Kittens And Bottles

Kittens and Bottles

Summary: Your happy life with your favorite cat and favorite hero. This is a small continuation of here.

Wordcount:2644

You have the best cat in the entire world. Here are the reasons why.

She’s adorable; the cutest fur baby. She’s fluffy, sleek, and mews in the most adorable way.

She is cuddly. Not many cats let you rub your face into their bellies as much as you want. But she does; in fact, she will make you cuddle her belly. If you aren’t careful, you could die in your sleep from her smothering you. It would be a happy death.

She found you a boyfriend. A hot, sassy, sexy, funny, pro-hero boyfriend.

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New Dark!fic Idea: Tinder!AU

If anyone’s been on Tinder, I’m sure y'all have stumbled across those occasional couples looking for a third partner.

You came across their account at random. Bucky and Steve: two men looking to add a third into their life. Never before had you considered a polyamorous relationship, but seeing the two extremely handsome men from their profile stirred your body with fantasies and arousal.

You swiped right, only curious to see if you would match, but shockingly you do match with them only a few days later.

They were joking, right? Two godly gorgeous men thinking you were attractive enough to swipe right?

You couldn’t believe it.

They messaged you first, and you were initially skeptical. Sometimes you would be texting Bucky and other times it would be Steve. You had gotten to know them real well, spending a few late nights on your phone as the three of you continued to learn more about each other.

They asked to meet you.

A casual dinner date. They suggested a public restaurant, and you were happy enough with that option, knowing too well yourself the dangers of meeting people online in their own homes.

But the dinner date went magically. Bucky and Steve welcomed you with warm smiles and gentle hugs. They were nothing less of gentlemen as Steve pulled your chair and Bucky held your hand. You were a complete babbling mess, head spinning and a hand covering your face as the men impressed you more and more. You all discussed the things in your ongoing lives, and you asked more about Steve and Bucky’s current relationship, and what they were looking for with a relationship with another.

“Oh.” Bucky tilted his head and scratched the back of his neck, the blush tinting his face red, “Well Steve and I had talked about it for awhile, and we just thought it was appropriate to have someone else in our relationship give us the thing that’s missing between us.”

“Missing?” You raised a brow.

“What Bucky means to say is that,” Steve gently held his hand over his partner’s before grabbing yours from across the table, “we want to have a baby.”

Your eyes popped open.

Oh… They weren’t just trying to fuck you. They were trying to knock you up.

“You know most people use Tinder for hook-ups, right? Have you two considered a surrogate?”

They both chuckled at you as though you told a joke.

“We’re not looking for a surrogate, but no worries sweetie. We aren’t going to force you if that’s what you’re uncomfortable with,” Steve said as he patted your hand. “Being with you is all we want for now.”

They seemed to be trying so hard–actually interested in having a long-lasting relationship with you. And you knew you shouldn’t have taken their offer to drive you home, but they were just so kind, how could you decline?

You trusted them.

They dropped you off and walked you to your door. Bucky took the initiative and kissed you goodbye, and you melted against his hot lips and touch. Steve was too bashful to do the same, but you pecked his cheek and hugged him anyway.

The two men walked back to their car after you closed the door. Bucky sat in the passenger’s seat while Steve walked around over to the driver’s side. Bucky hissed, his hands holding his hair back while Steve finally entered the car.

“She’s the one Steve. Fuck! That’s our baby girl.” The brunet let go of his hair, hissing the words through his teeth as his fists rested against his thighs. “I can’t wait like this anymore. We have to go back and get her. I don’t want her out here like this—”

“Hey Buck, calm down.” Steve turned and held his shoulder. “It’s alright. We’ll have our baby soon. We just can’t rush this too fast.”

“As long as it’s with her,” Bucky sighed.

Steve smiled before turning on the car ignition.

“Don’t worry. She’s the one.”

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This is just an idea and not an actual drabble or fic teaser. Though I will probably save this fic idea for a rainy day–way into the future when I get my other fic obligations done. Not sure what route to go with this though: forced relationship and breeding kink or forced age regression and dd/lg kink. Where do y’all wanna see this going?

Marital Discord

Warnings: noncon/dubcon (rough sex, toy, fingering).

This is dark!Bucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The reader finds her marriage falling apart; Bucky’s never home and when he is, he’s not really there, but he’s not as aloof as he seems to be.

Note: Alright, we finished Summertime Sadness, I gotta figure out HSB and my other few series that need to be tied up. Hopefully by my one year mark we have some new ones in swing. Thank you. Love you guys!

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The front door clicked and you lifted your head. You scrolled up quickly on the tablet and hit sign out. You locked it and pushed it against the wall in hopes it would go unnoticed. You grabbed the oven mitt and rushed over to the stove. You opened it and pretended to check on the roast inside, lifting the lid of the pan to glance over the darkening meat.

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Where is chubby Bucky from? I’ve seen it around and there aren’t really any chubby other characters. Is there a background/backstory or do people just like chubby Bucky?

tea: some people want chubby female readers because they want "inclusivity" but say chubby bucky just "isnt their type" 👀

FUCKING YIKES. I've said it once and I'll say it again, CHUBBY MEN DESERVE LOVE TOO.

Heat Helper Part Two: Lyle

female reader x male werewolf (explicit) 

(Y’all have been so sweet and supportive so here is a sappy conclusion with Lyle!!  Enjoy, this is my first work out of a two month writing block so I’m hoping it’s an okay read. More monster stories may be in the future from me.)

Part One

Part Two (4k words)

Lyle Byrne sat in his truck in the stillness of an early morning gas station lot. It was just up the road from the motel – everyone knew that place, the rogues and the lost all found their way to it.

What did that make her? 

The woman he paid… to deal with his heat, she was all over him. Her scent on his body, her moans and begging caught in his head, and the warmth of her body against his in the quietest moments of dawn. 

Guilt… he was guilty, he’d asked and watched for any sign of her being uncomfortable or coerced. But she seemed to really enjoy it once they got into it. It still didn’t make him feel better about the situation, especially once he realized she hadn’t gone to the motel for the session. 

She lived there. She lived in that motel and he’d been in her space, he’d covered her in his scent, and let his emotions get far too strong over a one night stand. 

His face flushed. 

But he had given his number to her, amidst that extra cash he pulled out for her. 

After he’d seen that Plan B on the counter of the bathroom. 

Lyle’s body heated again, this rut was so close to being done, but it kept shoving images of her moaning and gripping the sheets. 

It took immense effort to not touch himself in the parking lot. 

He hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand and snarled. This was it. If she spoke to him, he would deal with what came from it. But he needed to stop thinking and fantasizing over her. 

About how much he wanted to bring her home, to spoil her and fuck her, to maybe see her stomach grow with a baby they could cherish and love. 

Lyle turned the keys harshly and gunned it out of the parking lot. 

The truck kicked up dust on the desert road leading towards the lush mountains. With the sun peaking over the horizon, he drove faster to avoid the inevitability of his fluttering heart. 

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summertime sadness .9. finale

the last time

Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: non con (rough sex)

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky and dark!Loki and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: The reader makes up her mind.

Note: So this is the end, but I am leaving a possible third addition open in the future but not anytime soon. We’ve followed our reader so far and in my head she’s still growing. No spoilers but this one’s bittersweet.💋

<3 Let me know what you think in a reblog, reply, or like. I’m loving the feedback from y'all and the enthusiasm! Also as always, memes accepted.

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You were at the townhouse at eight but you were certain to linger outside till quarter after before you knocked. You checked your phone and slid it in your pocket. Loki was seething as he answered the door, his nose was swollen and purple around his left nostril; close to broken but not quite. You repressed a smile and entered with an apology.

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