#smutty ish

[theleavesofwesteros]

love hearts (Loki x F!Reader)

A/N: I'm back already with another oneshot (yay)! This one is shorter and it's a valentine's day one, something fluffy/smutty in honour of me thirsting over loki again (and him being my only valentine this year). anyways, i hope you all enjoy and are doing well!

PS: happy birthday to tom hiddleston! <3

PPS: thank you again to @cafekitsune for the divider and the permission to use it!

AO3 LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62925667

She often wondered how she'd even gotten into this situation. Dating a god wasn't just something that people did. People, human ones, especially. Moreover, dating a god who'd been forced and tortured into trying to destroy New York City was even more of an unusual case. How could she even bring that up to the people in her life? She didn't, actually. She and Loki acted like he was a mortal (much to his amusement) and he simply charmed everyone with a well-timed grin and any possible contradictions about their supposed story were forgotten. However, one bad thing about their romance was how unpredictable his appearances could be. His own habits had to do with that, of course. He liked keeping people (especially her) on their toes. But he was also a royal prince to some kingdom on another planet that she'd not yet seen. He seemed keen not to take her just yet. "Mother would love you," he often insisted, but he didn't say as much about his adoptive father. She didn't think she'd be quite fond of the man either, from what she'd heard. 

Loki had been gone for two weeks now. On Asgard, or maybe even one of the other Realms at this rate. He tried, but communication was somewhat hard to maintain inter-planetarily. She understood, but she missed him. Her life was rather particularly mundane, and especially during the colder months, he was the most exciting thing about her. He always regaled her with stories of his centuries of life, or simply got her to do things she would've never thought to do on her own. 

It was February now, thankfully. After a particularly long January, she found that the second month of the year was going by in a flash. Today of all days, happened to be Valentine's Day, the day of love and friendship. She'd never made a big deal of it, or had big expectations for it, but she'd still opted to wear something of the pink/red variety to work today. She'd gotten in touch with the important people in her life and they'd thanked one another for being in each other's lives. She'd even received a small package of love hearts at work from one of her colleagues (everyone had gotten one). With no warning from her lover, she felt it was safe to assume that his business (whatever it was), had not yet been concluded and that he would not be joining her tonight. She was alright with it. Even if she wasn't, there wasn't much she could very well do about it. 

That's why she found herself making a casual meal for herself, something not too complicated, and then pouring herself a nice drink. It was a day to celebrate, after all, and it had fallen on a Friday, so she felt she could indulge a little and welcome the weekend. Even if she was alone to celebrate it this time, she still had herself, and that was an important person to thank and cherish, indeed. 

What she did not expect, was to hear the telltale woosh of magic, rather, of seiðr, that usually preceded the arrival of someone with a far longer lifespan than hers. She'd just finished washing and putting away the very few dishes she'd used for both the preparation of dinner and the cooking of it, when she turned to see just who had teleported into her apartment. She hoped her guess wasn't wrong. 

And it wasn't. He stood there, waiting for her to set eyes on him. When she did, in his (always) dramatic fashion, he spread his arms wide and grinned with pride at himself. 

"I... am back," Loki said dramatically, nearly waiting for applause. 

She approached him and wrapped her arms around him right away, smiling into his chest. 

"I can see that. Welcome back," She says, her entire demeanor seemingly softening in his presence. 

It was impressive how they did that to one another. 

"... Is that all? No tears of relief at my unexpected return? Darling..." He frowns, placing a hand to his chest. "I'm offended. I might just go back to Asgard for a redo."

She shoots a heatless glare in his direction. "Don't." 

He groans and moves to flop somewhat gracefully onto her couch, long legs spreading nearly automatically and giving her a great view of his thick thighs. She moves her eyes away before he can catch her and tease her for it. He was still dressed in his Asgardian leathers. The ones she loved so much, the ones that were black, with some gold and dark green accents and all those clasps and flaps and added (unecessary) parts. No helmet, though. She moved to him, sitting next to him, her thigh touching his. It earned her a nearly rakish grin, his eyes already glinting with a particular kind of mischief she'd come to recognize (and cherish). 

"I wasn't expecting you back just yet," She says in the comfortable silence. "Did you forget to send a message?"

"No. Did you miss me, love?" He asks, reaching out to place his arm on the back of the couch. He was teasing.

He could touch her so easily, move his big hand just a sliver and touch the back of her neck. But he wouldn't, and they both knew it. She wanted it too much. 

"Of course I did. I always do." She reassures him. 

He hums, considering her words and being seemingly pleased. 

"And... am I wrong in recognizing today as a mortal holiday?"

She falters for a beat, surprised that he considered that to be information worthy of being stored in his mind. 

"I... well, no. It's Valentine's Day, yeah." 

"Mm, as I thought, then. Good." He says, before conjuring up a small, green cloud of seiðr, which left only a rose in its wake. 

She seemed openly surprised at that. He grins and cocks his head. 

"What? Did you want twenty instead, my sweet?"

"No... I just didn't think you'd be back today, and I also didn't think we'd be doing this."

"Doing... this?"

"Yeah, you know... celebrating Valentine's together."

He seems offended at that. 

"And why the Hel not? Have we become lifelong enemies in my short absence? Have we had a falling out?" He gasps dramatically, looking at her with wide eyes. "Have you... found another?" He asks, knowing full well she hasn't. His facade of shock was already faltering, his eyes gleaming with mirth, and his lip twitching ever so slightly. 

She groans, rolling her eyes.

"No, Loki."

"Then... whyever shouldn't we celebrate this, pet? We are a couple, yes? And not a couple of friends, either..."

The final few words he says are lost to her, mind getting caught up in what he calls her. He only really calls her that when he has particular intentions with her. It makes something deep inside of her warm up. 

"We are a couple... of course we are. I just didn't think you'd care."

"Well... my lover is a mortal, and I assume that she cares for such a popular holiday in her world. I am trying to be nice, you know..."

"And I appreciate that... but I didn't expect my immortal boyfriend to even pay attention to what day it is on Midgard, much less make the effort to gift me a rose." She says, resting her cheek on his arm resting on the couch in thanks. 

He turns up his nose slightly at her calling him her boyfriend. He didn't much like that term, least of all for himself. He found that lover was better.

"Well, dearest, I am trying to be romantic. And nice... nicer. For you." He declares, still holding that damned rose. 

She smiles, and takes it, inhaling the scent of it. It was addicting, and so very fresh. Clearly magical. His doing, of course. It was the most perfect flower she'd ever seen. Its red petals smelled fresh, like dew and earth, but also of their expected rose scent. However, there was something disctinct at the end of the scent... a sort of aftertaste. An aftersmell? She practically sighed in relief at the smell of it. Loki grinned, her reaction and thoughts surely being obvious. Most of all to him, with his mind reading powers (that he swore he didn't use on her unless explicitly told to).

"That's ambrosia," He says in that low, soft purr that makes her insides feel all hot and molten. 

"Ambrosia? I thought that was only for gods to have." 

"Mm... in food and drink, yes, I suppose so. But no one said anything about smelling it, hmm? A simple enough enchantment, pet. Now..." His hand finally, finally moves, moving to touch the back of her neck ever so gently. "What is it you smell, hm?"

She focuses on that smell, trying to name it for him (he seemed to be after her answer like a cat after the cream). 

"It's... sort of woodsy.. minty, I guess... and leather-y?" She speaks carefully, naming the scents out with careful consideration, her eyes closed to make sure she is smelling it all properly. 

Her eyes open, and she finds him looking all smug and proud, his hand now rubbing her neck softly. 

"It's you. It smells like you. This isn't ambrosia." 

"Oh..." He purrs proudly, leaning in. "But it is, my love... ambrosia tastes, or smells, like ones favourite things. I suppose that just means..." He moves in further, pressing the lightest kiss she's ever felt to her neck. "One of those things for you... is me,"

Her pulse flutters both at his words and at the touch of his lips to her skin. God, she just wanted to absolutely devour him sometimes. Okay, all of the time. He was all long limbs, and he was lean, but he was also so built. He was strong, and those shoulders... and that ass. And all the other, more salacious parts of him, and all they could and had done to her. 

"I've missed you," She says and she finds herself breathless in his presence. 

"Oh, pet... I've missed you, too..." He grins, his voice getting lower, the last few words nearly a groan. 

"I want you to kiss me..." She whispers.

"I'll kiss you... and then I'll kiss you everywhere... and then I shall lick��you everywhere." He vows, pressing a kiss to her jaw, this time. 

She groans, hand moving to brace herself onto one of his biceps. 

"I want you to take me... or I can take you..." She says, unable to stop herself from getting closer, from trying to sit in his lap, from simply trying to make herself one with him. 

He laughs softly, even as he pulls her closer, half of her in his lap by now. 

"We've time enough for both, my heart... the night is yet young, and we've a fortnight to make up for, hm?"

"Plus, it is Valentine's Day." She reminds him softly, pressing the first of her kisses to his neck, and then his sharp jaw, and then those damned sharp cheekbones. 

He moans softly at her attentions, holding her closer by the waist. 

"Oh, yes, it is indeed... the day of love, and lust... we must do our best to celebrate it, yes?"

And celebrate it, they do indeed.

[agentpeggycarterrogers]

“You know I can’t think of anything else when your hands are on me like this,” she said softly. But she didn’t want him to stop; his hands felt so good, and he always made her feel so sexy and desired when he massaged her breasts. 

Peggy ran her hands down his chest and thought of when he went down on her in the shower and her legs were over his shoulders. Or how he wanted to take her from behind. 

She leaned in, ran her hands up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. She stood on her toes and kissed him full on the lips. 

“We could just shower and fall into bed again, or I could turn away from you and brace myself against the wall. You can take me from behind in the shower. Unless you really wanted to do that in front of a mirror.” Peggy laughed. “Of course, darling, we have all week. It’s not like we can only try things once. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

@steven-g-rogers

Peggy was lost in a daze under the shower faucet, rinsing away the sweat and fluids of their marathon so far. The hot water soothed her muscles and refreshed her. She hummed contentedly when Steve stepped in, and her instinct was to lean into him, hoping his arms would encircle her waist.

“Mmm, hello,” she said softly. 

She reached for the shampoo and poured a small amount in her hand and then worked the lather through her dark hair. She finally turned to face him and brushed her hand through Steve’s hair as well. That was probably all he needed as far as hair washing. She stepped in closer and kissed his jawline. 

“Well, my love, we’re here. What’s next for us?”

@steven-g-rogers

[cyarskj1899]

Mind you people say Kanye is acting out to this very day cause he lost his mom years and years ago. Megan hasn’t even gotten a fraction of that grace!

everyone cares about mental health when it comes to Kanye and excuses his antics. You can find articles about his guilt surrounding her death in 2023!!!

but Meg must take full personal responsibility regardless. Megan lost her mom even younger than he did. We don’t see black women as human.

[yanderemommabean]

Bee audio I wanted to share with everyone

AYE YO, YOU LISTEN TO GWA STUFF TOO? (Maybe not but GoneWildAudio takes me to the soundgasm website more often than not)

Glad to know the bee fever is alive and well still lol

-Mommabean

[longlivedelusion]

Wrote this imagine at 3am cause I'm feral. This is for all my girlies who don't/can't relate to the whole "being a geyser" thing, which is hot still so keep writing y'all, but for whatever reason that may be some of us can't be that! We all have different journeys with it, and why's, and idk I just wanted to write this scene.

Never wrote anything smutty before but enjoy???

Warnings: this is for V bearing readers, but there's no major gender indicators.

18+ babes, this ain't for the faint of heart.

Masterlist

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Imagine Bucky's on his knees in front of you, taking his sweet time eating you out, your leg over his shoulder as his metal fingers curl into you. Your body grinding hard into him while he gets you closer and closer to screaming his name, coating his tongue and fingers with all you had to give.

But before you could cum you stopped him, making him furrow his brows.

You told him about how you can't get wet really after you come once, so it's hard to fuck afterwards. You told him you could come later, together. But all he does is smirk before his hand reached across you waist to hold you down. You couldn't even protest before his tongue was assaulting you again, spearing into and on you with renewed vigor. You came hard and fast with that, your body shaking as his mouth took every last drop of you.

When he let go of you, you frowned. "I told you, I can't -"

"Oh don't worry. I'll make sure you're plenty wet for me when I take you doll." He reached over to open his drawer, pulling out a bottle. "Over. And over again."

Fuck.

"I'm gonna fucking drench your pussy." He whispered dropping a handful of lube onto his cock - a slick, squelch sound coming from his hand as he slowly coated his hard length. "I'm gonna soak that pretty pussy, make you take my cum so you can stay nice and wet for me all night. You want that?"

He'd tease his tip at your entrance, barely having to make a move before his tip would 'accidentally' slide in. You both moaned, how easy it was for him, your body relaxed as you felt his soaked cock ease into you.

"See how -fuck- well you take me? Don't worry about anything baby, I'll take care of you."

[onthewaytosomewhere]

okay so last week between sunday and wednesday i was tagged by so many of ya ... then i didn't do anything cuz well vacay and coming home and all that jazz so queueing this bb up so it's ready to go and don't hafta figure out what to post later ... (and not have it be one of my firstprince week things)

and edited for an earlier than me tag lolz - thanks @suseagull04 for the tag!!

today we're getting some words from the southern philanthropy one night stand fic that is still begging for me to finish it ...

OPEN TAG FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS TO PLAY ALONG (or that i miss in tags somehow)

peek under the cut for the smut-ish words

They make it back to the bedroom; it’s a slow, staggered progression with stops for kissing against walls and hands grabbing whatever skin they can. The few buttons Percy had buttoned on his shirt somehow get undone without ripping the shirt or the thread holding them on. Pez pushes Liam against the door once they reach the bedroom, and his hands are under Liam’s shirt, sliding it up as he kisses him as if he never wants to stop. They do pull apart long enough for Liam to pull his shirt over his head as Pez drops his own to the floor. Liam has a surge of confidence and starts leading Pez toward the bed. Pez’s lips and hands are all over him, and he returns the touches and kisses just as fervently. When they make it to the bed, Liam falls onto it, pulling Percy with him, surging up to continue kissing him—kissing Pez is like nothing he’s ever experienced. The slide of Pez’s skin against his alights every part of him, and he’s burning with a fire that he’s not sure will be put out by just an orgasm. Percy kisses his way to Liam’s neck, finding every spot that makes him moan—he’s a whimpering mess by the time Pez finds one of his nipples and licks. “Pez, fuck …” He doesn’t know what else he planned to say as all thoughts leave him as Pez sucks his nipple into his mouth, working it with his tongue and lips and teeth and leaving Liam a moaning, writhing mess on his bed.

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[kcyars99]

Clock it !!! He’s a fucking rapist.

And yet some men will try to justify it , where is my bear choosing ladies at

A person who is drunk like completely drunk should not be taken advantage of by predators.

the fact she became friends with him because he brought up he also lost his mother he targeted her and uses his mothers death as a way to manipulate a trauma bond and then he ended up harming, abusing and tormenting her im beyond pissed

[uncertainwallflower]

NAVEL TO NECK For @jilymicrofics July 2023. Prompt: familiar. Words: 149. Rating: Mature.

This may potentially turn up in BTDATS. Actually I’m pretty confident it will.

The undampenable desire to lick a man navel to neck was an unfamiliar sensation. But there it was. Heavy in her stomach, wet on her tongue.

She had seen James shirtless a handful of times, all of them at Hogwarts, most often after a Quidditch victory when robes became limiters to celebration. And there was that one time in the boys' dormitory. Come to think of it, this was a uniquely similar situation: hair forced back in wet strands of ebony, shoulders freckled with water droplets, towel hung low on the waist, caught expression on the face.

Her eyes dragged past pectorals born of years as an Auror, along inflecting ribs, down taught-skinned abdominals, following the hard line of the hips to where the trail of dark hair dragged the eyes down and disappeared below soft white cotton. She wanted to lick him and she hated herself for it.

[my-cabbages-gorl]

Bewildered, Zukaang fic snippet & ch. 2 of Bewitched

Alright I decided to give in and write a continuation of my other fic that was intended to be a one-shot but I couldn’t not explore a one night and one night only dynamic between these two because it was TOO JUICY.

Here’s a lil snippet, whole thing should be up soon!Aang is 22, Zuko is 26 in this fic!

Some tags: Romance, first time, implied nudity, teen & up! ~

In the cradle of the pink cherry blossom breeze, something ancient roared to life. Where before, they had danced under the sun with dragons and ancient fire; tonight, they danced under the purple moon in the light of an entirely new flame. 

Time raced unforgivingly. The clamoring of their hands, raking and pulling at what clothing remained on their bodies, dragged them through seconds that hurtled into minutes without their permission. With every sloppy kiss, every moan, they exchanged tormented pleas, entreating time to stop. But she would not yield. 

In the friction of their bodies shifting against one another, Zuko slid a hand between them, pressing his fingers into the scoop where Aang’s muscled chest met his sternum. Pushing gently with his palm, he did what felt unbearable; he tore his mouth from Aang’s, momentarily slowing the uncoiling energy between them. 

“Aang, wait.” Zuko exhaled sharply and pressed his forehead to Aang's, catching his breath. Looking down, he was reminded that his completely naked body was flush against Aang, save for the robe draped loosely around his shoulders. 

“It’s too fast, isn’t it?” Aang’s hands on Zuko’s waist pushed to put a few inches of distance between them. “I’m sorry,” Aang fingered the ties of Zuko’s robe and started to draw them back together. “I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for.” 

Zuko shook his head. “No, that’s not it. I’m ready,” a laugh danced across his lips, “I've been ready.” His palm slid down Aang’s stomach to pause where his hands were redressing him. “I just don’t know what it will be like to be friends... after this.” He inhaled, the laugh fading from his eyes. 

Aang furrowed his brow, his mouth curled at the corners. Freeing a hand from Zuko’s grip, he fit his palm against Zuko’s jaw, the pad of his thumb sweeping across the valley below his chin. “I can’t remember a time when we were only friends, Zuko.” Candlelight fluttered across the bright apricot-colored flush on his cheeks, “Can you?” 

Zuko shook his head again, a whisper of a smile and his amber eyes burned bright with definitiveness in the candlelit darkness. His hand closed around Aang’s wrist, guiding it up to where his robe hung from his shoulders.

“Take this off me.” The words feathered over Aang’s kiss-swollen lips. As the red silk slipped past their bodies and crumpled around their feet, they surrendered. Tonight, in the shadow of the fall moon, they’d let the ultimacy of their tangled years to take them under.  ~

Stay tuned!

[miss-celestia13]

Blood Flows in a Spiral

A Jonerys Romance

Since I just posted the second chapter, I figured I’d share it here now. My new Jonerys story, Blood Flows in a Spiral, can be read on Ao3. A snippet of the first chapter can be found below the line ❤️

Summary:

Amid the turmoil of war, exhausted nurse Daenerys Targaryen faithfully tends to the wounded. It isn’t long before a gravely injured Jon Snow arrives under her care. Despite Dany’s reluctance to open up, an unexpected romance ignites.

Their bond deepens as they discover they share a mysterious affliction: strange, unsettling dreams that speak of a profound connection. To secure their future, Jon and Daenerys must unravel the enigma of these visions, facing their pasts and uncovering hidden truths along the way.

Snippet:

The white wolf howled at a moonless sky.

The dark woods stood as noble black knights, fresh from the fields of legend as he passed by their ancient rooted forms.

Forlorn and lost, his silver sheened fur marked in blood, dirt, and ash as he slunk through the forest. He moved deeper within the pine labyrinth and refused the urge to turn back. Freedom beckoned from behind, a siren song in his blood. He ignored it.

His paws kissed the cold earth with a lightness that shouldn’t have been possible for an animal of such size. His stance was confident and strong, muscles rippling under the short fur on his body. He moved fluidly, nose twitching as he tried to catch a scent of something that could help his search.

He couldn’t remember a time before this.

It felt to the wolf that he’d always been searching, always looking, and chasing hints of promise in the air that always led to nothing. The hunt was in his blood. The woods were his domain and he would succeed. He had to succeed.

The forest was a tapestry of secrets, each thread leading to a different mystery, and he had unraveled many in his time here. This search proved less agreeable, but the wolf continued on, unfettered and sure that by winter’s end, he’d find it.

A frigid breeze whipped through the trees, dry leaves crinkled and trembled as the wind swirled through the grass. It carried the smells the wolf hated. Infection. Death. War. The acrid taint of smoke never left this land, and the wolf knew it had always been so.

Snow was on its way. The sky itself seemed to hold its breath in preparation as the temperature dropped, and the wolf prowled and leaped over broken, burnt boughs. He did not know what he sought. His keen scarlet gaze scanned the gaps in the woods as his huffing breath clouded the chill air.

Branches and tiny bones crunched under his claws as he bounded through the woods and followed the strange pull he felt in his chest. It glowed and warmed, pulsing and aching with the beat of his heart.

Find me, find me, find me, it seemed to say. Urgent and silent, but heard like a dinner bell to the racing white beast.

His swift paws whispered on the forest floor, gliding through the undergrowth like shadows guided by the smattering of glittering stars above. The crisp air tasted sweeter the deeper he traveled. The scent trails left by his kin had long gone cold, and a familiar despondency threatened to overwhelm him, but something new was emerging.

It reminded the wolf of meat charred over a fire. And something bright, warm, and beautiful lingered at the very edge of it. It called to him. His mouth watered, eyes sharpening and ears flattening to his head as he took off running.

The black velvet night slowly lightened to gunmetal with fissures of ruby, cobalt, and violet marbling the clouds as the wolf hunted. Rich damp earth tickled his sensitive nose, the panicked scent of rabbits and other small creatures enticed his empty belly, but his goal wasn’t to eat.

He wasn’t sure what his true purpose was, only that he had one.

As the sun glimmered and rose, dawn broke silently like a heart in distress. The world would soon awake and bathe the day in fire once more. The wolf knew he had little time left.

Ignore the image below. It’s the banner for chapter two!

[wanderingfaee]

Miguel trying to debrief of the recent collateral chaos that he, you and a few other spider people had just emerged from after a long, rough fight to the local police, but finds himself slightly distracted with the way you would smile and hold a little girl that was clinging to you. As though you were her mother.

And that, grips at his stifled heart.

It insinuates curious ideas of what life would be like to start a family with you.

How you would look so beautiful so round and breath taking carrying his child.

How delicate and sincere you would be as a loving mother and partner.

How tender and adoring you would be, both to him and your adorable child.

But he couldn't have that.

He can't have that.

And the more he watches you and the little girl laugh and fool around a bit, he feels his grieving, crumbling heart coil tightly against his hefty chest. Thoughts of his past daughter immediately looming into his plagued mind.

[strangenewwords]

I wrote some spirk smut. Jim tells Spock he loves him. They just happen to be in the middle of other things at the moment. (It's sex. They're having sex.)

[cyarskj1899]

[cinderella-ish]

Hm, for question #18, let’s do Yuki! 🩵

Ooh, ok! (Again, for this ask game!)

So, between the time the curse ends and they all graduate, I think Yuki would come out of his shell more and more and drop some of his princely act to the point where some of the fan club girls are like "we were really fawning over that?!" By the time he gets to college, he's completely done pretending, and the friends he makes in his undergrad all like his weird self. He still has some classmates who are aware of how handsome he is, but he doesn't have nearly the mystique he did back in high school, and everyone knows he's actually kind of a disaster (and his girlfriend is a bit scary) so no one harasses him.

I like to think Yuki and Kakeru went to the same university (seems likely they went to Kyoto U). I think Machi joined them, too, once she graduated a year later. I think he and Machi got married the day she turned 20, and she got pregnant with Mutsuki during her final year of university, even though they used contraception. Yuki became a stay-at-home parent once Machi was ready to start working, and eventually they moved back to Tokyo largely so they could split childcare costs/responsibilities with Kakeru and Ayame, and so Yuki could go back to work.

I think Yuki would've continued to grow closer with Ayame through the years, and would've stayed close with Haru and Kakeru forever. I also think Yuki and Kyo would've eventually grown to be actual friends, though neither of them would admit that for literal decades. When Yuki and Machi start visiting Tohru and Kyo together (instead of Yuki going alone), Kyo and Machi end up hanging out while Yuki and Tohru have time to catch up, and they end up pretty good friends. I don't think Yuki would've stayed particularly close to any of the other Sohmas, though he makes his appearances at holidays and family events after Mutsuki is born and befriends all his cousins.

(I also believe Kyo was Yuki's first love.)

I've seen a bunch of different theories for what Yuki does for work. He's obviously very good in school, and I personally see him building upon what he got out of student council. His arc, to me, always seemed to push him further away from the Sohmas as time went on, so I actually really like the idea of him having a job that required occasional international travel. I could see him as a diplomat, since he was quite good at working with a variety of challenging personalities and I think he'd be able to navigate delicate situations quite well.

I think he would start a little indoor herb garden in college, even though he never learned how to cook so he'd never actually use the herbs in a culinary context. Kakeru would tease him about it every time he'd come over, and would then use the herbs to cook something. Machi would help him keep it up once she joined him. I think she'd know some basics of cooking, but they'd basically live on takeout and convenience store meals (and Machi wouldn't even trust Yuki to microwave them at first!). I think Mutsuki would eventually be his gardening partner, and he'd have a vegetable patch once they moved back to Tokyo.

By the time Mutsuki can walk, I think Yuki and Machi would be resigned to keeping a neater living space, but he'd find all sorts of ways to keep it from being too "perfect" as an expression of love to her. I think they'd hire cleaning staff but Yuki would either give detailed instructions on how to keep things just messy enough for Machi, or he'd come home early on the days they clean to mess things up before she got home.

I think, as a parent, it's clear Yuki and Machi are very loving. I think they'd both take a lot of joy in experiencing Mutsuki's childhood with him, since they both kind of lost out on their own childhoods, and they'd encourage his creativity, sometimes to their own chagrin. Yuki would be kind of amused by all the mischief Mutsuki gets up to, though he'd still try and redirect Mutsuki's energy when necessary. I see them practicing a very gentle positive discipline style. I think he and Machi would be a pretty balanced parenting team, and they'd just want Mutsuki to have the freedom neither one of them had as a kid, as well as an abundance of love.

I think Yuki would have a relationship with his mother after high school, but it would be on his terms or not at all. I got the sense that he had hope for their relationship after her last appearance in canon, so I think he'd want to give her a chance to be in his life. I think it would be tough, but he'd also be patient because of the way his relationship with Ayame changed. I think their biggest hurdles would be related to his marriage to Machi and to Mutsuki's upbringing. If his mother was able to respect his decisions and not try to control him (or Mutsuki), then I think they'd continue to have a relationship, even if it's not particularly close or warm. Part of me hopes she'd eventually be able to apologize for selling him when he was a child.

I think Yuki would be Hajime's favorite uncle, and the two of them would take breaks from family events together a lot when Hajime was growing up (Hajime because he'd need a nap, and Yuki because he can only deal with so much of his family).

As a husband, I think Yuki would get gifts for Machi fairly often. I think he'd tease her all the time, and their (rare) arguments would usually end in laughter. If he proposed with a ring, I think he'd get Machi something like this. I think they'd continue to be a bit oblivious about PDA and

NSFW headcanons below the cut!

I think both Yuki and Machi would both turn to sex for comfort, on both hard days and good days. I don't think they'd often communicate verbally about sex, but they'd have a really good intuition about each other's needs and desires.

I think Machi would panic if she felt she was expected to "perform" during sex, while Yuki would love knowing he made her feel good. So, I can't see Machi riding him or giving head, for example, while I imagine Yuki would go down on her as often as possible and love figuring out what she likes. I think they'd use each other's names a ton during sex, and their first few times would be a bit rushed and frantic but they'd eventually settle into their own style (with lots of teasing from Yuki). I can see him regularly getting her all worked up only to make her wait a little longer, smirking the whole time.

I see Machi as a bit of a pillow princess and Yuki as a bit of a service top (oof, there are a bunch of contradicting definitions of this, but here, I'm using "top" to mean "the person performing the act on their partner" and "service top" to mean "topping in a way that prioritizes the bottom's pleasure."). I think they would occasionally have one of two very, very light Dom/sub dynamics. When Machi is the Dom, I can see the dynamic being very straightforward where she tells Yuki what she wants and he gladly provides. When Yuki is the Dom, I can see a bit of a brat/tamer dynamic developing, with lots of teasing from Yuki, of course (I'm currently writing a chapter of like the flowers and the bees where they begin to explore this dynamic - it'll be chapter 4 when I post it!). I don't think either of them would be at all aware that they're engaging in light BDSM, and they wouldn't really have words for it, but it'd come to them pretty naturally because it's basically already their dynamic from outside the bedroom.

So... those are my headcanons for Yuki! Thank you again for asking! 😁

[agentpeggycarterrogers]

“I’m helpless with you too - but I don’t need you to be my servant, sweetheart. Just my partner, my lover, my equal, who loves me as much as I love you.” With him, she had everything she needed and wanted. 

Peggy knew her breasts would be sore with the bruises, but she didn’t care. She was his, and his attention to her soft skin felt so good in that moment. Perhaps the marks would fade enough so when he drew her, they wouldn’t be there, or maybe he’d ignore the marks completely in his art. But none of that mattered, not yet. 

“Perfect,” she sighed. “I love the way you touch me, the way you kiss me.” She pulled him up so he’d kiss her lips. “I’m quite hungry for breakfast. Shall we actually look at the menu now?”

@steven-g-rogers

“I don’t think you could refuse any of my requests,” she teased. Especially if those requests involved sex. She loved how he looked at her, how he touched her so affectionately, and how was willing to give her anything. 

Peggy wasn’t sure if she’d be able to study the menu at all, but she dropped it beside her as he kissed and sucked on her breasts and nipples. She loved this. “Steve, oh, you feel so good.” 

How could she study a menu and think about breakfast when she was enjoying this so much - and loved the sight of him on her breast just as much. She moaned. Oh, she was definitely going to have a mark here, a mark she’d be proud to have. It meant she was his. 

@steven-g-rogers

[25inthelaketonight]

Okay girls, hear me out. I've been roleplaying on character.ai for like a week now and using an OC that is basically a self-insert, and I've been roleplaying a story with an AI of none other than DC Morse and I'm pondering on whether or not turn it into a fanfic series....