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Roses and coffee stains; Unbuttoned blouses and tousled hair

domestic things i think könig loves when he’s back home <3

☼ when you’re winding down for the night and both sitting on the couch. you’ll want to lay down, so you stretch your feet into his lap and he loves it. he’ll grab your foot, holding it to warm you up since your feet are always so cold.

☼ if he’s in the middle of a shower and you knock on the door before coming in to grab something. könig wipes the glass of the shower door, wanting to see you clearly, “need something, baby?”

“just my ring,” you say, grabbing your ring from the small tray you keep on the counter, having forgotten to put it back on after your shower earlier.

he keeps talking though, asking about your day and if you want to go to the gym with him in the morning. never admits it out loud but he loves your company while doing mundane things. having your presence just makes everything better!

☼ lovessssss when you make his favorite austrian dishes. he’s a bit of a picky eater, so being able to connect with you through his food is something he values. just make sure you cook a lot, his serving sizes are huge!

☼ laying his entire body weight on top of you in bed, slowly blocking the air from entering your lungs. he’s huge and knows it, pretending to fall asleep to see how long you last, holding out with as little oxygen as possible so he doesn’t have to move. he purposely makes his body go limp, his dead weight pushing you into the mattress.

“okay i give up,” you whine, pushing at his shoulders so he’ll roll off, knowing that he was testing you.

“longer than last time, though! maybe i’m losing some weight,” könig laughs, pulling you on top of him as he shifts onto his back.

his huge hands spread across your thighs, softly squeezing the thick skin, blue eyes locked on you. he takes in your entire face, noting something he loves about each of your unique features.

“is there something on my face?” your eyebrows furrow, unsure of why he’s suddenly staring at a random spot on your skin.

“nothing but beauty, mein schatz.”

Kitty getting a massage

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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

We got the lotw version now (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

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☾ CoD Guys and their kinks ☽

𑁍 Warnings: sexual content, choking, dubious consent (only slightly) crying 𑁍

𑁍 Characters featured: Ghost, König, Captain Price 𑁍

❥ Ghost

Orgasm Control: Loves overstimulating you to the point where you're begging him to stop while you're crying and whimpering. Pushing your hips down everytime you try to squirm away. If he feels even meaner he will edge you for hours on end. Hearing you beg only fuels him more and pushes him to keep on edging you. Getting you so close to release only to take it away from you making you whine in frustration.

Deep Throating: At first you struggled a lot with it but after some training of him slowly filling your mouth wider and wider you can take him fully. Loves feeling your throat swallow around him. Of course he always makes sure to give you chances to tap out but he just loves feeling you choke around his massive length. Watching the tears slowly build up in the corner of your eyes while you look up at him with those pretty eyes.

❥ König

Primal play: One of his favourite fantasies is making you wear a collar with a bell and then let you run out into the woods. Feeling the thrill of hunting for you and then when he finds you pounding into you roughly. Groans when he hears the bell jingle everytime he slams into you. Pulling you back by your hair and just taking you.

Size Kink: The first time you sat in his lap the actual size difference between you two dawned on him. How small you are in his lap and how he can just tower over you. He loves how he can just pick you up with his massive strength and fuck you while standing. Not even letting you touch the ground while feeling your tiny body trembling in his arms. Will also hold both of your wrists above your head with only one hand if you struggle too much.

❥ Captain Price

Impact play: Having you bent over his lap while he's sitting on the bed is one of his favourites scenes. Hearing you whimper out his title everytime he spanks you. If you've been annoying him a lot he will make you count them and if you mess up or dont thank him he will start over without mercy. Will rub the beautiful red marks on your ass and thighs afterwards.

Collaring: At first he wasnt very interested but when he saw you wear one for one of your outfits he was not able to take his eyes off of it the entire day. The next day he immediately orders one online with a leash. Loves having you sit on your knees next to him or infront of him. It gives him easy acces to pull you towards him by your collar or your leash.

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒?

bitting: he loves marking your body, whether you two are doing nothing, but standing in line or doing the do. he’s always bitting your shoulders, upper neck and thighs, but it's mainly to keep himself from moaning or whimpering too loud.

“haah.” groaning in your ear with your body at maxium arch, continuously hitting against your cervix. "so much." whinny moans slipping past your lips within each second as your body jolted near the head board, "take it for me baby." he groaned in a low tone against your next, thrust becoming harsher than before, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist as he lost control over his voice. "f-fuuck fuck." whining into your neck while his thrusts became sloppier, legs quivering as pleasure flooded your core. "bouta cum.. i-inside." a lovely tone left his voice before feeling warmth hover over your neck as you felt a hot stinging sensation. "mmmphm." a broken moan left your throat as strings of groans muffled against your neck.

— kenma, ARMIN, jean, sugawara, akashi, goshiki, MEGUMI, inumaki, yuta, takeda, midoriya

hickies: simply because he loves the seeing his marks on your body, basically telling anyone who glances in your direction that your already taken and that someone being him. he doesn't get off more than just admiring the marks alongside your neck and reminiscing on how they got there.

"just like that sweet girl." his hands placed on your waist bouncing you up and down his cock, heated bodies bumping against each other. "ahh fuuck." sweet moans left your lips as you threw you head back exposing the naked skin of your neck, inviting his tongue to glid across your skin as he began thrusting into your your pussy, repeatedly grinding against that sweet spot inside you while still bouncing you up and own. hips connecting as your tight cunt squeezed around him. "feels that good, yeah?" his mouth latched onto your skin once against as your insides began to turn, creaming on his dick.

— tsukishima, kuroo, KIRISHIMA, bakugo, iwazumi, ukai, geto, TOJI, eren, reiner, matsukawa, hawks, gojo, ace, CROCODILE, oikawa, suna, miya twinss

bitting & hickies: whatever comes to him in the moment happens. it's almost like an instict for him, but either way he loves marking your body with his mouth.

— TENDOU, denki, sukuna, aone, yamamoto, bokuto, sukasa

an: I’ll proofread tmrw!! sorry if there’s mistakes xx

Late Bloomer (Alpha!Geralt x Omega!Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON/DUB-CON, LOSS OF VIRGINITY 

➥ banner by @maysdigitalarts​ | dividers by @firefly-graphics

Summary: Geralt of Rivia saves you from more than just a werewolf attack.

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I’m super stressed with the end of my semester, so what about “Bucky tries to make you forget about college and your finals”?

Pairing: Roommate Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI

A/n: sinday drabble. Do not copy, repost, translate or rewrite any of my work. By continuing to read you are confirming you are an adult 18 years or older. College AU

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Buckys been your roommate since freshman year. You both needed a decent yet cheap place to stay close to campus. You hate and love living with him. He’s the perfect roommate, clean and considerate, he pays more than his share and always springs for extra groceries and takeout.

He’s so fucking handsome. And well built. His thick, muscular body haunts your dreams. Nothing like him coming in from an early morning run, his shorts clinging to his ass while he wipes sweat off his abs. You try not to gawk while he asks if you want him to make breakfast.

It’s been three long years of him walking around the apartment half-naked, girls in and out of his room at all hours of the day and the walls are thin. If you don’t hear some overly dramatic moans from his latest conquest, you hear him. At night.

Soft breathy groans that have your core throbbing as you squirm over your sheets. You can picture his hand working his cock with his knees bent while he’s flat on the bed.

Not that you think about him at night with your hand down your panties. Nope. You do not think about Bucky making you cum on his tongue.

With finals coming up, you haven’t had time to think about your roommate. You haven’t had time to do much at all. And you are frustrated.

And whiney.

You can tell he’s getting irritated with your constant complaining but you. can’t. stop.

In fact, he’s been listening to you rant about your professor for the past half hour, you’ve ignored his requests to let him watch his game.

“Please, it’s almost over.”

You snap your mouth shut with an audible click. Bucky closes his eyes, muttering thank you. His large body sinking into the couch as the tiny men on the screen run back and forth. Not even a minute passes before you speak.

“I’m just saying Bucky, its’ not fair- ahh” your whine ends in a yelp when he jumps up.

Furious blue eyes glare down at you. “You need to relax.” You swallow nervously when he leans down, caging between two large plush cushions. “And you need to shut up.”

“Hey.” It's a weak protest, one you quickly drop when he gives you a pointed look.

He brushes the side of your face with his knuckles. “I’ll help you do both.”

You watch, mesmerized by his tongue peeking out of his mouth to wet his bottom lip. “You want that dollface, you want me to help you?”

You nod.

Bucky grabs your throat, and you ache. His warm, large hand curves perfectly around your neck, the sheer dominance, his large body hovering over your combined with his fresh evergreen cologne is a dangerous combination.

“Use your words.” He states, squeezing lightly.

You gasp out. “I want your help. Please.”

Bucky gets even closer, you can count his long eyelashes when he blinks, a slow grin stretching across his face. His eyes darkening when he brings your face to his. “I’ve been thinking about your pussy for years dollface.” Fuck. “I’m going to give you a little sample of what I’m capable of. “Fuck me. “And if you pass all your classes, Ill fuck your brains until you can’t fucking walk.” Yes. Please. “Do you want that?”

“Words.” He demands, kneeling between your calves, ripping off your shorts and panties before wrapping his hand back around your throat. “Now.”

“Yes, Bucky. I do.” You say, damn you’ll study all night to earn his cock, you’re willing to do anything for him, spreading your legs even further apart. He’s looking at your pussy as if it were the most tantalizing thing he’s ever seen. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and inhales you.

You startle when his tongue flits out of his mouth and moves up your clit. You feel him chuckle between your folds and he applies a little more pressure to your throat. He moves slowly, using his tongue to explore your glistening pussy. It feels so good. The way he traces over your bud before dipping his thick wet muscle into your core, his nose brushing through your folds.

But it’s not enough. “Bucky please.” You whine softly, pushing your hips up.

Feral passionate eyes snap up and stare up at you. Your stomach drops from the intensity of his gaze. You have no warning for what’s about to happen.

He squeezes your throat, his lips latching onto your clit, and sucks it so hard into his mouth your back arches off the couch, two long fingers push into your cunt and he drags his fingers along your walls.

Your hands fly to his head, grabbing his soft locks, pushing him into you as you beg him not to stop.

He alternates between soft, light licks and fierce pulls of your swollen bud that have you wailing and trembling. His fingers curling deep within you, he can just hear the wet sloshing of your cunt over your wanton sobs and strangled moans.

The coil spirals tighter and hotter within in you until it snaps and you shatter under his tongue.

He’s doesn’t stop even when you gush all over his face, if anything he doubles down, sending you over the edge again and again until you’re pleading that you can’t take anymore. He shakes his head, determined to make you cum one more time.

He doesn’t stop to breathe.

Then he finds your sweet spot, the rough pad of his index finger rubbing it over and over. “Oh shit, Buck-Bucky, yes right the- “ You yank his hair when your orgasm burns through you, white-sultry heat rushing through your nerves, you feel it down to your toes. Legs locked around his head, thighs quivering, his name a silent scream on your lips.

When he finally lets you go, your eyes are glazed over as you pant, unable to move or speak. Bucky lays you down on the couch, putting his football sweatshirt over you as a makeshift blanket, and props your feet in his lap.

He turns back to the screen and leans back. He wipes his chin off with the back of his hand and licks his fingers clean. Looking over at your sleeping face, he smirks. “You better pass, dollface.”