Hi.What's ur ideal type in men? Like, lookswise if you know what i mean
iām picky with the pengers so hereās a pinterest board i made with the āvibeā i want him to have (why do i feel like a random sugar daddy asked me this question hiding behind an anon š)
someone sporty and disgustingly well read pls! š
i miss you 2012 avengers. i miss you the avengers tower. i miss you irondad and spiderson. i miss you meme lord shuri and peter. i miss you loki lingering in the tower for no other reason than that he's the main love interest. i miss you poptart-eating thor. i miss you grumpy bucky barnes. i miss you old man, chronically offline steve rogers. i miss you clint in the vents. i miss you girls night with wanda and natasha. i miss you resurrected, shamelessly flirty pietro. i miss you clueless, socially inept vision. i miss you the rare bruce banner feature. i miss you sassy sam wilson. i miss you cheeky reader who always called fury by his first name. i miss you super nanny phil coulson. i miss you christmas avengers blurbs in the middle of the fanfiction written by an autistic 14 year old. i miss you ššš
A fluffy fluffy meet cute idea Iād love to elaborate on: You just moved into your apartment and meet your new neighbors. Bit of a crackfic.
"Thanks again for letting me borrow the scissors" You handed Sam a plate of cookies, your way of saying thank you for the number of things you had to borrow while most of your things were still packed in boxes, "Sorry for the trouble"
"Of course, anything you need, just knock. So this is why you asked if I had any allergies-" He said with a grin, now fully focused on the sweet scent of freshly baked goods, "-If it means I'll keep getting cookies, take whatever you want. C'mon in, I'll grab em for you"
He lead you inside stopping at the kitchen first, humming at the still warm treats, scarfing one down in one bite. "These are amazing, Bucky's gonna love these, he loves peanut butter"
"Who's Bucky" You asked just as you spotted a rubber bone on the floor beside a water bowl.
"A big pain in my ass who takes up too much space on my couch and eats all my food. He might look cute but looks are deceiving. He's lucky I haven't stuck him in the pound-" Sam said with a shake of his head, the rest of his sentence interrupted by a crash followed by a bark and a grunt in the living room.
"Can't leave those two alone, I swear" He chuckled, motioning for you to follow him, taking you to the living room.
āThatās Reginald and Buckyā Sam waved over to the den where a very happy goldendoodle sat across his couch, ignoring the handsome super soldier who was splayed across the floor with a leash tangled around his feet. You tried to stifle a laugh while Sam full on cackled at the sight, cocking his eyebrow at his friend who was still trying to work out how he ended up on the floor.
"Hey buddy, come say hi-" Before Sam could finish, you were already being greeted with plenty of licks, the fur babies tail wagging a million miles a minutes, "Alright don't scare her off now, c'mere"
"He's a sweetie" You giggled, giving him a scratch behind the ears, ignoring the little flip you felt in your stomach when Sam's friend managed to untangle himself with a sheepish smile, giving you a little wave.
You didn't stay too long, still having to unpack a bunch of boxes, saying bye to the three along with a promise of more cookies (and you were definitely happy to bring over more cookies if it meant seeing Sams cute friend).
The rest of the week went by smoothly, finally getting settled into your space alone with bumping into Sam often in the hall.
"Sorry if Bucky and I were making a lot of noise, he's still figuring out this leash thing"
"He loves those cookies, practnically likced the plate clean when I wasn't looking"
"We went out on a run today, Reggie loves his exercise and Bucky loves the park so it works"
Then there was the most interesting conversation you had the day before.
"Not trying to be weird but...what do you think of Bucky"
"Bucky?"
"Yeah, you know, big, brown unkempt fluff, a little squirrely but he means well"
"He's cute!" You looked at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world earning a smile from Sam. "Why...why do you ask"
"Just a hunch, I think he likes you" He gave you a light nudge having seen the shared glances between you two, not noticing the strange look you gave him.
"That's...great" Maybe he was looking for you to petsit, why was he phrasing it like he was trying to hook you up with his dog "I mean I love do- Sam's phone cut you off before you could finish, pausing the conversation for later. Hm.
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You hauled up your groceries, setting them down in front of your door while fishing for the keys, hearing the patter of paws down the hall as soon as the elevator dinged open along with shouting voices. You giggled at the chaos that ensued, 50lbs of fur and fluff bounding towards you and knocking you right over.
"Oh my Goodness!" A very wet nose nudged your cheek along with a loving lick to your face, followed by another, "Bucky-Bucky wait! Get off baby, let me get up"
Sam and Bucky stopped dead in their tracks eyes wide while you managed to finally sit up, confused at the sudden burst of laughter you heard from the side.
āWait-ā Sam wheezed, āyou thought the dogs name was Bucky?ā
You frowned, your hand stopping mid pet, staring up at the two men in confusion, "What are you talking about, isn't this-who is Bucky?"
"This is Bucky" Sam was nearly in tears, pointing to his very human, brunette haired best friend whose ears were now red. "And that is Reginald" He gave his dog a pat, "I can't believe you thought the dog was Bucky, it's too good"
āWell, what kind of name is Reginald for a dog!?ā
"Wait, you thought I'm Reginald?" Bucky snapped back to reality, scrunching his face at Sam's continued laughter, "Glad you're enjoying this"
āWhat kind of name is Bucky?!ā You shook your head, "You said he loved peanut butter! and the park!"
"He does" Sam grinned, giving Bucky a light shove before picking up the leash and heading towards his door.
"What's wrong with peanut butter" Bucky said with a pout, now moving to help you to your feet, "here let me get that" He grabbed your groceries while you fiddled with the lock, opening the door.
"Thanks, didn't think you to be a peanut butter cookie kinda guy" You giggled, not noticing Sam throw Bucky a wink and a thumbs up, leaving him alone with you. Your heart fluttered as you unpacked your groceries, now thinking about the conversation you had with Sam earlier, very much not about his dog-
āMy-my name's not actually Bucky, it's James" His lips quirked up to a shy smile, huffing a laugh when he heard Reggie bark from the other side of the wall, "Also Sam told me about a conversation he had with your yesterday, I didn't tell him to ask you anything so if you're uncomfortable-
"You mean when I told him Bucky is cute?" You stopped his rambling, your cheeks heating up, "Well, I thought he was talking about his dog when he asked me. I would have said handsome if I had known he was asking about you"
That was all he really needed to hear, a smirk making its way to his lips, a bit of his 40s charm starting to slip back into place, "Maybe we could go out for di-
"Hey y/n, give him some belly rubs for me!" Sam's muffled voice carried through the wall, making you laugh while Bucky groaned.
"He's never going to let me forget this"
"Dinner sounds great" You bit your lip, taking Bucky's outstretched hand.
please read: a side character guide/do i need to watch obx?
*chapter order is subject to change
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prologue: rafe and the beginning of the End āæ
chapter one: you and rafe meet at the beginning of the End of the World āæ
chapter two: reader kills her first zombie āæ
chapter three: reader gets jealous āæ
chapter four: reader gets attacked while Rafe is gone āæ
ā°āā¤ bonus chapter: reader has a realization āæ
chapter five: Rafe and reader are... friends now? āæ
chapter six: reader has a close call with a zombie āæ
ā°āā¤ bonus chapter: reader gets her period āæ
chapter seven: reader comforts Rafe after a nightmare āæ
ā°āā¤ bonus chapter: reader catches Rafe jerking off āæ
chapter eight: their first time āæ
ā°āā¤ bonus chapter: reader gets hypothermia āæ
chapter nine: the first "I love you" āæ
chapter ten: fucking in a sleeping bag to stay warm āæ
chapter eleven: reader learns her lesson āæ
chapter twelve: reader meets someone unexpected āæ
chapter thirteen: reader tells Rafe about JJ āæ
chapter fourteen: reader is completely alone now āæ
ā°āā¤bonus chapter: rafe is completely alone now āæ
chapter fifteen: the reunion āæ
ā°āā¤ bonus chapter: the first night back together āæ
ā°āā¤ bonus chapter: and what about jj? āæ
ā°āā¤bonus chapter: reader and rafe on a date āæ
chapter sixteen: the pregnancy scare chapter āæ
ā°āā¤ bonus chapter: reader stops rafe from killing jj (not really... maybe) āæ
ā°āā¤ bonus chapter: the "proposal" chapter āæ
chapter original versions
chapter one (OG version)
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AN: I am in the process of rewriting this series, because I love it more than anything and I want to expand on stuff and add more details in! And in anticipation for that, I wanted to make a new masterlist!Ā
maybe manipulative bsf! michael would have a little bit of a breeding kink but also on the way of like us being completely his ā¦.
why do i have literal freaky shakespeares in my inbox... (18+ mdni, this is lowkey disgusting?)
coldness dawns on your skin. michael has moved into his new house. heās completely on his own now, without his siblings, and youāre the first person to visit his new place.
thereās no furniture yet, only a lone mattress on the cold floor, and a couple of cardboard boxes scattered around. no television. no radio. no nothing, to keep you occupied.
only you and him. alone. you keep shivering, no warmth around to caress your skin. āyou cold, sugar?ā michael asks you, thumb rubbing over your cheek. you nod back, a small pout gracing your lips.
āi know somethinā that could warm yāup.ā
twenty minutes and two mind-numbing orgasms later, youāre completely naked under michael, your small hole trying to shelter michaelās thick cock as he slides in and out of you.
youāre so fucking stuffed. the tip of his dick prods deliciously against your cervix, and you swear you see the gates of heaven open right in front of your eyes when you feel his slimey member scrape along your gummy walls.
sweat is pooling on the edge of your eyebrow. and best believe, youāre not cold anymore.
ātaking me sāfuckinā well, baby,ā michael sighs, hips rolling into yours.
you interrupt him with a dreamy sigh as his tip pushes against your cervix again. āah, michaelāā your manicured fingers disappear in his hair. āthe neighbours, theyāā
āāwill know youāre mine, baby,ā he shushes you, ever so sweetly. āyouāre so fucking stuffed, look at that.ā
michaelās eyes flick down to where the sacred vision of his cock bulges through your soft skin everytime he bottoms out. āwanna make yāmine, yeah? friends for so long,ā
your wet eyes zero in on his lips, not processing his words, only the pleasure. āgotta strengthen the bond, baby.ā
āyeahā yeah, oh my god mikey,ā you nod enthusiastically, leg cramping as michael hoists your leg up higher, giving him deeper access. āfriends fāso long. since we were little.ā
āwanna see you as a mama. so bad,ā michael speaks, jackhammering into you now. āyāgonna raise my children. be a beautiful mommy. gonā giveāy the fuckinā world.ā
the moans you release are way too loud, you know that too. but a part of you loves the picture michael is painting: you and him forever, a picture perfect family. beautiful children. millions of animals. a ginormous garden.
āwanna tie yādown. yābelong to me. our house now, yeah, sweet girl?ā
your ankles cross behind michaelās back, silently agreeing with him. keeping him trapped inside of you. āyesā please, mikey.ā
āgonna give yāeverything, baby,ā your best friend explains, gradually getting delirious, your walls hugging his length perfectly. āfuckinā loads, gonna breed that pussy full. not gonna pull out,ā
his hips slam into yours one more time, and then you feel the warm liquid slosh inside of you. it fills you up like a balloon, like a little packet being injected with his cum. for you to carry.
it sloshes inside of you as michael keeps thrusting in you, hips stuttering as he shoots his semen in your little alley.
after spurting three more loads in you, you feel so sticky and filled. your entrance totally abused and wide as you lay on your side with michael behind you on the christened mattress.
michael hums approvingly when he sees how your drooling hole gapes open, his sperm leaking on your thigh.
his cock is still slick and soft, but hardens almost instantly when he pushes into you again. the wet, squelching sound your pussy makes should put him off. but literally nothing would stop michael from keeping his cum in you until itād take.
āgonna plug yāup,ā his cock serves as a rod, stopping his cum from meandering out of your little hole. letting his semen marinate your insides.
your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your hole filling up again, stretching around your best friendās cock. you feel satisfied, full, like heās in your lungs.
one of michaelās hands lingers on your boob, slowly fondling with your soft, cute nipples, while the other stays on your mound, unconsciously pushing you against his cock again.
āyeah, fall asleep on me, baby. not goinā anywhere.ā
a/n: PLEASE. please. donāt have a guy cockwarm you after he came in you. use protection first of all, but seriously, cockwarming after can cause stds and infections and weird shit to your body.
+ i'm not a porn lover at all but imagine manipulative bsf!michael convincing you to watch porn with him lmaoooo
+ donāt rlly like stories abt children so pleaseeee no reqs abt them suddenly raising children tgt pls š„¹
how about this..š its kind off?? similar to ur recent fic but its like mike telling u to hold ur pee in and like pressing down on ur bladder nd praising u for doing so well LMFAOOO weird ass kink i know..
babe. i am so sorry. but i am not going to write something with a piss kink. just not my thing, i'm sorry. you are so so so welcome to request something else you find sexy in the bedroom. i'm pretty open-minded but piss/scat/non-con/rape/pet play is off the table for me. sorry i'm so fucking vanilla but i would like to write about stuff i have kind of a reference to, you know what i mean? š
i don't wanna let you down but i gotta set my boundaries here ā”
AAAAAAAHHH thank you so much my love š¤š§ always nice to meet a fellow jhene aiko listener. she's soooo talented, her voice can always calm me down so i listen to the trigger protection mantra a lot when im anxious š
but aside from that my favourite jhene songs (because i cant choose one) are remember, wading, sailing NOT selling, trip, lyin king, the vapors, 3:16 AM.
just basically souled out and sail out, both albums entirely. love love love her </3 i just love a woman who can be super sweet and cute, but also so badass and powerful at the same time.
what are ur thoughts on michaels taste in perfume? (bal a versailles, calvin klein eternity for women & obsession for men, tom ford black orchid & white patchouli)
hmmm tbf haven't been to the shops in quite a while so i genuinely don't really know, i've never owned anything tom ford. i do know calvin klein ā eternity and i wasn't a big fan of that...
patchouli is one of my favourite scents though, i have a hand cream, and a body shower oil with a patchouli lavender vanilla smell. so i'm pretty sure i'd like the white patchouli one
i yearn for your posts like i yearn for neymar at barƧa.
thank u thank u thank u for feeding us with your fics because they are beyond amazing. i love chatting with you and i love reading whatever you post no matter if itās out of pocket or not š
your writing is seriously amazing, not to mention your ideas are spectacular aswell, youāre just perfect overall
iām keeping this short but i adore u so much my baby i love u i love u i love uuuuu ššš
BABY i love you like reus loves dortmund, like messi loves barƧa, like thierry henry loves the arsenal, like maldini loves ac milan, like thomas muller loves bayern, like johan cruyff loves ajax, like dybala loves juve <3
aaaaaand!!! the wc is starting in a couple of days, what country are you supporting???
your hands are so blessed. you have a gift of weiting such amazing beautiful art!!!!!! (ur fics) they're literally creating little pieces of art that so many people treasure and love. thank you for sharing your creativity with us and for putting so much care into everything you write. i adore you more than words can explain. ily ily ily forever !!! ššš
iāve been staring at your message for five minutes. i donāt even know what to say. iām getting a little emotional, anon. i took a two month break from tumblr back in november all the way to january because i felt so so so lonely here on tumblr.
itās crazy, going from feeling so alone and neglected on the internet to ājustā receiving a message like this in my inbox on a tuesday eveningā¦ i genuinely donāt know what i did to receive such kind words.
i fucking lost it when you said that my hands are blessed. iāve wanted to be a writer since i could hold a pen, andā¦ this justā¦ wow. i am so so so deeply touched.
i love you. thatās all i can say. thank you and i love you. i love my followers, my moots so much. the kind comments i am privileged enough for to receive on a daily basis. the messages that carry so much love in them, appreciation FOR ME. you have such a way of touching my heart, my baby.
i promise to you that iāll do right by you. i hope i can make you happy. i will never. NEVER. stop writing with dedication. i love YOU. every person who likes, comments, interacts. every person who comes across my fics on tumblr and decides to not read my stuff. and no, i admire you instead. the fact that you popped in my inbox to tell me this shows me you have a heart of gold.
thank you your taking the time out of your day to share this with me. i know i say this a lot, but i never take kindness like this lightly. i am eternally grateful for your message.
p.s. when iām done with my thesis, i promise iāll give back all the love iāve been receiving. i want you guys to have the best of the best (because you deserve no less).
john logan gets a bit too flirty with you during your tutoring session . ā”
āso here, webster actually argues against the modernisation of the welfare stateā¦ā your eyes flit to logan, his thick forearms planted on the table next to you. he looks at you intently, his pencil looking comically small between his long fingers as he traces the point over his lips.Ā
you slam your pen down on the glossy page of your textbook. āwhat are you looking at, john?ā
the brunet shrugs, his casual tee etched perfectly on his torso, tanned arms peeking out. ānothing,ā he says with a smug smile, ācanāt i look at you, baby?āĀ
you snap your fingers in front of his face. āfocus, logan. you have an exam next week, and if i donāt get you prepared, iāmāāĀ Ā
logan places his larger, thicker hand on yours, rendering you completely speechless. ādonāt worry. i got it. i learned from the best.ā his fingers lightly stroke over your knuckles, soothing you, cheeky smile on his beautiful face.Ā
you release a sigh, the pressure in your lungs alleviating. a breathy chuckle follows: āyeah, well, you still have to study.ā
and logan just looks at you like you hung the moon, not processing one word you just said, completely enthralled with everything you do: your smile, your eyes, the way you explain all the concepts of the required literature without making him feel dumb.Ā
he hooks his hand around the leg of your chair. āwhy you sittinā so far away, honey?āĀ
you freeze in your movements as logan pulls you closer to him by the leg of your chair. you listen to the scraping sound of the wooden chair against the floor in the empty dining room.Ā
closer and closer, until your chair bumps into his. your knees are touching, and his strong arms are just inches from yours. his smell, his warmth, it makes you feel all jittery. john logan makes you feel all jittery.Ā
āi like you way better here.ā
a/n: heās loyal, heās gentle, he fixes peopleās shit, he cares, he yearns. thatās daddy fr
I love how raw and nasty you writeā¦I was wondering if we could get super freak (shy) pervy sub mike? And he has an oral fixation and possibly body worships your legs while heās on his knees? For science? (Preferably otw or thriller era) š
thank you baby for the compliment š¤ i have been taking pride in my explicit writing style for the past couple of days and have embraced my freak completely!
iāve incorporated only part of your request, namely the oral fixation in terms of giving reader head. if youād prefer i write a whole other piece about michael and body worshipping, feel free to send another ask ml
