#i think i made the candles too small also but oh well i can fix that. later.

[enbeemagical]

before I forget

so last year, I went into work and my coworker was wearing earrings. I was rather surprised, thinking she was wearing menorah earrings, because I didn't think she was Jewish

....she was not in fact wearing menorah earrings. they were moths. Anyways then I couldn't stop thinking about a moth menorah. a mothenorah, if you will. and I sketched one on my phone that day.

(ID: a very crude digital sketch of a moth menorah /end ID)

I kept meaning to redraw it, and finally I did! Behold: the Luna Mothenorah

ID: a pencil drawing of a luna moth menorah. The head holds the shamash, and the outstretched wings are level and hold the other eight candles, which alternate between white, blue, and yellow. The moth's wings are mostly pale green, with a brown spot on each wing, and the tails of the wings form the stand. /end ID

upgrade, no?

[sexlapis]

- house decor

꩜ nanami x reader

synopsis: you & nanami go home decor shopping and your methods for choosing furniture are…interesting to say the least.

suggestive, heavy sex implications, crack fic, fluff, gender neutral!reader, nanami & reader are married, reader embarrassing nanami

a/n: inspired by this tiktok video ^_^

masterlists

*

you do not enjoy shopping.

the bustling crowd, the loud, busy atmosphere, the blinding strain of artificial light and constantly moving around on your feet for hours on end when you desired the comfort of your home.

you do not enjoy shopping.

unfortunately for you, your newly wedded husband nanami did and being the good partner you are, you willingly put aside your mild discomfort to make him happy.

it’s so difficult being a good, loving and caring partner for your husband, really.

after shoving all of your previous shopping in the trunk of the car, relief floods you. finally, this day is over. it’s only 4pm and a long, cosy afternoon nap awaits at home.

instead, nanami waits beside the car, holding his hand out for you to hold. “come on. we still have one more place left.”

“what!” you groan. “i thought that was the last one!”

“nu-uh. just this one and we’re all done for the day.”

grumbling, you place your hand in his. nanami smiles softly at you and your frustrations ease just a little.

he drags you along the buzzing car park all the way to a large, furniture store.

furniture, huh?

“oh! furniture shopping!” you gleam, a mischievous glint in your eyes that nanami fails to notice. “i’m okay with this.”

“i think that is the happiest you’ve looked since we left the house.”

“yeah, i can tolerate shopping for furniture. not your five billion candles! also, i get to sit down.

“ah, _____,” nanami sighs fondly, pecking your temple quickly, “you are so lazy…”

you huff, but your attention is grabbed by a two-seater, emerald coloured sofa of velvet material. it looked comfortable and seemed like a good deal.

you glide your hand along the rim of the furniture. “what’d you think of this one, kento?”

“hm..it’s alright.” he replies, walking around the sofa and inspecting it like it needs a good fix. “it’s a little small, though.”

“yeah. yeah, that true,” you say, standing behind the lovely, exquisitely made piece of furniture.

you then place both hands onto the outside back of the sofa, and lean forward, effectively bending over. you shift around, seeing how it feels.

glancing back, you see nanami tilt his head and squint his eyes at you.

“…what are you doing?”

you smirk. “you know, jus’…seeing how it feels,” you grunt, standing back up and dusting your hands off like you did a job well done, “it’s too short for me anyway, it would hurt my hips when we..y’know…”

nanami lifts a brow on his perfect face, waiting for you to elaborate.

but you just turn to the kitchen section, skipping away to see what other pieces of furniture and house decorations you can terrorise.

“this one is nice.” you say to nanami, who followed you all the way even in his confusion, of course.

the kitchen setup was modern and sleek, taking on neutral tones like beige, white and brown.

“yes, i do like this one. i can see myself cooking on here.” nanami replies, referring to the electric oven.

“yeah, yeah..” you speak, opening and closing the kitchen cupboards. “hm.”

“what is it?”

“i dunno,” and then, you’re bending over again, this time over the kitchen counter display. “this area is a bit small too,” you jerk your body exaggeratedly, repeatedly moving forwards and backwards like you were being fucked, almost hitting your head on the cupboard above, “yeah, i don’t-”

“_____!” nanami hisses, face morphing into a incredulous expression as he marches over to you, quickly putting a stop to you act, “what are you doing?”

you look up at him from where you’re bent over. “wh-i’m testing it out. seeing if it’s what we need and whatnot,” you turn back around, still in the same position, “okay, now do a few practice thrusts on me, i need to see if-”

“_____!”

“okay, okay.” you huff, laughing a little. you stand up straight, taking a good look at nanami.

a pink tinge coats his cheeks and nose while he frowns at you, almost pouting.

how cute.

you grin and latch onto his fingers, pulling him along with you. “let’s see the bed section now.”

nanami sighs. this day will be longer than he thought.

*

you plonk yourself down on the alaskan sized mattress, body bouncing with the bed itself. sprawling out like a starfish, you hum, letting yourself sink into the comfort of the bed.

nanami stands, seemingly unimpressed. “_____, that’s the sixth time you’ve done that.”

“yeah, kento, i need to see if it’s good to lie on after a long day of work or something..” an idea springs to mind and you sit up quickly, “okay, try throwing me on the bed, but not too hard.”

“_____, no-”

“come on! nobody’s around. look.” you were correct, there was hardly anyone in the store at this time, considering it was a thursday and nearing late afternoon. “just indulge me. just this once,” you beam up at him, “please?”

nanami stared down at you. he and you both know that he will give in. he can’t say no to you, really.

nanami rolls his eyes at himself, holding his hands out and beckoning you over. “come here then..”

you spring up, practically running to him and throwing yourself in his arms. “throw me!”

he shakes his head at you, looking around before throwing you onto the bed. you bounce, cackling and smiling widely as you lay on the bed. nanami shakes his head fondly, looking down at your delighted face. “how is it?”

you breathe heavily, making a face. “eh,” you jump off the bed, “too bouncy and too loud.”

“really?” nanami blanks. “you’ve been jumping on this bed for ten minutes and you don’t-”

“ooo, come look at this armchair, kento!” but you’re already off to your next piece of furniture. you kneel down a little, “this one looks comfy.”

“yeah,” huffing, nanami strolls over, “yeah, it’s nice.”

your hand finds nanami’s back and you prompt him forward. “sit on it.”

he gives you a look. “and you won’t do anything ridiculous?”

“nanami.” you look at him pointedly. “sit on it, i wanna see what you think.”

nanami stared at you for second and obeys, walking to the couch and sitting, legs spread and arms resting.

“what’d you think?” you ask, admiring his thick legs and arms as you stalk closer to him.

“yes, it’s comfortable,” nanami stated and shifts a little. he feels the leather material of the armrest, “and good quality i’d say.”

“hmmm.” that’s all that is said before you’re plopping yourself onto his lap.

nanami sputters. “_____, wh-”

“shh, shush, i’m not gonna do anything this time. just wanna see how i feel sitting on your lap in this chair,” you look back at him from where you’re seated, smiling innocently, “yeah?”

nanami’s eyes thin, clearly not believing you and not a fan of displaying such intimate affection so publicly, but he sighs, “alright….”

you nod joyfully, rubbing his knee and turning to look at the layout of this particular living room. a large, black, smart television that nanami would definitely deem unnecessary, a cream, ruffled rug laid out across the floor, a mahogany, oval-shaped coffee table.

“this one’s pretty boring, right?”

nanami runs a hand down his stubble covered jaw. he forgot to shave, but you can’t say you don’t like it. “yeah, the only thing i like is the armchair.”

before he even finishes his sentence, you’re momentarily bouncing on his lap like a pogo stick, not even giving nanami time to process what just happened before you stand up, placing your hands on your hips. “yeah, yeah we should definitely get this one. comfy, quiet, nice looking. will fit perfectly into our living room, don’t you think?”

nanami stares at you, still planted on the armchair, unmoving. “i have nothing to say to you. you’re unbelievable.”

you cackle. “do you even know me?”

he mumbles, rising from the seat, adjusting his jeans slightly. you smirk, biting your lip and go to say something teasing, but he stops you, “not. a. word.”

*

a brand new, comfortable and most importantly, durable, leather armchair sits in your living room by the end of next week.

a/n: i luv when reader is a little tease 🤭🤭🤭

[mykneeshurt]

Hello! I was wondering what you think 141 & Alejandro, König & Rudy’s reactions be if their partner tried to get out of bed after a very spicy night & ended up falling/couldn’t walk?😳 Also yes I’m over 18😂

Of course!! My first ever head cannon! Apologies about Gaz and Rudy I don’t really read any fics on them, hence why they’d so short 🙈 I hope they’re ok! Hehe - I’ve tried to keep this Gender Neutral, if something needs changing tell me so I can fix it! ❤️

Price 🥃

He would be loving and attentive. Price would run you a warm bath, and as you soaked your aching body in the hot water he’d make you a strong cup of tea. 2 sugars.

You struggled walking to the bath, your knees wobbling, your thighs aching, small bruises littered you skin. He’d watch you as you walked to the bathroom, your hips swaying back and forth hypnotising him.

Price would then join you in the bath, he’d sit behind you, caressing your shoulders. Peppering your skin with light healing kisses. He’d check in on you, constantly. ‘You alright love?’ … ‘god, you took me so well’

He’d lean you back against his chest, kissing your forehead, whispering praises to you. He’d slowly work his way down to your aching core, massaging your inner thighs.

‘You feel so tense love. Let me help.’

Price would hand you your tea, letting you sip it slowly, savouring the taste as he caressed your chest. He’d plan the day for you, to take your mind off the ache, the pleasurable pain. Walk the dog in the country side, find a quiet tree he could kiss you against, before returning home where he could cook for you. Worship you.

Before starting all over again.

Ghost 💀

Riley would tease you, degrade you slightly, ‘couldn’t take my cock huh?’ … ‘pathetic.’ You knew he didn’t mean it, you got off of degradation from him.

He’d make small gestures to show he cares, breakfast in bed. A back massage. Firm slow kisses on your swollen lips from the night before. Caressing and squeezing your neck, something to distract you from the pleasurable pain you felt.

If you got out of bed your knees would be weak and wobbly, earning you your new pet name ‘Bambi.’ He’d throw you over his shoulder and slam you back on the bed. ‘Stay.’

He’d work you up, again. Making you want him despite the pain you felt from him fucking you the night before. You’d beg, plead and whimper for him take you again. You’d drag your nails along his bare muscular back, pleading for him to take you again.

He’d bruise your skin, holding himself back from fucking you again. He wanted you. Needed you. But he knew you needed to rest, heal, so he could have his way with you once more.

‘Careful love, sure you could take me again?’

Soap 🧼

Wee John, oh he would worry, worry he’d hurt you, but be low key proud at how well you took him. Deep, fast, hard.

‘You were so good for me hen.’ … ‘fuck you felt so good, so tight.’

He wouldn’t let you leave the bed, he’d keep you tucked into him as he cradled your face. Checking in on you constantly. Needing reassurance he didn’t hurt you too much, despite seeing you waddle to the toilet. Now that made him chuckle.

He’d whisper bad jokes to you to ease the burn you felt, he’d make you laugh to distract you. ‘Why did the beach blush? - because the sea-weed.’

He’d explore your body with his fingers, teasing you as he made his way to your aching centre. ‘Fuck off Johnny, it’s so sore.’ He’d secretly smirk to himself feeling somewhat proud, he did tell you he’d ruin you. And yet you didn’t believe him, till now.

Gaz 🇬🇧

Gaz would worship the ground you walked on for the entire day. All the chores? Done. All the cooking? He’s cooking what ever you want. Bath? Consider it run with essential oils, a glass of wine ready and your favourite candles.

‘You alright babe?’ He’d ask as you hiss when standing up. You’d kiss him sweetly, reassuring his lil head that you’re fine.

Losing your balance because your knees are so weak would cause him to giggle endlessly. ‘Fuck are you giggling at’ you’d snap throwing a pillow at him, grinning. ‘Never thought I’d see you so weak in the knees for me’ he winked.

Rudy ❤️

Rudy. What a sweetheart. He’d make you the finest hot chocolate, made from cocoa beans he brought from Mexico. The thickest whipped cream as well as mini marshmallows. Of course.

He’d put your favourite film on and you’d snuggle up on the sofa all day. ‘Eres tan hermosa’ he’d whisper to you as you buried your head in his chest. - you’re so beautiful

Stroking your head he’d check in on you ‘estas bien?’ - you ok?

As you’d lay there he’d be thinking about the positions he had you in the night before. Bent over the bed, at his mercy. He’d slowly become hard thinking about it. Your moans echoing in his memory.

Feeling unable to hold himself anymore he’d guide your lips to his as he devoured you in a moment of intense passion.

Alejandro 🌹

Alejandro would be on you again as soon as you opened your eyes. Pulling you into his embrace, intertwining your limbs together once more.

‘Te necesito mi amor’ he’d whisper into your neck ‘eres como una droga para mi.’ His sultry voice washed over you as his hands massage your skin.

He’d pepper you with kisses, with praise at how well you took him last night. How much he needed to feel you again. To feel you become a liquid beneath his as your moans injected themselves into his veins.

Wiggling out of his grasp you’d try and go to the toilet, but your knees were weak, muscles sore and tense. Losing your balance he’d be by your side within seconds. ‘Mi amor, let me help you.’

Pulling you in he’d place a lingering kiss on your lips before carrying you bridal style to wherever you needed to go.

König ✨

Definition of ‘lady in the streets a freak in the sheets.’ Wee man struggles with his anxiety in social situations but not when it’s just the two of you.

This man is obsessed with you, hence why you cannot walk this morning. You tried getting up to go to toilet but you knees gave out. You collapsed in a pile on the floor in a fit of laughter.

The mountain of a man peered over the side of the bed at you ‘mein Schatz’ he murmurs, smirking. Adoration in his eyes. He offers you his arm to help you up, before rolling you into him.

His huge arms keeping you trapped against his chest. You giggle against him, your ass bounces slightly against his cock. ‘Careful Liebling’ he growls into your ear.

He places a possessive kiss to your temple muttering words of love and praise in German to you.

He takes you to the shower, over his broad bulky shoulders and puts you gently into the tub. Leaving you to shower he quickly gets dressed and faces his demons to go to the local shop. On his return he presents you with a small bunch of flowers and your favourite hot drink.

You’re thrilled and surprised ‘König?! Are you ok? Did you manage?’ You chirp, a huge smile on your face. Pride swelling within your chest.

He found it difficult but he’d do anything for you, anything to see your face light up for him.

[bloodhoundluke]

luke hemmings headcanons —❦ halloween

description: this is just a small collection of halloween things you’d do as a couple 🎃🧡

warnings: a few curse words, an illegal amount of fluff, a sexual hint. loosely written so might contain typos.

a/n: so this is my first headcanons post ever! hope you like it, and happy halloween to everyone who celebrates ❥ also, the cute little ghost dividers are by @silkholland & can be found here :)

decorating the house

i don't think you'd go overboard with the decorations, tbh. you'd decorate the house in some spider web and pumpkin decorations, some halloween lanterns on the patio. some orange and yellow candles across the house. you'd put up some pumpkin and ghost string lights in the entryway of your house, and a decorative skeleton leaning against the entryway wall. and you both would startle everytime you came home (losers ❥).

and you'd go to the florist to get some halloween-y colored flowers to put in your kitchen and the living room. you'd take forever choosing which bouquets are the best. "do you think this is better? what about this one? oh no, this is cute as well! luke??? are you listening?". his only concern would be that you'd be happy with the choice, even if he had a favorite of his own. but then you'd persist and you'd propose he'd pick one and you'd pick the other. you'd pick one for the kitchen with orange and red roses, orange asiatic lilies and dried leaves. luke'd go for different shade of orange with lilies, roses and carnations for the fireplace in your living room.

baking halloween treats

you’d bake something relatively easy or medium hard, not anything too complicated. you’d go for halloween cake pops, pumpkin cupcakes, caramel apples or spider web brownies for example. i don’t think gordon ramsay would be too impressed of your skills in the kitchen tbh (at least not luke’s, lmao). "luke you are not supposed to put that in yet! the dry ingredients are supposed to go in first". "are you serious?? oh my god have i ruined the whole thing? i definitely have, have i?". "we can fix it, lu. or at least i hope so". "i should not be allowed in the kitchen, jeez", he'd sigh dramatically and you'd giggle at his adorable reaction. "not if you can't read the instructions, baby", you'd kiss his cheek and later you'd offer some dough to him from your fingertips. "mmh, damn this is good though".

& you’d go to the nearest grocery store or bakery if you craved something you didn’t know how to make or were too scared to even attempt.

halloween movie night

yeah you've watched a few halloween movies on singular nights after work etc. together, but you both wanted to have a marathon night. you could go for harry potter, coraline, hocus pocus, nightmare before christmas, etc., the classics. and if you were feeling wild, you'd go for a scary movie first. "lu i'm scared", you'd hide behind a blanket. "c'mere", he'd offer you his embrace and kiss your forehead. he'd wrap his arms tightly around you, and your head would rest against his chest, your hand around his waist. "are you scared?", you'd ask him. "no". "then why's your leg shaking?". "...cause it's numb". "right...". you'd joke about possibly being plagued by nightmares the following night, and as an attempt to avoid that, you'd end the night with some sappy and cute halloween movie. you’d also eat the halloween treats you made earlier and drink apple cider etc., while watching the movies. your living room would be candle lit and the couch would be filled with blankets and pillows, so it’d be extra cozy and homey. and of course petunia would beg for food, and you'd give her the dog halloween treats you bought from the store. then the pupper would happily go to sleep and start snoring in her own bed 🥺

and at some point during the night you’d hear the doorbell ring. it’d be little kids trick or treating. you’d give them a lot of snacks and gush about how cute they were afterwards. you’d melt because you love seeing luke with children, he is so extra attentive and lovable. (maybe some day you’ll have a toddler of your own running around the house in the cutest costume ever 🥹💞).

carving pumpkins

you’d go to a pumpin patch together. you’d look for the perfect pumpkins, but they’d all be a bit off so you settle for some decent ones. (this would take at least 30 mins and then you both would get frustrated at the selection). you carve the pumpkins at home while listening to some halloween playlist. then you’d look at the final results. “this looks like shit”. “...look at mine” and somehow luke’s even worse. this would lead to a stupid amount of giggles. luke takes a picture of the carved pumpkins together and sends it to the boys whatsapp group. (they’d all think yours is better and luke would frown, following with a jokingful ”well fuckin’ obviously they think yours is better”.)

dressing up

there’s no way luke would not want to have matching costumes… yeah you’re that annoyingly cute couple at the party that arrives in painfully matching set of costumes. mike, cal and ash would totally make fun of you being clingy and predictable, but secretly think you two are adorable. you’d pick something you both like, ranging from cute to sexy to actually scary costumes. you could be dressed as each other too. you’d pick whatever you feel like that year. i feel like you could go for a barbie theme this year and you could help him with his makeup and apply glitter in his eyelids etc 🥹 "is this okay?", you'd confirm luke about the makeup and he'd take a look at himself in the mirror. "it's perfect, darling". "..do you know what else is perfect?". "huh?". "your incapability to know that you have a boner...". "well it's not my fault you are so sexy, is it?", he'd smirk and the comment would be followed by a hot make out session.

and of course petunia would be dressed up as something like a pokemon, pig or a ghost!! ”i don’t she likes it very much, luke”, you’d giggle. ”oh mama here thinks you don’t like your costume. don’t you like it tuney?”, luke babbles and petunia responds with a grunt and goes to her sleeping nook. you both giggle at her grumpy reaction and how cute she looks.

attending a halloween party

so first of all, you’d be super late. you don’t have the concept of time whatsoever. but all of your friends are used to it so they don’t really expect you two to be on time. you’d arrive to the party in your painfully matching costumes and mingle with people. then one halloween you’d win the prize for the best costume together. ”i told you we would win!”. ”luke….you told me we’d lose because our eyeliners weren’t matching enough…”. ”oh… did i? silly me!”.

© 2023 bloodhoundluke.

[deapax]

hey :3 so happy that you are accepting requests ~ can you please do one of Agatha Harkness who use her magic to brainwash you (a normal neighbor in Westview) and became you in her perfect partner?

Baby it’s cold outside

Characters: Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Summary: Agatha put an eye on you before you knew it, now you’re decorating your shared house for Christmas.

Warnings: 18+ smut, brainwashing, oral (both), boot riding

A/N: It’s now Christmas time so I paired it with that haha. Enjoy!

You didn’t know that your entire life would be changed when you moved to the beautiful town called Westview. It was small, calm, a perfect place for you to relax and work at. You had an ordinary life to say the least, most people would’ve called it boring but you liked the slowness it brought along with it, giving you the opportunity to focus on the important things of life. Such as your neighbour, Agnes. She didn’t know where she came from, in fact you didn’t know much about her at all but you enjoyed spending time with her, going shopping, eating ice cream, roller skating. Any possible activity Westview had to offer.

After a few weeks you kept going like that, you noticed the changed look that the older woman gave you, yet you couldn’t quite wrap your head around what was going on. Then Christmas came around, clearing things up. She came up with the idea to move in together, as she thought of both of you being too lonely and also too attractive to stay alone forever. When you kindly declined, everything went downhill very quickly. The witch didn’t take rejection very well. So instead of simply accepting your decision she wiggled her wicked fingers, wrapping the house in purple mist, brainwashing you to bend to her will, turning you into her beloved housewife just like she’d always wanted.

There you were, standing on a ladder at the door, dressed in the ugly Christmas sweater you loved so much. “Agatha, dear, could you hand me the plastic snowflakes please? Oh and the mistletoe too. Did you manage to get the tree yet?” You asked, smiling when she handed you the things you’d requested, putting them over the door. The entire house was ahead covered in sparkling lights and candles, and the scent of freshly made cookies was lingering in the air. Agatha laughed softly as she helped you off the ladder and then gently placed her finger on your nose. “Honey it barely turning December, if I got the tree now it’d be dry as hell on Christmas Eve.” Even though her magic could definitely fix that problem, she chose to not tell you about her powers, scared you might discover the secrets she was hiding. “You’re right with that, I’m just too excited for Christmas. You know it’s my favourite holiday. So I was thinking we could go with silver and reddish Christmas balls and tinsels for our tree this year?” You suggested, your arms wrapping around your wife’s waist as she leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your red lips. “That sounds wonderfully my love.” She replied with a soft smile on her lips, an honest smile this time. The witch finally had what she wanted and she wouldn’t risk anything to let anyone ruin that for her. She deserved a happy ending after everything she’d been through, she thought.

You didn’t catch a glimpse of what was going on, you simply enjoyed the time you spent with your lover and were relieved that she obviously felt the same way. While the witch admired you with loving eyes, you made your way back to the box with Christmas decorations, taking out a few ceramic reindeer and stars before walking around the house to set them on the shelves while swaying to the Christmas music that was playing on the radio. Even though you weren’t the best singer Westview had ever seen you still didn’t hold back, singing along ‘Last Christmas’ as you finished up decorating the living room. When you noticed that you were missing the fake snow you quickly started putting on your shoes and reached for the door knob.

“Where are you going?” You could hear the panic in Agatha’s voice, something you very rarely heard from her so it caught you off guard, just like the hand that was taking yours off the door knob. “I just wanted to get some more decorations from the shop down the street. I’ll be back before you know it, I promise.” You gently cupped her cheek, reaching for the door knob again but Agatha just pulled you closer by your waist, pointing at the snow storm outside the window. You were certain that there were only little snowflakes falling from the sky when you checked the last time. “There’s no way I’m letting you go out there, I can’t risk letting anything happen to you, I’m sure you understand.” She tried to reason with you but you just smiled, leaned up and kissed her. “Then come with me. You can take care of me, you always do.” But your wife just shook her head, she wasn’t going to risk anything. “Baby it’s cold outside. I’m sure we got something we can do inside here no? Something to take your mind off things and heat you up.” The witch pointed up at the ceiling, the mistletoe dangling over your heads as she hummed, leaning down to kiss you before she lifted you up, your legs wrapping around her waist as she carried you to the couch in the living room, putting you down there to make you watch as she started stripping very slowly and teasingly, taking her purple blouse off first before her pants came off, leaving her in some black boots and her purple matching lingerie that you’d never seen before but damn did it look amazing on her. Once she’d gotten rid of her own clothes she proceeded to strip you out of your pants and panties as well, throwing them behind the couch, out of the way. She chuckled wickedly at how easily she could make you forget about your original plans, no matter how wrong it was.

Hungrily you dropped on your knees in front of her, looking up at her like the obedient girl you were for her, waiting for any sign of approval. “That’s my good girl. Come on angel, go ahead, I know you can do it.”Those words alone made your cheeks turn redder than the Christmas balls you planned on putting on the table. Your fingertips moved up the legs, gripping her thigh to pull her a little closer before your finger hooked under the waistband of her panties and slowly dragged them down. Your heartbeat quickened at the sight of her glistening pussy and you could barely hold back from just diving right into it but you knew better than that as you didn’t want to be punished.

The older witch’s hand moved to tangle in your hair pulling your head closer, her eyes were dark from lust when you looked up at her for a last time before you wrapped both of your hands on either of her full thighs, spreading them open so you could lick a line through her folds, collecting the sweet juice with your tongue, humming at the divine taste of it. The way she moaned out your name made your own core tingle, causing you to press your legs together. When Agatha noticed your reaction she tilted her head, smirking at how desperately you tried to get the tiniest bit of satisfaction out of pressing your thighs together. As your lips wrapped around the sensitive clit, switching between swirling your tongue through it and sucking on it, causing Agatha’s hips to buckle more into you face, her hand holding you so close that you thought you were suffocating even though being suffocated by this goddess of a woman would certainly be the most acceptable death you could think of. Noticing your little whimpers, the witch decided to make a move to help you out at least a little bit.

She brought her right boot under you, making squeal in surprise as the cold leather hit your heated cunt. Yet the sensation all this sent through you made you grind down on it, your moans stifled by Agatha’s folds. “Nuh uh, baby. Simply because I decided to show a bit for mercy doesn’t mean you can stop. Come on now, keep up the good work and you might get rewarded. Sounds good?” You couldn’t remember the last time you nodded your head so quickly. You dipped your tongue into your lover’s hole, making her pant softly as your nose brushed against her clit while you kept grinding down on her boot, covering it in your wetness as you felt the knot in your stomach tightening slowly. “Don’t you dare to cum, my darling, you wouldn’t want me to punish you do you? Just… just keep going I- ugh.” Her monologue was interrupted by your tongue doing its talented work inside her, accompanied by your fingers now rubbing her clit that soon made her throw her head back, moaning your name as her eyes shut. “Fuck, baby you’re gonna make me cum! God who knew you had such a talented mouth?” At the last comment you frowned, you remember sleeping with her several times during your marriage so she should know, right? Your doubts came to a sudden end when you heard Agatha crying out, pulling your hair as she did, filling your mouth with her divine fluids. As she looked down and saw your lips covered in her cum she pulled you up, kissing her deeply, moaning out softly as she tasted herself on your lips. “Oh baby, look at the mess you made on my boot. Eating me out got you going hm? Do you want mommy take care of your aches?” With big begging eyes you locked eyes with the witch, nodding at the proposal. “Please, it aches so bad! Need you so badly!”

You didn’t know how you ended up on the table, your legs spread widely with your witch’s head buried between your legs, your mind was foggy, like you had chugged an entire glass of strong alcohol which seemed very unlike you. As Agatha noticed the concerned expression on your face she felt her heart skipping a beat. Had you caught on her? “Focus on me baby, come on, look at me. Be a good girl and take what mommy gives you. That’s what you wanted didn’t you?” You brought your hand down to hold onto the witch’s hair while your other hand gripped the edge of the table as your wife’s tongue dove deeper into you, her fingers pinching your clit causing you to squirm under her touch. The way she kept locking eyes with you as she ate you out like it was her last meal made you feel things you didn’t know existed. The talented tongue and the stunning sight, as well as the fact that you had been riding her boots for what seemed like an eternity, caused you to cry out her name which was music in Agatha’s ears. The woman swallowed every single drop of your cum before she moved up to lean over you, kissing you passionately to make you taste yourself while her hand creeped underneath your ugly Christmas sweater, kneading your breasts as she kissed you once again, your tongues fighting for dominance.

“Now did I convince you to stay inside with me?” She asked, panting from the previous actions, silently hoping that she didn’t have to play with your mind again and that this convinced you. “Only if you stay inside me.” You winked pulling her closer for another kiss.

[lvxybby]

Music Ties (kurt cobain x fem reader) (pt4) WARNINGS: drug usage ------------------------------------------------

i rolled around im my bed, my hands covering my face. "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" i yelled as i rolled side to side. i was fangirling over kurt. i just met him and hes my new boss! its all happening way too fast. maybe im just confused. but when i think of him i get butterflies. i think of his giggles and his shining smile. i think of his beautiful blonde locks dangling in front of his beautiful sculpted face. his ocean blue eyes that look like saucers that can take you anywhere you can imagine. his hands. his arms. his waist. every single detail about him was perfect. oh god. i do really love him. but i cant stop thinking of his face...i need relief. i sigh before looking at my end table. i open the small drawer to reveal a pipe, lighter, grinder, and baggie of weed. i take out a bud and put it into the grinder. i twist the cap a few times before opening the bottom to show perfectly grinded weed. i take some and put it in my pipe. i set my grinder on the small table and take my first hit. soon i loose track and end up smoking 4 or 5 bowls. im so high i cant tell if anything is real. i set my pipe and lighter down and crawl under my blankets. i snuggle against the layers of covers and pillows. i pull one of the pillows to my side and start to cuddle it. i didnt even realise i was thinking of kurt while cuddling the pillow. i grew tired and i was so curious to look at the time but i was too lazy. i slowly drifted to sleep. i woke up to the light peeking into my window. i sat up feeling very well rested and checked the time. 10:34. i grunted while starting to get dressed

Kurts pov: "dave get the fuck up! we gotta clean this shit!" i yelled at him. he groaned before standing. "fine..." he said starting to pick up the trash on the table. the apartment was now fairly clean...mostly since ive been cleaning since 6 this morning. i look over at all my guitars scattered in a corner instead of being put up. Y/N would think bad of that...she takes good care of her stuff unlike me...im trashy and whiny. i take them and start to put them on stands. except for the broken ones. i throw them in the closet. i look into my room. Extremely trashy. torn posters everywhere. pipes and bongs and it reeks of weed...i wonder if she smokes... soda were cans scattered on the floor along with chip bags. my bed was messed up. clothes sticking out of drawers, on the floor and under the bed. my notebooks were messed up on my shelf. and there was paint materials everywhere. i sigh before i start picking up everything. dave was busy cleaning the small kitchen we shared that was also a mess. it was disgusting. expired food. dirty counters. muddy floor. and for some reason there were clothes in there. i put all of the dirty clothes in my laundry hamper that was almost full to the brim. a scrub the dry paint off the walls and floor i put all my smoking things up in the very top of my closet. i pick up every single piece of trash and take the garbage out numerous times cause of it. i fixed my books, took down torn posters and made my bed. by this time it was noon and i was so tired from it. dave finished with the kitchen and swept the apartment. finally everything was clean. besides the smell. "dave do we have any candles or air fresheners?!" i shouted from my room. "yeah i think in the...bathroom cabinet!" he replied from the living room. i sprinted into the bathroom and opened the cabinet and snatched out the only Air Wick we had. i lit it and set it in the living room. soon all the smells of marijuana was gone.

Y/N pov: i was finally ready. i did my makeup and got dressed. im ready to leave. i got in my car and began my drive to kurts place. it was a 45 minute drive so i best hurry. the drive was nice and peaceful. i was prepared to do this. and make it forever..the question is...how am i gonna tell my current band mates im leaving them...that doesnt matter now. i was about to reach kurts apartment and i dont need to be upset. i pull into the steep driveway to his apartment. it was a 2 story building and kurts apartment was on top. i walked up the metal spiral stairs. i prepare myself to see him...will it be obvious i like him?. i take a deep breath before knocking.

[kuma829]

Decorate♥Crimson Chocolat Festival Chapter Twelve

Yumenosaki’s prided No.2 will show them all what we can do… Prepare yourself, “ChocoFes,” for you haven’t seen anything yet.

Cast: Leo, Kuro, Souma, Keito

Author: Yuuki Yoshino

Season: Winter

Leo: Happy Valentine's Day…  ♪

 ♪~ ♪~

Kuro: (Woah… As soon as Tsukinaga took to ta stage there was a big cheer… A lot of the audience must’ve been here ‘cause of the Knights’s Chocolates)

Souma: Hmm… The “yunitto” who were performing this morning and the “yunitto” who are performing now are all seemingly on track.

The “shokora-fuesu” is less about winning and losing compared to the “dori-fuesu,”* is it not?

But, I feel this intensity of how they attempt to make the other “yunitto’s” fans, their own fans.

…Speaking of which, I have not been able to find Hasumi-dono amongst the crowd. Should I track his whereabouts?

Kuro: Ain’t Hasumi busy with student council work?

Knights also ended up performin’ later than they were scheduled, ‘n it seems small issues like this are littered throughout the event. 

I gotta admit, I can put myself in their shoes with this overwhelmin’ amount of work.

Keito: Excuse me, I’m here.

Kuro: Oh, look who just made it in ta nick of time’? Yer hair’s a mess, I’ll fix it for ya before ya hit the stage.

Keito: Thank you, you really saved me here. I just had a problem to deal with earlier, and I suppose it got messed up in the panic of the moment.

Anyway, the Knights’s performance is about to come to an end. It’s truly a performance only they could give.

It is indeed a unit who can stand by their chivalry.

Kuro: I wonder how they do it. Only they can say stuff as embarrassin’ as that and make it work.

But, well, look at that. All the customers are happy with it,  moanin’ stuff like ’ “kyaaah!” or “eeee!” like that. Their fans must have gone way up too.

Keito: Heh. We are AKATSUKI. Knights, as strong as they may be as a leading unit in Yumenosaki, cannot hold a candle to AKATSUKI.

Yumenosaki’s prided No.2 will show them all what we can do… Prepare yourself, “ChocoFes,” for you haven’t seen anything yet.

Kuro: …What’s with that look? Ya come up with some secret plan?

Keito: It’s true something like “ChocoFes” is something most suitable for a group like Knights, but…

In fact, because it’s them… The audience expects a certain performance from them.

Usually they’re free-spirited, but when working as Knights they put an emphasis on fanservice more than any other unit.

Some on-lookers may think, “well it’s only natural to do this,” and that, is the key difference between us and Knights.

Kuro: Aah, if there was a concert held for AKATSUKI, it would be a bit more formal, yeah?

But Hasumi, did ya finish your performance prep-work properly?

Ya keep sayin’ ya hate bein’ a smooth-talker, so do ya think you can stand on stage and say all that crap without gettin’ embarrassed? 

Keito: Don’t you worry Kiryuu, you’ll come to learn that you shouldn’t underestimate me.

…It looks like Knights are done now. Kiryuu, Kanzaki, it’s our turn now. Follow me.

Souma: Oooh…! Hasumi-dono, you stand with pride. Kiryuu-dono, let us push forward too.

Come come, everyone make way for the sounds heading your direction, for AKATSUKI is about to take to the stage…!

Kuro: Haha! Kanzaki’s so full of energy. I guess I’ve got no choice but to join in too. I’ll be sure to show you all a dream sweeter than these chocolates… ♪

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*”dorifuesu” refers to dream fes

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[erin-bo-berin]

i love your whole dad!steve concept it truly makes my heart burst! set in the singlemom!reader verse, could you do something where it’s steve’s birthday and the reader surprises him with an adoption certificate asking him to adopt the baby?

That would be the CUTEST THING. Oh yes, I’m so excited for this! I have to use this gif because imagine how stunned and surprised and just shocked in general he would be. My heart 😭 (also, fun fact: I ended up including my little fur baby’s name in here)

“Surprise!”

“Jesus Christ! You scared the shi- uh crap out of me!”

Steve put a hand to his chest, eyeing the toddler in your arms, glad he’d caught the swear just in time. These days, she was repeating anything she heard so he’d tried to be extra careful what he said when he was around her.

“Happy birthday, Steve,” you smiled, putting the little girl in your arms down so she could greet him too.

She went flying the short distance between you and Steve, running over to him to hug his legs.

“Happee birfday daddy!” she squealed, wrapping her small arms around his legs.

He smiled, bending down to pick her up.

“Thank you baby girl and mommy,” he said looking over at you, the smile lighting his face.

“I got you pwesent,” she said, beaming up at her daddy.

“Did you now? What did you get me? Hmm, a tie?”

She shook her head emphatically.

You raised a brow, amused, “You? I’m a tie?”

He stuck his tongue out at you, playfully.

“Let’s see,” Steve resumed his guessing game with his and your daughter, “Is it…a book?”

“No!” she grinned.

“Is it your favorite stuffed bunny named Hoppy?”

“No, silwee!” she giggled.

Still working on her pronunciation of the word, “silly” came out much cuter and funnier than it should’ve, causing Steve to laugh with joy.

“Is it a million kisses for daddy?” he asked again, then started attacking her face with kisses, giving her numerous ones all over her face.

The little girl squealed with joy. It was one of her favorite things her daddy did, was give kisses.

“Mommy have pwesent,” she finally said when Steve stopped, pointing towards you.

You held a print out caked shaped design that the toddler had “painted”. But, at the top, you’d done a little activity with her. You’d dipped her entire finger into different paints and made a few “candles” out of her finger prints at the top of the cake. It had turned out adorable.

“What is this?” Steve asked, taking the picture, looking at it.

The smile hadn’t left his face yet, but it grew even brighter as he looked at the picture.

“Did you do this for me, sweetie?” he asked.

Your daughter nodded with a smile.

“Mommy hepped.”

“Mommy helped?” he translated.

“Yesh.”

“Well, I love it,” he kissed the top of her head, “Thank you so much princess.”

“You welcome, daddy.”

“The kids, Robin, Eddie, Nancy and Joyce all dropped off their presents earlier,” you chuckled, nodding to the pile of wrapped presents and gift bags on the couch, “The living room looks like Christmas currently.”

Joyce and Mrs. Wheeler were hosting a cook out party for Steve at the Wheeler’s house this weekend for everyone to gather and celebrate your boyfriend, but most of the gang had decided to drop off their gifts for him early, on his actual birthday. Today, he was celebrating with you and your daughter.

“Well I guess that means someone is going to have to help open all those presents. Who should it be?” Steve tapped his chin, thinking.

“Meme! Meme! Meme! Pwease, daddy?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely, of course you can.”

He kissed her cheek.

“What’s for dinner? It smells amazing in here,” he said, following you further into the kitchen.

“I fixed spaghetti since the munchkin requested it,” you said, sparing the little girl an amused glance, “I hope that’s okay.”

“Pagetti!” she cheered.

“Well, then I’m in luck because your spaghetti is my favorite,” he smiled, giving you a kiss as well.

“No,” your baby whined, trying to pull Steve’s face away from you.

She was currently going through a bit of a jealous phase where she wanted Steve’s attention at all times.

“Hey, now that’s not nice, sweetheart. There’s enough of daddy to share okay? See, look. I can give you a kiss as well.”

He kissed her cheek, then her forehead to prove his point.

“Now, can you say sorry to mommy?”

“I sowwy,” she frowned, not liking to upset either one of you.

“It’s okay sweetheart,” you soothed, running a hand over her hair.

“Go get cleaned up, dinner is almost ready, okay?” you told Steve.

“You heard what mommy said. Let’s go wash our hands okay?” he bounced her in his arms.

“Oh I got a present for you, too, but I’ll give it to you later, if that’s alright?” you said.

“Oh,” he smirked, “That’s more than alright.”

“Steve!” you huffed, hitting his chest playfully, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Alright, but can it be arranged? It is my birthday after all. I deserve some dessert.”

He gave you a grin, with a suggestive little wiggle of his brows before he walked out with the little girl, heading towards the bathroom.

“Besides cake, I mean!” he hollered.

You laughed, shaking your head at the audacity of him.

•

It wasn’t until after yours and Steve’s daughter was down for the night that you got the chance to give Steve your present.

True to his word, he’d let her help him open his gifts. She was a mess after the spaghetti dinner though, so bath time came first. Per Steve’s request, you and he gave her a bath together. She absolutely loved the extra attention, having both mom and dad with her for bath time was a rare occurrence. It was usually one or the other.

While Steve got her into her pajamas, you drained the bathwater and cleaned up the bathroom, not leaving it for later when you knew you’d be too tired to deal with the mess.

With hair still wet from the bath and in fresh pajamas, Steve set her in his lap and let her help him open presents. He let her pick which one to start with and it was off from there. You had a kick watching both of them, the toddler just as excited as Steve was. You appreciated how he included her in so much; you appreciated it more than he probably knew.

It wasn’t until the last few presents that her energy drained and the tell-tale signs of her sleepiness kicked in. She was yawning and rubbing her eyes, beginning to fuss at the mention of bedtime.

She fell fast asleep just before the last present and after opening it as quietly as he could—even though it didn’t disturb her the slightest—Steve carried her to bed and tucked her in.

He was tidying up the floor when you walked back in the room, picking up the pieces of wrapping paper and tissue paper from gift bags that had been carelessly thrown by an excited two and a half year old.

You hid the gift behind your back as you entered, biting your lip nervously. You were afraid that he might not like it as much as you’d hoped he would when you’d first received it. It was a medium sized rectangular gift box, wrapped in birthday wrapping paper, but it was what was inside that was the true gift.

Steve was chuckling to himself when you first entered and now he looked up, seeing you, filling you in on what was amusing him so much.

“I can’t believe Henderson got me four cans of Farrah Fawcett hairspray. What a kid.”

“Steve? Why don’t you sit down?”

Sensing your somber mood, he sat on the couch.

“What’s up?”

You sat down next to him, revealing the present from behind your back.

“Happy birthday.”

“Sweetheart, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he smiled, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you into him before kissing your temple.

“I know. But I wanted to. Go ahead, open it.”

He tore into the wrapping paper at a much more normal speed than that of the excited toddler earlier. He peeled away the wrapping to see the gift box you knew was underneath. He peered at you curiously before lifting the lid.

Inside, nestled in tissue paper was a small stack of papers. Steve’s brows crinkled in confusion as his eyes scanned over the paper on top.

“What’s this?” he asked.

He looked back down at his gift, his eyes widening when they landed on the word “adoption”.

“Is this…?” he started, not quite sure how to finish his sentence.

“It’s adoption papers. To legally adopt baby girl. Make her a Harrington,” you finished for him.

He stared at you, blinking. Then he set the box aside, taking your face in his hands. His thumbs stroked your cheeks gently.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

You saw tears in his eyes. You also saw a smile on his face. He was so happy and that erased any nerves you’d felt before he’d opened it.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

He kissed you then, holding your face firmly in his hands, trying to convey his gratefulness, his happiness, his love, in the single kiss.

As if that hadn’t been enough, he made sure you knew his answer when you two had parted.

“I’d love to adopt her.”

It was the best birthday Steve had ever had.

[luimagines]

Maybe first kiss?? Definitely romantic-

Masterlist

You got it hun!

Part 1 will include Warrior, Twilight and Wild.

Content under the cut!

Warrior

You walked along the road with no true destination in mind as the sun began to set.

You were alone for a change but didn’t mind the lack of company.

The air was sweet and fragrant, the night life beginning to stir around the town as you continued walking.

As you traveled and watched as the houses lit up their candles and the shops closed down as the day winded down to an end.

It was a peaceful moment that you didn’t think you’d have again for a while, not as long as you traveled with Link.

Any of them.

The worst of them was The Captain, you thought to yourself.

And just as you thought it, he appears in front of you.

Surprised just as much as you when you nearly collided with each other. Nothing happened thankfully but you were stunned in your footstep.

“Evenin’ Captin’.” You wink.

Warrior snorts and rolled his eyes. “And here I thought you dropped that name.”

“Would you rather I call you Link?” You grin and begin to walk again.

Warrior doesn’t take the lead like you were expecting him too but that’s just as well. It’s not like you were going anywhere.

“Of course I’d rather you call me by my name. Shame there’s just so many of us.”

“Too many.”

“You love us.”

“If I didn’t, I don’t think there’s any way I would have survived as long as I have with all your shenanigans.” You laugh. 

Warrior hums but doesn’t match your energy.

You look at him and raise an eyebrow. “Were you drinking?”

“Hm?” Warrior startles. “No. Not while I’m working.”

“Warrior, you’re always working.” You deadpan. 

“Am not.”

“Are too!” You snap back. “And well, whatever. Never mind. I was going to see if you wanted to go get a drink or something but if you’re technically still on the clock then it’s fine.”

“You want to get a drink?” Warrior throws him thumb behind him and tilts his head in tandem. “There’s a place that way where you could get one, cheap, mediocre, but it gets the job done.”

“I was curious if you wanted to drink. I’m actually fine.” You shrug and keep walking.

Warrior gets confused and has to step a little faster to keep up with you before you leave him behind. “I appreciate the offer but I’m fine as well.”

“Fair enough.”

Warrior waits for you to continue but when he sees that you aren’t going to, he speaks up again. “Why only me?”

“Legend says that you’re always thirsty around me, so I figured I’d offer-”

Warrior trips over himself and lands on his knees.

It looked rough.

“Hey, are you ok?” You drop next to him and he pulls himself off of the cobble stone road.

There’s a tear by his knee, right where he landed on it, and it you shifted it just a millimeter higher, then you’d see the very thin cut that’s already begun to bleed.

You hiss and try to gently pull the cloth away to get a better look at it but Warrior’s stillness is more unnerving than you want to admit.

“I’m going to kill him.” Warrior growled.

It was so out of left field that you blinked, sat back and began to laugh.

And laugh.

And laugh.

“And here I thought you were actually hurt.” You gasp. “You scared me for a second. Also, don’t kill Legend- he’s just trying to get under your skin, it’s not so bad.”

“Not so-” Warrior furrows his eyebrow and places a hand over his mouth. “Do you not know what that means?”

You raise an eyebrow with a teasing grin on your lips. “If I said no, would you show me?”

Oh you knew what you were doing.

You and him were playing this game for a while now and this is where you wanted to see what he was made of. If all the back and forth actually meant something to him like it did to you or if he was just having fun with it.

You would have been fine with it either way but you didn’t want to put time and effort into someone who didn’t consider you for more than a second glance. Legend’s comment was honest- if an honest jab- but it was the only clue you had to see where you soldier boy stood with you.

You lick your lips subtly but you don’t miss the way his eyes are drawn to the motion like a moth to candle light.

It emboldens you.

Warrior, while still on the ground, straightens up and you can see the movement of his Adam’s apple just beyond his scarf. “Are... Are implying what I think you’re implying?”

“I never implied anything Link.” You go stand and send him a wink. “I only wanted to know if there was anything I could do to help with apparent problem. But if it’s not serious-”

Warrior jumps to his feet and reaches for your elbow before you can turn away from him fully. “Serious? You want me to be serious?” 

“I want you to be honest with me, not some part time lover.” You admit. “Don’t go breaking my heart.”

Warrior has what you can only describe as a face journey.

At first he continues to look confused, before you see the light dawn on his face, before he looks like he could jump over the moon with joy alone and then his face drops again to what you can only describe as mild despair.

Warrior says your name like a prayer and his hands come up to cradle your face.

Your hands find themselves on top of his. 

They’re warm. 

“Is Legend right then?”

Warrior gulps audibly this time as his swipes his thumb across your cheek. “...Yes.”

His voice is breathless and low and it’s a whisper, a confession and a vow all in a single word.

The air is charged with an intensity you weren’t expecting when he speaks and you’re drawn into his gaze. “If you’re thirsty, what does that me?”

“A tall glass-” He leans down and brushes his nose with yours. Your eyes flutter close, letting him do whatever he’d want to do in the moment, you trust being fully placed in the hands of this man who’s completely captivated you, your heart and soul. You feel his breath move marginally down and you like your lips again from the anticipation of what you hope would happen. “-of water.”

Warrior lets his lips rest on yours and you don’t hesitate to kiss back.

Emboldened by the reaction, Warrior lets his hands travel downward and settle on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You for your part, rest one hand by his collar bone and the other rests on his jaw, gently pushing and caressing where you want him to move to.

He follows without question and trails off of your lip to kiss your cheek, your jaw and he leaves a trail all the way down to your neck.

You gasp at the cold sensation when he leaves the spots behind and grip his tunic with your hand. “Link.”

He stops. A breath leaves him and he gulps right by your ear. “Sorry. Got carried away.”

“It’s ok.” You say in a small voice.

Warrior grins through his subtle panting and he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you entirely and resting his head beside yours. “We can be serious.”

“The group would kill us.” You laugh and tilts your head further into the crook of his neck.

“Probably.” Warrior shrugs. “For either taking to long or making one of the lose a bet, but only for that.”

“Not for being intolerable?” You ask and tilt your head ever so slightly to return the kiss Warrior left on your neck.

He stills and hugs you tighter as result. “I’m going to need a drink.”

“And here I thought I could fix that.” You laugh and try to pull away. “You said.”

“Different.” He growls and keeps you from going through your plan of escape. “Something strong.”

“May I join you in your attempt to quench your thirst?” You snort and give up, letting him hold you as he wants.

Warrior pauses and looks down at you from where he holds you, a dumb smile on his face. “I’d love nothing more.”

Twilight

Learning that Twilight was Wolfie was something you thought would be easy to move on from.

Wrong.

You used to shower Woflie with all sorts of pets, kisses and cuddles and part of you yearns to continue doing so.

But you didn’t want to make it awkward with Twilight.

You figured he only put up with it because he was a wolf and didn’t want to break up the illusion of his secret. Not the mention that the thought of kissing Twilight does something funny to you on the inside and the butterflies don’t leave you alone for hours after you’ve thought about it. 

But you missed it. 

You missed Wolfie. 

Your relationship with Twilight had taken on a new strain and you think the others are starting to notice it much to your chagrin.

He corners you one day, while you’re a little ways away from the group. You’re out of the ear shot and you’re frustrated and awkward.

Twilight lets a big breath out and notices how you can’t meet his eyes. “Are you ok? You’ve been weird this whole time since you found out. Did I do something-”

“No, no. You’re fine.” You’re quick to reassure him. “I couldn’t care less if this is a secret you want for yourself-”

“Ok, but with you being weird to both Twilight and Wolfie, the others are going to notice something sooner or later.”

“I won’t tell them anything.” You say.

“I trust you. I’m just saying.” Twilight crosses his arms and looks at you a little painfully. “But why the change? I thought we were fine.”

“We are fine.”

“Clearly not.” Twilight nearly growls. “You won’t even look at me anymore. You refuse to look at me even now.”

You snap your head to face him head on and chew on your lip as you try to think of the words to defend yourself. 

“Why did you let me give you all those kisses?” You say instead. “You knew I wasn’t aware of who you were.”

Twilight stills and his frustration melts from his face. He stares at you with a blank expression only bordering on confusion and realization at the same time.

It’s a weird look.

He doesn’t say anything in response though and the lack of reaction to your very legitimate questions spurs you on.

“What? Are my kisses are special or something? Do you know how weird it is for me to know that you’re Wolfie and still want to kiss the wolf?”

Twilight blushes something fierce, but he nods somewhat. He had a suspicion that was it, but he didn’t think you’d actually say it out loud. “Yes.”

You groan and throw your head back. “Yes to what?”

“Yes to both.” Twilight gulps and shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant. “Of course are kisses are special. And yeah- I get it. It can be weird but I let you... because I like it. It was selfish, I know, but I didn’t care because it was you. Look, if you want to keep kissing Woflie, I’m not going to stop you.”

“But it’s you!” You cry.

Can’t Twilight see what makes this weird? You can’t kiss Wolfie. It’s kissing Twilight! And kissing Twilight is a whole other level of honesty you’re not ready to have with yourself at the moment.

Twilight for his part- looks offended and maybe a little disappointed. “I didn’t think kissing me would be such a terrible idea.”

You panic. “That’s not what I meant. You’re very kissable. It’s just that I-”

“Prove it.”

You look up and Twilight’s in front of you, in your personal space, and he’s leaning down close enough where you can feel his breath fan across your cheeks.

“Uh, um...” You gulp and chance a look at his lips.

Twilight notices.

You don’t see that though. You instead focus on the implication of his words, how he’s placed him in front of you, how he’s not moving any closer to you.

He waiting for you to make the first move.

Do you want to? 

You shift yourself closer. 

Prove it, he said. 

Prove to him that he’s kissable. 

Prove to him that it matters if he’s Wolfie or not.

Prove it.

You take a breath and place your hands on his chest, reaching upwards to press your lips against him.

Your eyes close and you feel the contact as an electrifying spark. Your hesitance is clear. It’s a new and foreign sensation for you but it never had to be more than a peck. 

Your eyes flutter open again as you pull away but Twilight wraps his arm around your waist, trapping you against him as his other hand cradles your cheek, angling your face back to him gently as he chases after your lips.

They’re softer than you would have thought they would be and the way Twilight moves them against you has you struck stupid.

Your hands snake their way up his chest and wrap themselves around his neck. One of your hands tangles itself in his hair and begins to play with the strands you can reach.

Twilight responds with his own hand traveling past your cheek to your neck and eventually behind your head to entangle his fingers there.

You whines and Twilight pulls away, breathless, with half lidded eyes that have a look that makes you feel weak in your knees.

You gulp and attempt once again to pull away from him. “There.”

“What?” Twilight speaks and it does something funny to you. His voice is low, husky, dangerous.

“Very kissable.” You say with a slight nod to your head, unsure of what to do or say next. The phantom touch of his lips on your is still very much there, but you don’t want to place your fingertips there to mimic it while Twilight is still very much in front of you.

A new hunger darkens his gaze and he smirks with a wicked gleam. “I’m not convinced.”

He pulls you completely flush against him body and you squeak from the intensity behind it. You can feel his chuckle across your whole body and the sound encompasses you completely.

You feel a grin begin to bloom and you almost want to laugh. “What do you want me to do about it?”

Twilight leans down again and brushes his nose against yours. “I think you know.”

“Do I?” You challenge and brush him back. “I could be wrong. I’m not a mind reader.”

“I’ve wanted it for so long, how could you not know?” Twilight’s voice dips even lower and you shiver.

Twilight notices.

Your voice however, goes higher.  “Oh.”

Twilight smirks. 

“I suppose I can’t leave you unconvinced then, huh?” You maneuver yourself to get comfortable against him and ever so slightly push his head down to meet yours more fully.

“It would be rather rude of you to do so.” Twilight whispers against your lips.

So, you prove it.

Wild

You and Wild had snuck off from the group and were simply chilling by one the many grassy open spaces his Hyrule has to over.

Wild had taken you to a high point that oversaw the whole village any one who tried to make their way up to you.

So you had privacy for the time being.

Not that you guys were doing much, just laying on your back alternating between watching the clouds and taking quick cats naps in the warmth of the sun.

You take a deep breath and let it go, a wide smile on your face. “We should do this more often.”

You heard Wild shift from your side as he rolled over, his head cradled in his hands, his elbows firmly planted into the dirt beneath you. “You think so?”

“Your home is beautiful.” You say. “I want more time to appreciate it.”

“And yet it’s incomparable to you.” Wild whispers.

You still and roll over yourself to face him.

He ends up being closer to you than you thought he’d be and the close proximity takes you off guard. You feel yourself flush a little and shrink down, unable to meet his gaze but it’s not unwelcomed. 

“You’re making fun of me.” You mutter.

Wild takes his free hand uses it to tilt your head back up to meet his eyes. “Never.”

You gulp a bit as you glance into the windows to his soul. Sometimes when you catch yourself staring, you can see a sadness there with out end. Sometimes you can see his pain and confusion and you know that there’s not enough magic in the world to fix it.

But now?

You think you see hearts and thought of it being because of you does something funny to your own heart and breath.

You feel his gentle touch on your skin, how his thumb caresses ever so slightly against your cheekbone and chin.

The air is delicately charged with an electricity you wouldn’t have been able to place before.

You both lay there, staring into the other and you see his eyes, dip ever so slightly down.

You gulp.

You want him closer.

You need him closer.

You need him to kiss you.

Right now.

Wild shifts closer and brushes his nose with yours, his lips barely brushing over your own. His breath is hot and moist and you almost whine when he doesn’t close the distance between you.

“Is this ok?” He says after his second of hesitation.

“Please.” You whisper and angle yourself up to brush your lips with his again, the temptation to much for you to bare without any results.

He pulls back just before the distance closes again and you feel your heart drop.

“Please what?” He gulps. It’s loud and nervous and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was being coy, a tease and a nuisance.

But no, he sounds genuinely concerned about your wording.

Just as quickly as your heart drops it soars again and you could cry with the amount of love you feel in your veins.

You reach up and cradle his face in a similar fashion to how he holds you and pull him closer. “Please.”

Wild takes the answer for what it is, pushing himself all the way in your direction and placing his lips on yours.

There’s a restrained hunger there, you can feel it. 

He wastes no time with tangling his hand into your hair, pushing you back so that your back is once again on the ground. Wild traps you beneath you and settles for keeping most of his weight on his opposite hand, leaving just enough room for you to bring your other arm and wrap it around him.

He’s gentle though, like he doesn’t want to frighten you with his desires but you mimic his movements, wanting nothing more than for him to let you love him.

At some point where your lips dance around each others, you move and you place different kisses on his jaw, his cheeks and his scars. You’re pinned underneath him entirely and he holds himself up from crushing you with a single arm on the ground by your head, his hair falling beside your face when he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

His breathing comes out in little pants and his eyes close. “I love you.”

You hum and tilts your head up to place a little kiss on his nose. “I love you too.”

Wild let a giddy smile fall across his face before he looks into your eyes and kisses you again.

Part 2

[blueseasfanfics]

Bed Warmer

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Description: In Asgard, Prince Loki chose you to serve him. He catches you sleeping in his bed one night, and your punishment only confuses you. He wants you to be his bed warmer for the night. Fluff, slow burn.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Took a tiny break. Honestly, I need a lot of motivation to write these lately. I love writing them but my emotional state is in shambles at the moment. But writing Loki fic is healing for the soul. I hope reading it helps too.

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You fell asleep in Loki’s room.

You didn’t mean to, but you were exhausted after cleaning the rest of the room and his bed was so inviting. He had the most comfortable sheets, the softest blankets.

Anything befitting a prince.

Plus, Thor had dragged him off on some sort of trip for the week, the castle was supposed to be bare-boned and the wing with Loki’s rooms were unpopulated for the moment.

You could take a nap.

But no, you forgot Loki often came back whenever he wanted to, not on a schedule.

You woke up in the dark, the sunlight that was streaming in from his huge windows now gone. In a panic, you scramble to get up until a voice from the shadows freezes you in your tracks.

“Don’t get up on my account.” Smooth words from a silver tongue.

“P-prince Loki, I truly-”

“Apologize? For not cleaning my rooms to my satisfaction? You should be apologizing. Just look at the bed, it’s a mess.”

“Y-yes and I’ll fix that right now and-”

“And what? You still fell asleep in my bed. That’s a grave offense you know.”

He says it calmly but you are nowhere near calm, your heartbeat so loud you can hear it in your ears. You scrabble again to get out of his bed and start quickly tidying up the bed, but he lights a candle that was on his nightstand.

Your breath catches in your throat as you see him in the warm light. He’s shirtless, in loose fitting pants that are low on his waist. You catch yourself staring and snap your eyes up to his face, and feel even more panic as you see he’s looking straight at you. He has a bemused smirk on his face, but you have no idea what he could be amused by.

“I-I’m r-really-”

“You stutter too much.” He mutters and you nod, quickly bending back down to fix the blankets and he sighs.

“Do you understand why I chose you to be my servant?”

“M-my...obedience?”

You hadn’t actually ever thought on it. You had been working in the stables for the longest time, caring for the horses. You were always able to calm them down and barely spoke to anyone at all. Then suddenly, you’re being whisked away to be Prince Loki’s personal maid.

Deep down you resented it. You missed the horses, with your only glimpses of them being trips in the dark of night to say hello. It was forbidden to see them without a key, so you could only go when everyone else was asleep. Not like you had time to see them anyway. It’s been a long few months of cleaning and fetching and orders.

In that time, this was the longest Loki had ever spoken to you.

“Are you obedient? Deep down? Is your purpose to answer my every heed?”

“Y-yes?”

He sighs again, and you have the sinking feeling that you’re saying the wrong things.

“You were more fun when you were screaming at me.”

You’re bewildered. You had never screamed at him before in your life. The only people you had ever even risen your voice towards were those that were messing with the horses.

You screamed at one hooded knight once, for trying to take a wounded horse to ride. But that was months ago.

You take a second to think.

Oh, that bastard.

“Well, you shouldn’t have tried to steal a horse. You could have simply asked kindly and I would have found you one you could have ridden.”

“I wanted that one.”

“He was hurt.”

“I don’t care. You give someone of the court what they want, no questions asked.”

You ball up the blanket you’re holding in your fists, trying to bite down your rage.

“I would not let anyone injure a horse further.”

“Next time, you give me the horse I wish. Or else there will be consequences.” You can feel him staring at you, but you keep your eyes pointedly staring at the blanket in your hands.

“I will not.”

“Then you and the horse will die.”

“You will die before that horse does.” Your hand flies to your mouth the second the words come out, dropping the blanket. You look up at him in fear, expecting rage, but instead you’re met with a wide grin.

It feels mildly predatory, as if he got what he wanted.

“S-sir I didn’t-”

“I told you I liked it better when you were yelling at me.”

“I didn’t think that was true-”

“Do I lie that much that you think everything I say is false?” He says, with mock hurt on his face.

You can only shrug. It’s improper, but this whole situation is improper.

He studies your face as you study his. The eye contact is growing unbearable, as is fighting the urge to not look him over fully again.

“C-can I take my leave?” You whisper and he shrugs.

“You seemed so comfortable in my bed. Sleeping away without a care in the world.”

“I already apologized for that.”

“I’m your master, I would think I get a better apology than that.”

“What do you...mean…” You trail off as he slides elegantly into his bed, lifting the blanket as an invitation.

You stand next to the bed, not moving a muscle.

“Sir, I am not going to-” You say through gritted teeth before he rolls his eyes.

“Such an improper mind. I simply want a bed-warmer. Get a nightcloth from the closet and get in.”

“I-”

“Do it.” His words have a biting edge to them as he drops the blanket and turns away from you. You stare for a moment at his back, seeing it littered with scars. You had never seen those before and they’re hypnotizing, but after a moment you break away and rush to his closet.

He had many ladies nightclothes, in case of late-night visitors, but you had never taken too much of a look. Lately, they hung gathering dust in his cabinet.

You grab the first one you see, and hiding in the dark as much as possible you strip off your uniform and slip into the gown.

It was intended for those of a higher class, the fabric feeling as smooth as air against your skin. It was also obviously made for those wanting to show off, as it was incredibly revealing.

“Are you stealing my closet, or does it just take you millenia to change clothing?” His words come out calm but you still feel the need to rush, and you come out quickly. After a moment's hesitation, you slide into the bed next to him.

You lay on the edge as far away from him as you can and face away from him.

“Oh come on, you were sprawled out so sweetly earlier.”

He sounds like he’s facing you, and you freeze.

“Yes, well, this is your bed.” You say back.

“And I’m telling you to warm it.”

“Didn’t I do that enough through the sprawling from earlier?” A slight touch of your irritation comes out and you curse yourself on the inside.

“Such sass from a servant.”

“Apologies-”

“Never apologize again. It’s so incredibly unlike you, and I hate liars.”

“That’s a surprise.”

“See? Doesn’t that feel so much better? Giving me all your vitriol?”

He almost sounds like he’s laughing under all of his words, but he keeps the same crooning, calm tone.

“I’d rather not die, sir. Life feels better than giving you my mind.”

“If anyone was doling out death threats tonight, it was you.”

You whip around to face him, propping yourself up as you look down at him.

He’s giving you a lazy smile from his relaxed and laid-back position, and that just grows your irritation further.

“I only threatened death on you for proposing it on an innocent creature.”

“Very noble of you, saving those less fortunate. Think you could have saved yourself with that fighting spirit.”

“I don’t especially need saving.”

“Ah, yes. That is why you are a servant, and not a warrior.”

“You are just cruel.”

“That is one of my titles, yes.”

“Why am I in this bed?”

“I told you. Bed-warmer.”

“You just wanted power over me, didn’t you?”

“As if I didn’t already have that. With your little stutter and fear rolling off you in waves.”

You’re seething, but confused. Both on why you’re so irritated, and why you’re suddenly allowed to give him all this irritation. In his bed, no less.

“Then why-”

“As I said. You seemed content in my bed.”

“So? Anyone would be content in your bed.”

“Many people are. For different reasons than yours, though.” He yawns, and examines his fingernails.

“Am I boring you?” You say sarcastically and he nods, glancing up at you.

“Quite honestly, yes. I expected to be asleep by now. But the bed is awfully cold, and someone is talking an awful lot.”

“Mainly you.” You mutter and lay back down again, facing away from him. You scoot to the middle of the bed, forgetting your need to keep distance.

“Is that better?” You ask, then your breath hitches as one arm snakes around your waist. He presses you against his chest and you can feel his chin on the top of your head. He has you locked against him like a puzzle piece, and you freeze in place.

It feels good, and a small part of you admits this is the safest you have ever felt in this castle, but you will never admit it to him.

“Don’t worry. I’m a gentleman.” He murmurs, his voice right next to your ear.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” You try to choke back any fear, but your words still come out in a shaky whisper.

“I’ll only touch you when you ask for it.”

You try to sleep, simply closing your eyes and trying not to focus on him anymore.

It doesn’t work. His entire being is distracting.

“You have a huge ego.”

“Most definitely.”

“I’m not warming your bed every night.”

“Whatever you wish.”

“You’re irritating.”

“The threat against the horse was a lie. I will never hurt your horses.”

“Incredibly irritating.”

“Most definitely.”

After that you both stay in silence, him keeping true to his word and not moving his hand from your waist and you eventually relaxing in his grip. The more you relax, the more tired you are, until you fall asleep in his arms.

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You wake up alone in the bed, with the blanket tucked up to your chin. You blink away the sleep, and a glint comes off the pillow next to you. Feeling for whatever it was, you find it and pick it up.

A key to the stables, with a note attached. Quick, scribbled script is written on it in black ink.

“Thank you - Loki.”

[spidernerdsblog]

Can you do MMIH blurb where the reader and Tom try and have alone time but the twins keep interrupting and tom gets frustrated and sends them to Nikki's nd Dom's place so they can have alone time?

Got a couple of requests on this concept so here it is the well deserved date night for them. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Match made in Hell (series)

DATE NIGHT

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, soft passionate, bathtub sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Running a business was never easy be it the mob or his new real estate business Tom always found paperwork grating. The constant signing of his initials after scrutinizing the legal documents line by line stacked in those manila folders on the table was strenuous. And on top of that when you walked into his office in the middle of the day dressed in that sundress that drove him insane didn’t help much either. He was quick to put all the work aside and pull you in his lap. 

With the kids and a business to run you could barely spare some time for each other. So whenever you managed a little alone time you were all over each other like some horny teenagers all desperate and needy. Your dress was bunched up to your waist, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass as you grinded on his growing bulge. Tom’s breath was hot on your neck as he kissed the sweet spot behind your ear that made your knees go weak. You let out a whimper when he slipped a hand between your legs rubbing your clit through your panties feeling your wetness. 

“Fuck baby you’re soaked” he grunted hastily undoing his belt and fly. He was about to pull out his throbbing length when you were interrupted by Leah’s sharp voice.

“Mommy! Look, Nate ate my chocolates!” 

“No mommy I did not!” Nate retorted as you stopped everything you were doing. Sighing against his mouth you pulled away from Tom.

“Mmmmph don’t go please” he whined, chasing your lips as his grip tightened on your waist in an attempt to keep you close.

“I have to” you kissed his nose and pressed your foreheads together with a smile.

“You know I love them with my life but they are being serious cockblocks lately” he mumbled.

“Don't say like that, they are small and they need me” you snickered. 

“What about me? I need you too” he pouted, giving you his best puppy eyes.

“Yeah that is the reason they are here in the first place so now deal with it” you got off his lap standing up and fixing your dress while Tom sat on his chair with a scowl on his face. He knew he was being selfish but you both deserve some alone time together. He can’t remember the last time you cuddled together and poured your hearts out, drifting off to sleep listening to each other's heartbeat. And then suddenly an idea went across his mind.

“By the way, are you going to the diner today?” he asked.

“Yeah, some deliveries will be arriving. I need to check them myself. Why?”  

“Try to come home early”

“For what?” you glanced at him questioningly.

“Just be back by six. You’ll get to know” he insisted.

“Ok I’ll try” you left, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

After solving the huge mystery of the stolen chocolates, it turned out that Nate indeed had eaten all of his sister’s chocolates. You made him say sorry to her and then went to your diner. As promised you returned home early and were a little surprised to find the house oddly quieter than normal days.

“Good evening darling. How was your day?” Tom’s voice startled you as he walked in from the backdoor of the mansion. You also noticed how he was dressed differently tonight in a blue turtleneck and trousers, hair gelled back as his rolex glimmered on his wrist.

“It was good but why is it so quiet in here? Where are the kids?” you asked, taking off your overcoat and handing it to Tom who took it from you and hung it on the coat hanger.

“At their grandma's” he informed nonchalantly.

“Thomas Holland, you just did not send our kids to your parents house to have sex with me did you?!” you raise an eyebrow questioningly.

“That’s preposterous! I would never do that!” he gasped dramatically “it had been a long time since they visited their grandparents and mum was missing them too so I dropped them off at my parent’s for tonight” he explained. 

“Okay I believe you. So why did you ask me to come home early?” 

“Well I thought it has also been a long time we spent time together just the two of us so I arranged a little date night for us” he revealed, smiling with glee. 

“Aww that's very sweet of you. So where are we going?” you asked curiously.

“You'll see. Shall we Mrs. Holland?” he held out his hand for you.

“Sure Mr. Holland” you slipped your arm into his with a smile.

Stepping out of the mansion you strolled through the blue stoned walkway hand in hand as he took you to the gazebo built in the middle of your huge lawn. As you neared it your eyes went wide in awe. The gazebo was decorated with fairy lights, a table for two was set with flowers and candles on it and a mix of your favorite songs playing.

“You like it?” he asked softly.

“Oh my god Tom I love it!” you gasped, taking his face between your hands and giving his lips a warm rather long kiss.

“My lady,” Tom pulled out a chair for you.

“Thank you kind sir” you snickered sitting down as Tom took the seat opposite to you. He opens the bottle of wine and pours you both a glass. Raising your glasses in the air for a toast he admires your beautiful face glowing in the soft yellow light emanating from the candles. After you are finished having your dinner which, not to mention was delicious. You reached out your hands, taking his hands in yours gently.

“This was perfect Tom, I really missed spending time with just the two of us” you said, mindlessly tracing his wedding band with your thumb.

“I’m glad you liked Y/N” he gave a warm smile, squeezing your hands lightly.

“Thank you so much Tom for...”

“Ah ah not yet darling” he cuts you off.

“What else did you plan?” you gave him a puzzled look.

“For that we have to go back inside the house”

“I think I already know what the surprise is” you narrowed your gaze, giving him a knowing smirk.

“Oh c’mon you’ll love it I promise” he said with an impish glee.

“We’ll see,” you laughed as you got up from your seats and slowly made your way back into the house and then headed to your room.  

“You might wanna change” he whispered into your ears as you felt butterflies in your stomach in anticipation at what he had planned for you “and don’t come in before I say” he added before disappearing inside the bathroom. You unzipped your dress, taking it off as you decided to just put on your satin robe and sat on the edge of the bed wondering what he was doing inside for so long.

“Y/N you can come in now” you heard him call out after sometime. The lights were off as you padded your way inside to have your jaws dropped. Tom had drawn a bubble bath for both of you. The room was lit with your favorite scented candles, the sweet scent looming in the air and rose petals scattered everywhere.

“So what do you think?” Tom asked, sitting inside the bathtub.

“Well you got me speechless Holland”

“I thought what’s better than a relaxing bubble bath at the end of the day”

“Can’t argue with that” you snickered.

“Now come on in before the water gets cold” he invited you.

You untied the knot of your robe and slipped it off your shoulders letting it fall on the floor. Tom’s eyes were on you watching every slight movement of yours mesmerized. He can never get enough of you and your beautiful body. You stepped inside the tub as Tom spread his legs a bit to accommodate you. You sat down between his legs leaning back on his chest instantly relaxing at the feeling of the warm water hugging every inch of your skin as you breath in the aroma of the bubble bath. Tom’s warm chest brushing against your back adds to the feeling as you  melt into him soaking in the heat radiating off his body. It was like heaven and this is exactly what you needed.

“Comfortable?” he asked as you nodded in a yes. Tom brought his hands up to your shoulders, gently pushing his thumbs into them, massaging your tired muscles. He rubs his hands all over your shoulders and upper back relieving the knots. A little moan escaped your lips whenever he hit a spot.

“You really need to give serious thought to taking up the job of a masseur” you snickered.

“Well as I told you before it’s only for a special person” he said continuing to massage at the base of your neck.

“It feels good” you sighed in content.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmhmm” you hummed.

“I have another way to make you feel better” he murmured against the shell of your ear and your breath hitched.

“How’s that?” 

Tom wrapped his right arm around you, cupping one of your breasts. He places his other hand on your knee, running it across the expanse of your thigh before dragging them along your inner thigh. The cold wedding band on his ring finger a sharp contrast against your warm skin sending shivers down your body.

He spread your delicate folds with his long fingers and dragged them slowly up and down taking his own time. He littered your neck and shoulder with bites and kisses as his fingers explored you and little waves of pleasure coursed through your body. He switched between pinching your nipple and squeezing your breast as you grind your ass against his cock.

“Want my fingers inside you love?” he purred.

“Yes... yes please Tom” your voice came out shaky yet desperate.

He bites on your shoulder gently as he inserted his pointer and middle finger into you in one swift motion. The feeling of his knuckles pressed deep against you felt so overwhelming makes you clench involuntarily. His fingers massaged your velvety walls pushing in and out of you drawing out delicate moans of his name from you. His thumb soon found your bundle of nerves drawing slow circles around it. You grinded your ass back against him harder as he picks up his pace.

“Needy for my fingers, aren’t ya?” he chuckled as you mewled in response. Your head tilted to the side as he trailed kisses back up your neck, nipping at your earlobe while his fingers worked on your wetness. He whispered praises into your ear as you clenched around his fingers, legs threatening to close. Tom placed a hand on your thigh to keep your legs apart. He could tell you were close as your body grew heavier in his grasp.

“You gonna cum for me darling?” he curled his fingers inside you hitting your spot.

“Yes...fuck Tom... right there” your body fell back against him. Tom knelt down, capturing your lips in a sloppy, passionate kiss as he rubbed at your clit faster. Your body convulsed as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. Tom held you against him as you came down from your high you felt his hard cock pressing against your ass. 

You turned around in your post orgasmic haze placing your hands on his chest straddling his waist. You captured his lips in a heated kiss, his tongue slipped past your lips dominating you as he ran his hand down your bare back. Your wet bodies rubbing against each other as you moaned into each other's mouths.

“Ride me baby. Wanna feel every inch of you” he said pulling away, the deep baritone of his voice making your pussy throb with need.

You lifted yourself up gripping on his shoulders tightly as Tom grabbed his dick and lined it to your hot, wet and welcoming entrance. You slowly sunk down on him, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as he filled you up. You can never get used to him always stretching you in the most incredible and delicious ways. Tom groaned loudly, bottoming out. 

You started to ride him, gradually gyrating your hips in a slow motion. His hands falling to your hips guiding you up and down his length. Your hips meet with each and every thrust, water splashing out of the tub which you could care less about right now. He knelt down peppering your chest with kisses and love bites, your fingers knotted in his hair tugging on the roots as you bounced on his cock.

Tom’s hands slid down to your ass, spreading your cheeks as he took control. You gasped when he picked up the pace, plunging deeper inside you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging onto him as he thrusted up into you mercilessly. You hid your face in the crook of his neck sucking a mark into his skin. Tom felt your body tremble, your walls squeezing him like a vice and he knew you were almost there.

He wrapped an arm around you holding you securely while his other hand reached down between your wet bodies. He began rubbing your oversensitive clit in fast circular motion that sent you tipping off the edge. You wrapped your arms around him trying to keep him as close as possible as you slowly rode out your high. Your walls spasmed around him which sets him off too. His whole body shudders and he spills his seed inside you. 

Both of your chests were heaving as you came down for the high. He leaned back against the edge of the tub with you in his embrace. You sit back to find a goofy smile on his face . 

“I love you” your hand traces his jaw and you lean in to kiss him “you always take care of me so well” you murmured against his lips. Tom tugged on your bottom lip, a grin forming at the corner of his lips.

“We are just getting started, darling”

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Reblogs are appreciated ❤️

[wri0thesley]

Hello Nat! It's me! The same anon who sent the Househusband Risotto asks a few weeks ago. Could I request a fic of Risotto with no.21(a Househusband au) and some pregnancy fluff? Congrats on 5k (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

brand new - risotto x reader

you have something to tell your husband. 

warnings: soft fluff, sfw. afab reader, no pronouns. pregnancy, talk of children, brief allusions to risotto’s past life. 

You’re surprised by just how easily Risotto falls into a domestic life.

You’d thought that his past would haunt him more; the fallen comrades, the Mafia business, the blood on his hands – but he’s surprisingly pragmatic about it, when you hesitantly bring it up.

“It happened,” he says. “I miss them. But I’ve been given a chance that they didn’t get, and I intend to take it.”

It’s more than your stoic, quiet husband usually says at once, and you feel it pierce your heart like an arrow. Your hand brushes over his broad shoulder in as much comfort as you can give him, and Risotto looks at you with the lightest smile on his lips that makes you feel like the luckiest person in the whole universe.

Risotto becomes the house-husband as if he’s been waiting to be able to do it for his whole life.

Oh, he makes some mistakes – some little things, like washing a pair of your red underwear in with some shirts that you wear for work. Planting the wrong kind of seedlings at the wrong time of year – trying to fix the plumbing himself instead of calling a plumber.

You two muddle along, but as a whole Risotto seems to be thriving, and that makes your heart leap in your chest like a prima ballerina.

Your heart thumps double when you come home after a long day of work and he already has dinner simmering on the stove, an apron wrapped around his broad frame – it’s emblazoned with the legend; “Hot Stuff Coming Through (and I don’t mean the food)”. You breathe in the scent of his cooking; something deep and rich.

You come up behind him and wrap your arms about him, resting your cheek on the centre of his back.

His muscle has gone a little soft now that he’s not working out so often or in as many life-or-death situations, but he’s still broad and amazing and perfect for holding onto.

“Smells great,” you say, sighing, kicking off your heels in kitchen to be put away later. Risotto’s eyes stray to them all higgledy-piggledy on the floor, and he frowns;

“Nonna’s recipe,” he says. “Aren’t you going to put those in the shoe rack?”

“I’ve only just gotten home,” you pout at him, but your pout quickly breaks into a smile as you see the exhaustedly fond expression on his face.

Now that he’s not an assassin – now that he doesn’t need to hide everything he’s feeling under the guise of being cool and cold and collected – Risotto’s face seems to move more. He finds it easier to express his emotions. It’s still little things; twitches and furrows, instead of his entire face transforming – but it’s more than before.

He’s comfortable. He’s happy.

You, and him, and the little world that you’ve build all around you two.

You bend over to pick up your heels, opening your mouth to say something over-dramatic about his newfound house pride – but you’re stopped by an ache that shoots down to the centre of your back, a noise of pain escaping you before Risotto can turn lightning quick and wrap a strong arm around you.

“Are you alright?” He’s asking, brow creasing slightly in concern. Panic flares in your stomach – you don’t want to tell him like this.

“Y-yeah,” you laugh it off, straightening up with your shoes in your hand, the other going to massage your back where you can reach. “Guess I was just sat in the wrong position at work for too long, huh?”

Risotto looks sceptical, but he can’t leave his boiling pots for too long. With a searching look at you, he returns to the stove, murmuring low;

“I’ll give you a massage later.”

You smile at his back as you walk towards the shoe rack in the hallway. You know that saying that will have made him blush; despite how long the two of you have been married now, he’s still nervous about things like that. His hands still shake a little when he goes to hold you. He still licks his lips before he kisses you, murmuring in a deep voice;

“Is it really alright?”

You always wind your arms around his neck and pull him in as your way of reassuring him that it’s perfectly fine. It’s hard, you think, for him to accept that he deserves all of this – but you’re eternally glad that the two of you get to share it together.

Little reminders of your shared home and life are scattered all about your home. A picture of you and Risotto at your wedding, framed and hung in the hallway; his suit is a little too tight, because he left it too long and it couldn’t be tailored properly to address the fact that he’s built like a superhero.

A bookshelf that has your romantic novels next to his own gothic horrors; a skull candle that burns red from its eyes as it melts perched on top. Also perched on top is a trinket dish that he made and painted for you at a pottery class he attended to try and get him out of the house whilst you were at work – you use it to dump your keys in.

It’s supposed to be a heart shape, but it’s more of a very uneven kidney.

The carpet you two had chosen together; you’d wanted something cheaper, but Risotto had insisted you could afford this one – he’d been right, and it’s soft beneath your stockinged feet.

You love him so much.

Your hand cups your stomach protectively now that you’re out of Risotto’s sight. You think of the tiny life inside of you; half Risotto, half you, already loved more than they’ll ever know even without Risotto knowing that it’s there. You can’t wait to tell him.

His hands are gentle on your shoulders, big and warm and softer than they once were. They’re still a little calloused from the garden work he enjoys doing, but he no longer handles weapons and you buy him sandalwood-scented hand cream instead.

They feel so good as they slide down your shoulder blades, brushing the notches of your spine, soothing circles pressed into your skin with his thumb. You sigh, relaxing into him. The feel of the palm flat against the small of your back – where the ache is the most pronounced – makes you relax even further into him, toes curling, a sigh escaping your mouth of relief.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” He asks you, his voice measured. Your eyes flicker open from where they’ve closed in comfort.

“W-what’s wrong?” You ask him, nervously, and Risotto makes an ‘mm’ noise in the back of his throat. His hands do not stop the massage as he goes.

“You’ve been out of it for days,” he tells you.

(He’s right. You’ve been out of it since Monday, and it’s now Thursday; Monday is the day you’d woken up with your stomach heaving, remembered how long it had been since your last period, and bought a pregnancy test on your way to work. You’ve done three more since then, and all of them have showed the exact same result.)

“Have I?”

His hands move to your shoulders, gently twisting you around.

“You have,” he says, his red-and-dark eyes fixed firmly on you. “If there’s something wrong, I’d like to fix it.”

“It’s nothing you’ve done!” You say, all in a rush, but Risotto has successfully caught you nonetheless; his eyes narrow.

“So it is something?”

Heat rushes to your face. You forget, sometimes, because he cooks dinner and does the gardening and goes to his pottery class, that he was a battle-hardened mafia assassin who has done more interrogations than you will probably ever know (you never bring up his former employ unless he brings it up first). He’s an expert at gently needling the truth out of people.

“It’s not something that’s wrong,” you say, weakly, but his eyes are still pinning you in place.

“Tell me,” is all he says.

You think, in the back of your head, you’d had some kind of grand plans to reveal your secret – maybe involving balloons, and a cake, and a little party hat perched on top of Risotto’s silvery pale hair. You think you wanted to make a big deal out of it; one more reminder that the world he left behind is well and truly in his past now. But now you’re on the bed with him and he’s looking at you so tenderly in a soft grey shirt for sleeping and a pair of loose boxer shorts, all ruffled and sleepy and domestic . . . Now feels like a good time too.

“I’m pregnant,” you tell him.

You swear that you could hear a pin drop.

He blinks at you, as if he can’t properly process the statement.

“You’re—”

“We’re having a baby.”

“Oh my God.” His voice is very small. He reaches out, hesitantly, eyes wide – big hand hovering over your stomach. “Can I . . .?”

“Yes,” you say, breathless as his hand rests on it. It’s not curving, yet; the fancy test you’d bought today and done in the bathroom at work had said it thought you were well past three weeks, but that’s still early days. Your eyes stare down at Risotto’s scarred, huge fingers – so careful with you, despite what he’s had to do to survive.

“I can’t believe it,” he tells you, and your throat feels tight.

“Me neither,” you admit. “But . . . I’m happy.”

He meets your eyes. There are tears brimming in his – you have never seen Risotto Nero cry. You’ve seen him sad, of course (a sad downturn to his mouth when a dog dies in a movie, or when the rosebush he’d been carefully cultivating had failed to achieve a single bloom) – but there’s an actual tear rolling down his cheek, sparkling in the bedroom light.

“Me too,” he says, and it seems entirely natural. Entirely true. Your heart aches with how much you love him.

You two don’t say anything for a few minutes, content to just look at each other, the warm knowledge of what you’re sharing making the air seem hazy and unreal.

You think about the pitter patter of little feet. The spare room you can turn into a nursery. Going to pre-natal classes with Risotto, choosing baby clothes, seeing him out and about pushing a fancy perambulator (you’ve always wanted one of those tacky, over the top ones that look like a Victorian nanny’s contraption, and you know that Risotto will agree to it--).

You think about him in the delivery room, your nails making crescent moon cuts in his palm. You think about his encouraging tone; you think about the hand-grown flowers he’ll no doubt bring you.

You imagine him cradling a little bundle of joy; tiny in his huge arms. His lips leaving gentle kisses on tiny foreheads. Him reading to your baby, him tending to scrapes, him and you and your child and the life that neither of you ever thought you’d get to live together.

His face is shining, fully transformed. He sees you looking at him with droplets shimmering in your tear ducts and he wipes them away with one big, warm thumb.

“I know,” he says. “It’s not just for me. It’s for all of them, too.”

“Yes,” you say to him. Your voice breaks, pitches, as you manage to get out: “I’m so happy we get to spend the rest of our lives together.”

He looks at you, so tender you feel like you’ll come apart under his gaze.

This moment is going to shimmer in your memory forever, you think. You’re glad that this was how the reveal went. This is much more like the two of you than any fancy reveal or ribbon or cake (you might still get a cake, anyway – Risotto has a sweet tooth).

“I love you,” he says, like warmth that wraps about your heart. And then; “What about naming it Formaggio?”

There’s a beat. You stare at him.

Both of your mouths stretch into a smile, a soft huff of laughter escaping his lips that makes you feel like you’re listening to a symphony.

“Maybe we should workshop names a bit more,” you tell him.

He agrees.

[xoxo-teddybear]

These Hands that Hold Me - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, small angst, cursing

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Request: Could you write a Bakugou x FemReader fluff based on the idea that Bakugou has sweaty hands (because of his quirk) and is really self conscious about it because people have brought it up in the past. But the reader really wants to hold hands with him on the way home from U.A.

His hands. In his mind, they were the greatest thing about him. His hands are the ones that allow him to keep his loved ones safe. His hands are the ones that allow him to reach out to grab his favorite things. His hands allow him to push away idiots and move forward. His hands are also the source of his quirk, one of the things he’s most proud of. They also allow him to hold onto you, his girlfriend and teddy bear, and keep you protected.

However they are what makes him insecure. Usually, Katsuki couldn’t care less about what people thought of him. But this was different. This was you. He wanted to impress you so bad. You had only been dating for 2 months, but you both had been close friends early on before, so you thought Katsuki had opened up to you about everything already, but this was one thing that has yet to be said.

As your relationship grew, you of course got clingier. Who wouldn’t want to be completely loved and secure in the arms of their loving boyfriend. Good thing for Katsuki, since you only started dating, you were ok with just holding onto his hand. But that was the problem, he always avoided doing it.

—

It was a beautiful day and you and Katsuki had just finished all your classes. You both had no scheduled training today so you decided a movie night back in his dorms would be the go to. As you walked side by side, you wanted to get closer to him, so like any girlfriend would, you reached out to hold onto his hand. You were subtle about it though. You glided your hand across his and gave gentle nudges as you moved closer next to him. This made Katsuki stiffen and he started to walk faster ahead of you.

“C’mon dumbass, we gotta get there quicker. Keep up.” He said without looking back at you.

You sighed before an idea came to mind.

“You know~ I could keep up with you if I just held onto your hand. It would keep me in the same pace as you Suki!” As you subtly reached for his hand, he saw and put it in his pocket.

“If you need to depend on someone else just to keep up the pace on a walk, then you gotta work a little harder on your stamina, princess.” He said while walking.

“Right...of course. My bad.” You said as you looked down and walked with your own hands interlocked behind your back. Bakugou saw this and couldn’t help but feel bad, but this was too embarrassing. His hands were so sweaty due to his quirk, what if you did it once and never wanted to again. He would love to hold your hand, but if there was a possibility of you never wanting to be in his grasps, that would wreck him.

So you both continued your walk to the dorms, but once you made it in and he started walking to his room, he noticed you weren’t following.

“Hey, Princess? Where you going? Dorm’s this way.” He said while pointing to his room’s direction.

“Umm, yeah Suki, I’m not feeling the greatest, so I’m just gonna head back to my room.” You said with a soft look on your face.

“Oh. Well, I could go with you and help take care of you if you aren’t feeling the bes-“ you cut him off before he could continue.

“No! Uh..no thank you, Katsuki. I’ll be fine, I just..gotta go. Uhm..yea,” you said the last sentence while giving him a peck to the cheek and walking off.

Katsuki only watched you go in sadness and when you were out of sight, he went to his own dorm and flopped on his bed.

“UGHHHH you idiot...just let her, hold your, hand!” He said while banging his head into the mattress. He’s not dumb, he knows you’re not sick or anything. You were upset because he wouldn’t even give you the slightest touch, but he still wanted to spend time with you. He texted you and asked if you were feeling ok to which you just replied with “👍.”

He only sighed at the message and decided he should sleep this off, but during his dream...things happened.

Katsuki walked up to you but you only laughed as he tried to reach out to you. You made fun of him and walked away saying you guys were done. His world was collapsing and you were disappearing. Katsuki fell into a dark world as he heard your voice say such negative things.

“We’re done Bakugou!”

“I hate you.”

“You always neglected me!”

“I DONT LOVE YOU!”

On that last shriek, Katsuki tossed and turned before waking up in a cold sweat. He tried to catch his breath as he came to the realization.

“Just a nightmare, Katsuki. She still loves you.” Bakugou panted out. He lied back down in bed and thought about it.

‘She loves you....and she won’t judge you for whatever. So in the morning, make it up to her.’ He thought to himself.

“Make it up to Teddy Bear.” He said as he closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.

—

In the morning, Katsuki got ready and ran out of his room looking for you. It was a school day and the class was about to have breakfast. He saw you standing with Mina and Jirou and quickly ran up to you and grabbed your hand.

“You’re coming with me.” He said and ran off with you, hand in hand.

“Wait where are we go- WOAH!” You said before he dashed through the hallways and dragged you back into the direction of your room.

As you looked down, you saw your hands intertwined. It made you blush as you ran but you smiled nonetheless. As you made it into your room, he locked the door and you finally questioned him.

“Suki? What’s going on?” You said as you fixed your now winded hair.

“Get dressed teddy bear, we’re having the whole day to ourselves.” Bakugou said with a smile.

“Huh? Suki I know you’re not dumb, but you do know we have school right?” You said as you looked at him with suspicion.

“Y/N, we’re perfect students. We can miss one day of class. We’ll be fine, I promise.” He said, but you still gave him a look with an unsure face. So he went up to you, grabbed your hands, and kissed your knuckles.

“We’ll be fine, Teddy Bear.” He said with a soft smile as he stared you in the eyes.

“....Ok then.” You said smiling back. You pecked his lips and got ready. Once you both were set, you walked out the dormitory and headed towards wherever.

“Hey Suki, where’re we going?” You asked him as you once again walked hand in hand. It was obvious he had a clear blush on his face and was a little nervous, but he still walked on with confidence.

“Well, I was thinking maybe your favorite ice cream parlor, walk around the outlet and shop or maybe just do that thing that you girls do and say “this is cute” to everything,” he snickered, “and then I was thinking a little lunch and end it off with a date at the park at sunset.”

“Sounds amazing.” You said with serenity.

“With you, always.” He said while looking at you.

So now you and Bakugou have been having your little day together. Running around the city, getting your favorite ice cream, a little shopping and some more food. He even brought you to see the puppies in the pet shop. That was your favorite part of your day, until this happened.

As you and Bakugou walked down the street hand in hand, you guys held small talk and laughed.

“So..I’m allowed to hold your hand now, I see.” You said while teasing the blushing boy. He only looked away and squeezed your palm tighter as he spoke.

“Dumbass, I would’ve let you if I-“ but he was cut off by an officer.

“Hey! You two! You look like students. Shouldnt you be in school?” One of the two officers said.

“Uhhh...” you and Bakugou froze up as you made eye contact with each other.

“Heyyy...wait a minute. You’re Katsuki Bakugou and Y/N L/N. You guys are top students at UA! And you’re skipping?!” The other officer said.

As you and Bakugou began to babble over your words, the officer who first spoke up cut you off and said..

“Sorry kids, but you’re coming with us.” He said as he reached out to grab you guys, but before he could Bakugou grabbed onto your hand again and ran off.

“Sorry! But you guys are NOT messing up my date!” He said as he ran with you. He took a bunch of twists and turns as the officers chased you both, until he came up with a plan. Running down a dark alleyway, he took a breath, and looked at you.

“Hold onto me, Teddy Bear.” He said with a smirk.

“Suki! What are we doing!?” You said with shock.

“We’re going to our final stop Princess, so just trust me.” He said as he pulled you in. You hesitantly agreed before you wrapped your arms around his neck. With that, he blasted off into the sky, but not before screaming at the cops once more.

“Later!”

The view from the sky was gorgeous, especially as the pink sky and setting sun settled in. This truly was an amazing day. As Bakugou kept on flying throughout the air, you saw a park come into view. As he landed, he brought you to a hill where a picnic blanket with all your favorite sweets and desserts were settled. The blanket was also covered with candles and roses, with the shade of a beautiful cherry blossom tree offering a chill spot in the hot weather. It was beautiful.

“Suki? What is all this?” You asked in awe.

“The perfect way to end our date. Cmon.” He said as he pulled you towards the blanket. You both shared sweets, told stories, laughed, and cuddled up. Bakugou sat up against the tree with you in between his legs. You both relaxed in each other’s touch and watched the sun.

“Hey...can I ask you something?” You asked while your head leaned on his shoulder. Bakugou knew what was coming, guess there was no avoiding it now.

“Shoot.” He said, accepting your question.

“It’s not that serious but why was I never allowed to hold your hand before. Like...it kinda made me feel outta place. Made me feel like you didn’t want people to know it was me that you were with.” You explained.

“Princess..I never wanted you to feel that way,” he began as he nudged his head into your neck to comfort you and him. “Of course I want people to know I’m with you, I want the whole world to know that I have the best girlfriend there is, and I don’t want anyone but you.” He explained.

“Guess I’m just kinda insecure.” He said shyly.

“Of what, Suki? You’re amazing, and not to sound ignorant, but there’s so many amazing things about you, it’s hard to see you being insecure about anything.” You replied.

“My hands. They may be the source of my power and they may allow me to do great things like pull you in for hugs,” he said while cuddling into you even more which had you both giggling a little, “but they’re also a big mess. My quirk comes off of the sweat of my palms, I can only imagine how weird it must feel whenever I hold your hand so I tried to avoid it for the longest time. I just didn’t want to push you away Teddy Bear.” He said said a little sadly.

As you stared at him in concern after his little confession, you saw how nervous he looked. It must’ve taken a lot for him to open up that much about an insecurity like that. So to relive him if his worries, you grabbed onto his hands and gave them kisses. You turned to him and peppered his face with kisses too.

“I love everything about you Suki. It’s hard to see any flaws when it comes to you. Whether it be your hands or your big mouth,” you teased, “I love it all. I love you.” You ended with.

Bakugou only looked at you in nothing but love and adoration. He really did have the best girlfriend in the world.

“And I love you Y/N.” He said with a small smile. You both leaned in to share a heart felt kiss that shared both the emotions you were feeling. All the love, relief, and admiration to one another was transferred through a warm kiss. When you both separated from the kiss, you leaned into his chest again and cuddled up once more. As his entire body holds you in his arms, you couldn’t help but fall in love even more or feel even safer than ever before. All this love and feeling.

“All the love in the world in these hands that hold me.” You softly mumbled under your breath to yourself with a smile. You thought it was quiet enough for just you to hear, but Bakugou heard. And he couldn’t help but fall in love with you even more.

A/N: NOT SPELLCHECKED AGAIN, I’m sorry but I’m hope this request was to your liking. Please enjoy and stay tuned for the upcoming series. Just one more request and we’re good to go! 💗🧸

[chasingpj]

𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

pairing: leo valdez x gn reader

summary: five ways he says i love you through his actions

warnings: implied nudity and s*x, discusses food and eating and nothing else, i think. oh, and maybe some typos

category: headcanons

love letters/notes

leo is a busy boy

he's always picking up new projects so he can spend all day in his workshop or the forges with his siblings

when you guys live together, he leaves small notes on the refrigerator for you

they're always short, saying simple things like "i love you" and "i miss you already"

for the love letters, he'll leave them in random places for you to find

if you're a big reader, i can see him hiding it between the pages of your book

one day, you pick up your book to read, and the note falls on your lap

it's a love letter written on a piece of blueprint paper; there’s a little bit of oil smudged on the side of it

he got distracted while he was working on something because you were the only thing he could think about

his love letters never fail to make your heart flutter

sometimes they make you cry

he's quite sentimental

leo always tells you he does better writing down his feelings than he is saying it out loud because he can organize his thoughts better

you know that leo has a hard time with that because of how he grew up

when you guys have an argument, which isn't very often, he writes his feelings down on paper

he's always quick to apologize if he did something wrong, and the notes help him form the apology that you deserve, and you're quick to forgive him

once, you were super angry after an argument, so you locked yourself in your shared bedroom

you needed to calm yourself down

the both of you much too angry and stubborn to make a compromise

as your recollecting yourself, 40 minutes in, a folded piece of paper slips from under the door

the letter has teardrop stains, and the ink is slightly smudged

on the paper, it's all his thoughts written out in the best way he can explain them

after reading what he wrote, you quickly deemed that whatever you were fighting about was silly, and you guys made up

you love his spontaneous notes so much that you do them back

you guys have a game of who can find the most creative hiding spot for your notes

one time you found one tapped to the inside of the toilet cover

you found it hilarious

you throw folded post-its with messages in his tool belt

he finds them during the day while he's working on something

after you joined in on the fun, he scatters notes in random places, and every few days, you find a new message hidden somewhere randomly

they're just so sweet; there’s never a time where they don't make you smile

gifts

this is a given

it's not a leo headcanon if gift-giving isn't included

he would make you things like roses from scrap metal to literal furniture

if you have a lot of jewelry, he will make you a cute jewelry box

if you're a big book reader, he'll make you bookcases to support your book collection

he's always giving you little trinkets that he made with leftover materials from projects

he loves making things for you and gets upset when you decide to buy something from ikea instead of asking him

"babe, why would you buy that? I could have just made it for you!"

when he's on his way from returning on his quest, sometimes he'll find something that reminds him of you in a store, and he'll buy it

when he has the money for it, he'd buy you a star :(

says that he spent even more money to buy an extra bright star

because "you're the sun in my universe"

brb gonna cry

also, he'd gift you a bond bracelet

you know, those bracelets where every time you tap on it, it makes the other person's bracelet vibrate

the both of you get anxious when one of you goes on quests, so the bracelets bring the other person who's at home comfort

because when you tap back, at least he knows you're alive and vice versa

one of the best gifts you've ever received from him was your engagement ring

he made it himself

he took so much care and effort into making it

imagine leo forging your wedding ring himself??? i'm in spain with no s

he was so nervous that you wouldn't like the style, so he had piper casually bring it up to you

piper was so nonchalant about it that you didn't even think twice about the question

the ring has the prettiest gemstone or diamond (whatever you prefer)

you cried so hard when he told you he made it himself that you couldn't even say yes to his proposal clearly

he makes both of your wedding bands too

he carves a saying that's dear to the both of you on the inside

this is nothing to do with anything but imagine when you guys have kids, he makes animals out of pipe cleaners for them i'm gonna cry, brb pt 2

overall, whether he makes the present himself or not, he puts a lot of effort and care into it

every gift has a meaning and a place dear to your heart

cooking for you

leo is canoningly a good cook

he loves cooking for you

and you love eating what he makes

he's usually busy on the weekdays, so he cooks on the weekends

you guys always joke that he'd be the cutest househusband

you got him an apron for Christmas as a joke gift one year, and he wears it all the time

there's something so charming about him wearing an apron with a funny saying like "Mr. Good Lookin is Cookin" or with like a ripped out shirtless guy in front of it

you giggle every time you see him wearing it

oh, no matter how many times you've seen it, it's still so bizarre when he takes out hot trays from the oven with his BARE hands

everything he makes tastes amazing

he makes all kinds of food and is always trying something new

if you tell him what you’re craving, he’ll cook it for you

once he woke you up to ask if you wanted ribs… it was 3 am but like, of course, you wanted some

unless you're vegetarian or vegan, sorry, HAHA

often though, he does make Mexican food

it reminds him of when his mom was alive

he always has some story to share

every time he makes caldo de pollo (chicken soup), he always talks about how his mother would make it in the summer and that when he was little, he would always complain about eating hot soup in hot weather

you know he doesn't notice his constant telling of this story, but you don't mind

it's so bittersweet when he talks about his mom

through the cooking of his traditional food, you feel closer to him and his late mother

the memories he shares with you makes your eyes sting with tears

especially when leo says how much he wishes that esperanza could have met you

sorry, that was a little emo

also, leo usually wakes up earlier than you

he knows you're a sleepyhead, so he'll cook breakfast for you

so that when you're running around in the morning trying to get dressed and your things together

you never leave the house hungry because there's always a tupperware filled with breakfast, and if he has enough time, he'll fix you something to take for lunch too

if you come home late from work or school, he'll make dinner even if he's tired to surprise you

so many times you've come home from a shitty day at work or school, and the small table where you guys eat your meals is all set up with your favorite food

leo greets you by peeking his head into the hallway from the kitchen, tossed curls, cheerful brown eyes, and a bright grin

"I hope you're hungry," he says, despite knowing that you are hungry

and then you guys talk and laugh together over a delicious meal

compliments

leo's really observant

he notices when you’re in a bad mood, even if you try not to show it

he also notices when you change little things about your appearance

if you get a haircut or you get your nails done, he'll comment on it right away

especially outfits

if you buy something new, he'll complement it

imagine standing in front of the mirror, looking at yourself in your new outfit

leo comes behind you, his hands coming around your waist

he'll pepper kisses on your neck, a soft hum leaving his lips as he meets your eyes in the mirror

"is this new, mi amor?" he asks, hands running up your sides

once you affirm that it is a new dress or shirt, he'll smile and tell you how beautiful you look in it

maybe says he'd rather see it off of you wink wink

there's never a day where he doesn't compliment you

he thinks you're the prettiest person in the world

you've caught him staring at you lovingly plenty of times

he's just asking himself how did he manage to get someone as beautiful and amazing as you

you always squirm under his gaze and playfully ask what is he looking at

"you're so pretty, mi amor. I can't help it."

AHHH!!!!

alongside the endearment of mi amor, he'd always call you bonita and hermosa

you're so sweet to him, and he can't help but tell you how much you mean to him every chance he gets

surprises

leo is an acts of service kind of guy

i think he'll spontaneously do things to make you happy

if you've been busy studying for finals or just beat up from a day at work

he'll draw you a bath

or he'll cut up some fruit for you and leave it at your desk

he randomly buys you flowers

he never needs an occasion to buy your flowers

it'll be a regular tuesday, leo just happened to walk past a store with flowers displayed in the front, and he thought about how bright your smile would be if he showed up with a bouquet

I feel like he's pretty introverted, enjoys being at home with you

the both of you are pretty broke for a while, so a lot of dates were at home

leo made the most of it

you guys will have nice dinners at home

he'll set the table nicely, set the mood with candles

he'll redecorate the space so well you feel like you're at an actual restaurant

and of course, his food is amazing

breakfast in bed is another thing he'd do for you unsolicited

especially if you guys had a looong night wink wink

you're woken up by his still groggy voice, fluttering kisses on your cheeks

you open your eyes to see he's set a tray with your favorite breakfast on top of the bed

the two of you will eat breakfast together, which usually leads to you staying in bed for the rest of the day

just enjoying the warm cocoon your sheets create around the both of you

overall, he's super observant and caring, and he goes the extra mile to make sure you're happy because he knows you do the same

anyways, does anyone know where I can get a leo?

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[folkloreguk]

Still The Louvre (m)

A/N: Someone requested this and I hope you like it! This happens when you have Lorde’s Melodrama on repeat whilst writing…thanks for inspiring me queen (although I’m not sure why breakup songs made me write this lol) Also Merry early Christmas to those who celebrate!! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fluff, smut, car sex, childhood friends to lovers, a tiny bit of angst but only for 0.5 minutes maybe, I hope this heals someone who’s given up on finding love, you all deserve someone who sees the best in you!!!

words: ~ 3.9 k

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“We’re just friends. Guys and girls can be friends! We’ve always been best friends, ever since we were seven. Nothing more.” That’s what you used to say. Now look who was the clown in those conversations all along. You guessed correctly - it was you. Because on your sixteenth birthday, he showed up in his black tee and baseball jacket, with your favorite candy and a heart-shaped necklace. Little did he know, if you could, you would have carved his initials into it, right there and then. Because it was that day, you understood one thing. You were head over heels in love with your best friend.

You would have been the perfect high school sweethearts – had it not been for the three different girls he had dated instead of you. He always had all their hearts, the only thing he needed to do was pick. And who could blame the other girls? He was all you could ever ask for, so there was no point in being bitter about their adoration for him.

Multiple times, you had tried to convince yourself you were over him. Like when you went out with one of the popular guys, only to realize three dates in that he was the possibly most boring person you had ever encountered. Or like that one time you agreed to go to prom with the class clown. He almost made you spit out your drink of laughter all night long, but when he tried to stick his tongue down your throat at the end of it all, you changed your mind. Your most successful boyfriend stayed for a full six months, before leaving you. He had been jealous of your relationship with your best friend. And you couldn’t even resent it. Your then-boyfriend had been in second place all along, and you should have never even dated him.

Long story short, whenever you looked at boys, you compared them to your best friend. And your best friend was an invincible competitor. It was safe to say, your teenage years weren’t what the films made them out to be. Except if there was a movie about a girl who cried so much about her best friend who she loved, she almost thought there was something seriously wrong with her. Some days the pain was so heavy, you’d get mad at him for no reason. Then you’d have to tell him lies that wouldn’t worry him and move on. Who could you tell? Your best friend was the one supposed to help you through boy trouble, wasn’t he? Yeah, that wasn’t going to work for you.

But that was the past. Lately, life was better. You couldn’t pinpoint when you first noticed the way he looked at you. Was it when he told you he felt like no boy in the world would be good enough for you, so maybe he should date you instead? It sounded like a joke, but his eyes said differently. Or was it when he asked you to sleep in his bed instead on his spare mattress at one of your sleepovers you’d had since you were eleven? He held you without words being shared, and neither of you addressed it in the morning. Maybe you both knew what it meant, either way. The mere thought of him liking you back was almost unbelievable for you. But after last night, you had no doubt. You had been in the elevator in the cinema with him. It was only ten seconds, and before you could have kissed his face that was inches from yours, the doors had opened. But he had chuckled and grinned at you for thrice the time afterwards. As if you had a new inside joke now.

It seemed you both knew what you wanted. But were you willing to take your friendship to that level?

Today, you were sure you were willing. Your heart almost ached in desire for him when you saw him standing with your shared friends. There, on the beach in the dark of night, with a bonfire drawing the warmest orange glow on his skin, you thought he had never looked more handsome. It was a small get-together between old school friends you both hadn’t seen in a while. And you should have been all over them, asking them about their lives and how they’ve been. Instead you only had eyes for the person you saw every day of your life. You swore you’d never get enough of his sweet smile and eyes so trustworthy you wanted to put all your deepest secrets right into his hands. His chest was heaving from laughter as he pat his friend’s shoulder in agreement. Oh, how dearly you wanted that hand to slip into your very own.

It was a warm night, you had been eating marshmallows, sharing genuine laughter and looking up at the stars and the full moon. Only one thing could have made your experience better, or one person, rather. You silently cursed yourself, because the night was coming to an end – some people had already left – and you still hadn’t made your move on him like you had planned it. But then your song played from the speaker. The very song you two always played in your car whenever you drove somewhere together. Every small beat reminded you of him and the lyrics were carved into your heart, it seemed.

When he noticed, his eyes shot up and met yours. They crinkled up into a smile that you returned. Finally, he made his way over to you and automatically your arms opened for him. Like coming home, he melted into your figure, arms mellow around your body. Quietly, he sang along into your ear, like every little word was meant just for you. You only pulled away slightly, so you could look at each other’s faces. You could’ve cried, realizing the time you had waited for him had been worth it after all. He was giving you a look you had thought would be forever reserved for other girls – but never for you. The starry sky above you wouldn’t stand a chance compared to his dreamy eyes and the fresh ocean air could easily be forgotten, if it meant to be in his arms and breathe in his familiar scent. If you leaned forward only a little, you could kiss him.

“Guys, we’re headed off,” a voice interrupted you.

“We should get going too, don’t you think?” he said. Almost mechanically, you nodded. You reminded yourself that you would still be in the car with him for twenty minutes until you’d arrive at home. And he’d stay at your place. You had him all night long. As you walked to your car, his hand brushed against yours softly, and you weren’t sure if it was just an accident, at first. But he was smiling as if he knew everything when you looked over at him and there you had your answer. The moment he had sat down in the passenger seat of your car, he was digging around for a CD to play. He settled for a playlist he had made for you in spring.

There was so much to be said and simultaneously silence had never felt more comfortable while you drove. You were going south along the high cliffs to your right. It was truly the most beautiful part of your hometown.

“I hate driving here,” you said.

“You don’t like driving along the cliffs? Too dangerous?” he asked.

“No. It’s too beautiful here to just look straight ahead at the road,” you said. He chuckled.

“We can stop at the tourist spot if you want to look at the sea,” he suggested. You smiled because he knew you so well. The ‘tourist spot’ really was a small parking spot right by the road, with space for about ten cars. You could already see it ahead of you. On sunny days lots of people driving down the coast liked to stop there for a rest and to take photos. Now, it was completely empty, of course. You parked at the spot closest to the cliff, so you could look down at the sea without having to get out of your car.

The slow playlist he had made for you was still playing when you switched off the engine. You knew right then and there, no matter where the night went, you’d remember this moment forever. The glow of the full moon was sparkling on the wild billows beneath you. Your eyes fixed on the horizon for a moment, as if you could have seen the closest island if only you paid enough attention. But it was only a wild vastness seemingly without end. Momentarily, you thought you spotted something in the water. Whales? But when you looked closer, there was nothing but the white and dark blue colors of the tempestuous waves.

“It’s gorgeous,” you spoke into the silence, your chin resting on your forearms on the steering wheel. You waited for his response. When it didn’t come, you turned to look his way. He was already looking at you. If cupid was real, he had just fired another arrow at your heart. Never could you have guessed how your best friend’s foolish grin could have made your heart skip a beat like this. Without another thought entering your head, you bent over to him. He knew what it meant when you mirrored his smile.

And then, you closed your eyes. You could admit it now - every time you had blown out your birthday candles, this was all you had ever wished for. His lips fit so perfectly onto yours. After the amount of times you had imagined it, really kissing him still was so much better than it had ever felt in your wildest dreams. His hands tangled in your hair and you almost couldn’t breathe. But then again, you didn’t need to. Right then, you didn’t need anything but him. For the first time, you touched the back of his neck in the way you had always wanted to – to pull his mouth closer to yours.

When you pulled away, everything in you screamed ‘Do it again! Now!’. It was as if your mind was worried that he would slip right through your fingertips if you didn’t hold him close to you for the rest of your life. Too many times you had thought that maybe you could have him, only to be let down because your hopes were too high.

“When did you first want to do this?” you asked, because you needed to know.

“About four months ago, probably. What about you?” he said. His hand was still on yours, as if to say “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere”.

“Ever since I was sixteen,” you said. You could have lied, but what was the use? You loved him too much to ever deceive him. His eyes widened. His hurt was yours, and so you understood the way your words must had pierced through his heart. Now he knew. You could practically read it in his eyes, how he realized the pain, the jealousy and disappointment he had caused, for years, without ever intending to do so. And although you should have wanted him to understand your hurt, the guilt and pain in his look was unbearable.

“It’s not your fau-“ you started.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N,” he interrupted you. “I’m so sorry – god I’m such an ignorant asshole.”

“No!” you said, taking his hand in both of yours. “You are my best friend, and you have caused me endless hours of happiness. I would have taken any sadness if it meant I could be your best friend forever.”

His eyes were watering and your heart felt like someone had gripped and twisted it in their bare hands.

“I was dating people and you had to sit and watch,” he said in disbelief.

“It meant to see you happy,” you said. “Hating you or those girls wouldn’t have changed your feelings for me. Because we don’t choose what we feel and for whom we feel things.”

“I love you,” he let out. “I’m so in love with you and I’ll make it up to you for the rest of my life, I swear.”

His words hit you like a torrent and you didn’t even care about the years of hurt anymore.

“There’s nothing you need to make up to me. I just need you to be here with me. Let me love you the way I’ve secretly loved you all this time,” you said. You touched foreheads until your breaths mixed.

“I’m yours – all yours,” he said. “I’m sorry. It took so long for me to realize and you were here all along, waiting for me. I never wanted to hurt you. How can I apologize properly?”

“Just kiss me again, please,” you said, almost begged. “Kiss me and it’ll all go away.”

And so he did. You had never known how much emotion could be in a kiss. But then again, you had never felt this strongly for anyone else but him. You deepened the kiss, bending almost all the way over to his side of the car. His hands were touching your cheeks so gently, but they were coaxing you closer and closer. When his tongue stroked over your bottom lip, you sighed against his mouth.

“I want you,” you admitted. You thought about driving home, but you needed to be honest to yourself. Driving in this state of mind was probably not safe.

“Backseat?” he asked, lips barely leaving yours alone. Hastily, you nodded. He climbed back there first, then you followed. It was only ten seconds that you couldn’t hold him for, but you yearned for him more than ever when you finally sat down in his lap, facing him. Without hesitation, your hungry mouths attacked each other again. You swore, you could have sat there all night long, kissing and touching him, if there hadn’t been something you wanted even more.

Swiftly, you slid his shirt over his head. Of course, you had seen him shirtless before, but never like this. Never with his chest practically heaving against yours, never with your hands being able, being allowed to touch him. Your fingertips were shaky against his smooth skin and you must had looked at him as if he was carved directly from marble. So he put his fingers under your chin and you looked into his eyes. If his body was marble, his eyes were diamonds. Ever so gently, he kissed you again. For a while you sipped on each other’s lips, only pulling away for a moment so you could remove your own shirt. You had opted to not wear a bra that day, out of comfort but also laziness. All along you used to think that saying someone’s eyes darkened in lust was an exaggeration, but when you looked into his, you understood. It was true. The way he eyed you was beyond all your most daring dreams you had ever dreamt about him.

Your lips meddled messily as his hands ran down your body starting from your neck, to your breasts, squeezing them and playing with your nipples. He was careful not to tickle you, knowing from hundreds of childhood play fights where your weak spots were. Your back arched against his chest, wanting more than his careful touches. On impulse, your hips ground against his crotch. As if on cue, you both let out strained noises. By now, your breaths were heavy when you pulled away shortly. Dreamy eyed, he touched the pendant of the necklace between your collar bones.  

“I gave you that…,” he started.

“For my sixteenth birthday,” you finished his sentence. You caught a flash of regret in his gaze, but you weren’t going to let him feel that way. Not now. Like you had wanted to so many times, you bent to his neck and began peppering kisses on his skin.

“Can I give you a hickey?” you whispered, almost afraid you were still in a dream.

“Just one?” he asked, and even without looking at him you could hear the grin in his voice. After sharing him with so many girls for so long, it almost felt selfish. But you reminded yourself that he wanted you now, after all. He groaned when your teeth grazed his skin and you sucked purple marks onto his neck and shoulder. His restless hands touched all over your boobs and hips, down to your ass where they slid into the back pockets of your pants for a moment. Again, you pressed your crotch against his hips, yearning for any kind of friction. At the same time, your hand wandered along his chest to the hem of his pants. Without looking, you opened his belt and the zipper of his bottoms.

He hissed when you grabbed his clothed dick through his underwear and his fingers dug into your sides. A few times you pumped his already hard shaft through the material. Then he moaned your name and you had never heard anything more perfect. The mere sound of his breathy, husky voice turned you on so much more than you had ever imagined.

“Fuck me, please,” you spoke, kissing him deeply. He hummed a needy yes against your lips and nodded. You climbed off him so you could lie down on the seats. He wriggled out of his pants and then helped you out of your own. When he lay down between your thighs and you felt his weight on top of you, it seemed like he had always belonged right there. It had been a hauntingly long journey, but now that you knew the end of it, you accepted all the sleepless nights you had experienced.

“Hold on,” you said, finding your bag on the floor to reach for the condom inside. He hummed a thank you as he ripped the pack and rolled the rubber over his stiff member. His fingertips teased the inside of your thighs, while he pressed open mouthed kisses onto your neck. A drawn out moan of agreement left your lips and momentarily, your eyes shut in the bliss of anticipation.

“You look so beautiful in the moonlight,” he said. His fingers run through your folds, collecting the wetness. You couldn’t help but whimper at the contact, and maybe also slightly because his words made your heart swell in the most marvelous way possible. Through flattering eyelids, you watched his stupidly handsome features as he curled his fingertips against your clit. All of you wanted more, but you only managed to moan his name in pleasure.

“You ready?” he asked, and you weren’t sure if you brain had even processed the amount of rapture he was causing you – but of course you were. You had been for years.

“Yes,” you said. Just for a moment, he run the tip of his cock through your wet folds. When he finally entered you, you realized you had been holding your breath – now it came out in a relieved sigh. He groaned at the mere sensation of filling you up, and when you opened your eyes to look at him it almost made you dizzy in admiration. Gradually, he thrusted into you, hips fitting against yours like two puzzle pieces finally united.

As he picked up the pace, you moaned in surprise but more in agreement. You felt his hand on yours and linked your fingers. Other men had made you feel good before – but only now you realized how true those statements from women were, when they said that nothing was like sleeping with the one you were in love with. The mixture of pleasure and the way you mooned over his whole being was a lot to take in. But it would never be too much. He was perfect for you. When you threw your head back you spotted the full moon and the brightest stars in the sky, trying to outshine each other.

He hit a spot inside of you that made you arch your back off the seats. Tightly, you shut your eyes and squeezed his hand.

“Oh my- You feel so good,” you moaned. When you felt the tip of his nose brush against yours, you opened your eyes. They met his galaxy eyes, and his mouth was parted slightly. You could barely breathe at the way he looked at you. When would anyone else ever see you in this way? It didn’t matter, you only wanted him either way.

He reached for the back of your thigh, lifting your leg slightly. The different angle felt even better, making you whimper and grab the hair at the nape of his neck, desperate for somewhere to hold on to. He groaned when you pulled his hair a little, and you smirked. You could barely wait to find out all the other things he liked and wanted to do to you in the future. But for now, you weren’t in a rush. It had been a long time since you had felt so at peace and full of happiness. Time was nonexistent right then. All you knew were his soft lips on your jaw and the way his perfect cock was making you see a blur of stars in front of your eyelids.

“I’m gonna- come,” you whimpered.

“Hmm…me too,” he groaned. “Let go for me, baby.”

His hand came in contact with your clit, feverishly rubbing the sensitive nub. The nickname he had called you would have made your cheeks heat up, had they not already been that way from the intensity of your emotions. Your stomach tightened and you only wanted to pull him closer to you.

He reached his high shortly before you did. A few curses fell off his lips as you felt him twitch inside of you, hips moving in sharp thrusts. Even if you had wanted to look at him, it was impossible for you to keep your eyes open, as his fingers still worked their magic on you. His last thrusts were hard and short, but they sent you over the edge too. Just as he pulled out, you met your climax. It was like falling but knowing there was a pair of gentle arms right there to catch you, so you didn’t have to be scared. You moaned his name, and this time he was actually here to hear it. Your chest pressed against his, foreheads touching, your legs tightened around his waist from sensitivity. After slowing down, he removed his fingers from your center completely.

Together, you lay in silence trying to catch your breaths and clear your heads. You scooted over a little, so he could balance his body on his side next to you. Light as a feather, his fingers brushed over your lips, before he bent down and kissed you again. This time it was a long kiss, with less need but even more passion. For what felt like the hundredth time, you questioned reality. Almost as if to check if it really was him, you stroked over his cheek and gazed up at him. But he was right there. Your best friend. Now more than your best friend. Through the opened crack of the car window you made out the crashing waves that caressed the cliffs underneath you two. Mingled with your song playing from the car’s speakers, the mysterious noise seemed to pick you up and tell you “Look at what you’ve been through, only one last time, then put it behind you. You’re where you’re supposed to be, now.”

[ironhusband]

Bucky picks up the most beautiful bouquet he can find on the way home. 

It's their tradition for Shabbat. His father used to do it for his mother, bringing her flowers so they would have something nice when saying Kiddush and lighting the candles. In their tight little Jewish community, they would sale flowers just outside the synagogue... Bucky was barely ten before the tradition was brutally stopped by the synagogue being burned down. 

Bucky no longer honored Shabbat. It was hard to believe in Elohim after all that happened. Sometimes, he would feel guilty about not honoring his parents’ religion anymore. He wished he could carry on their traditions with faith. But he couldn’t. So, instead, he took on little habits like this, and used them to honor Sarah. 

Sarah always blushed whenever he presented her with the flowers. “They're beautiful, Bucky,” she would say. 

Bucky smiled, said “just like you, honey” and kissed her cheek. 

She would smile shyly, put them in a vase, and then clear her throat, “set the table for lunch, boys.” 

After Sarah’s boys would return home (Sarah liked to take off Saturday, taking advantage of Bucky running the business with her), they would eat lunch together, and Bucky and Sarah would listen as AJ and Cass would tell them all about their stories from school. Bucky always listened intently - they both knew that pretty soon the boys would be all grown up, and they’d better appreciate it while it lasted. Bucky liked their lunches - it was his favorite part of the week. And after eating together, they would solve puzzles together or-

Bucky’s phone beeped. This wasn't a normal part of their Saturday.

Bucky groaned, knowing exactly who it was. 

“Your brother in law is annoying,” Sarah pointed out, glaring at the phone. 

“Oh, so now he’s my brother?” Bucky teased before rising from the table and answering the phone. “What, Sam?” he asked, annoyed.

As soon as Bucky answered the phone, he heard gunshots on the other line. He had to put the phone further away from his ear and leave the room, not wanting the boys to hear their uncle in danger. 

“Can you drive?” Sam asked on the other line, almost yelling at him. 

Bucky paused, not expecting that question. “What?” 

“I asked; can you drive?” 

“Why do you need to- yes, I can drive, I took my driving test two years ago. Why?” 

“Me and Sharon are in a little bit of a tight spot here and we could uh... we could use your help.” 

Bucky narrowed his eyes, and then realized Sam couldn’t see him. “You want me to pick you up from a fight and drive you?” 

Sam paused for a moment, as if realizing how insane he sounded. “...Yes.” 

Bucky sighed, giving up on his plans with his family. He didn't know why Sam kept dragging him into this. Maybe it was because he knew he would never deny him help. “Text me your location.” 

~~~

Sam pulled Sharon into the back of the SUV, and bullets flew in right after them. They all ducked just in time. “Go, go, go!” Sam yelled. 

“This a new car!” Bucky screamed as he drove off with a loud screech. 

People in motorcycles kept chasing after them, bullets grazing the side of the vehicle. Great, Bucky thought, we can't afford to fix it up. 

“So, Sam, besides having me pick you up, what's your plan here?!” 

As Bucky glanced at Sam’s expression through the mirror, he noticed him frowning, “uh, turn a left.” 

Bucky did as asked. 

“Now a right. Now another left.” 

“Turn right,” Sharon said, grunting with pain. 

“Uh, no, he should totally turn another left.” 

“The alley isn't that way, don’t you remember-” 

“GUYS, NOT THE TIME.” 

Bucky had made all the turns needed to reach the alley, losing the people on the motorcycles - and he only had bullet holes, overheated tires and a large scratch on the front of his car to show for it. Fantastic. 

“I think we lost them,” Bucky noted, carefully exiting the alley to turn back to the road, “where to next?” 

“The hospital,” Sam said, tone insistent. 

Sharon groaned, “Sam-” 

“Hospital it is,” Bucky announced. 

“We need to get to the safe house!” Sharon protested.

“You need medical care!” Sam shot back.

“I’m fine,” Sharon dismissed. 

“You’re bleeding from a bullet wound.” 

She huffed, “I’ve had worse.”

When Bucky glanced at their heated argument in the rearview mirror, Sharon’s legs propped up on Sam’s legs, he noticed the determined look on Sam’s face. “That is exactly what I’d like to change,” Sam said, earnestness in his voice making the statement almost too touching, even without the look in Sam’s eyes. 

Sharon softened, eyes scanning Sam’s gaze. She held her breath as she looked at him. 

Bucky had to look away; the moment felt too intimate to look at. 

He cleared his throat, “nearest hospital is ten minutes away.” 

Sharon relented, letting her head fall onto the door, “fine.”

Sam smiled triumphantly. 

~~~

The hospital didn’t ask questions about the bullet wound when Captain America walked through their doors. They rushed Sharon to the emergency room, where the bullet would be removed and Sharon would be stitched up. “She would be completely fine,” the doctors assured Sam. Bucky noticed that the tension in Sams’ shoulders eased at that. 

All they could do now was wait. 

“You owe me a new car,” Bucky muttered. 

Sam snorted, “sure, man. I’ll even get you one that is more suburban dad.” 

Bucky’s head whipped towards his brother in law, annoyed at the comment. “Sarah and I saved up for that car, Sam.” 

“I’m sure you did,” Sam nodded, serious, but eyes mischievous, “you’re a very picture perfect family, you know that? Man, you’re so old fashioned, I bet you still open up the door for her.” 

Bucky bit his tongue, stopping the snarky reply he had prepared. “Yeah, Sam,” he said instead, “we are. We are a perfect family. And I’d like to keep it that way. And... you know I’ll always answer when you call, but I promised Sarah... You know, I promised Sarah... I can’t make her a widow again.” Sarah also made Bucky promise that he’d always protect Sam, but it was difficult to do both.

Sam winced, pained expression on his face, probably thinking about the first time his sister lost her husband. “Yeah... yeah, I know...” Sam sighed, tipped his head back towards the wall, closing his eyes, “I’m sorry, Buck, I really am. I want Sarah to be happy, and I’m glad you’re making her happy. I promise myself every time that I won’t call you... but then... and then...” 

“Sharon gets hurt?” Bucky guessed. 

Sam looked away, “this time that was the reason. But you know. It varies.” 

“Sure,” Bucky said, trying to hide his smile, “when will you just tell her you like her?” 

Sam looked at him, shocked, “I don’t like Sharon!” 

Bucky chuckled, “sure, Sam.”

“I don’t!” 

Bucky shrugged, as if not caring. 

Sam hesitated for a moment, before sighing, “is it that obvious?” 

“As obvious as the fact she clearly likes you back.” 

Sam gave him a small smile, “you think so?” 

“Definitely,” Bucky nodded, “so if you both like each other... why don’t you just... get together?” 

Sam bit his lip, thinking, “it’s different for us. We can't have what you and Sarah have.” 

“That’s what I thought too,” Bucky pointed out, “and look at me now.” 

“Still taking my calls,” Sam retorted. 

Bucky pursed his lips. 

Sam rolled his eyes at the way Bucky was glaring at him. “I don’t want to give it up,” Sam admitted, “me and Sharon? We’re doing a lot of good. I’m doing a lot of good. I like doing a lot of good. The picket fence, 1.9 kids lifestyle? That isn’t us. It isn’t me.” 

Bucky went silent at that. What Sam said, it sounded exactly like what he’d always say. His reason not to come to dinner or his reason not to retire. As if Sam was using the shield as an excuse. “Okay,” Bucky said, accepting this, “but Sam, you’ve been Captain America for the past five years - you deserve happiness, you know.” 

Sam looked down at his shoes, suddenly embarrassed. Bucky knew that Sam rarely heard this. He knew his much he needed to hear it, too - Sarah told him stories about a kid named Sam always helping others, often at the expense of his personal well being. Sam needed to hear it... and he deserved to be happy. 

However, when Sam looked up he was smirking. “Look at us,” he teased, “how the tables have turned. When did you get so good with emotions?” 

Bucky shoved him, “shut up, Wilson.”