Its totally fine! I freaking love when I get asks! People don’t realize how much creators like me appreciate asks!
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He had you face down on the bed, fucking into you deeply. It was your one year anniversary and he was letting you know how much he still loved you. Even after having to hide your relationship for 12 months. You weren’t famous, you weren’t a political figure. You were just someone who owned a flower shop down the street. Duncan wanted to keep you out of the spotlight and keep you safe from the media for the time being.
He rolled his hips, leaving love bites up and down your neck. You moaned softly, his name spilling from your lips every now and then. He always made sure to make love to you every chance he got. When your orgasms hit, he came deep inside you.
Before you two could recover from your highs, Annette burst into Duncan’s room. She screamed in surprise as Duncan quickly covered you both.
“Jesus, Duncan! You could at least let me know when you have a girl over!” She huffed,
“I don’t have to tell you anything! It’s my apartment, mom!” He replied angrily.
She looked at you both when you were covered. She looked at you “I know you. Aren’t you the florist who arranged the flowers for Duncan’s birthday party last year? Y/N?” She asked. You were red in the face, and a bit surprised she even remembered you.
You nodded “Yea. Um… That’s me” you said. She smiled and glanced at Duncan and back to you before stepping out and closing the door.
You and Duncan started at each other for a minute. You cracked a smile and before you knew it, you were both bursting with laughter. Well, at least it was no longer a secret.
More Lotor content?? On my blog?? It’s more likely than you think.
You’re slowly roused from your sleep, and you give a small whine of protest, hoping whatever woke you up would go away.
Something soft presses against your neck and you sleepily swat your hand in what you hope was at least close to its general direction.
All you manage to swipe at is the air and you here a chuckle from behind you and you finally manage to register not what, but who woke you up. He softly drags his knuckles up and down your arm, leaning in to press another kiss to your neck.
“Fuck off, I’m tired,” you grumble, doing your best to curl away from Lotor.
His chest is pressed against your back, and you can feel the way his laugh vibrates against you. “Good morning to you too my love. Or should I say good afternoon? We’ve slept for a little over nine vargas.” He presses another light kiss beneath your ear and you hum in response.
Still not opening your eyes, you roll over so you’re facing him, and blindly grope around until your hand lands on his face. What starts off as slightly muffled chuckles from Lotor turns into full laughter as you try – and fail – to kiss him, your lips instead landing on his chin.
“I’m glad that by some stroke of luck, you were never called to fight right after waking up. Your coordination is terrible.” Lotor muses, his tone teasing as he tucks some of your hair behind your ear.
“Oh shut up,” you huff, “I’m extra tired today and it’s all your fault. You were unusually… insatiable, last night.” Finally peeking open your eyes, you see Lotor’s head squished against his pillow, a few strands of hair hanging in front of his eyes. Drifting your eyes a little lower, you see the hickeys you gave him last night and you smile. Then, of course, his chest, rising and falling slowly. You can see the top of his hip bones, but any lower is covered by the blanket. Not that you need to see it anyway. After last night you could certainly never forget it.
“Oh, that was your fault, my love.” Lotor voices, pulling your thoughts back to the present, “You just had to look so good during the wedding. During our wedding.”
You can hear the grin in his voice, and you turn your head to look at him, smiling as well. Lotor takes it as the perfect opportunity to cup your chin and pull you into a kiss. Despite Lotor’s insistence on you two getting up, you can tell he’s just as tired as you. The kiss is lazy and sloppy, and you’re pretty sure you managed to get a little drool on your husband’s chin. When you pull away, you bury your head in his neck.
“I don’t want to get up,” you protest.
“But we should.”
“Probably.”
“But you won’t, will you?”
You give a negative hum, shaking your head slightly to further back up your answer.
Lotor sighs after a moment, finally settling back into bed, pulling the blankets back up to your shoulders. “Then we don’t have to.”
“I love you,” you mumble, already half asleep again.
“I love you too.”
“Oh and Lotor?” you start, bumping your head against his chin a little as you shift.
“Hm?” Lotor’s already snoozing off again as well.
“If you even think of kissing me with that morning breath again, we’re getting a divorce,” you state with finality, peeking open your eyes to look at him again.
A tired half-smile spreads across his face and he holds you a little tighter, finally drifting off to sleep again.
a/n: here you go anon! sorry that this took so long to get out, i’m stretched pretty thin right now and ooof updating times are funny to find. hope that what i did manage to come up with is okay!
Jesse can be a bit of a snot, but he’s always polite and respectful when it comes to feeding off of you. Making sure that you are relaxed and okay at the very beginning of the relationship for him to take a nibble every now and again.
The bites are painless. The pain that should exist never has and never will.
Each one leaves you feeling warm, and even more relaxed than before, which happens with every bite from what Jesse has told you. Fearful or stressed out prey make for horrible meals.
Those little kisses that Jesse gives you after the bites make it even better, trailing from where the bite is up to your neck and to your lips. Or from the bite and to where your heart is beating.
Jesse hums, happy and content while rubbing soothing circles into your back while you muse with his hair and continue whatever it is you are doing.
Jesse is a happy, touchy and lover afterward. Entwining his fingers with your own to even picking you up and spinning you around. Loves cuddling afterward or just being near you.
The sound of your heartbeat and laughter are Jesse’s two favorite sounds in the world.
You only have eyes for Haurchefant as he leads you out into the middle of the dance floor. Surrounded by friends and family as the first notes of the song you’d chosen for your first dance fill the air.
Haurchefant gazes back at you adoringly, his heart in his eyes and on his lips as he smiles at you like you hung the moon.
His lips part as he pulls you closer still, his lips to your cheek as he hums along to the melody. His nose brushing over your cheek. His hands cradling the dip of your back, and holding steady between your shoulders as he dips you.
“I love you,” You whisper to him softly.
Haurchefant’s smile could make flowers bloom. “I love you. Marry me.”
You laugh. “You’ve asked me every day up until now, Haurchefant. And besides, I just did. I already said I do, so you’ll not get rid of me now.”
Haurchefant grins. “I thought I’d ask just one more time. This is the happiest moment of my life so far.”
You smile as he dips you again, stealing a kiss as your guests clap and laugh. Flower petals and champagne fill the air to fall down around you. It was magical.
“So far?” You tease, quirking a brow playfully as Haurchefant twirls you away and then pulls you back into his arms.
Haurchefant strokes a hand over your cheek, brushing your lower lip with his thumb. “I want every day to be the happiest we’ve ever been, my love. We’re married now.”
“Every day with you is the happiest I’ve ever been.”
Haurchefant makes sweet sound as the song comes to a close, pulling you in just to hold you. His lips seek yours, cradling your face in his hands.
“I love you,” you sigh.
Haurchefant smiles. “I love you more.”
Cheeky. “I love you most.”
Haurchefant laughs. “I’ll prove my love every day until the world ends!”
Another song starts. You tug him close by the tie, smiling fondly, “Dance with me, husband-mine.”
((Oh, you guys know I’m a sucker for formal terms of endearment. Of course I will, dearest💛💛💛))
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This had been the night you confessed your feelings to Shoji, the masked boy who had stolen your heart. He was always so gentle with you, making sure his hugs were never too hard and that he never raised his voice at you. Your conversations were always dripping with substance and his compassion made your heart swell. He was truly a kindred soul.
You asked him to meet with you in front of the dorms that night, hoping he would be know the wiser of your intentions. Shoji had accepted, a dark blush covering his face, but you could barely see that.
You waited for him, basking in the light of the moon and twirling the hem of your jacket sleeve, half hoping he wouldn’t show. Shouji was a wonderful friend, and his actions and words towards you were always kind…you just wished he wouldn’t reject your advances. As you pondered this, you heard a distinct creak and low and behold, out he came from the dorms.
“Y/N? What did you need?” His voice was low and warm, resonating in your chest and making your cheeks radiate heat like never before. You breathed deeply, mentally preparing yourself for rejection…if he didn’t accept you, it’d be okay…you’d still be friends, at least. That’d be okay. You gathered your composure and began to speak.
“Shouji! I just..u-um” Your face turned a brazen shade of crimson, and it felt as if you could hardly breathe. “Shouji, I w-wanted to say I-I”
You felt a strong hand on your drastically smaller shoulder, the deed steadying you. You looked up the arm into Shoji’s face, his dark eyes holding the calm maturity you fell in love with. In his eyes, you felt grounded. You felt safe, above all else. He nodded in response to your silence, urging you on.
“ Shoji…You’re extremely smart and c-capable, you’re bound to be a fantastic hero….I just wanted to say…I-I really l-like you” Your gaze fixated on him once again, detecting a blush crawling up his cheeks. The two of you stood in silence for a moment, the atmosphere thick with awkward teenage pining and yearning. Your words then came out rushed, as if your mouth couldn’t get your thoughts out fast enough. “I mean,i-if you don’t feel the same, th-”
“Can I kiss you right now?” His voice was soft and sincere, sense of urgency evident in his tone.
“W-what?!” Your hands flung to grip the large hand on your shoulder. Slowly,yet surely, Shoji’s hand graced your cheek, caressing the smooth skin that he had known for so long. He brought another one of his many hands to your other cheek, cradling your face like the delicacy of a babydoll.
“Can I kiss you right now, please?” The voice of the large boy echoed around your mind, two more of his hands placing themselves gently on your hips. Your mind raced, but before you could think through your decision, you accepted.
Shoji leaned down to you, removing his mask to reveal two soft lips, slightly chapped, but otherwise perfect. You involuntarily lifted yourself onto your tiptoes, closing the gap between you two with a sweet and tender kiss.
The moment the letter catches his eye, he bursts into the house screaming at Sans about how he’s received his first bit of fanmail. Finally, his fanbase is rearing it’s head!! He’s going to read this at once, for all to hear of his coolness!!
“Dear Papyrus--” Wowie, this handwriting looks familiar! He must know this Anonymous Fan. “Allow me to describe some complex feelings to you. Feelings like love, adoration, contentment, wholehearted dedication–”
Oh. Ohmygod. Sans do you know what this is. It’s a love letter!! He’s received an anonymous love letter!!! Ohmygod!! Ohmygod!!! It takes a little bit of hinting from Sans for Papyrus to finally put the dots together.
That adorable handwriting. The sweet scent, undeniably like that perfume you wear sometimes. The gentle, incredible way you word things, nearly identical to the way this letter is written!! You wrote him this letter!!! Ohmygod!!! A. A. A. A. A.
He’s torn between immediately confronting you about it, before he realizes. No!! This must be handled delicately!!! You are obviously trying to surpass him in Dating, & he has never been beaten–except maybe once before. For a gift like this, he must write you something in return!!!!
Ahem. “Dear Incredibly Anonymous Sender…”
Napstablook:
When they see the letter sitting on their desk, they think it might be a bill at first. They don’t get a lot of mail, since most of it goes to Mettaton, but…
They open it anyway. It smells nice, like flowers. Oh. They recognize your handwriting. Did you write this for them? That’s nice. Then they read it.
Oh. Oh no. This is so sweet. You really like them that much? You really think they’re cool? They’re not that great. They don’t think they deserve this much, but…it definitely makes them happy. It’s a very nice gift, thank you so much.
They set it down after a moment, unable to hide the tiny smile on their face. They don’t know what to do to make it up to you, but they’ll think of something. For now, they’re happy.
They love you, a lot. & they’re happy you love them, too.
Mettaton:
When he sees it, he thinks it’s just another letter from one of his adorable fans. But then he opens it, & instantly the smell of roses overwhelm him. What’s more, he recognizes that handwriting. It’s yours.
He’s shocked. He doesn’t know how to react, as he reads the letter, letting it all soak in. The way you describe your love for him, like a poet to their muse, makes his circuits buzz & his SOUL tremble. Your words are carefully picked, dripping with all the drama & romance that he adores so much. You did all this for him. You love him this much.
He doesn’t even get to the end before he’s putting in an order for a private table at his fanciest establishment for you both that evening, following it up with a personal visit to your workplace to greet you–a specialty-made bouquet/chocolate order of all your favorites in hand.
– First and foremost he’s going to try and keep you out of the camera eye of the paparazzi if he knows you don’t feel comfortable with it. Monster or human, they can be complete savages, darling, and some of them will stop at nothing to get their picture. It’s the life of a star, sweetheart, but you don’t have to be burnt out by it.
– If he hears someone saying unpleasant things about/to you, he’ll be over there before you can say “fabulous”, and he is not happy at all. He will be glaring down at whoever upset you with a small, irritated twitch, and an overly sickening sweet voice asking “Would you like to repeat that to me, darling?” This usually intimidates most people enough to leave.
– If the situation starts to escalate, he’s going to whisk you behind him with a flourish, but he’s going to enjoy the drama that ensues. After all, it’s what he’s best at, right?
aaaa this is soo cute! ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ) im sorry if it seems poorly written but i hope you enjoy!
Papyrus:
You watched the fire flicker on the candle slowly, holding back the urge to run your hand across it and engulf its warmth on your hands. The power was out all over the town, so you’ve decided to spend the night with Papyrus, wanting to have some company. Papyrus hummed softly, folding the clothes in ease and often stealing glances of you from time to time. He watched as you blew the fire gently and let out a small laugh, which flustered him a bit. He noticed the light of the fire going out as you repeated your actions once more but in a quicker manner. He blinked and thought for a moment before speaking up. “WOW HUMAN, YOU’RE REALLY GIVING THAT CANDLE A REAL BLOWJOB!”
You stopped your actions and slowly processed what he said, a fit of loud laughter escaping your lips right after. Papyrus jumped back in shock and a tad blush colored his cheekbones as he listened to your laughter howl throughout the room. He felt his heart jump out of his chest and was unable to take his eyes off of you. He wasn’t aware of what made you laugh in his sentence but was glad he said it anyways. He wondered how a human being could be so attractive. He just wanted to engulf you in his arms and kiss you on the spot, but stopped himself. You wiped your eye contently and looked at a blushing and awestrucked Papyrus. “Pap, you okay? Ha..” He broke from his train of thought and grinned brightly at you. “YOUR LAUGH IS VERY MELODIC AND BEAUTIFUL, HUMAN!”
Mettaton:
You were currently tugging on Mettatons arm, whining loudly at him. “Metta, you promised me you’d sing for me!” He chuckled at your immature behavior, but honestly, that’s what he genuinely loved about you. He smirked teasingly and continued ‘reading’ his book, causing you to cross your arms playfully and pout. “C’mon, please! I don’t care what song anymore!” He rolled his eyes childishly and closed his book, sending you a flirtatious wink. “Fine, you won me over, darling.” He stood from his seat and strutted his way to the open space in front of you with a look of confidence on his face. “Prepared to be blown away, darling.~” He began singing one of your all time favorites without missing a beat. Oh god, his voice literally gave you goosebumps, it was far beyond advanced.
You watched every one of his movements and listened to every beat of his voice, admiring each moment. Well, that was until he had come across a very loud, unsettling voice crack that you knew you weren’t gonna let him live down. He then realized his mistake and slapped a hand on his mouth in embarrassment. He was ready to speak until he heard laughter fill the room and looked at your hunched figure. He felt a spark ignite in his chest and his mind was set on you. Hell, you never failed to surprise him. He felt so proud that he was able to trigger such a beautiful laugh from his crush. Oh, he was definitely head over heels over you. He let out a genuine smile and walked up to you, embracing you in his arms gently. “My, my.. You should laugh more often. Its music to my ears.” He whispered into your ear softly, a grin dancing on his lips.
Sans:
Honestly, you were trying not laugh at Sans puns at the moment. They were horribly ridiculous but you had to admit, it did often trigger your humorous side second by second. Sans was attempting to make you laugh wholeheartedly, craving that one, melodic sound that you had barely made. You were currently trying to distract yourself by playing video games and pretending to throw a small fit. “Hey kid, wanna hear hear a vacuum joke?” You gulped nervously, trying to ignore his comments and questions. He grinned lazily and shrugged it off, telling the joke anyways. “Nevermind, it sucks.” You nearly dropped the controller, biting back a laugh for the tenth time. Sans grinned widened as he told another one. “I know these jokes get under your skin..”
“Sans, please-”
“…But nothing goes through mine.” You dropped the controller, which let out a loud thud and began laughing uncontrollably, holding onto your sides. Sans has heard only a small laugh come out of you and was easily pleased by that but right now, pleased was definitely an understatement. He was baffled by your laugh and felt himself melt into it unconsciously. Your laugh was beyond dreamy to him and oh god, he could listen to this forever if he had the chance. He observed your facial expression and felt his grin grow wider by the second. He picked up your controller and shyly sent you a flustered look. “I should make you laugh more often.” You chuckled and hugged him, thanking him for the jokes. “You win, loser.” His shoulders tensed a bit but hugged back, wanting to enjoy the moment for now.
reasons bucky barnes is too good for this world collected from both the mcu and comics, feel free to add if you like
as the winter soldier he botched a shot because a little girl got in his line of fire
his first christmas as himself again he gave a wad of cash to a homeless vietnam vet
after the events in washington d.c. he returned to his handlers but didn’t kill them (just beat ‘em up a little) bc he didn’t want to spill anymore blood
he got really emotional when the young avengers patriot, hawkeye, and vision saluted him and said it was an honor to work with him
once told off one of his soviet handlers for suggesting that the black widow belonged to anyone
visits his little sister at the alzheimer’s hospital where she lives
has actually uttered the words “holy cow” on screen
wanted to be a park ranger
saw Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs in theaters with his dad and little sister
actually put his hair in a manbun and wore an apron over his uniform to make eggs and bacon for himself and steve
builds model spaceships while living on a spaceship in space
adopted a space aardvark he found in chains, scared, and alone
also adopted a tiny child who has been known to be an actual menace bc she had been used as a weapon and he knows what that’s like
his name is literally “bucky barnes”
plums???
lives by the code W.W.S.D. (What Would Steve Do) when things are looking tricky
sat with a couple of kids on the fourth of july to watch the fireworks while eating a red, white, and blue popsicle
when pressed to choose a restaurant, he always chooses pancake houses
his idea of fun includes going to futuristic science fairs
he makes Steve look sensible with how reckless he tends to be
he always felt inadequate, but still fought nose to nose with super powered people even while he had no abilities
he put on a brave face from a young age because he didn’t want to disappoint others
he always puts others first and is compassionate to others’ suffering
he curses all the time, but he also makes jokes all the time, often at his own expense
he also makes Steve laugh and ribs him all the time
his plans are usually throwing himself headfirst and winging it
Sam, Steve and Natasha often have to go save/back up his reckless ass
he’s polite to vendors, elders, young children, veterans,
Namor actually (begrudingly) likes him
he’s actually really neat and can’t handle how messy other avengers are
Wolverine can’t stop calling him kid
thinks every avenger should carry guns and doesn’t get why they don’t
changes the design of the star on his arm to fit someone he wants to pay tribute to
doesn’t even see how good he is
Also a few more from comic canon because 616!Bucky is my darling son I always wanna talk about:
Likes anything sweet: chocolate, pies, popsicles, candy, pancakes, cookies, cake, just about anything with sugar
Loves games and bets (arguably cheats tho)
Lowkey pouts when scolded
Loves gymnastics
It was pointed out before, but I’ll say again because it’s like 70% of who he is: likes to make people laugh (and also happy)
Says if he has to compare everything with fighting nazis he’ll never get to complain about anything, so he never compares stuff to nazis because he wants to complain damnit
CUDDLY AF
he’s “too busy taking care of everyone else to do it for himself” according to his sister
thinks people he loves are better off away from him (they’re not)
texts with Steve when they’re bored
couldn’t believe the avengers would celebrate his birthday
believes in Steve and in Captain America with all his heart
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