Roses And Coffee Stains; Unbuttoned Blouses And Tousled Hair

Bouquets (Captain Allen x Reader)

For @connorshero‘s writing challenge!  Sadie, I hope you enjoy!

Prompt: “Then maybe it’s best if we didn’t see each other for a few days.” //  “Fine with me.”

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Warnings: none except some good ol’ angst.

Word Count: 1854

Happy Holidays, guys!!! <3 

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For the challenge…

Alpha Mechanic Steve / Broken Down Car

Title: Spark Plugs

Pairing: Alpha!Mechanic Steve x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: FLUFF, Anxious Steeb, A/B/O dynamics, Brief non-descriptive smut but smut nonetheless

A/N: This is my entry for the wonderful @syntheticavenger‘s 5k follower challenge! (Congrats again, by the way❤️) I love, love, love this prompt, so thank you! I hope I get another one because this was so fun. get ready for tooth-rotting-fluff. 

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How it started: 

 Sunflowers. The scent blooms around him and Steve lifts his head so fast he bangs it on the undercarriage. He’s slid all the way underneath old man Fury’s buick, and all he can see are your ankles. 

They’re the prettiest goddamn ankles he’s ever seen.  

Another deep breath, and all he can smell are Omega and sunflowers and suddenly he’s dizzy, dropping the wrench loudly to the floor as he scrambles out from underneath the clunker he’s convinced not even he can fix. And then there you are—at first he can’t see you, silhouetted by the bright sun shining through the open garage door behind you, your curly hair set aflame by its rays. 

 He wipes the back of his hand through the sweat on his forehead. “Can I help you?” 

 “H-hi.” Your voice is so small he almost doesn’t hear you. “I, um, my car…” You step forward a little, and the first thing Steve thinks—when he can think—is by God, I’m gonna marry that girl. He sits up too fast again, and bangs his forehead on the open door. It’s while you’re dabbing up the blood with a damp cloth, your tongue poked out between your lips as you concentrate, that Steve decides he’s going to call up Bucky’s mother and ask her for the ring his own mother gave her for safekeeping. 

 He’s leaned against the tool bench, watching as you dip the cloth into the bowl of warm water, wringing it out before bringing it back to the gash on his forehead. “I’m sorry. You came here for me to fix your car, and you end up fixing me instead.” 

 You laugh, and it’s like bells. Beautiful and soft and light. “Do I get a discount, now?” You joke shyly, that little pink tongue darting out to wet your lips.

 Steve chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. “That depends.”

 “On what?”

 “Whether you’ll go to dinner with me or not.” 

How it’s going:

 “It’s okay, man, you’ve got this.” Sam claps him on the back, and Steve swallows nervously, looking up at his friend. “Seriously man, it’s beautiful.” 

 Steve turns the ring over in his fingers. “What if she doesn’t like it? What if she says no?” The only thing he wants to see more than this ring on her finger is his mark on her throat, and suddenly he’s not sure if she wants either. Bucky scoffs at his uncertainty. 

 “Stop stalling, I think Natasha’s starting to get a cramp.” He jerks his chin up at the other Alpha, who is currently waving urgently for Steve to come up while the moment was right. You were sufficiently distracted by the sun setting over the majestic mountains, and Steve had slipped away to prepare. If he waited much longer, though, the perfect moment he’d been waiting for would pass, and the trip would be wasted. 

 He hurries over to the steps to join you on the observation deck. You’re always so aware of him—like you could find him in a crowd of a million people with a blindfold on, he just knows it. You turn and see him instantly, and Steve thanks whatever forces are watching that he’s stowed the ring safely in his pocket. 

 “There you are. I was wondering when you were going to come look at this with me,” You say softly, gesturing at the magnificent view. Steve tries to calm his racing heart.

 “I’m sorry. I was, uh, busy.” Your eyebrow quirks. 

 “Busy?” You frowned a little. “But you asked to come here.” 

 “I had to help Sam with something.” This is not going well. “But it’s all taken care of now.” 

 “Oh. Well, you’re here now. Do you want to take some pictures?” You ask, brandishing the camera on the strap around your neck as you beam up at him. “It’s the golden hour.” You joke, snapping a picture of Steve’s carefully composed casual expression. He backs up against the railing, his sweaty palms almost slipping on the metal. You’re so beautiful in your little white sundress, and of course you’re wearing the locket he gave you, the one with the goofy picture the two of you took at the mall. 

 “Do you love me?” He asks suddenly, and you stop in the middle of taking another picture. 

 “What? Steve, of course.” 

 “And you want to be with me, right?” 

 “Of course! Steve what’s going on? You’ve been acting weird all night.” You lower the camera, your gaze concerned. Steve catches sight of Natasha, standing innocuously in the crowd, her cellphone raised as she records. She gives Steve a thumbs up, which only serves to make him more nervous. 

 “I, um.” He clears his throat and drops down to one wobbly knee. “Goddammit, I want you to marry me, doll.” He gropes for the ring in his pocket, and for a panicked second he doesn’t feel it, until his fingers brush cool metal. He pulls it out with trembling fingers, almost dropping it. He licks his dry lips as he looks up into your shocked face. “Sugar?”

 And then you tackle him. 

 It almost sends both of you and the ring flying over the edge of the observation deck and into the trees below, but Steve catches you breathlessly. It takes his brain a moment to sort through the adrenaline of the moment, and then he can finally make out what you’re saying—

 “Of course I’ll marry you—love you so much—thought you’d never ask—” All between peppering his face with soft kisses, your own cheeks wet with happy tears. 

 You barely make it back to the room before he’s tearing at your clothes, his mouth hot on your throat as he feverishly slips the sundress from your body. When his hand dips between the soft flesh of your breasts after kissing you breathless, he finds you wet already. 

 He lowers your mewling form to the bed, and when he slides inside you, he whispers that he loves you. How much he’s always loved you, right from the beginning. “Dammit, knew you were made for me, sugar.” 

 You’re a sloppy, panting mess on his knot by the end of it, blissed out and yet still reaching for him as he pulls you flush against his chest. His teeth rasp over your skin, and there’s no hesitation when you tip your head submissively to the side, and let them slide into your flesh. You whine and clench around him again—he’s lost count of how many times he’s made you fall apart tonight—and he spills into you again, his knot throbbing inside you. 

 The two of you are panting in the dark and Steve treasures the sight of your face, illuminated by the moon. “Do you like your ring?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

 “I love it.” 

 “Good. I can tell Sam to return the others,” He breaths, his chest unknotting. 

 “Others?” You pull away to stare at him. “Steve, how many rings did you buy?” 

 “…Four?” 

 Fin

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A noble or bussines person in 1800s yan and the reader is their assistant or personal butler/maid. Where the yan is hiding their feelings but show it in controling way like order the reader to do the most simple stuff even if it was not their jo just to see them? Or steal few touch like head pat or on shoulder or simply their fingers touch😔

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

PAIRING: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 x [servant] reader (gender not implied/mentioned/specified) Tw. love sick fool, soft yandere, mention of lace but every gender can wear it (?)

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Who pushes to the edge of your limits. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 overworks you to the point where you often catch yourself fainting in the middle of performing tasks. Your position, pay and living conditions might be better than those of the other servants but the list of your tasks was long and more often than not ridiculous. Those little, useless things that took most of your time and energy. But who are you to oppose to someone who had mercifully hired you and give you a roof over your head? No one.

"I have some new tasks I want you to complete." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 regards you coldly and hands you a paper with a list of other (ridiculous) tasks to do.

Who more than once caught you sleeping in the middle of doing your work. But that's alright. He just takes this chance to come closer and hold your hand, caress your head or cheek. Unfortunately, he has to wake you up at some point but he always uses most of this short period of time to have some type of concat with you.

"Oh dearest, if only you knew how I long for you." He whispers into your ear while you were in a deep sleep.

Who never fails to admire (stare) at you while you work. Most of the tasks given to you are either related or include him. Either way, you spent most of your time with him. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 made sure of that and he didn't regret it one bit because he has got to be with you. Oh how he loved it when you are near him. You bring him peace he needs in his stressful and rushing life. You are just so...endearing. To this day he can't decide if he wants to flaunt you around or lock you in one of the chambers where only he would be able to look at you.

"You would look lovely in silk...perhaps some lace?" 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 thought to himself, fantasizing about you in different clothes before an image of you without them abruptly appeared in his head.

Who melts when you touch him. Especially when you dress him up and take care of his visage. The cold and calculating man becomes putty in your hands. You are surprised to see him sighing softly, closing his eyes and humming when you button up his shirt or brush his hair. From what you heard from other servants, even from outside your household, no other master seemed to be acting like that. But once again, who are you to pry and complain? And when your fingers happen to touch? A pleasurable shiver runs down his spine.

"You are my lifeline and your touch is like water. I need both of them to live."

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「Making out with BNHA Boys」

tw; suggestive content !

⤷ Bakugou he likes it when you sit on the nearest surface with your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you. one of his hands on the side of your face/neck so he can hold you in place while kissing you like it’s the first and last time; your forgotten spotify playlist playing in the background. his body is so big and hot against you as his strong arm wraps around you and closes all the little distance between you; he loves to suck and bite your bottom lip when you least expect it, and if you make the slightest moan, he’ll laugh and call you needy. he also likes to pull away a little too often just so you can chase his lips; he loves to see that you need and want him just the same way he needs and wants you. he teasingly asks if you want to move into the bedroom and, before you can even answer, he picks you up and carries you there, leaving teasing kisses every now and then on your lips.

⤷ Deku there is a smooth pattern of raindrops on the window; the netflix movie you’re trying to get him to watch with you is now neglected as it only serves as background noise for the sounds of your lips moving in unison and he just sighs in contentment because even though he doesn’t say it, he loves it when your lip gloss is smudged all over his lips; it tastes like you. his hands sliding lightly down your back as he leans you down to lie on the sofa; he settles between your legs and holds your thigh tightly with one hand as you wrap your legs around his waist; he can’t help but moan against your mouth as he rolls his hips against yours.

⤷ Kirishima

one minute, he’s sitting on your hip while tickling you; but what was supposed to be a harmless banter quickly turned into an anxious and desperate makeout session. he lies on you, holding both your wrists with one hand above your head; the other hand holds the side of your face or neck while he is lost in your lips; he whispers sweet and soft breathy things and “i love you” between kisses or while he bites your neck. he warns you about leaving marks on him when you take his shirt off and kiss/bites his shoulder or his neck; but his gaze silently challenges you to do so.

⤷ Todoroki

in the back seat of his car after a date; the city at night under dazzling, bright lights that even so far away, still light up your face with soft colors of blue and white. his lips are so soft and warm when you kiss them, it’s slow and sweet at first, smiling against each other’s lips; the faint scent of his cologne on his sweatshirt makes your head dizzy and needy for him; you running your hands through his hair and pulling the ends a little makes him shiver and hold your face with one hand while the other pulls you into his lap. he groans when you roll your hips against his; blood pouring from his cheeks to awaken other more sensitive parts of his body. swallowing hard, trying desperately to silence the noises he wants to make when you continue, he starts sucking on that sensitive part just below your ear. he wants you so, so much.

⤷ Denki

watching movies under big blankets at 3am; what started with light kisses all over your face, turns into you and denki curled up in each other’s arms, hugging and kissing until you get dizzy. he eventually rolls you onto your back, your lips chasing his; you whimper and tense up when he bites your lip and makes his way to your neck, kissing and teasing you. he can’t help but shiver and whisper some curses against your neck when you run your nails down his back; he leans in to kiss you, but even more passionate and deeper, which makes you accidentally push your hips into his, making you both moan; but he quickly kisses you again, holding your waist so you don't pull away from him.

⤷ Tamaki

happens on your couch; he loves the feel of your hands on him - in his hair, on his chest, on his shoulders but he mostly loves it when you put your hands on his neck, gently pulling his hair; he makes the softest noises when you slide your tongue into his mouth. it’s times like this that he expresses his warm feelings for you in the form of gentle kisses and squeezes. he loves to call you cute nicknames between kisses because your reaction always makes his heart race even more. he smiles as you kiss his neck and shivers against you as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to you.

⤷ Shinsou

he likes it when it happens in his bed; slow, lazy but passionate kisses; limbs entwined, unhurried as you take your time exploring each other. you two are topless with messy hair after he stroked your hair and vice versa; he rubs soft patterns on your bare skin, kissing them tenderly, which sends shivers down your spine. every touch is so sensual, so deliberate, so unique; breathlessly whispering “i love you” between kisses. he’s letting you set the pace and your own timing because he wants you to feel as good as you make him feel.

⤷ Hawks

everything happens so fast; one of you lost a game of uno and owes the other a kiss. what was supposed to be just a soft, tender kiss turned into a hot and anxious makeout session on the floor. you are incapable of getting tired of each other; even with your lips and bodies pressed together, the need to get closer is almost desperate. but you know him; he’ll pretend he doesn’t want to kiss you anymore by pulling away, just for you to pull him back and kiss him harder. he smiles mid-kiss before spreading wet kisses down the side of your neck. and you will feel him weak against you as he moans or whimpers if you return the favor and pull his hair; his hands roam all the places they can reach until he finds where he really wants.

⤷ Dabi

he loves to put you on his lap; his vinyl records play on the background as his hands slide under your shirt. he loves to nibble on your ear and neck; his hot breath makes you shiver and arch in his lap as he whispers dirty things just to annoy you. you moan into his mouth as he teases you; nibbling your lips and kissing you until you’re out of breath and before you can kiss him again, he lifts your chin with his fingers so he can kiss your neck while his hands slide down your back and squeeze your waist.

⤷ Shigaraki

he loves to put you against the wall; wet, sloppy kisses but at the same time it’s so intense they make you both moan against each other’s mouths; it’s kind of rough, but extremely passionate. he loves to put his hand in your hair and, without you waiting, pulls it a little so he can kiss your neck; sucks up multiple bruises on your delicate skin and collarbone. he grunts and bites his lip when you pull his hair and kiss his jaw; he feels completely melted when you do this. he places one hand on the wall beside you as you make your way to his neck but with his other hand firmly on your waist. just when you think you’re in control, he wraps his hand carefully around your throat, eyes shining with lust and challenge as if he asks what you think you’re doing.

A Touch Too Far

Summary: Alpha Steve has had enough of his two omegas playing games with him. Now he’s going to show them who’s really in charge. AKA you learn why its a bad idea to listen to omega Bucky. 

Pairing: Alpha Steve x Omega Reader x Omega Bucky

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Omegaverse dynamics, mean/dom Steve, smut, 18+, edging, overstimulation, bratty omega Bucky. Subby 6'5" Bucky. Steve’s taller 👀.

a/n: Sinday drabble #2

Steve is always eager to come home after a long day of work. While you each have jobs, you’re an upcoming writer and Bucky teaches self-defense to omegas and betas, Steve is the main provider for the household but it’s the two of you that make it a home.

You turned his brownstone into the epitome of warmth and comfort, your nests in the living room and bedroom, something always cooking in the kitchen, music playing throughout the first floor, it’s always a little messy and chaotic and he loves every aspect of it. 

Providing for you two makes the long, tedious hours worth it. it’s not usual for either you or Bucky waiting for him while the other one gets dinner ready. Although last week he had to ban Bucky from answering the door since he doesn’t like to wear clothes inside the house and Steve was tired of him flashing the neighbors. He’s still dealing with the fallout from that, it’s amazing how pouty a 6’5” omega can be.

Steve knew it was getting closer to your upcoming heats but he had one final merger that required his presence and so he reluctantly left the two of you alone in your nest. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy on you but he promised he would hurry home. And he pointed out when you both begged him to stay that unlike other omegas at least you had each other. He knows you can use each other to take the edge off until he’s finished work. So neither of you are suffering without him.

But you brats made him suffer all fucking day.

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biker ari and his gal

"Fuck no." Ari glares down at you, his brow furrowing. Silence permeates the air, people around you slowly backing away as if he were a uncaged bear about to snap.

Perhaps he is.

Your eyes drag up the wide expanse of his chest, past his throat to plush lips thinned into a grimace. God you hope he does snap. Because when he does-. Ari notices the shiver before it finishes its path down your spine.

"I said no," he grounds out through gritted teeth.

You place your hands on his shirt, pressing down until you feel his pecs, warm and firm under your palms. Your gaze lock on to his blue eyes and your lips part, exhaling the one word you know he can't resist.

"Please."

"Damn it." Ari inhales. Eyes fluttering shut. Veins protuding from his thick neck. Large hands grab your waist in a decadent bruising grip. "I...fuck it. I'll do it." He concedes, pulling you into his warm embrace.

You beam, starting to thank him but your breath stutters in your chest when he sweeps the rough pad of his thumb across your bottom lip.

He bends his massive frame down to your level, his lips brushing over your ear.

"But that's all you're getting from me, Sunshine. Tonight you can beg and plead all you want but you're not coming until I say you can." He hums thoughtfully, his large hand caressing your ass. "Hope it's worth it."

It is.