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let me come home: two.

Summary: After years at a dead-end job shouldering everyone’s expectations for you but your own, you’re finally free to be whoever you want, go wherever you want. That is, until a series of unfortunate events strand you in Amber’s End, where the sheriff – and notoriously unmated pack alpha – decides to take you in.

Pairings: alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!Reader; side alpha!Bucky Barnes x beta!Sam Wilson

Notes: Wowowow - I don’t even want to count how many months it’s been, but we are finally back in business! I can’t thank you all enough for the love you showed on the first chapter of this and I am beyond excited to share this and hear what you think. Big reminder from the last chapter that parts one and two are all about setting the stage for Steve and our lovely reader. So,  this is more or less 5k of more background. But, I really loved introducing Bucky, Sam, and Nat (Bucky especially because he’s going to be huge here!) and hope you enjoy them too. Especially my Heat Wave readers - mechanic!Bucky returns! And I promise parts three and four will be extra juicy to make up for it. Divider credit goes to @writeyourmindaway​!

Chapter warnings: Werewolf AU, A/B/O dynamics, incredibly basic knowledge of cars that is probably incorrect

The drive to Steve’s home is short: five minutes from the diner to the base of a wooded hill, another ten to reach the peak. You follow him up a slanted stretch of road with eyes trained on his tail lights, but there are moments when your gaze strays. Sunset lingers on either side of you, framing the forest in a pretty glow. The blend of deep orange and soft pink is hard to look away from, even when you know you should be focused elsewhere, and you make your way to the top in that dizzying in-between. 

When you finally come to a stop, it’s on a patch of paved road - a welcome change to the gravel before it - in front of a large wooden cabin. Behind you, the town’s spread out in a panorama, spanning for what feels like an eternity. You can see everything from here: the humble spread of Main Street; the blues and greens of the Hummingbird; and finally, the mountains, majestic and steady beyond that.

It’s the perfect place for the pack’s alpha to be and, coincidentally, has been the home of Rogers alphas for three generations now.

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earrings at Dolce & Gabbana fall 2012

THE MAN ON THE TRAIN┊TOJI FUSHIGURO

… After weeks of watching the man on the train out of the corner of your eye, you notice that one day he sits across from you and that’s when you realize you’re not the only one who’s been watching him. It seems that he also has an interest in you.

⊹ pairing. toji fushiguru x fem!reader

⊹ tags. smut (18+ only), exhibicionism, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation kink, begging, petnames/praising (sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl), spanking (once), mean!toji, tiny bit of voice kink, spit play, a little bit of ass play, squirting, oral (f > m), age gap (late 20s, early 30s), reader’s pov. | wc. 3.8k

It was around five o'clock in the afternoon when it happened.

I knew without checking the time on my wrist, I didn’t have to, the sky was so orange bathing all of Shibuya that it was clear what time it was.

I pretended to ignore it for a couple of seconds. Heavy seconds that turned into what felt like a finite minute, I tried to disguise it by looking out the window, the clouds seemed to be rolling over some buildings as we left the city behind and my neck was starting to tense up because of the way I was turning it so much towards the glass, very interested in the peculiar color of the clouds.

I knew without even hesitating. It was just the two of us in the carriage, so there was no way he was looking at anyone else but me.

The aisle checker peers between the cars with slow but steady steps looking from one side to the other, making sure that everything is correct, that no one has forgotten any belongings or that some unwanted stowaway hasn’t snuck in. As he passes us, he leans forward a little and I do the same.

The man on the train gives him a sort of smile, the scar splitting one corner of his mouth quivers and he proceeds to say something that my limited Japanese cannot decipher all the while I try to ignore the sudden warmth that hearing him speak for the first time brings to life inside me. The other man just nods and answers him in a raspy voice and then continues on his way.

I’m sure when the gentleman is far enough away that he can’t hear us or even remember our names he looks back at me.

I shuffle on the seat, tossing aside non-existent lint from my pants.

“You’re not from around here.” I stop dead in my tracks and raise my gaze only to confirm that he’s really talking to me.

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… No words to describe this epic post.

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source: cottagecore magazine

Men who are soft with you. Who treat you like you’re small and delicate. Who pay attention to what you like and want to make you happy. Who would put you in your place and break you in half.

therapeutic