expects. 

… 

You were right. 

You knew you were right the second you pulled up to his house at six on the dot and he wasn’t home. You reach for your phone, looking to see if maybe you’d missed a text, phone call, shit even an email from your boyfriend. 

Nothing. 

Even when you try to call him, you're met with a voicemail. You can feel the bile rise in the back of your throat, fear making your skin itch. Was this it? Was this the time Roy sends him out there to do his dirty work and he doesn’t make it home? 

He could be anywhere right now. Not only that, if he was dead, no one would do shit for him. No funeral, no service, nothing. His dad would go on and wipe his hands clean of his “loser” son, probably more than happy that the ties of his first wife are gone for good. 

Oh God, what if he was dying, the cold freezing the blood onto his skin, frostbite settling in. He could be so scared, praying to the God he doesn’t believe in that you come find him. His clothes are probably wet too, sticking to him thanks to the sn-

A knock on your window makes you jump, a yelp falling from your lips. You look over, seeing the blue of his jacket in your peripheral and the sight makes you gasp. You’re quick to shut off the car, jumping out and getting a closer look at him. 

He looks… awful. His right eye is nearly swollen shut, dry blood sticking to his split brow. There is a bruise on the other side of his face and under his left eyes, clearly he got hit in the nose. 

“Baby…” this time you can't stop the tears from falling. “Baby what happened?” 

He lets out a long, deep sigh, his hands resting on your cheeks. “Fuckin’ cunt called dad. Said I needed a lesson in respect. S’how I got the bruise on my left eye.” He wipes the tear that falls from your eye, his touch soft and kind, “sent me to do some shit across state lines. Guy beat the fuck outta me. He ain’t alive no more though.” 

You sniffle, “is it just your face?” 

He shakes his head but doesn’t say more. He knows you’ll see the rest once he gets you inside. Well … “we-I can’t let you sleep here tonight, Gator.” 

He shakes his head, “it’s fine. Dad said so himself. Come on.” 

And so he drags you inside, Karen looking like the cat that caught the canary as she watches you help Gator walk. You make a mental note to never forget this, never forget how she treats her step-son.

You push open Gators bedroom door, making sure to shut it silently and lock it before settling Gator on the bed. “Let’s get ya into some comfy clothes, yeah?” 

You crouch down in front of him, making quick work of untying his boots. 

“Baby, I can do this. I’m the one who's supposed to help you.” 

That only makes more tears burn your eyes. You hated that he never let anyone help him, hated that he always had to be strong, couldn’t ever cry, nothing. You hated Roy for making him like this and you hated his mother for leaving and not saving her only son from a life of pain. 

“Stop. Just-just let me help you, Gator please.”  You pull at the laces to loosen them and make it easier to slide off his boot, your vision blurry from the tears in your eyes. 

His boot comes off easy and you make sure you keep your hold on it so it doesn’t make any noise on the floor. Same with the second one. 

You stand, unclipping his thigh holster and setting it on the nightstand where he likes it. Incase of emergencies. Next is his belt, coming off with ease. He stops you when you get to his pants, making you look up at him. He hates the silver shining along your waterline. 

“I love you, little bunny.” He says it so quietly that you almost miss it. 

“I love you too.” Your voice cracks as you say. 

You work on his pants, popping open the buttons with ease. Next you pull his shirt out of his pants and pull it over his head. By the time his shirt hits the floor, you’ve gotten a full look at his bare torso. A bruise is forming along his ribs, it’s really red and slightly turning purple. 

“Jeez baby,” your hands gently touch his skin and he hisses a little. “S-sorry.” 

He says nothing as he helps you pull off his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. 

“Stay here,” you tell him as you collect his dirty clothes and go into his attached bathroom. You sigh as you grab a face cloth, turning the water on so it heats up. It, of course, takes forever for the water to warm. Nothing like shit water heating thanks to the frigid winter. But once it does you wet the cloth and grab the first aid kit and go back to him. 

You’ve done this before, cleaned him up, you’ve even stitched him up. You’d like to thank the internet for telling you how to do that and you’ve gotten good over the last two years. 

“S’is gonna hurt. Luckily it looks like you don’t need stitches. Just don’t move while I work okay?” 

He nods, “yes, baby. Ya don’t have to do this. I know you don’t like blood.” This was true, you didn’t like blood at all, barely even being able to handle papercuts. But for some reason, when it comes to him, you can manage to push it aside. Cuts can get infected and when they’re on his face it means it could go to the brain faster. 

You carefully dab the wet rag around his split eyebrow, gently clearing off the blood and making sure that you don’t resplit the cut open. “I think it split from the swellin’ but I don’t think it needs stitches.” 

He nods slightly, “good. I was hoping it’d close on its own.” 

You put some wound cleaner on it before you bandage it. He might have a scar there unless he leaves it alone. But knowing Gator, it’ll open again. You clean up around his face and causing a hiss to leave his lips once you touch his cheek and eye. You apologize, applying some cream that makes bruises heal faster to his face and ribs. 

“That’s everything.” You force a small smile at him, tossing the wet cloth into the hamper and putting the first aid kit away. You get undressed, needing skin to skin contact. Then, you climb into bed, snuggling up to him, resting your head on the safe side of his chest. 

The silence stretches, Gators arm around your shoulders, his thumb moving softly. 

“I thought you were dead in the snow,” the words tumble out of you before you can stop them. 

He thumb stills for a heartbeat before resuming, “but m’not.” 

“I’m sorry this is the life you were forced into. It is not fair.” 

He kisses your head, breathing you in for a moment, “it’s not your fault, bunny. You didn’t do any of this. Shoulda kept my mouth shut when it came to Karen. Just… smile an’ wave.” 

You shake your head, kissing his chest, “not how it’s supposed to be.”

Gator rolls over you, forcing you on your back. He bites back a pained groan. “My sweet bunny, listen to me. I am here. I am safe. S’gonna take a lot more to kill me.” He leans down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. 

You let your hands slide into his hair, deepening the kiss. Honestly, you just need to feel him. He knows it and if he’s being honest, he needs to feel you too. He’ll never say it out loud, but as he laid in the snow, doing his best to get the fucker he was sent to kill off of him, he was scared. 

Scared he would die and you’d spend the rest of you life wondering. He knew no one would fill you in and he knew his daddy wouldn’t have a service for him. You’d be alone, wondering what happened to him, praying to the god you don’t believe in that he’d come home again. So, he fought like hell and now, he really needs you. Needs to be inside you. 

You pull back, breaking the kiss, “Gator, we can’t.” 

“We can. Please baby.” Gator doesn’t beg, he didn’t need to when it came to you. Always more than willing to do what he says and give him what he wants. His begging makes you give in. 

His hands push your underwear aside, feeling how ready you already are for him. Always ready, always wanting and only for him. 

You pull him in for a kiss while his fingers find your clit with ease, swallowing your moans. He always knows exactly how you like it, fingers moving in swift circles and just the right amount of pressure. 

“So fucking pretty when you’re at my mercy,” he pushes two fingers inside you, the stretch making your brain go fuzzy. “Looked so fucking pretty in your little skirt and frilly socks. My little angel.” 

The way Gator is cooing at you, his fingers crooked up to touch the one spot that drives you nuts and you can feel yourself slipping into that headspace you both love. You’re trying so hard to be logical, knowing he’s hurt and can hurt himself further. 

“Thank you, daddy. Bought it because I thought you’d like it.” Your voice is getting small, breathy. 

He grins, kissing down your neck, “I love it. Love everything you wear. Look so pretty in your pastels.” His thumb finds your clit, a soft moan falling from your lips. It’s embarrasing how quickly you are to coming around his fingers. 

“P-please. Gator please.” 

He smirks, “use your words, sweet girl. Tell me what you want.” 

You can feel your body heat up from both the coil inside you winding tighter and the embarrassment of having to say what you want. “I-I need to cum. So bad.” 

The second the words are in the air, Gator pulls his hands away, leaving your orgasm to fade away. “NO! No, no, no, no please!” 

He sucks a mark into your neck, his tongue licking over the spot to sooth it.

“Need ya to cum on my cock, baby.” 

Before your brain can catch up, he’s sliding inside you. The stretch is something you haven't gotten used to in the last two years. It feels like he's splitting you in half, his cock filling you completely. 

“OH! Oh my god.” You're already panting, squeezing him so hard he’s fighting to not bust prematurely. 

Gator drops to his forearms and pumps his hips, getting right in your face. He’s so close you can smell the fruity scent from the vape he was no doubt huffing on before coming to see you. 

“S’right baby, I am your God and I love when ya pray to me.” 

You can’t help the way your cunt clenches, a moan falling from your lips that is just slightly too loud for either of your comforts. At the moment, you don’t care. You know Roy already got his fill of kicking Gatos' ass. He’s not going to worry about it tonight. 

“Daddy, please. I’m so close.” 

His hips are snapping hard, cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. He feels like he’s inside your throat and you can’t tell if his grunts are from pain, pleasure, or both. 

“Not yet. Almost there. D-don’t cum yet.” 

Your nails sink into his biceps, hips starting to stutter. 

“Please! Fuck! Oh god…” 

He smirks, eyes meeting yours, “yeah? I know how bad ya need it. How bad ya need me to fill this pretty, little cunt up. Breed an own ya f’ever? Hm?” His eyes are black and he looks absolutely feral. Primal.  

His hand snakes down the front of your body, finding your clit with ease. You gasp, thighs starting to shake. You knew you weren’t going to last but you needed his permission. You craved his praise and being in his good graces. You’d let him do anything to you, that’s how much you trust him. 

“Yes! Yes! Whatever you want. Anything.” You don’t even know what you’re saying at this point, too cock drunk to think of anything besides him and what he’s doing to you. 

He laughs, seeing your eyes glazed over and tears of pleasure lining your eyes, “cum for me bunny. Do it.” 

It’s all you need to fall into bliss. 

His hand covers your mouth knowing how loud you’re about to be. His face drops into your neck as he cums with you, both of your moans muffled by each other's bodies. His cum fills you, leaking out as he brings you both down. 

His hand slowly leaves your mouth, head lifting to look at you. 

“I love you. I fuckin’ love you so fuckin’ much.” He leaves little kisses all over your face, trying to bring you back to him. “You hear me? M’never leavin’ you.” 

You take a shuddering inhale, trying to form a coherent thought, “P-promise?” 

You hold your pinky up to him, hands shaking while adrenalin continues to run through your veins. He giggles, hooking his pinky with yours, “promise. I’ll always come home to you. I will always fall asleep next to you.” 

He looks down, flipping your hand over and checking out your nails, “I can’t wait for these pretty, red claws to be wrapped around my cock.” 

Your chest lightens as you both laugh together.

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[megantrancyfanfics]

King Kamado | Tanjiro Kamado x female reader smut

Warning: teeth rottenly sweet honeymoon sex. Pet names, fingering, blow job, reader and tanjiro are both virgins and this is their first times.

Obviously he’s aged up, minors and ageless blogs DNI

Notes: this fanart has me screaming 😩

Enjoy💚

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To the castle workers, he’s determined, and works hard to keep the castle and kingdom in order. To other kingdoms; he’s one to not mess with, fights hard. To you, he’s the sweetest man ever. He’s willing to bend over backwards to make you happy. Kind, funny, sweet, there’s not enough words in the dictionary to describe your now husband. Despite being a king, the wedding was small: inosuke, zenitsu, nezuko, and the hashira. It was your idea to leave empty chairs for tanjiro’s family that has passed. A wedding filled with love and wisteria. The love you two had for each other filled the air, and everyone who attended was able to feel it.

That loved carried over to the honeymoon.

The cold band of your wedding ring rested on top of tanjiro’s warm, soft cheek as you kissed him. His hands resting on the curve of your hip, gently caressing the area. Your legs laid on each side of his, your heat hovering on top of his clothed dick.

“Tanjiro” you whined out, pulling back from the kiss, your lungs begging for air. His lips littering your neck, and jawline with kisses. “I-I love you so much” you whined out, making Tanjiro chuckle softly before taking your hand that was once on his cheek into his hand, then gently kissing it.

“I love you more, my beautiful wife.” He hums before capturing your lips again with his, softly letting go of your hand, his hands finding their way back to your hips, this time he allowed them to move farther down before gently gripping your ass making you moan into the kiss.

His hands roam your body, practically worshiping every part. His left hand staying on your hip as he looks at you. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop this and I can give you a massage or-”

You gently took your husband hand, and led it down to your aching clit. You pressed his fingers against your wet spot in your underwear. “Darling I think it’s too late to stop.” You say with a soft giggle, that soon turned into a soft whimper as he began rubbing circles on your clothed clit.

“Your moans are so pretty my love, I want to hear more.” He exclaims, ripping your underwear and plunging his long fingers into your pussy. Your head rolled back, eyes closed as you moaned out your husbands name. Two fingers working magic inside as he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles. You can’t help but to buck your hips when he finds your g-spot and starts to abuse it.

“S-so good Tanjiro..more please don’t stop..wanna cum” you whine, sounding so pathetic. So cute begging for him. Oh how he wanted to say fuck it to his good guy persona and pound into you, but he wanted your first times to be gentle and filled with love just as much as you did. But with the way you’re looking at him, and all of your pleas were slowly chipping away at that idea.

You lean forward, breasts now in Tanjiro’s face as your orgasm approaches. Tanjiro tightened his grip on your hip as he licked around one of your nipples, every once in a while latching on and giving it a quick suck before your orgasm finally washes over you.

Tanjiro couldn’t help but love how tight you were, and the way your pussy tightened even more as you came almost drove him insane.

When he removed his fingers, you moved down, hooking your fingers in the hem of his underwear, pulling it down, Tanjiro’s cock springing out. You bit your lip as you felt your core tighten once again.

You started at the base, licking the long vein that ran underneath, making Tanjiro let out a moan as his body shuttered. Doing that a few more times before kitten licking the tip. You took him in halfway, using your hand to jerk off what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked. Listening to his moans made you wet. They were so beautiful.

You couldn’t help but to want to hear more of his moans, so you swirled your tongue around his cock as you sucked him, watching as his head fell back, his chest rising and falling faster than before.

When you pulled away, you locked eyes with your beautiful husband. “Please be gentle..”

You laid on your back, as tanjiro got on his knees, nodding as he lined himself up. “Whatever you want, you’ll get princess”

With that, he slowly pushed himself in, when he saw the pain in your eyes, he quickly pulled you into a kiss. Once he was fully inside, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear until you gave him the ok to start moving. He captured your hands in his, your rings touching each other and glistening in the moonlight that shinned through the window.

His thrust slow, filled with love, but had enough force to make the two of you quickly approach your ends.

“T-tanjiro I’m close..” you say when he finally breaks away from the kiss he had started a few seconds prior.

“Me too. Let’s cum together shall we?” He says, his pace picking up ever so slightly, before feeling you cum. After helping you ride out his high he quickly pulled out and came on your stomach.

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After cleaning you up, the two of you cuddled, a lot of kisses, and sweet praises were shared between the two of you until sleep finally overtook both of you.

Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Kamado❤️

End

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[itneverendshere]

cowboy casanova - rafe cameron AU (one shot)

part ii.

synopsis: no real plot line just me thinking about cowboy!rafe while listening to cowboy casanova lmao...might write a part 2...idk; thought my rafe phase couldn't get worse..but it's WORSAA than ever, drew got me on a leash jesus; anyway enjoy

warnings: cowboy!Rafe Cameron; no smut per se yET; kissing; a LOT of pet names;

word count: 1.648k

You’re smarter than this.

At least, you thought you were. Until Rafe Cameron managed to get his hands on you, and now he’s all you can think about. 

He stands a few feet away, back leaning against the passenger's side door of his truck. His arms are crossed over his chest, biceps straining, against the sleeves of his white t-shirt.

Holy fuck. 

Had it been his usual tank top and you'd be on your knees the second you saw him.

Instantly, his gaze turns towards you, indiscreetly sweeping down your body. He tips his hat in greeting, seemingly oblivious to the fact that his eyes are wandering as if he isn’t practically undressing you in his mind.

“Missed your face, darlin’.”

His eyes linger on your lips as your tongue traces its outline. The intensity in his gaze deepens, a dark heat simmering behind his blue irises. The air between you becomes charged with palpable tension as if a silent understanding passes between you.

“Can’t say the same thing, Casanova.”

He thinks it’s real fucking cute when you act like you don’t care about him. 

“Breaking m’heart,” Rafe's smirk widens, and he takes another step closer, closing the distance between you. One of his hands finds home in your waist, wrapping his warm and calloused fingers around the skin, the contact sending a jolt of awareness down your spine.

His presence seems to envelop you, and his voice drops to a low, gravelly tone, “Be nice.”

It’s entirely too hard to focus when he’s this close and all you can do is remember the last time you saw him. 

Last time, you didn’t expect things to get heavy so easily, but you couldn’t complain when you were pressed too snugly against him on the back of his truck, with your dress off and one of his hands, the same one he’s touching you with now, hooked under your ass. 

You clear your throat, slowly becoming yourself again, “What are you doing here?” 

His index finger is hooked under your chin, “Already told ya sugar.”

“And I know you better than that,” You flick the brim of his hat with your finger, “Spill, cowboy.”

A few tendrils of dark blonde hair slip loose over his forehead, and you fight every goddamn sinful thought in your mind. Like, how you had a fistful of his hair in your hand while you sat on his face.

Every time he turns those burning eyes on you, you feel something tighten deep within you. 

“Missed ya’, that’s all.”

His words give you a surge of stupid confidence roll, and you reach up, plucking his hat off his head before plopping it down on your own. His lips slowly slid into a sly grin as you tilt your head back slightly.

Rafe thinks it’s so cute when you get all red and flustered by his frame pressing against yours. His knuckles brush against your jawline, his grin melting into the sweetest smile. 

“And you wonder why I can’t get enough.”

A breath hitches in your throat, your lips parting in surprise. As much as you want to pull that beautiful mouth against yours, there’s a lot more to you two than meets the eye. You’re not supposed to do this…feelings were strictly prohibited the moment you started sleeping around with the Rafe Cameron.

You know better than that. 

“Don’t go all soft on me now, Cameron.”

He brushes a kiss on your cheek, and it takes every ounce of self-control to hold yourself back.

Rafe’s breath is ghosting over your neck when he leans over and asks if you’re doing all right. He knows exactly what kind of effect he has on you, and you hate it. 

“Lookin’ real pretty today sugar.”

“You think so?”

You want to argue back and call him out on his bullshit, but you don’t. You’d been working an eight-hour shift at the bar and after putting up with disgusting men all night, it feels nice to have someone call you pretty instead of a nice piece of ass.

His tongue darts out, sweeping over his bottom lip and your eyes track the movement like it’s the most mesmerizing thing you’ve seen in your life.

His lips stretch into a smug, satisfied grin, “Want me to prove it?”

“You wish.”

So maybe you’re also a terrible liar and your body likes to speak for itself. 

Rafe’s lips roll between his teeth as he fails to stifle a grin, “Is that why you all pressed up against me, sugar?

He loves the way you pretend to be surprised when he calls you out on your bullshit. 

Especially loves the way you always whine out that you really shouldn’t do this again when he got you in his bed, lips swollen from his kisses, and chest heaving. 

“You’re the one pressed up against me.”

“Yeah?” His hands glided with gentle precision up your arms, their touch leaving a tantalizing trail of goosebumps in their wake. The roughened calluses on his palms make delicate contact with your skin, further heightening the electrifying sensation.

As his hands continue their exploration, they caress over your shoulders, exerting just the right amount of pressure to melt away any tension, as he moves over your shoulders and cups the side of your neck.

You’re still marked up from the last time he had his mouth on you and it makes his chest swell with pride.

“Yeah.”

“Too bad, ‘cause I have no intentions of letting go, darlin’.”

Your hands fist the sides of his shirt, trying to give yourself something to keep you tethered to reality, “Cameron.”

“Got you right where I wanted ya.”

“Acting like you ain’t got a string of women pining after you.”

You try so valiantly to keep your voice from warbling, but as he kisses down the column of your neck you can’t help the sigh that slips through your open lips.

“Only want one,” Rafe tuts against your collarbone. You screw your brows together and open your eyes to look down at him as he pauses his administration to get your attention, “She’s right here.”

Your mouth drops open a little wider as his words work their way through your mind. 

You find yourself momentarily speechless, unsure of how to respond to his unexpected declaration. His statement carries a weight that you hadn't anticipated, and it takes a moment for it to fully sink in.

As you gaze down at him, your eyes meet his, searching for any hint of jest or insincerity. However, what you find in his gaze is a genuine sincerity and affection that leaves you breathless.

A mix of emotions swirls within you—shock, disbelief, and a glimmer of hope. Part of you wants to question his words, to delve deeper into his intentions and understand the magnitude of what he's saying. But another part of you simply wants to savor the tenderness of the moment, to bask in the vulnerability and the possibility of something more.

You feel his lips press against your collarbone again, his touch both comforting and electrifying. It sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but let out a soft sigh. The sound escapes your lips, betraying the longing and desire that are now coursing through your veins.

“You mean that, cowboy?”

“Got my hat on ya, don't I?”

You don’t wait another second, before grabbing the collar of his shirt and tugging him down to meet you as you rise on your toes. His lips are just as hot as his hands as they meet yours tentatively as if he’d never kissed you before. Your hand slides behind his neck, using it as an anchor to keep your knees from buckling.

Then, in one swift motion, his hand slides below your ass and hoists you up on his lap, pushing your back against the truck. You realize he’s holding your entire body weight with just one arm, and it almost makes you cum on the spot. You can feel yourself growing wetter at the idea of his strength.

So maybe you like it when Rafe Cameron manhandles you…who wouldn’t.

Breaking off for air, you rest your forehead against his, eyes closed, “Showoff.”

He grunts against your lips, “Only for you, sugar.”

You groan, pulling him back to your lips. He chuckles against them but stops as your fingers delve into his hair. Rafe pulls you closer, so your core is pressed up against his, and you squirm at the feeling of him slowly grinding into you.

His fingers brush against the bare skin of your waist where your shirt has ridden up, sending a shiver through you. A whimper escaped as you part your lips and his tongue plunges inside.

He tastes exactly how you remember, whiskey and cigarettes. You hate smokers, and yet he still pulls it off. He smells like he's yours.

His right-hand slides around to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head back to give him better access to your mouth as his tongue swiped greedily against yours. 

Rafe pulls away, both of you panting to catch your breath, his forehead pressed against yours, “Not fuckin’ you against my truck, sugar.”

You’d let him fuck you anywhere at this point.

“Inside, then?” You rasp before you can give into temptation, “Need you.”

His forehead falls on your shoulder as he groans, “You can’t do that sugar.”

“Do what?”

He grips your wrist, dragging your hand down his body until your palm is pressed against his cock, “Killin me here.”

Rafe stifles a groan when your hand grips the hardness beneath his pants, “Inside, now, cowboy.”

“Fuck, baby—” He meets your gaze through hooded eyes, “Gonna ruin you, yeah?”

Your pussy clenches around nothing as you whimper, tangling your fingers through his hair, “Please.”

“Don’t gotta ask twice sweet girl.”

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron au #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron angst #rafe fic #rafe fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe x you #rafe smut #rafe angst #rafe obx #rafe x y/n #obx #outer banks #obx3 #obx 3 #obx fanfiction #obx rafe cameron #outerbanks imagine #outerbanks one shot #outerbanks drabble #outerbanks blurb #Outerbanks series #rafe cameron imagine

[femme4ngel]

stay ⋆ alexia putellas

𐐪♡𐑂 summary: alexia has to leave early for training but maybe she can make it up to you somehow..

𐐪♡𐑂 alexia putellas x femme reader

𐐪♡𐑂 warnings: smut! 18+only! very sweet, a few pet names thts it i think <3

you hate the early morning trainings so much and she knows it. she gets ready quietly and quickly ( waking you anyways since you open your eyes when her warmth disappears from your body) peppering your faces with kisses and whispering sweet nothings into your ears.

“ good morning pretty girl, go back to sleep ill be back before you know it..”

and sometimes you listen to her and do go back to bed and sometimes you’re just too needy and upset to do so. this is one of those mornings. you actually wake up a few minutes before alexia does. you roll around in the bed feeling frustrated and sleepy. you dreams had made you feel fuzzy and theres now a desperate ache between your legs. your moving around eventually wakes your girlfriend, who looks at you smiling.

“ whats up baby, how come you’re awake?” she smirks, her words are soft but cheeky, and you somehow get the feeling that alexia knows exactly what woke you.

“mhmhm” you don’t answer just snuggle into her arms, pressing your body into hers. you breathe in the scent of her skin, feeling her warmth and smelling the coconut shampoo she uses. your heart beats faster and faster, you will never get used to being so close to her. her hands around your waist, hugging you as she slips her leg between yours. its a completely innocent move, just her getting cozy and you almost feel bad for how the warmth spreads through your body, how the knot in your stomach tightens from the feeling of her knee against you. you try not to think about of it all, ignoring the crazy butterflies everywhere in your stomach. “its way too early and she needs to go to training soon..” you tell yourself. and then alexia suddenly moves her leg, now her knee completely in contact with your panties and you cant help yourself but whimper into her shirt. she giggles into your neck, kissing your face, while her hand comes up to sweep the hair out of your face.

“did you have nice dreams baby?” she asks with a grin and a nasty chuckle in her voice. you can’t believe what you’re hearing.. it seems like your girlfriend knows you better than you thought… your cheeks turn bright red as you blush and hide your face into her chest.

“mhm-hmh i just.. woke up and needed you lex..” you mumble, the words coming out of your mouth weakly as she peels your shirt off, her hands cupping your breasts.

“ i could tell pretty girl, just let me make you feel good” she kisses the words into your mouth, her hands holding you, her body all over yours. you feel lost in the pleasure as you start rocking yourself against her leg, she chuckles into your ears, acknowledging your impatience. her hands travel down between your legs, her fingers finally touching you where you need it most. she pulls down your panties,her thumb pressing against your clit as she keeps kissing you, swallowing your whimpers. she knows exactly how to touch you, she knows your body so well, you melt in her arms, her touch is like fire. it doesn’t take long till you begin to feel the knot in your stomach threatening to snap, the way alexia is holding you, the way her fingers are touching you, how she’s kissing you like she’s starving, its all to much.

“please ale..please” you gasp for air breaking the kiss for a second. you don’t even know what you’re begging for as you cum around her fingers.

she holds you for what seems like eternity, kissing you all over, telling you how beautiful you are, caressing your face and brushing through your hair with her fingers. aftercare is always like this with alexia, shes the sweetest person you’ve ever been with. she often runs you a bath or makes you a snack afterwards, but all that really matters is that the both of you are comfortable.

you’re in a middle of a tickle fight ( alexia is winning of course, your laughing so hard tears start forming in your eyes) when her alarm goes off. as much as you hate it when she leaves, after a morning like this you cant complain..

#alexia putellas #football imagines #wlw #wlw love #wlw smut #alexia putellas x reader #barca femeni #barca femeni x reader #alexia putellas smut

[divine-knight-hand]

Live to Serve

Loki Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3

Pairing: Female-Presenting Queen!Loki Laufeyson (or, more like Laufeydottir) x Female Einherjar Soldier!Reader

Summary: After a promotion celebration in honor of your latest act of service to Asgard, you request a new way to be of service to your beloved queen.

Content Warnings: Assisted stripping, unusual pet names (I guess?), slight praise, Loki being a little tease, thighriding, brief mention of marking (hickeys, and the like), cunnilingus, facesitting

…Also, I can’t tell if there's any dom/sub dynamic here. I blacked out and suddenly they had, like, this back-and-forth thing. So, be on the lookout for that. 😅

Notes: After making this silly little post, the gears in my brain went into overdrive, and suddenly, I gave life to this~

I was also inspired by that one TikTok sound that's all like "When I say sit on my face, don't just put 10% of your body weight down. Fucking sit on it. Sit. Like a chair. Don't ask if I can breathe. Just sit down." Lmaooo! So, there's that. (I'm so gay for writing this 🤣)

Also, I’d be a criminal if I didn’t thank @fandxmslxt69 for reading the first half of this and helping me decide what direction I wanted it to go. Even if this wasn’t one of her typical reads, she’s the sweetest person ever and wanted to help anyway. So, THANK YOU, MY WIFE!!! MWAH!!! 💕

Word Count: 3,054

Dividers by @benkeibear

“You have fight in you. I can’t help but commend that.” Loki towered above me, her voice carrying throughout the throne room, though she didn’t seem to have to use any effort to retain her volume.

Everything about her was regal as ever. Her dark, wavy hair. Her strong cheekbones. Her long, elegant green dress and gold horned headdress. She was everything anyone expected the queen of Asgard to be. She was perfect.

“Your actions today prevented tragedy on a massive scale.” She continued. “Had you not employed your skillset the way you had today, the Kursed would have done more than tire out our border patrol."

“I tried to act accordingly to limit the threat to our kingdom.” I straightened my back in my kneeling position at her feet. “I live to serve the people of Asgard.”

What I really wanted to say was “I live to serve you”, but a glint in Loki’s eye gave me the feeling that she already knew that.

“Your efforts don’t go unnoticed.” The corner of her lip twitched into a small smirk. “I do believe it’s about time for a promotion of sorts, don’t you?”

She reached down to softly grab me by the chin, and my heart fluttered. It took everything out of me not to let my eyes flutter shut and sigh under her touch. I wasn’t clear on my relationship with Loki, but, whatever it was, it wasn’t typical of a queen and a member of her army. I definitely didn’t need anyone else catching wind of what we had between us.

My attention returned to the sound of her saying my full name in that same regal voice of hers. “Someone with your work ethic shouldn’t be kept in a position among the rest of the Einherjar. That would be an insult to your potential. Do you accept the responsibility that comes with being the queen’s personal Einheri?”

My eyes widened. Her what?

“You would be tasked with staying by my side at all times, as well as ensuring my absolute protection.” She continued. “It will not be easy.” She softly chuckled, mischief briefly glinting in her eye. “But, I promise great rewards for you in return.”

My heart was pounding in my ears. She might as well have asked me if I would accept her hand in marriage.

I took a deep breath to compose myself. “No reward would be greater than the opportunity to personally ensure your safety, min dronning.”

“Very well.” She let go of my face and conjured a green handkerchief in her hand before knighting me with it. “Starting today, you’ll bear the duties of my greatest protector.” She held the handkerchief out to me. “Take this as a token of my appreciation to you, and rise for the people of Asgard.”

Applause immediately filled the throne room as I gingerly accepted the handkerchief before rising to my feet. Loki and I shared a smile before I turned to face the audience. Cheering the loudest in the front row were some of my closest friends, Sif, Hogun, Volstagg, Fandral, and Thor. Heimdall stood beside them, his lips curved up in a proud smile as he silently nodded in approval. I bashfully waved at them, willing my cheeks not to glow with my embarrassment. I wasn’t particularly used to being the subject of this level of congratulations.

Wanting to avoid all the eyes on me, I looked back down at the handkerchief in my hands. It was clearly representative of Loki, green with elegant gold embroidery. Upon a closer look, I noticed that the embroidered designs formed words.

Find me in my chambers tonight, it read.

That was when I felt Loki’s fingers curl around my shoulder before she softly purred against the shell of my ear, “Du har gjort meg veldig glad i dag, kjæledyr~”

I felt a shiver down my spine, and had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning with the sudden desire I felt for her. Tonight couldn’t come fast enough.

───※ ·⛨· ※───

“Kneel.” The command was soft, but firm, and I didn’t hesitate to obey.

After my knighting ceremony, there was a feast in my honor. The festivities were almost too much, and I couldn’t help but almost feel that I didn’t deserve all this praise. When I wasn’t facing the embarrassing congratulations from my dear friends, my eyes scanned the room for Loki, locking eyes with her in a knowing glance.

Tonight, she seemed to silently promise me.

Each time, I held her gaze a little too long after she looked away before another one of my friends brought me back to reality.

Once the celebration was over, I didn’t waste a second before heading to her room. Now, I kneeled before her, still in my golden armor from the day’s work.

The low candlelight did nothing to diminish her regality. It only served to deepen the angles of her face as she slowly strolled over, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor and echoing off of the walls to fill the silence between us.

“You arrived quicker than I anticipated you would.” She cupped my face in her hand, thumb rubbing over my bottom lip. “Already so eager to please. Isn’t that right, pet?”

I let my eyes flutter shut and sighed into her touch. “Yes, my queen.”

Then, she let go, all too soon, before strolling over to her full-length mirror. “Normally, I have my maids assist me with this,” She moved her hair, revealing the lacing along the back of her gown’s corset. “But, consider this your first assignment.”

I felt my heart flutter. “Whatever you need, I’ll do it.”

“You can start by helping me out of this gown.” She purred, “Rise, min Einheri~”

Another pang of desire hit me at the sound of her calling me hers. I suddenly craved to hear it again. Min Einheri…

I slowly and wordlessly took to my feet before approaching her. She didn’t turn to look at me, instead, meeting my eye through the mirror in front of her.

“Be gentle, now,” She twirled one of her raven locks around her finger. “I rather like this one.”

All I could manage was a nod before I began to untie the back of her gown. I didn’t even realize, but as my fingers worked to undo the knots, I slowly leaned in closer to her. The smells of her perfumes and shampoo almost made me dizzy. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to kiss her, just to be able to taste her essence.

Once I loosened the corset, Loki shrugged off the dress, and it fell into a pool of fabric on the floor as she let out a sigh of relief. “That’s better.”

I bit the inside of my cheek as I took in the image in front of me. Loki stood before me in nothing more than a set of lacy green underwear. This wasn’t my first time seeing her like this, but I just couldn’t get past the awe I was struck with each time I was blessed with this vision. This goddess.

My hands itched to explore every inch of her newly exposed skin, but my eyes wasted no time in doing so. They traced along the softness of her thighs, the plumpness of her ass, and the curves of her hips, before inappropriately lingering on her pillowy breasts once she turned to face me.

I bit my lip against a growing throbbing sensation in my core.

“Do you like what you see, pet?” I looked up to meet the mischievous glint that returned to her eye. “I desire to give you so much more than this.” She strolled over, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. “After all, I have yet to personally reward you for your loyalty.”

She was so tantalizingly close, our mouths only a breath apart, but before I could think to part my lips as an invitation, she pulled away. “Whoops! We can’t leave that lying around, now can we?” She cupped my cheek, rubbing the apple of it. “Would you mind hanging that up for me before it wrinkles?”

“Of course,” I breathed, and she smiled before walking off.

I let out a small sigh as I picked her gown up off of the floor. Leave it to Loki to be a tease. It was as if it was her bedroom trademark to always leave her partner wanting more, and I would gladly fall for it every time. It was a delicious vicious cycle.

I entered her grand walk-in closet, combing through the numerous gowns, tunics, and other glamorous articles of clothing before finding a spot to hang up her gown.

Suddenly, I heard Loki groan my name from the bedroom. My heart dropped into my stomach as I turned around and rushed out of the closet. Had she gotten hurt? Had I already failed at protecting her? Had I-

“Mmh, my darling pet~” Loki’s eyes were shut, her dark waves spilled over the white cotton of her pillows as she laid back in bed. Her breathing was heavy, and a faint blush crept into her cheeks, almost hidden behind the low lighting. I felt a similar warmth creep into mine as my eyes wandered along her now fully naked body, only stopping once they saw her fingers teasing her glistening cunt.

“I suppose I couldn’t wait through my own teasing.” She softly chuckled, cutting herself off with a softer moan. “Your loyalty to me is so… alluring. Appreciated, of course, but so alluring… When you fight for me… When you kneel for me… Gods, I’m so proud of you… and I have to have you.”

I slowly approached the bed, legs shaking from a sudden weakness in my knees. “And I want nothing more than to please you.”

“Oh, min Einheri,” Loki’s eyes rolled back, and the sound she made was absolutely lewd. I gripped one of the supports of her bed as my heart began to pound against my chestplate. The throbbing in my core was incessant. I didn’t just want Loki. I craved her.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” Loki mewled. “You invade my every waking thought… Don’t keep me waiting any longer.” With her free hand, she patted the spot on the bed next to her. “Come here.”

 I obediently, but less-than-gracefully, crawled onto the bed before laying down to rest beside her.

“Your majesty-” I breathed before she cut me off by rolling on top of me.

“I believe the time for talk is over.” Her breath was warm against my face as her hair draped down around us. “I want you to show me how devoted you are to me.”

My eyes fluttered shut as she slowly began to lean closer to me, and I risked the move of gently grabbing her hips. “I’ll do anything you ask of me, min dronning.”

Finally, Loki closed the space between our mouths, biting my lip as she pulled away. My lips parted with a shudder, and she kissed me again, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I let my hands run along her back as I raised my knee between her thighs. She moaned into my mouth as she began to slowly grind against my thigh, the only part of my body covered in dark leather rather than shiny armor.

My mind grew hazy. I was drunk off the taste of Loki and the feel of her body against mine. Feeling her cunt clench against the muscles of my thigh was enough to make my head spin… But, I still needed more.

Loki slid her hands up along my chestplate to cup my face, and my hands found the round of her ass, giving it a squeeze. She moaned in my mouth as I began to help guide her along my thigh, my hips slowly bucking with my movements. Our kisses quickly grew feverish, as if we could devour each other. It seemed appropriate, considering the fact that I deeply hungered for her.

Once she broke our kiss, I trailed my lips along her neck, kissing, biting, sucking, licking, and breathing her in. I knew she’d end up all marked up by the end of the night, and a possessive part of me found a thrill in that. I’ll mark you, and only you, min dronning…

“Ah, darling-” The sounds I pulled from Loki were like music to my ears. “You’re too good to me…”

“...need to taste you, mmh…” I gasped before returning to marking her.

“Is that so?” Loki gently coaxed my face out of the crook of her neck. “Allow me to put you to work elsewhere, then~”

“Please, min dronning,” I breathed. “Let me please you.”

Loki sat up, straddling my hips. “And how do you wish to do that?”

I didn’t even have to think about it. “I want you to ride my face.” I softly caressed her thighs as I answered. “I want you to take what you need from me, and let me taste your release on my tongue.” The sweet nectar of your release… My mouth watered at the thought.

“My sweet pet,” Loki leaned forward to caress my cheek. “My loyal Einheri… That sounds dangerous.”

“Danger isn’t foreign to me.” I insisted.

“Of that, I’m sure.” Loki rubbed her thumb along my bottom lip. “But I still implore you to let me know if it becomes too much to bear. Three taps on my thigh and I’ll move immediately. Understood?”

“Understood.” I agreed.

A warm expression graced her features as she leaned forward to cup my face in her hands again. “My darling pet, so eager to please…”

My tongue darted out to wet my lips. “I live to serve you, min dronning.”

The last thing I saw was Loki’s mouth curve into a small smirk before I helped her shift her position to straddle my face.

She still held herself up to give me space, and I gently kissed along her inner thigh, hoping to ease her back into a sense of comfort. “Whenever you’re ready,” I whispered against her soft skin. “Just sit down.”

“Sit down?” A look of shock filled Loki’s eyes above me. “All the way?”

My legs squeezed together as the image began to solidify in my mind. I felt myself fill with a hunger I’d never felt before. I was ravenous, and the only thing to sate my craving was just a few inches from my mouth.

“All the way.” My eyes were unmoving from Loki’s as I reassured her. “I can take it.”

Loki pondered this for a moment. “As you wish.”

I brought my hands up to help guide her hips as she lowered herself down. Once she sat down, I could feel the pressure of her weight on my face, and it only served to spur me on.

I gave her hips a reassuring squeeze, my hands unceasingly caressing them as I began to work my tongue between her folds. My eyes fluttered shut, and I moaned into her cunt as the wet sounds we were making filled the room.

Any apprehension that Loki might have had fell away as I heard her moan. “Ohhh, yes… Just like that… Ohhh, my darling pet…”

I felt her thighs clench against my head, and the dirtiest parts of my mind hoped, just for a moment, that she’d crush me between them. I couldn’t stop the moan that tumbled from my throat once my brain conjured that imagery, the pulsing between my thighs driving me mad.

“Min Einheri…” Loki mewled, and I opened my eyes to see her head thrown back as she was lost in ecstasy. “Min lojale Einheri… You know how to please me so well… Ah- Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

Her loud moans seemed to rattle off of the castle walls as she began to buck her hips, and I hoped my fingers weren’t digging too deep into her skin while I helped keep her steady. It was difficult to keep myself in check, since I was eating her out as if I was starved. She was everything I wanted–my wildest dreams come alive–and I knew I’d remember her taste for days, craving it until she’d let me have her again.

I wanted to be able to voice my thoughts, but all I could manage was, “Mmmmmmmh… Mmh…” as my eyes fluttered closed again.

Any coherence from my queen was gone, her words practically slurring as her pet name for me was the only thing tumbling from her lips between her panting breaths. “Min Einheri… Ohhhh, min Einheri…”

I felt her clench against my mouth as her moans grew whinier. She was close.

Min dronning… I sighed another moan against her cunt.

Loki cried out my name, her voice a little hoarse as she spilled her release into my mouth. I greedily lapped it up, saliva slowly dripping down the sides of my mouth as I swallowed every drop I could.

As she came down from her high, I noticed her legs shaking as she struggled to move off of me. She only made it a few inches before I gripped her hips again.

“Wait!” I was loudly gasping for air, but I wasn’t fully sated just yet. “Once more… Please…”

“You have to be mad.” Loki breathlessly scoffed. “Have you no consideration for your own wellbeing?”

Not right now. “Please… Min dronning…” I begged. “I’m not done demonstrating my loyalty to you… Please… Once more…”

She deeply considered this, her brows furrowing in the slightest. “You remember our agreement, yes? Three taps if you need air.”

“I remember.” I felt my heart begin to race as I sensed her beginning to change her mind.

A hint of a smile ghosted at her lips as she began to lower herself back down onto me. “Alright, min Einheri… Once more…” At least, that’s what her words said.

A glint in her eye told me that she knew just as well as I did that this wouldn’t be only once more...

───※ ·⛨· ※───

Min dronning - My queen

Du har gjort meg veldig glad i dag, kjæledyr - You've made me very happy today, pet

Min Einheri - My Einheri

Min lojale Einheri - My loyal Einheri

#smut #loki #loki laufesyon x reader #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson smut #marvel smut #loki fanfiction #mcu loki #loki god of mischief #loki mcu #loki fic #loki marvel #loki smut #loki x reader #loki fanfic #loki fanfction #loki x female reader #loki x female reader smut #marvel #marvel fanfiction #female loki

[vampwritesstuff]

Bayverse tmnt Boys (if you don’t do Bayverse then 2012) with an autistic s/o who’s very blunt and expressionless. Like, you could tell them the funniest joke and their reaction would be „haha, that’s so funny. 😐“. Will say the sweetest stuff to the turtle and will look like a stone wall the whole time.

TMNT Brothers with an Autistic Reader

Okay, so I’m gonna try my best on this, disclaimer that I am not autistic and I can’t speak for anyone who is, however as it was a request I am going to step out of my comfort zone a little bit and try to do this ! I really tried my best and I’m so sorry if it’s not up to standard, and please please correct me if I got something wrong !

Type: Headcannons

TMNT Version: Bayverse TMNT !

Request?: Requested, refer to ask above

CW: Nothing serious, maybe angsty if you squint? Mostly fluffy stuff ! It’s a little short cause I wrote this while at work.

LEO

- Was taken aback when you straight faced told him that you loved him.

- At first, he thought you didn’t actually mean it because of how seriously you said it with such a blank face.

- But after a little explaining, he understood that you struggled to show express emotion due to your autism.

- It still surprises him sometimes to watch you show affection with little emotion.

- Thinks it makes you unique and makes a point to remind you of that.

- He doesn’t push you to show your emotions and is completely content just knowing that you’re being yourself.

RAPH

- He doesn’t mind that you show little emotion when it comes to verbal affection.

- He, himself, has never been one to show affection.

- It doesn’t bother him when you call him pet names with the straightest face.

- You guys found a happy middle when it comes to lovey dovey stuff and it works great for you both.

- Thinks it’s actually really adorable when you ask to cuddle with a straight face.

- Willing to fight anyone who makes an off handed comment about how you don’t show much emotion.

MIKEY

- Has more than enough expressiveness for the both of you combined.

- Makes it his mission to get at least a smile outta you.

- Head over heels for you when you laugh at his jokes, like “Ha Ha, that’s a good one Mikey.” And there’s just no expression on your face.

- But what you lack for in emotional affection, you make up for with physical affection.

- Mikey loves your hugs, like borderline obsessed with your hugs.

- He’s always looking forward to the next time he can test out a new joke or pickup line on you.

DONNIE

- He’s very curious at first, and asks a bunch of questions.

- I headcannon that Donnie is also on the autism spectrum.

- Totally content with you not being super expressive with your feelings.

- Still though, he’s very happy that you even consider telling him that you love him.

- Will have the biggest smile while you thank him for a gadget he made you.

- Constantly reminds you that you don’t have to be emotionally expressive for him to know how much you love him.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2018 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #tmnt x reader #tmnt x you #tmnt x y/n #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014

[unfinshedsentec]

Some izana boyfriend hcs ❤️ since it's his birthday 🎉

( if it's possible for you to do !)

Heyyy love! Nice to see you again <3 Hahaha I was literally thinking of doing this for his birthday, and then you requested. Hahaha it fit perfectly.

It’s a little late but I hope you still enjoy <3

RANDOM IZANA BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS❕

reader is gender neutral!

character pairing: izana kurokawa x reader

tw: cursing, mentions of fights, and mentions of murder (it’s izana)

·        Honestly, Izana would be one of the best, sweetest, most gentle boyfriends in the Tokyo Rev universe

·        Seriously, once you break down his walls, he’s just a boy who needs love

·        And, of course, the guy treats you like a queen

·        He spoils you so much all the time, and gives you unconditional love

·        From giving you tons of hugs and kisses, to taking you out on extravagant dates—Izana would do it all in a heartbeat

·        Not to say he’s a perfect boyfriend though, because as we all know, Izana has flaws

·        Throughout his life he’s been so lonely, that now that he has you, he can not only be quite clingy, but also quite….protective

·        The man has nearly killed someone for you (he can take things too far)

·        Luckily, with your help and the trust you two have, Izana has calmed down a bit

·        But he still makes you wear his Tenjuku jacket at meetings

·        And, as I mentioned before, he can be quite clingy

·        In private, he’s all hands on

·        In public, it’s dialed back, but he’s always sure to at least keep an arm wrapped around your waist

·        After all, he’s gotta make sure you’re safe! He loves you too much to let anything happen!

·       Seriously. To him, you’re truly an angel sent down from heaven—his savior

·        You saved him in his darkest time, and he couldn’t be more thankful

·        Still, he struggles

·        He’s been through so much, and has so much trauma that a lot of times, you have to just hug him and tell him everything alright

·        He also doubts his skills as a boyfriend

·        He’s always afraid of doing something wrong, or hurting you—so you also have to reassure him quite a lot

·        But hey, who doesn’t have trauma?

·        Izana’s is just a little…different?

·        In any case, he’s still a great boyfriend, through and through

·        Really, he’s super sweet!

·        He loves calling you by pet names (darling, love, honey)—but he’s not a fan of the pet names you call him

·        Babe or love is fine, just don’t call him sweetie pie or something

·        He’ll hate that

·        Izana also loves showing off to you

·        Now, he’s nowhere near Ran’s level but he certainly does love to train when you’re around

·        And somehow, in some way, he’s always shirtless

·        Not that you mind. After all, who doesn’t love seeing Izana’s abs?

·        And as I said before, Izana loves spoiling you

·        From buying your favorite candies, to taking you on trips out of the country—Izana will do it all

·        What can I say, he’s got Koko to help with money!

·        And, of course because of him, you have so much respect in the gang world…mainly because Izana won’t stand for any disrespect towards you (he’ll beat up anyone who disrespects you)

·        Oh well, work’s out in your favor. I mean, at least you don’t have to worry about gangs as much

·       As you can tell, you rely on Izana

·        Still, there are things Izana relies on you for!

·        The guy, for the life of him, can’t cook

·        Seriously, he’s tried and he somehow manages to mess up ramen

·        No one was there to teach it to him…and even if they were, he’d still be a bad cook

·        It’s not his forte

·        Izana is definitely also the type who falls for jump scares

·        He absolutely freaks at any jump-scary horror game or movie

·        And trust me, the man flipped his shit when you showed him that car ride-zombie jump scare on YouTube

·        He wouldn’t talk to you for while after that

·        Any other videogames though, he’s good at!

·        Seriously, the man can have never heard of a videogame boyfriend, and be a pro at it within minutes...especially if it’s a combat videogame

·        There is no winning against him there

·        He also trusts you to clean up his wounds

·        Don’t get it wrong, Izana can patch himself up, but everything is better when you do it

·        Plus, you’re so gentle…and he loves looking at you while you do it

·        Who am I kidding, Izana always loves looking at you

·        You’re just so perfect how could he not!

·        And most of all, Izana relies on you to help with his trauma

·        You are his pillar, the person who showed him how beautiful the world could be

·        He loves you so much, and you him

·        So you better not leave him! After all, lord knows what that guy would do if you left him (cough cough, murder) ….

masterlist || reblogs are very appreciated <3

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #izana kurokawa #izana kurokawa x reader #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x you #izana #izana x reader #izana x you #izana x y/n #izana kurokawa x y/n #izana kurokawa x you #kurokawa izana #tokyo revengers izana #izana headcanons #tokyo revengers headcanons #boyfriend headcanons

[briecheese-3]

FLOWERZ

A/N: please don’t judge, wrote this at 3 in the morning, fighting off sleep. not checked, prolly not good, jus show some support if you can! 🩷

warnings: angst, mention of suicide, praise kink, pet names, oral (f receiving), lemme know if i missed anything!

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Turning up the music, I drove to Addis house. Of course she had to live in the middle of butt fuck nowhere. I didn’t need directions. I frequented her house so much, I’m surprised her mom didn’t ask for rent. She didn’t answer my last text, but I head straight to her room anyways, petting her dog on the way up. I opened her door, the hinges creaking slightly. There she was. As beautiful as ever. She was the prettiest girl I knew, even though she didn’t think so. The prettiest girl, dead. Knees giving out, I felt the floor against my face, not knowing how I got there. Its my fault. I can’t face her mother. Our school. My car. Everything reminds me of her. Its my fault. I’ll never love again.

5 years later:

Peter was nice. An FBI agent, one with the sweetest heart. Of course, I’ve been in love with him from the beginning. His face is the second in my mind when waking up. My apartment was lit brightly with the lights of the never sleeping city. Washington DC, home of the POTUS, white house, government officials. It should make me feel safe. No one has sinc- Its my fault. I rub my eyes, removing the image from my mind. Besides, I had a date tonight. Grabbing my phone, I texted the out of service number. “Getting ready, heres the fit. Hope he likes it, hes such a cutie!!”

Grabbing my keys, I walk out the door to the restaurant. When I get there, he’s standing there with a flower. Such a gentleman. He holds the door for me, pulls my seat out, he even walks me back to my car and opens the door when we’re done.

“Do you wanna, maybe, come back to my place? For a movie, of course, I don’t want to force you and if you don’t want to I absolutely understand, since this is our first date since we’ve been friends and stuff-“ He grabs my hands to cut me off.

“A movie sounds perfect.” There it is. The smile and the comfort and the peace in his warmth. I give him a ride, since he took a bus here. I turn the radio down a little as we talk, the ride only being a few minutes back to my apartment. He’s watching the scenery fly past, while I’m focused on him. “Man, I love this song.” He reaches to turn on the radio, and I recognize the song. The first few strums. Iris by the goo goo dolls.

Turning up the music, I drove to Addis house.

“That song,” I say softly, “it was playing when I drove to her house.”

He doesn’t ask who, he doesn’t have to. We sit in silence the rest of the way, basking in the music.

I drop my keys on the table and shrug off my coat. Sitting on the couch we get comfy. I snuggle to his warmth, his large form covering mine with ease. He wraps his arm around my shoulder, and how the fuck am I supposed to focus when he’s right there. His gaze is hard against my face, and I know he isn’t even watching. I turn down the volume and turn to look at him. My tank top exposes the dark ink on my shoulder, and Peter brushes a thumb over it.

“What’s this?” It might be a ploy to get under my shirt, but I couldn’t care less. It’s Peter. I grab my shirt and begin to pull it off, but he stops me.

“Woah, I asked about the tattoo, not whats under your shirt. Although I am interested, you don’t have to.”

His thoughtfulness starts a blush in my stomach.

“It’s alright, Peter.” I say as I pull off my shirt. “Can you get this for me?” I ask, and he unclips my bra for me, sliding it off my arms. He rubs his fingers over the outline of the giant tattoo that resides on my back.

“Addi was an artist. The best I knew. She drew these flowers everywhere. I got the artist to blow one up for me so I have her with me wherever I go.” He sighs, and I’m startled by the proximity of his warm breath on my skin. He kisses the top petal, working his way all around it. I turn towards him and pull his face towards me, finally kissing those blush red lips I’ve had my eyes on since the beginning. Sighing into his touch, he deepens the kiss with one movement. I forget how toned he is sometimes, pulling off his shirt to reveal his muscled torso. He has a few tattoos here and there, and I run my fingers over them. He kisses down my throat, sucking a little to creat small marks. Wrapping my fingers in his hair, he makes his way farther down. I make a movement to pull my bottoms off, but he pushes my hands away and does it himself. He makes eye contact with me the whole time, waiting for a sign to stop. He can’t pull himself away, and, personally, I definitely do not want him to. He stands a little to pull his own pants off, his boxers with them. His body is beautiful, his touch almost painful with the pleasure it brings. Curling his fingers into your folds, he sighs at the wetness. “So pretty. How could anyone pull themselves away from this.” Blushing at his words, I pull his hair a little, his groans a reward. I jump a little when he inserts one finger, and his eyes widen with hesitance.

“No please keep going you feel so good Peter”

“Atta girl”

He grins at my words, and I blush at his, as he’s pumping his fingers in and out, curling them just right. It’s like heaven on earth, and I almost scream when he inserts another finger, going faster with every thrust and curl of his long fingers. He’s hitting just the right spots, and my moans make that known. I scream his name when I feel his the presence of his mouth, against my clit, sucking and biting. My end is nearing faster than ever, and I open my mouth in a silent scream when he inserts yet another finger. Seeing white, my release comes easy. He has a shit faced grin on his face, covered with slick from my pussy. I pull his hair to bring him up to me and kiss him, hard, with no hesitation. He smiles into the kiss and pulls away for air.

“My good girl, so pretty. But I’m not done with you yet.”

You look down at hiss throbbing dick, and gulp at the size.

It’s going to be a long night.

#smut fic #smut #smutty #oneshots #my fic #peter sutherland #night agent #gabriel basso #peter sutherland smut

[petboymart]

BOYFRIEND EVENT

boyfriend!akaashi + puppy!bokuto

where you and your boyfriend adopt a bubbly puppy from the shelter, and he jumps into your bed at the worst time

tw/cw: gender neutral reader (i’m almost 100% positive but there may be a slip up), pet names, praise, unprotected sex, threesome, hybrid

a/n: this is the first post of the boyfriend event! i hope you enjoy! -eden<3

“pretty,” akaashi called softly, “could you please pass me the spatula?”

“of course love,” you reply.

upon receiving the spatula akaashi flips the pancakes sizzling on the pan onto their uncooked side.

“can you put chocolate chips in mine?” bokutos voice calls from his seat at the table.

you smile softly at the giddy puppy before replying, “i’m sorry honey, but puppies can’t have chocolate. if will make you very sick.”

bokutos tail stops wagging, and he drops in his seat, “oh”

ever the quick one, akashi’s quickly says, “but you can have some blueberries in them. would that be okay instead?”

at the promise of his favorite fruit in his pancakes, bokuto immediately perks up, “mmhm! that’s okay!”

you and your boyfriend akaashi felt as though your home was a little too quiet, so just under three weeks ago you adopted the sweetest dog from the shelter.

bokuto was an like a glowing ray of sunshine, he never failed to lift your mood, and you’re sure akaashi felt the same way.

“breakfast for dinner was a wonderful idea love,” you speak to akaashi as you set the table while he finishes the food.

“well it has been a long week, and i know you two have quite the craving for breakfast foods.” akaashi responds as he sets down the plates of food.

“thank you love!” bokuto yips. he was to busy digging into his food to notice the dusting of pink on akaashis cheeks. bokuto had picked up the pet names that you and akaashi called each other, and neither of you felt the need to tell him not to. that didn’t mean that hearing them didn’t have an affect on you though.

the three of you had a pleasant meal together, talking about your week and asking questions about each other’s. after you finished akaashi did the dishes while you helped bokuto get ready for bed. once akaashi was done in the kitchen he joined you in bokutos room to give him a kiss goodnight and wish him sweet dreams before you shut the door and headed to your own room to turn in for the night. once you had washed up and slid into bed akaashi wrapped his arm around your waist and began to place soft kisses and small bites along your neck and shoulders, all while his other hand began to slide down into the space between your legs.

<3

“kei-ji!” you whined as your boyfriend damn near knocked the air out of you with his perfectly positioned thrusts. “ah-ah! keiji keiji keiji!”

“does it feel good pretty? tell me how good it feels my love.” akaashi pants from above you, infatuated from the sight of you with your legs pressed to your chest.

“so good keiji, so good! ’m so close, so cl-ose!” a particularly hard thrust broke up your word. you mewled while arching your back from the pleasure.

maybe if you were in a clearer state of mind, you would have heard the creak of bokutos bedroom door. maybe you would have heard his footsteps down the hall and the jingle of his collar. maybe you would have heard the sound of your own bedroom door being opened. and maybe you would have noticed bokuto entering the room before he announced his presence by grabbing akaashis hips and pinning him to the bed with a snarl.

“bokuto?! what are you doing?!” you asked with a slight slur in your voice.

“he was hurting you!” he replied.

the man in question was still in a state of shock from his position under the beefy puppy, cock still hard and throbbing. he had the fight the urge to grind his hips into the man pinning him down to relieve some of the friction, though he couldn’t stop the slight rocking his hips did on their own.

“oh honey he wasn’t hurting me, he was making me feel good.” you said

bokuto gave you a look of confusion, but upon seeing the sincerity on your face, his eyes widened and he quickly moved off of akaashi. “ i-um i’m sorry! i thought he was…”

“it’s okay kotaro, i’m grateful that you would come and protect me if i needed it,” you gave him a kiss on the forehead before moving to check on akaashi, who was thankfully fine.

“i’m sorry keiji.” bokuto said, still deflated.

“it’s okay kotaro. i know you had good intentions.” keiji spoke once he gathered his bearings, then gave bokuto a forehead kiss of his own.

bokuto fidgets in his place kneeling on the bed. his ears were pinned to his head and his tail was tucked between his thighs. just as you were about to ask if he was alright, bokuto spoke up, “can i uh.. is it okay if i.. help?”

“help with what honey?” keiji asked, moving to stroke bokutos ears.

his reply came just above a whisper “help make them feel good…”

you and akaashi shared a look of exitement, but also worry. you didn’t want bokuto to feel coerced into this, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourselves. “of course you can honey,” you began, “but are you sure you really want to? you don’t have it if you’re not 100% sure ko.”

his eyes immediately shot up to you, his ears perked once again, and his tail began to wag the fastest you’ve ever seen, “i’m sure i’m sure!”

you smiled at his enthusiasm until you were gently pushed back into a laying position by akaashi, who also gently guided bokuto to sit between between your legs.

“i’m gonna have you do what i was doing to pretty earlier okay ko?” akaashi spoke from his spot behind bokuto as he places his hands on his hips and rested his chin on his shoulder.

“mmhm!” bokuto replied with an enthusiastic nod.

you were the next to speak, “if you want to stop say red okay baby?”

“okay!”

“what are you supposed to say if you want to stop?” you asked to check

“red!”

“such a good boy kotaro” akaashi cooed, “isn’t he such a good boy pretty?”

you grinned at the blush on bokutos face, “yes his is darling, he’s a very good boy”

bokutos tail was moving as fast as it could for being pressed between himself and akaashi, who groaned every time it brushed against his still hard, and very sensitive cock. he nudged bokuto as close to you as he could while still leaving enough room to line his cock up with your entrance. from that position, akaashi pressed bokutos hips, and by extension his cock, deeper into you until his hips were flush with yours.

“that’s a good boy koutaro, very good boy,” akaashi cooed in his ear. the praise made bokutos hips jump and cock throb, hitting that one spot inside of you and forcing an unholy but extremely erotic sound from your throat.

bokutos eyes were rolled back into his head, tongue lolled out, and his drool was dripping down his own neck because his head had rolled onto akaashis shoulder. the later man was stroking your thigh with one hand while he was dragging his nails down bokutos abs with the other.

“such a good boy,” akaashi placed a soft kiss on his adam’s apple, “now once she adjusts to your size you can start moving your hips alright baby?”

“uh-uhhuh” bokuto tried to reply though the twitch of his hips and quick rise and fall of his chest indicated that he was eager to get going.

akaashi turned his attention to you, the hand that was on your thigh moving to rub your sensitive areas as he spoke to you, “are you ready darling? can our puppy move now?”

you nodded your head and whined, “please”

bokuto immediately started moving his hips without instruction from akaashi, “aren’t you a fast learner. i’ll let it slide this time but,” akaashi gently but bokutos earlobe, “if you do something like this again without asking me first or waiting for my orders, i’ll make you sit and watch me make pretty feel good, then send you off to bed without any relief. do you understand?”

“mmhm! yes keiji, ‘m sorry!” bokuto whined out.

“i know baby,” akaashis eyes moved over to your body, biting his lip and groaning at how you bounced from the force of bokutos thrusts. akaashi remived his hand from your core to stroke his own cock then spoke to you, “touch yourself for me darling”

“yes keiji,” you replied, moving your hand down to your crotch.

your high was quickly approaching since you were already so worked up from your previous escapade with akaashi, and akaashi could tell that bokuto was close too. matching the pace of bokutos thrusts with his own hand, akaashi watched as bokuto hunched over your body and began leaving wet, drool filled licks all over your chest accompanied by a small bite here and there.

“are you close baby? huh? you gonna fill our pretty baby up ko?” akaashi spoke.

“uhhuh uhhuh, gonna fill up our baby gonna fill gonna fill-“ bokutos thrusts picked up their pace as he reached his end, your own orgasm coming shortly after, and akaashi painting his release on bokutos back.

akaashi placed soft kisses on the back of bokutos neck, then a few on your face. “you did very good ko, you made our pretty baby feel so good.” he turned his attention to you, “and you did incredible as well my love, i’m very proud of you.” then placed a kiss on your forehead. he left the bed and returned with a washcloth to clean up, which he began after coaxing bokuto to pull out of you.

it took bokuto a few minutes to gather his bearings, but once he did he shot into a sitting position facing you and akaashi his fluffy tail already back to wagging, “can i help next time too?”

“of course you can,” you spoke while shooting him and akaashi a smile.

#eden !! #boyfriend event !! #puppyboy bokuto !! #boyfriend akaashi !! #petboy mart !! #haikyuu petboys #haikyuu petboys !! #puppyboy aisle !!

[huggybug]

-trevor anon

bren time😻

as much as you wanted to hate having thomas as a brother, you knew you couldn’t. he was the sweetest sibling, and you two never fought. you could always leave it to jade to get in a fight with him. now, the reason you wanted to hate thomas for being your brother, was a simple reason. he had banned his teammates from dating you, which proved to be an issues when you met them and they were all extremely attractive. the most attractive? of course it had to be his best friend, brendan brisson. you knew that it would absolutely never happen, so you pushed that attraction deep down until you almost forgot it even existed. it all came back to though, when you traveled to michigan to watch thomas. it was the first game of the season, and you promised him you would come watch. your parents were going to book you a hotel, but thomas shot that down immediately and said you could stay in his room at the house he was staying at. you hung out with the guys a lot, slowly remembering your attraction towards your brother’s best friend. when it came time for the game, you suddenly freaked out because you had somehow forgotten your michigan hockey sweatshirt you had planned on wearing. or maybe you forgot it on purpose, hoping brendan would let you borrow his. it turned out well, because he did. he saw you freaking out, talking to yourself about, “what do i wear??” he took that as a sign and handed you one of his michigan sweatshirts, motioning for you to put it on. “thanks.” “no problem. can’t have our biggest fan not looking like they support us.” you smiled, thanking him again, before shooting him out the door. “you can’t be late, come on!” thomas gave you a weird look as you walked out the door, but you thought nothing of it. you watched them all play, but you were fascinated by brendan. what made you so fascinated? you didn’t know, but you liked it. later that night, thomas had gone to bed, and brendan sent you a message on insta telling you to sneak into his room, and you happily did so, still wearing his sweatshirt. as soon as you made it in his room, he pushed you up against the wall, him shirtless and breathing heavy. “you know, it took everything in me not you take you right there when you put my sweatshirt on. you look so hot with my name on your back, telling everyone you’re mine.” he let go of you and you pushed off the wall, looking at yourself in the mirror. of course his sweatshirt has his name on it. “you know, i’m still wearing your sweatshirt, so why don’t you take me right here, right now?” “thomas is gonna kill me. fuck it.” he grabbed you, kissing you hungrily, as if it’s the only opportunity he’d ever have to.” he stopped abruptly, as if he had something on his mind. “take the sweatshirt off.” you took it off, and he groaned when you had nothing on under. he stood up and grabbed something and handed it to you to put on. his jersey. you slipped it on and took your shorts off, your bare ass showing through the jersey. “god damnit. why do you have to be so hot?” he grabbed you, slipping his hands under the jersey to grip your boobs. “i need you, bren.” “flip over.” you flipped over and laid on your stomach with your ass in the air. you knew what he wanted. he wanted to fuck you while he could see his name on your back. so he knows you belong to him. he took his pants off and slipped a condom on. “ready.” “hell yes.” he slammed into you, causing you to let out a moan, before quickly covering your mouth. he found spots you never even knew existed, pounding into them like there was no tomorrow. he knew when you were close, as he could feel your walls clenching around him. “you can come, baby.” the simple pet name sent you over the edge, having to bite your hand to keep yourself under control. he came slowly after you, groaning. “that was amazing, baby.” “fuck. what are we gonna do about my brother?” “he’ll know eventually, baby. he’ll see the hickeys i’m gonna leave on your neck and see how good i treat you.” “i should probably get back before he realizes i’m gone.” “yeah, you should.”

oh my god

#YOU CAME BACK WITH A BANG #trevor anon #thirsty thots #answered!

[the-writing-creature]

I Can't Live Without You

word count: 2050

Chapter 2

“We met when I was at a cafe, recovering after a fight of ours. I was nursing a cup of coffee. She’s a reporter,” he mumbled. 

“Oh, a real Clark Kent, are we now?’ I clapped my hands together. “Your turn. I choose truth.”

“How did you get your cat?” He asked, looking at Evangeline.

I tilted my head. “Long story. And it might make me seem more human, and, god forbid, like I have feelings.”

“I want to hear. Or, you let Evangeline and I go.”

“Fine. Back when I was just a small witch, when I was seventeen, I went to the local pet shelter, around September, and adopted this tiny black kitten, just weaned. I didn’t intend to name this cat or actually care for it, because I was going to sacrifice it on Samhain, to Arawn, or the Horned God. Depends on which Celtic religion you follow. Beside the point.” I took a deep breath. “My plan was to keep this kitten alive until Samhain, then sacrifice it. As I took the cat, the lady at the desk told me her name was Bagheera. You know, the bitch from The Jungle Book? Someone had found the bag in the ocean, just barely sinking, rescued it, and found it full of kittens. This one was the only live one.

“I took the cat anyway, and she was the sweetest little thing, cuddling, mewing softly every time she needed something, and already knew to use the litter box. Samhain rolled around, and I just… couldn’t kill her. I had gotten attached. I never referred to that damned cat by name, but I decided Bagheera was an ugly name, so I named her Ophelia, after the Shakespearean character who drowned herself.” I smiled. “Truth or dare?”

“Wow, Nyx. That’s actually really nice of you. I didn’t know you cared about animals that much.”

“Shut up. Truth or dare?”

He ignored me. “You actually took pity on a small animal? You’re not psychotic after all!” He marveled.

Sick of his shit, I pulled a knife from my book and held it to Evangeline’s throat and wrenched her head back. “Truth?! Or dare?!” I yelled. “This isn’t ‘Compliment Nyx: The Game,’ Lucian! This is a matter of life and death!”

Lucian’s eyes widened, and I could tell her was panicked. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would, Luc. I definitely would. I’ve changed since I adopted that stupid cat.”

Evangeline sniffled, reminding me that she was supposed to be a part of this game. “Oh, Eva,” I said, leaning down to her ear. “Truth or dare?”

“Um… Dare?”

“Perfect! What fun!” I untied her blindfold and put my hands on her shoulders. “I dare you to absolutely rip Lucian to shreds. Tell him every mean thing you’ve ever thought about him.”

Her eyes welled with fresh tears. “I-I couldn’t do that to him, Nyx,” she mumbled.

“And why is that?” I asked.

“Because I love him,” she whispered.

“What was that?” I asked. “I didn’t quite hear you.”

“Because I love him, okay?” She blurted. “I love Lucian, and I can’t hurt him like that.”

“Oh, you’re no fun. Laynie, grab the tongs,” I ordered. “And the scissors.”

“What are you doing to her?” Lucian struggled against the chains. “Don’t hurt her. Please, Nyx, I’ll do anything.”

Delaynie handed me the scissors and tongs, and I paused. “Anything?” I asked. 

“Anything. Just, please don’t hurt her,” he begged.

“Ugh. You’re lucky I’m feeling merciful today. Let the girls knock you back out so I can sleep peacefully, knowing you won’t know where I am.” I turned. “Laynie, Deya, get the blindfolds.” I walked out the door to begging screams from Evangeline. 

I got on my motorcycle and rode home. As I got to my apartment door, I heard music coming from my number. Not having any conventional weapons on me other than a pocket knife, I crafted some darkness into my hand, the type that would send whoever it touched into madness, depending on how much they had seen and what. I opened my door and saw a figure on my couch. I wound back, getting ready to throw.

“That won’t be necessary, Nyx. I’m just here for a visit.” The voice of my mother filled the room.

I lowered my hand, darkness dissipating. “Mother?” 

The figure stood, and I ran to her, capturing her in a hug. “I’ve missed you so much, Momma.” I hugged her tightly and inhaled deeply, trying to smell her gingerbread scent. But she smelled differently… empty. Suddenly, I collapsed on the floor. “No!” I scrabbled at the floor, trying to smell that wonderfully spicy smell. “Mother!” I curled up. “It’s not real, Nyx. It’s just your mind playing tricks on you again. You fell for it. That’s what happens when you’re locked up repeatedly in solitary.” I took a deep breath and crawled to the couch, climbing up and covering myself with a blanket.

Ophelia, sensing something was wrong, hopped out of her kitty tree and onto the couch, curling up in the curve of my stomach. I hugged her and started to cry, my tears disappearing into her soft fur. 

I woke up, wanting to commit a crime. Wanting to go all out, I put on heavy eyeliner, dark purple lipstick, mascara, and enough bronzer to carve out my cheekbones to the gods. I looked in the mirror and smiled, spraying leave-in conditioner in my hair and putting it in a voluminous side part. Pinning it in place with a bobby pin, I looked in the mirror. “Perfect. Now for clothes.”

I opened my closet, settling for a black tank top with a red-and-black flannel, and black jeans. I laced up my combat boots. Tucking a gun into the waistband of my jeans. “There. Now I’m ready for the day.” I fed Ophelia, cleaned out her litter box, and strolled out the door, twirling my keys around my finger. “I think I’ll take the motorcycle today. It’s a nice day.”

I called Delaynie. “Hey.”

“Hey, girl.. What’s up?” Delaynie sounded happier than usual.

“I’m about to go for a ride. Just in case, could you watch Ophelia if I don’t come back? Her litter box has already been cleaned, I just need you to feed her tonight. I’ll call you if I get arrested.”

“Okay. And why did you feel the need to call me instead of texting?”

“I don’t know, I just wanted to be nice for a change. You know, instead of texting.”

“Alright. Love you, mon ami.”

“Je t’aime.” I made kissy noises into the phone and hung up. I walked around the parking garage before realizing my bike was gone. “What the fuck?” I called Lucian.

“This is Lucian. Leave a message.” Voicemail.

“Lucian, you absolute whore! If my bike is gone because of you, Evangeline will be the last thing you need to worry about!” I shouted into the phone. “Give me my fucking motorcycle back!”

I stormed out of the garage, wandering around downtown Long Beach. I stopped by Starbucks and walked in. A short guy with dyed red hair and a septum piercing stood at the counter, looking like he was 5 minutes away from blowing his brains out. When he saw me, he forced his face to brighten. “Welcome to Starbucks, how can I help you?”

“I’d like a grande dark chocolate mocha with extra espresso, and a sausage, cheddar and egg sandwich.”

“That’ll be ten dollars, please.”

I handed him $15. “Keep the change.” I leaned in. “If I were you,” I looked at his nametag, “Levi, I’d go into the back room. Go pretend to wash dishes or something.”

He blinked slowly. “Look, I just moved here, and I really couldn’t give less of a shit if you kill me. I’m barely making enough for both housing and food.” He sighed. “God, I fucking hate California.” He put the money in the tray and turned to say my order aloud. He turned back around. “Name?’

I smiled, a little taken aback. “You don’t know who I am? Seriously?”

He stared tiredly at me. “I got here like a month ago. I don’t follow the news.”

“I’m Nyx. You know, the girl who keeps breaking out of prison, robs stores, and has the power of the night at her fingertips?” He showed no recognition. “You know what? DOesn’t matter. Order for Nyx.”

“Alright.” He punched my name into the system.

I moved to a couch against the far wall and sat there, legs crossed over one another. I pulled out my phone and smiled at the picture of Delaynie and I sitting on a rooftop, legs dangling over the edge. We were smiling and licking ice cream cones; taken right after high school graduation. I scrolled through my pictures, and saw a text from an unknown number. Attached image. I furrowed my brow and curled over my phone, clicking on the message. 

Evangeline? It’s the girl from last night, dressed in scandalous red lingerie and heels. I got another text from the number. 

I enjoyed being tied up last night… I thought it was something Lucian set up. Wanna come over and continue? ;)

I quickly turned off my phone. What the hell? My name was called for my food and coffee. I stood up and grabbed it, relocating to a table in the corner, where no one could see over my shoulder. I texted her back.

What the fuck? How did you get my number?

Some things are best kept secret…

Don’t fucking play with me. Aren’t you and Lucian a thing?

Don’t worry about it. So are you coming over or not?

Fuck no. And delete my number. I may be evil, but I’m not cruel.

I groaned and took a bite of my sandwich and a sip of my coffee. “Damn, this is pretty good,” I said. I finished and threw my trash away, and smiled. Timing is everything. I took the gun out of my waistband and shot it into the air. People screamed and cowered.

I climbed onto a table. “Now. Who here can contact Lucian on a whim?” No one moved. “Come on, don’t be shy.” I smiled, admitting I looked a little crazy. 

The guy behind the counter was the only one who didn’t look scared. “Could you please get off the table?” he asked. “That’s a safety issue, and I don’t want my supervisor on my ass for it if you fall.”

“Oh, shut up,” I shot back. I looked around. “Seriously? No one here has his number? The whole fucking city is obsessed with this man, and no one knows where he is. Ugh.” I hopped off the table. “Thanks for the coffee, by the way.”

I walked out and around the town, looking for Lucian. “Where are you?!” I yelled at the sky. Giving up, I decided to find Lucian myself. I ended up on Artesia Boulevard, in front of a ramshackle apartment building and saw Lucian walk out. 

“Hey, Lucian!” I called. I walked up to him. He ignored me, but walked faster. “Lucian!” I caught up to him and grabbed his elbow. “Hey.”

He spun around, fire in his eyes. “What, Nyx? What the fuck could you possibly want from me?”

I took a step back. “What? I just needed to tell you something.”

“Really? Are you going to tell me about how you texted Evangeline and asked her to sleep with you? I told you not to touch her, and you fucking ignored me! That was the one thing we agreed on, Nyx! We don’t touch partners!”

I narrowed my eyes. “For the record, Golden Boy, I was going to tell you she sent me a picture of her in lacy lingerie and asked me to go over to her house. I may steal objects and money, but I don’t steal from people. Especially from those as insecure as you.” I shook my head. “Go fuck yourself, Lucian.” I turned to walk away. 

“Oh, no, Nyx. You are not pulling this bullshit on me today.” I saw a burst of light from behind me and I shielded my eyes. I started to run, and heard footsteps behind me. “Nyx, get your ass back here!”

#hero x villain #villain x hero

[yeehawdante]

this is short sorry :(

Mirio always noticed when something was bothering Mine. It was like he had a sixth sense for it, zeroed in on her dampened mood even amongst so many friends. 

Of course, his attention had already mostly been on her, considering she had worn a dress-which led to him noticing the way she continuously tugged at the hem, and kept her arms crossed over her chest. 

He’d wandered over to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders from behind and propped his chin on top of her head. She stiffened a bit, still a little shy about being affectionate in front of others. He leaned down by her ear, talking low enough that only she would hear. 

“You alright?” 

“Hm? Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” Despite her answer, and the adorable way she tilted her head to press her cheek against his bicep-he knew that tone of voice. It always went a pitch higher when she was lying. 

“C’mon, I know that voice,” she sighed softly, craning her neck to look at him. 

“I’m fine, really.” 

Mirio obviously hadn’t bought it. Back at the dorms, he stopped by her room. He couldn’t help but pout when he saw she had changed out of the cute dress, further confirming his suspicions that something had made her feel insecure. 

She greeted him with a chaste kiss before inviting him in, the textbooks left open on her desk making him feel a little bad he was interrupting her studying. Only a little though. 

“What’s up?” 

“I just wanted to know what upset you earlier,” she gave him another sigh, probably meaning to look frustrated but she failed when he snaked his arms around her waist and gave her a squeeze. 

“Miri, It’s really not a big deal-” he shushed her by squishing her cheeks together, unable to keep his laugh at bay at the sight. 

“Shush, everything’s a big deal, especially since I’m dating the cutest, sweetest girl in school,” her cheeks flushed an adorable shade of red. The compliment finally made her cave, her smile falling a bit as she leaned her forehead on the center of his chest. 

“Someone said something about all the muscles in my legs, I-I’m sure they meant well but-” Mirio frowned a bit. Mine had gotten a lot better about her insecurities but there were still times she would fall back into the old mindset, especially over her muscles, since it had been a fairly new change. Super speed meant her legs were crazy strong, but she didn’t always see it in a positive light. 

His first instinct was to mention how hot the muscles were, but realized quick that wasn’t what she needed. Reaching up to pet her soft hair, he managed to find the right words. 

“I think your muscles are great! It’s like…a badge of honor, shows how hard you work to become a hero,” he pulled her back by the shoulders so she could see his smile, “and you work super hard!” 

“You’re right, I should be proud,” he grinned wider, unable to fight the urge to lift her into his arms. She let out a squeak, giving him a half hearted glare once the surprise wore off. 

“Mirio! I need to study, put me down,” she got her wish, but no exactly, when he set her down on the bed. She murmured out his name as another warning when he climbed over top of her, sporting a huge grin despite the suggestiveness of his actions. Her resolve finally failed when he snuggled into the crook of her neck, his nose tickling a sensitive spot under her jaw. 

“Just for a little bit?” She huffed, moving to wrap her arms around his ridiculously broad shoulders. 

“Okay,” he began to litter her neck with kisses, making her shiver slightly. 

“I wish you would’ve kept that dress on, you looked so good,” he cooed as he moved to kiss her lips, making her flush as he slid his hand down her hip, stopping to squeeze at her thigh, “especially your legs.” 

She gasped, instinctively bringing her hands up to cover her blushing face, “don’t be a perv!” 

“I can’t help it when you get all shy like that,” his voice sent another shiver through her, “you’re just so cute.” 

She let out a soft whimper from the way his hands roamed over her body, giving light squeezes to elicit more sounds. Her stomach flipped when his hand slipped underneath her shorts, his warm fingers like fire against her skin. He started kissing her neck again, making her tingle with every soft brush of his lips. 

His hand retreated, only to reach up and pull her shorts down. She pulled her hands away from her face just in time to see him unbuttoning his pants, the sight of him freeing his hard cock sending a rush of heat straight to her core. 

He situated himself snugly between her legs, sliding his cock through her slick folds and eliciting soft moans from the both of them. He leaned further forward, continuing to grind himself against her as he moved to lift her shirt up and grope at her bare chest. 

“M-Mirio,” she moaned, arching her back when he rolled one of her nipples between his fingers. The sound of his name falling from her lips encouraged him to speed up, his throbbing cock brushing against her clit with every thrust of his hips. 

“Love the way you say my name,” he groaned, catching her lips in a kiss and pushing his tongue past her lips at the same time he pushed his cock inside of her. She mewled against his mouth at the stretch, her cunt pulsing around his thick girth. 

He keeps himself buried inside her, unmoving. His hand moved from her breast down between her legs, rubbing her clit in tight circles. 

“You’re always so warm,” he cooed, “the prettiest little fleshlight,” her eyes widened, cheeks burning at hearing him say something so filthy. His sweet voice almost made it worse. 

“Don’t say that! It sounds so dirty.” 

“But it’s true,” her thighs started twitching, nearing her peak under his attention to her clit. Her head fell back with a whine as her pleasure climbed higher and higher, leaving her neck bared for Mirio to kiss and nip along the column of her throat. He hummed against her neck when she clenched around his dick, her hips bucking in a desperate attempt to get him to move but he wasn’t swayed-determined to make her cum around his cock. 

Her mouth fell open in a silent cry when her orgasm washed over, her strong legs locking around his waist and pushing him deeper into her pulsing heat. He peppered her face with kisses as she came down, grinning when she finally opened her eyes and he saw the cute, dazed look on her face. 

“So cute~” he cooed, draping himself over her and hugging her close. She turned to look at him, chewing her lip and shifting, reminded that he hadn’t pulled out yet. He was still completely hard, and throbbing. 

“Miri, you didn’t…” 

“Hm? No, I’m good like this,” he pressed a kiss to her temple, grinning, “so warm.”

[lilyminer]

No one:

My brain: call someone darling, right now, get on it

Me: ????????

#rambling #is the sweetest pet name you can’t fight me on this #still I’m deadly afraid someone will take it as me undermining them #also love and sweetheart but darling is it’s own word #my friends don’t do that kinda stuff and I certainly don’t have a partner so like ??????

[sukunasbabymama]

Take the last name.

↳ Pairing. Pet shop owner!Baji Keisuke.

↳ Summary. Baji’s unexpected confessions.

↳ Warnings. None.

↳ Note. It’s not a love confession, but rather Baji not having a filter on him and not caring about it.

Request.

“Kazutora is gonna beat our asses when he finds out,” Baji says with a mischievous smile, you chuckle.

“If he finds out, and, it's just gonna be your ass because I'm Tora’s angel,” You say cockily.

“That's why I'm going to sleep with Peke J and you're going to the couch tonight.” He grunts and you laugh out loud.

“Yeah right, just so you could crash on top of me in the middle of the night cause you can't sleep without me.” You mock him and he smirks, knowing it's true.

Baji and you were soulmates, there's no other way to describe the precious bond y’all have; His mom, his friends, your friends, everybody can tell that you have the sweetest and most genuine bond, and how can they not when you two were together since you were kids. It started with y’all being the best of friends, with him going to you to clean his wounds before he could go to his house so his mom doesn’t ground him, then him having a traumatic fight and putting all that gang stuff aside to focus on his studies with your help. You were together through all that time and naturally, y’all ended up together in your young adult years.

Now, the both of you own a pet shop with his best friends, and just like back in the day, Baji and you like to get on Chifuyu and Kazutora’s nerve by taking the puppies out of their cage when the shop isn't even open just to play around.

“And what if I can’t sleep without you? I love you, so duh.” You giggle, he never misses the opportunity to say out loud that he loves you.

“Love ya’ more, point-dexter.” You sing.

That's how you spend most of your nights, bickering with him on who’s Kazutora’s favorite and who Chifuyu loves more and snuggling under all your blankets with Peke J in the living room to watch movies.

“Want me to make some mac and cheese for the movie?” You ask him when he starts to navigate to choose which action movie y’all are gonna see. He shakes his head, distractedly letting his head fall on your thighs, you start to scratch his scalp in the same distracted manner. “No?”

“Let's eat takeout, we can have your favorite.” He murmurs and you lean and kiss his lips, he looks up to you and pucks his lips, you chuckle and give him another one.

After having your dinner, you take a bunch of blankets and cushions and lay down on the couch while Baji lays between your legs with Peke J on his chest and he presses play.

Not even ten minutes in and y’all were already acting as critics, telling each other what y’all would do in the situations. This is common and that’s why Chifuyu hates movie nights with y’all.

“I mean, it doesn’t make sense, why just in the beginning of the chaos did he already betray them? He’s lame.” You say and Baji hums.

“And why is she always begging him to change? Beat his ass!!” He groans and you laugh.

“Exactlyyyy, cause if you pull stuff like that you know what would happen, right?” You look at him with a smug smile and he rolls his eyes with a smile.

“You would throw my ass to the streets?” He asks the obvious.

“Damn right I would.” You nod at your own words.

“I’m your man.” He retorts with sassiness.

“You are and since I love you and adore you, I wouldn’t hesitate.” You shrug and he gasps, sitting up and looking at you offended.

He bites his lips to suppress the big smile that was creeping on his face.

“I love you, you know that?” He murmurs and you hum with your eyes closed, savoring the words while failing to watch his love-drunk expression. “Can’t wait for people to start calling you by my name.”

“W-What?” You look at him with wide eyes but with a small smile. This man and his confessions.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, your name is amazing and you know I love calling you by that– but, don’t you think Y/N Baji would sound better?” You start laughing, out of shock.

“My God I love this man!” You say to nobody in specific.

You grab his cheek and kiss him, making him laugh.

“You need to stop with these confessions, Keisuke!” You tell him and he shrugs.

“After you tell me when it’s a good time to buy the ring.” You gasp, leaning to give him short kisses all over his face.

“Tomorrow sir, tomorrow as soon as we wake up.” You whisper and he laughs in your mouth.

“Yes, angel.” He whispers back. “Take the last name.”

🏷: @satmitsuplanet @milliumizoomi @dai-tsukki-desu @haitanigigi @yunho-leeknow @melaninnntae @keimisan @welkinmoongrab @plutosexc @ccxiia @manjiroarchiviste @aasouthteranoswife @crushsoli @gwynsapphire @eriskaitto @crapimahuman @inu1gf @q-the-rockaholic @the2ndl @sscarchiyo @lordbugs @izanasqueen @nevess @ravenina14

#☽. kk writes #tokyo revengers #tokyorev #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo revengers headcanons #baji x reader headcanons #baji x reader fluff #baji scenarios #baji imagines #baji keisuke x reader #baji fluff #tokyo revengers baji #baji keisuke #baji x you

[azaleavi]

Pretty boy

Summary: You don't like James Barnes. Of course not when he has a different girl with him every time. And no, you are not jealous... right?

Word count: 3.8k i went OUT with this one

Warnings: language, a man being a creep, then getting beaten up, kissing, very slight alcohol consumption

Author's note: This gave me the idea. It turned out to be pretty long. Sorry. I hope you like it! This is 40s!Bucky btw.

Feedback is always appreciated and don’t forget to reblog and like if you enjoyed it and want to see more. Thank you!

Masterlist

Part 2

James Barnes was a menace. An annoying little shit, who thought he could do anything and have anyone just because he was handsome. Not like you found him attractive or anything, but all the girls of New York seemed to drop their panties at the sight of him. One pet name and they were ready to kiss the ground he walked on. You couldn’t understand. How did these girls not see what kind of person he was? Multiple times you saw girls leave his apartment in the morning looking all sad. At first you felt bad for them, but after a while as they kept coming back you just couldn’t bring yourself to pity them.

Being a close friend of Steve meant you got to see a lot of James too. They were kind of a package deal, to which - by the way - you did not sign up for. Steve was the sweetest person you’ve ever met, maybe too righteous sometimes and he definitely did not know how to walk away from a fight, but he was a good man inside and out. James on the other hand was not like him. He wasn’t a bad man per se, but he was just too much of a player for you. He knew he was handsome and he used it to get girls all the time. Or dames as he called them. You hated that word by every fiber of your being. It reduced a woman to a simple object in your opinion and it basically said that she was only a pretty thing and nothing else. You did not want to be a pretty thing, you wanted more out of your life. Marrying some stuck up man and bearing his children was not something you dreamed of, no matter how many times people told you that it was what you had to do. No. You wanted a life that didn’t revolve around men. A life that you could choose for yourself. But it wasn’t that easy. Everyone expected you to do what they did. It didn’t even occur to them that you wanted something else.

Your mom had been telling you that you should marry James as he was such a nice young man. You just rolled your eyes every time she brought it up. She didn’t understand. How could she when she was so in love with your father after they met a few times that they got married just after a couple of months of knowing each other. Their love was something so extraordinary that you knew it wouldn’t happen to you. Especially not with James. He wasn't thinking about marriage and even if he did he wouldn't want you as a wife. Not like you wanted to marry him or anyone else for that matter, but that didn't mean that it didn't sting a little that he went after every girl he saw, but never thought of you the same way. He never even tried and it beat down your confidence a little. When you first met James you found him intriguing, your young self even had a crush on him for a while. But it didn't take long for you to get to know the real him and the disappointment made you force that crush down. You only laughed at yourself now, finding it hilarious that you once wanted to kiss him and love him. Of course, you didn't feel that way about him anymore. That would be stupid of you. Of course..

-

Having a night out with Steve was a wonderful idea. That is until James showed up, making you narrow your eyes at your friend. You clearly remembered him telling you that James had other plans and it would be just the two of you, but of course he had to mess up your plans.

You went to a bigger pub in the city, having been there before and liking it. James dragged Steve away as soon as you entered, talking about some girl he wanted to introduce him to, so you just went to the bar to ask for some alcohol. God knows you needed it if James was around.

All of the sudden two hands grabbed your waist and turned you around. Before you could realize what was happening a pair of lips were on yours, kissing with so much passion you almost moaned into it. Noses bumping against each other your hand gripped his hair. Your mind cleared as you realized that a stranger was kissing you without your permission and you pushed him away by his chest, hand already raised to slap him. Your whole body froze as you came face to face with a familiar man. James.

"What the fuck is your problem?" you hissed, your palm almost connecting with his cheek, but being stopped by his hand on your wrist. He pulled you close again by his hold on your arm.

"There is a girl I need to get rid of. Just play along" he mumbled, his breath hitting your lips as he leaned in for another kiss. You almost got lost in him again, but you were more aware and not caught by surprise this time so you managed to pull your head away from him.

"I will do no such thing" you narrowed your eyes at him. "Let go of me" you were getting angrier by the second. Who did he think he was?

"What if I don't want to?" Okay that's it. You ripped yourself from his arms.

“Listen here, pretty boy” you pointed your finger at him in your anger, not registering the smug expression that worked its way onto his face. “You can’t just do whatever you want because you are a-“

“You think I’m pretty?” he interrupted your angry rambling and grabbed your finger to pull you closer by it. In your surprise you stumbled forward, your hands finding place on his chest, your nose a few inches from his.

“James” you called out his name in warning. If he didn’t let go of you right now you wouldn’t be responsible for what you did to him.

“Come on, doll. I told you to call me Bucky multiple times” he smirked down at you.

“And I told you that we are not friends therefore I don’t have to call you your stupid nickname” you yanked your hand out of his grip, stepping back. “And stop calling me doll. I’m not one of your girls”

“Ouch doll, that hurts my feelings” he rubbed his chest where his heart was.

“Oh, I didn’t know you knew what those were” you frowned at him, not amused by his teasing. He opened his mouth in mocking shock.

"Don't be so mean to me. A lady like you should always be polite." he teased, knowing well that you hated being called a lady and being told what you should and should not do.

"Good thing I'm not a lady then" you grimaced at him, cocking your head to the side.

"Well, with the way you've been talking to me, I guess you aren't" he stepped back into your personal space. "And if you are not a lady then you should have no problem playing along with me."

"I'm might not be a lady, but I'm definitely not one of your dames either" you pushed him by his shoulders to finally have enough space between you.

"Are you jealous, doll?" a smug smile played on his lips.

"Oh very." your sarcasm was clear as day. "It would be an honor to lie in your bed then leave in the morning, only to never hear from you again." you turned back to the bar, your drink already in front of you. Lifting the glass you nodded at the bartender who gave you a small smile. You drowned it in one shot, the alcohol giving your throat a familiar burn as it went down. "Is there anything else you need?" you turned back to him. He didn't say anything as he kept staring at you. "No? Then you can leave me alone" you shooed him away by your hands, already done with his shenanigans.

"Don't drink too much because of me" he called after you as he walked backwards, that stupid smile not leaving his lips. Rolling your eyes you turned back to the bar, leaning on it with your elbows, a sigh leaving your lips.

How could he just kiss you like that? You thought he at least had some respect for you, bit it seemed like he didn't. He was James Barnes for god's sake. Of course he didn't. You didn't know what you were thinking. He wasn't different from any man. A part of you believed that he might have been but he just proved it that he wasn't. Your mother would loose her mind if she knew what her 'nice young man' did to you just now.

You shook your head to get the thoughts out of it and signaled for the bartender to give you another shot. You drowned that one too as someone sat down next to you. You were ready to tell him to fuck off, thinking it was James again, but as you turned your head it was a man your age. You lifted your eyebrows, not being in the mood to deal with another self-centered man.

"What is a pretty dame like you doing here alone?" he tried to flirt, but he already lost you at the word he called you.

"I'm not here alone. And it's none of your business" you showed him a mocking smile and stood up ready to leave, your night already ruined. A hand locking around your wrist made you stop.

"Come on. I just want to make you have a good time" he smirked, but it left his lips as soon as you ripped your arm out of his hold.

"I don't care about your good time" you rubbed your wrist, his grip leaving the skin red.

"Okay. I tried being nice, but you clearly don't care for it. Maybe you like men when they are being a little more forceful? You like 'em rough?" he pulled you to his body by your waist, your hands flying to his chest trying to push him away. Why is this happening to you now?

"Let go of me" you squirmed in his hold, disgusted by him. Unfortunately he was stronger than you and didn't loosen his arms around you no matter how hard you hit his chest.

"You like this don't ya?" his breath hit your cheek as you tried to get as far away as you could.

"No, I don't. Stop" you were getting desperate, looking around for anyone to help you. There were a lot of people around, but none of them seemed to care. Tears gathered in your eyes.

Suddenly the man was pulled backwards by his collar, a fist meeting his cheek a second later, making you gasp. He fell down on the ground, but your savior didn't let him get away that easily as he hit him a few more times. You quickly stepped closer and that's when you saw his face. It was James. Your shock quickly dissipated as he lifted his arm again to hit the other man. You hands grabbed his forearm and you tried to pull him away, making him look at you.

"Stop it, James. He is already on the ground" you pleaded. A relieved sigh left your lips as he stepped away, his arm going around your waist to lead you away from the crowd that formed around you.

"Are you okay?" he stopped you in front of the building, the cold night air picking at your skin.

"Yes, I'm fine." you rubbed your arms, stopping your movements as he grabbed your arm that had the red bruise on it.

"Did he do that to you?" he almost growled, head turning to look inside the place.

"Yes, but it's fine. It doesn't hurt that much" you put your hand on his arm, trying to calm him down. Why did he care anyway?

The door opened and Steve walked out, a worried look on his face. you immediately pulled your hand away from James, stepping back.

"I heard what happened. Are you okay?" his eyes traveled over your whole body, trying to see if you were hurt.

"I'm fine, Steve." you forced a smile in his direction. In truth you weren't completely fine, but the boys didn't need to know that.

"I'll walk her home" James spoke up from next to you, making you look at him in surprise.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking home myself, thank you" you replied to him.

"I know that, but both of us would be more relaxed if someone was with you. And Steve was talking to a pretty woman before I left" he sent a knowing smile to the man. You looked at him, only to see him looking down at his feet, a blush on his cheek confirming James' words.

"Steve! What are you doing out here then?" you almost shouted at him. "Go back inside right now. I'll be fine." you waved him off.

"I'll go check on you tomorrow, okay?" he was already inching backwards toward the door.

"Yes, okay, just go" you laughed, happy for him. He walked back inside, leaving the two of you alone. "So you don't have to walk me home, just stay outside for a little while so Steve doesn't get suspicious." you forced another smile on your face.

"I will not let you walk around alone this late at night." he grabbed your arm that wasn't bruised and started pulling you towards your home.

"I've done it multiple times before" you argued, but walked alongside with him, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

For the duration of the walk neither of you spoke a word, but it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. The silence between you was nice, letting you look around as he still held your arm, neither of you wanting to let go. He made you feel safe as you walked along the dim streets, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Thanks for walking me home" you reached your house, stopping in front of the door as you turned to him.

"Isn't there something else you should thank me for too?" he smirked, stepping closer.

"Well I was about to say it, but now I'm not going to" you put your hands behind you, leaning on the door.

"It's not only with words that you can thank me" he leaned closer, his face a few inches from yours for the second time that night. There it is.

"You know, I was thinking that you are not so bad while we were walking home, but you just reminded me why I don't like you" you smiled at him.

"And why is that?" he tilted his head to the side.

"You just can't keep it in your pants." you shook your head.

"Actually I wanted to apologize about earlier." he got serious, stepping backwards to put some distance between you.

"Earlier?" you asked back, confused as to what he was referring to.

"The kiss" he mumbled, looking down, almost as if he was nervous. But James Barnes does not get nervous.

"Oh." it was all you could say, surprise taking over your brain.

"So I'm sorry" he kept looking down.

"Uhm... it's okay, I guess?" you didn't know what to say to that, thoughts running through your mind a thousand miles an hour.

"I'm just gonna go now." he pointed behind him awkwardly. As he turned away you couldn't help yourself and you called after him, the alcohol in your system giving you courage.

"You are really not that bad, James." he turned back, surprise written all over his face, but he quickly covered it up by a smirk.

"Is that a compliment I hear?" you rolled your eyes at him. There was the James you knew.

"And it might be the last if you keep this up" you let out a smile. "But seriously, we could be friends if you didn't do what you do." you shrugged nonchalantly.

"What am I doing?" he asked, confused.

"You know, every time I see you, you have a different girl on your arm" you couldn't look into his eyes, a little embarrassed.

"You avoid me because of that?" his eyes widened.

"Yes. What did you think the reason was?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"I don't know. I just thought you do it because you don't like me, not because you are jealous" he let out a laugh.

"I am not jealous, James. Get that out of your head." you looked away as a blush crept up your cheeks.

"Oh god you are blushing" he continued to laugh, the redness of your cheek only deepening. "I can't believe you like me" he mused.

"Okay, that is enough out of you. I'm going inside" you turned and reached for the handle as he grabbed you to turn you back around, your back hitting the wood of the door, his left arm on the door next to your face, his right circled around your waist. You let out a gasp at how close his face was.

"You didn't deny it" he whispered, his warm breath hitting your lips. Your mouth opened, realizing your mistake.

"I-" you wanted to defend yourself, but nothing came to mind. His right hand touched your face, palm flat against your cheek. You couldn't help but lean into his touch, closing your eyes for a second. Your eyes snapped open when you realized what you were doing and pushed his hand away. "I'm not one of your dames, James" you looked into his eyes. You couldn't let him treat you like any other girl. You refused to be another one night stand for him. A stable relationship you could work with, but being someone he called when he was bored was not something you wanted or could handle.

"No, you are not." he agreed.

"Then don't treat me like them" you pushed yourself more into the door. You were afraid. Not of him, he would never hurt you. Not physically at least. But you were afraid of what would happen. Will he leave you saying that he won't give up that lifestyle for you? Or will he stay with you?

"Never" he shook his head.

"I don't want to be one of many" you continued, trying to get him to understand.

"You know why I was always with a different girl?" he pulled away slightly.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to forget about you. I thought you didn't like me because you were always so distant. So I just wanted to find someone else, but none of them compared to you." he brushed his thumb along your lower lip. Your eyes met his as he lifted your head by your chin. "None of them were you" his nose bumped against yours. "I like you. I did from the first time we met" he finally confessed, your heart skipping a beat at his words.

"James" his name left your lips in a sigh. "Kiss me" he didn't need more as his lips latched onto yours, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. His tongue swiped across your lip asking for entrance and as you opened your mouth, his body pushed you against the door, trapping you. It was a trap you never wanted to escape. His hands held your head, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as you arms were around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Your heart beat rapidly as his hands traveled down your body, stopping at your waist.

A few moments later he had to pull away as both of you needed air, but de didn't go far, only enough for you to catch your breath. His forehead leaning against yours, noses touching, the two of you giggled into each others mouths.

"Wow" he mumbled as he left short pecks on your lips, unable to keep himself away from you. It was your first real kiss and he was already addicted.

"Stop it" you giggled and let him press one long peck on you before pushing him away. "I don't want you to get bored of that" you teased.

"I could never" he pressed another kiss on your mouth, making you laugh.

"Okay, I understand" you could barely talk as he still had his mouth on yours. He pulled you closer and rested his head on your shoulder.

"You are amazing" he murmured into the fabric of your clothes.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, James" you were glad he couldn't see your face as it was coated in a red blush.

"I'm just saying the truth" he pressed his lips to your cheek.

"I probably should get inside, before we wake up my parents." you sucked in your lips try to hide your smile.

"Maybe" he agreed, but made no move to let you go.

"You have to let me go for that to happen" you pulled away as much as you could.

"Then you shouldn't go" he teased, still holding you.

"I'll see you tomorrow, or today I should say" you reassured him and he let go at that. You straightened your clothes as he watched you. Looking up at him the softness in his eyes almost made you say 'fuck it' and spend the rest of the night with him, but you held yourself back. He turned and walked down the stairs, but suddenly ran buck up to you to press one more long kiss on your soft lips. You couldn't help, but let a smile break out on your lips as he pulled away to look into your eyes once more.

He was already out on the street when you remembered something.

"Hey, pretty boy!" you called after him once more, making him turn around with a big smile on his face from the nickname. "Good night" you bit your lip, trying to hide your own smile, but failing miserably.

"Good night to you too, doll" he playfully bowed down a little, making you let out a laugh.

If someone saw you that night, under the moonlight, they would have seen two people completely in love with one another, laughing, being happy that they finally found their missing piece that was in front of them the whole time. Eyes shining like the stars above them as they watched each other, only the moon being witness of their intimate moment.

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Dog Days

Relationship: Natasha Romanoff x Reader Warnings: N/A, just fluffy! Summary: You agree to accompany Yelena to the pet shelter so she can look for a dog. While there, though, you lock eyes with the sweetest golden retriever... Natasha ends up coming home to quite the surprise. A/N: Bad title, even worse summary! but what’s new.

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When you woke up that morning, you hadn’t expected that by the afternoon you’d be standing in what felt like a sea of dogs. In fact, you knew for a cold hard fact you weren’t supposed to be in this position.

Earlier in the week, Yelena had finally announced she was committing to getting a dog, a task she had been hemming and hawing about for months. Naturally, you and Natasha were pretty excited for her. It felt like you two were becoming aunts in some sort of way. Natasha then offered to go to the shelter with Yelena and the plans had been made.

But come the morning of and Natasha was whisked away to a meeting or something. You didn’t know, you weren’t an Avenger — you only dated one.

You broke the news to Yelena that morning when she came to pick up Natasha. There was a tinge of disappointment written on her face but she did her best to keep up that unbothered persona. It never worked on you when your girlfriend did it and it certainly wasn’t working now with her sister. After a short debate with yourself, you had impulsively grabbed your purse and told Yelena you’d go with her. She didn’t fight you on it.

And that was how you ended up being pestered by dog after dog after dog. They seemed to be never-ending as you two walked up and down the aisles of the local shelter. There were big ones, small ones. Loud ones, shy ones. Puppies and seniors. Each and every one of them looked up at you with the sweetest eyes. It was starting to become concerning how much your heart ached for these little guys. But you weren’t here for yourself — no way, that was never the plan — and instead directed your attention to pointing out potential adoptees for Yelena.

She was quick to shut down your chihuahua suggestion which, well, was sort of reasonable. Yelena didn’t come off as the type. Then you passed some cages of great danes but those were a little on the too big side. Another fair point, they could be tough to corral.

Then you two stumbled upon the German shepherds. You don’t think you’d ever seen Yelena’s eyes light up so much. If falling in love at first sight was a thing with dogs, it happened at that moment you observed. While Yelena approached the cage to introduce herself to the dog, you stepped around looking at the others in the area.

That was when you had your own love at first sight moment. There, in the cage right next to the dog Yelena was looking at, was the sweetest, happiest golden retriever you had ever seen. He perked up immediately as you stepped towards the cage, tail wagging happily, mouth opened to what looked like to be a smile. As weird as that fact sounded, it felt true. This dog certainly looked happy to see you. The feeling was mutual.

Carefully, you stuck your hand between the cage bars and the dog sniffed you out. Within seconds he was licking you, a silent greeting and acceptance. It was over for you then and Yelena apparently had picked up on it.

"Natasha is going to have quite the surprise for her once she gets home," she laughed, watching you pet the dog as well as you could between the bars.

You bit your lip, holding back your own laugh. "It’s not like I can just walk away."

"Of course not."

"That’d be cruel."

"I agree."

You playfully rolled your eyes. "You just want me in trouble."

Yelena shrugged. "I do think it can be amusing hearing you and my sister bicker."

"Oh, just worry about your own dog," you shooed her away. She turned back to the German shepherd, letting out another laugh. The shepherd barked.

When Yelena found a volunteer to begin the adoption process, you followed as well. Like your feet had a mind of their own. Or maybe it was your heart. Whatever it was, you just knew you hadn’t expected your day to go as such.

***

It was very clear that Natasha also hadn’t expected the day to go the way it did.

It was close to midnight when the apartment door opened. You and the new dog, which you had found was named Sparky, were still up playing with the variety of new toys you had purchased for him. After adopting the golden retriever, you realized, well, you had nothing for him. He wasn’t technically supposed to be in the back of the car, looking around all excitedly, if today had gone the way it was meant to.

You stopped by a pet store on the way back which Sparky was very, very excited about. You found he was very kind with other dogs and got overly excited about anything flavored with bacon. You even let him pick out his own toys which led to quite the array of items.

You had just bounced a ball for Sparky to chase when you noticed a presence in the entryway of the living room. You nearly jumped out of your skin, still not used to the way your assassin girlfriend could be so stealthy.

"Nat, hello!" You exclaimed as if everything was normal and this was a very typical night. She didn’t look impressed standing with her arms crossed, eyes darting every now and then to the golden retriever who was now prancing back to you with the ball.

"What’s going on here?" She asked slowly, curiously. Sparky finally noticed Natasha and trotted over, trying to say hello. Your girlfriend looked a bit unsure, to say the least.

"Um, that’s Sparky the Golden Retriever," you explained, motioning to the dog still waiting for Natasha to pet him. She patted his head gently.

"I see that," she nodded. "I guess I’m asking… What’s he doing in our apartment?"

You stood from the floor and took a few steps towards your girlfriend. You discarded the toy in your hand, trying to figure out how to really explain everything now. "Well, you see, after you went to that meeting this morning, I told Yelena I’d go with her to the shelter."

Natasha nodded, encouraging you to go on.

You sighed. "I-I didn’t plan on it, obviously, but I saw Sparky in the cage and I just… Oh, Nat. You should’ve seen the way he looked at me. He’s so sweet. We got along right away and he seemed so excited to meet me… I couldn’t just leave him there!"

Natasha let out a light laugh, completely abandoning her angry girlfriend persona to finally kneel to the golden retriever’s height. She scratched behind his ears which earned a happy sigh from the dog. "Of course you couldn’t leave a face like this."

You let out your own sigh of relief and kneeled down as well. Hesitantly, you asked, "You’re not upset?"

Natasha shrugged. "I was certainly surprised," she admitted, "but I think I should’ve known this would happen."

"Excuse me?" You let out a faux surprise gasp. Natasha chuckled.

"Well, when I knew I couldn’t go I figured you’d step in," she explained. "You are absolutely hopeless when it comes to resisting animals. It was just a matter of time until I came home to this."

You smiled at her analysis of you. Ever the spy, can never turn it off. "Yelena was no help either in the situation. She definitely persuaded me but she was just banking on us arguing over it."

That made Natasha let out the most joyous laugh. You couldn’t help your smile getting bigger at her finding the situation amusing. "I expect nothing less from her," Natasha said.

You nodded in agreement. "Thank gosh it worked out," you said and began petting Sparky’s back. He was stuck between a shower of love and was taking in every second of it, tongue hanging out in happiness, eyes shut in content. "I was worried you’d make me return him."

Your girlfriend shook her head. "That’d be impossible." She sighed, "I can’t believe I’m now a… What do they call that? A dog mom?"

You gasped, a lightbulb going off in your head. "We could get little dog mom shirts made. Sparky could even get his own bandana. We’d have matching family outfits."

Natasha raised her hand, wordlessly asking you to slow down. "Please don’t push it, dear."

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Fine," you shrugged, "but you can’t control what I get you for Christmas."

As if he understood, Sparky let out a bark in agreement.

Natasha sighed. "I’m outnumbered now, aren’t I?"

Sparky turned towards you, giving your cheek what felt like a million licks. Through your laughter, you confirmed your girlfriend’s suspicion.

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