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thornsnvultures · 2 years

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Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Every morning, Bucky comes to your store for terrible coffee and maybe something a little sweet on the side.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: fluff, pining, lots of food talk, fingering, dirty talk, pet name (sugar), mild angst, Sam's a little shit but a great (accidental) wingman :3c

a/n: this was written for @buckysbirdie 's #BirthdayBashWritingChallenge 💖 and the prompts I picked were: "🍦 Waffle Cone: Bucky Barnes 🪵 Moose Tracks: Lumberjack 🍮 “I have to leave.” 🍩 “Rock paper scissors for it.” 🌰 “Don’t get shy on me now.” 🍓 Mutual pining 🍫 Friends to lovers"

Birdie, this was so much fun to write, I hope you like it! 💖

a/n 2.0: unbeta'd, moodboard by me, edited by me. if you see any mistakes, no you didn't :)

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Your lumberjack was here again. Well he's not yours exactly, but a girl could dream.

Every morning Bucky Barnes would roll up to your small town's only general store in his big red pick up truck before work at the lumber yard. And every morning you would watch from your perch behind the counter as he'd meander through the short shelves in search of the ancient coffee maker. The coffee that machine produced could only be described as sludge, but he filled a cup to the brim every morning without fail.

You'd told him on more than one occasion that you admired his iron gut for being able to withstand it day in and day out. His usual response was that it was strong, that it put some extra hairs on his chest. Then he would puff said chest out and thump it with a closed fist and the two of you would laugh while your thighs clenched together at the thought of running your fingers through whatever amount of hair really did reside on his thick chest.

You never saw him in less than a thermal Henley or his thick fleece lined coat. Yes, even in the summer time he wore long sleeves. What hid underneath those layers was another in a long list of mysteries you wanted to unravel about the gentle giant.

Most mornings you were the only one who spoke out of the pair of you. Rambling about your weekend plans, past or future, or whatever hijinks your precious cat Turkey had gotten into the day before. But Bucky was always there, listening intently like whatever you said would be the most interesting thing he'd hear all day.

"Ms. Linda said she needed help setting up for Bingo Night at the VFW hall so of course I offered to help since her husband was so generous fixing the hole in the awning above the stoop."

Bucky poured a generous amount of creamer into his cup of sludge. He may boast about not minding the taste, but you saw how many fixings he added every morning.

"Bingo Night, huh? I could see you up there calling numbers for all those old biddies," he smirked at you as he popped the lid on. "It's a shame I can't come, maybe I could've gotten lucky."

A laugh bubbles up and out of you before you could stop it. He can't be serious. He can't be...flirting?

Bucky Barnes does a lot of things. Takes the trash out for his elderly neighbor, offers to shovel the stoop out front of the store when the weather gets rough, and drinks the garbage coffee you make every morning, among many other things. But one thing he's never done before was flirt with you.

You don't know how to respond. You've always liked the man but he's never shown any interest in return. Never taken you up on an offer to get drinks or visit the actual coffee shop in town that makes actually good coffee.

So instead, Bucky's been a good friend. A good, kind friend that had no interest in you in a sexual way. Which was fine. But that kind of talk coming from him out of the blue was baffling.

Why is he flirting with you now after all this time?

The bell above the front door jingles, pulling your attention from his eyes watching you above his styrofoam cup.

"Buck, c'mon we gotta get a move on." Bucky's friend and coworker, Sam, stands in the doorway tapping the silver watch on his wrist.

"Sammy, why're you rushing? Got a hot date?"

Sam laughs and shakes his head.

"No, ma'am. Me and 'loverboy' here have to get in this truck and get a move on. Got a delivery up north to make."

If Sam sees the shocked look on your face, he doesn't say anything about it. You're too shocked to even comment on the 'loverboy' nickname he gave to Bucky just now. Bucky never goes out on the road anymore. Not since the accident that took his arm. He doesn't talk about it much, but everyone else in town sure does. How he had been on the road too long on his own and fell asleep at the wheel. You stopped listening then, when anyone but Bucky decides they have a right to tell his story. Like somehow he died that night and his ghost haunts the lumber yard.

Sam reaches in front of Bucky and grabs the last Ooey Gooey butter cake from the stand by the register.

"Now wait a minute-"

They're Bucky's favorite, he always grabs one before he heads out in the morning.

Sam halts at the door and turns around, slowly beginning to unwrap the package.

"Rock, paper, scissors for it," Bucky practically shouts over the rustling of plastic wrap.

"Bucky, you don't have to-"

Before you can finish your sentence the cake is back on the counter and the men, boys really, are pounding their fists and chanting the words to the game. Bucky's metal fingers open to the shape of a pair of scissors while Sam's stay closed to form a rock.

"Eyyy! Better luck next time, champ." With a smile pointed your way and a, "see you in two weeks," Sam slaps two dollars on the counter and heads back to the truck parked outside.

"Damn."

Bucky looks so cute when he pouts. He'll argue and say he doesn't pout but how else would you describe the way his pink lips purse and the space between his eyebrows crinkles? He's a pouter for sure.

You tell him to wait there for a moment. You've got something better for him in the back. His eyes roam your body like he's searching for...what? You don't know. You're not sure if you want to know with the way he's biting his lip.

You make your escape to the back room just left of the counter and Bucky can't help but follow. Like if he takes his eyes off you for one moment you'll disappear.

It's dark in the storeroom, only enough sunlight to illuminate the desk and chair in the makeshift office that takes up half the space. The other half is full of boxes of snacks and other necessities waiting their turn to be stocked on shelves.

You quickly grab the box you were looking for and turn, bumping into a curious Bucky in the process and spilling half its contents onto the floor.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry, sugar."

Bucky hurriedly bends down to help you pick up the contents of the box. Did he just call you "sugar"?

"It's...fine. Thanks, Buck."

In your arms is a cardboard box full of the butter cakes that Bucky grabs every morning with his coffee.

"Is that..."

"Take them."

Bucky reels back, and that cute crease between his eyebrows returns.

"All of them?"

"Well," you shrug, "Sam said 'two weeks' right? How many do you want for two weeks?"

"Sugar, I can't take that many."

You nudge the box into his arms which he accepts reluctantly.

"If you take all of 'em you won't have to fight over them with Sam."

"He can't have any."

"Bucky!"

You laugh until you realize he's not joking. In fact, Bucky looks quite serious.

"Not if they're from you. He can't have them."

The blue of Bucky's eyes are dark, murky like the lake that sits a few miles outside of town.

You didn't think he would be so possessive over a box of sweets. Or that your kind gesture would mean so much.

"Bucky?"

The box falls to your feet, spilling packaged cakes onto the floor again. But you're not worried about picking them up this time because Bucky's suddenly on you, his hands on your face and walking you backwards and into the desk at your back. You don't even mind the pain when your butt bumps the wooden edge when you feel Bucky's lips on yours.

His stubble is prickly against your skin and he tastes like burnt caffeine but you can't get enough. The rough pads of his fingers caress your cheeks, years of hard labor imprinting on your skin through his touch. The metal of his left hand is colder than you were expecting, but only on his fingers. His palm is warmed slightly from holding his coffee, a meek simulation of the warmth pouring off his right.

You don't think you'll ever forget how he lights up your senses. How he sounds when you slip your tongue past his lips to curl around his. How he shivers when you run your hands up his chest and around to the back of his neck where his hair is short and bristly under your fingernails.

Suddenly you're being lifted, placed on the desk behind you with a gentle thud.

"You don't know what you do to me, sugar. So damn sweet."

His hands are on your waist now, his fingers digging into the dips of your curves to pull you closer so he can nip and lick at your neck, your jaw. He's starving for you and all you can do is roll your head back to give him space to feast.

"I should've given you that box sooner."

Bucky's breathy chuckle blows past your ear and sends a shiver down your spine. Your gasp spurs him on, moving to lift your baggy work t-shirt up before you stop him.

"Everything okay? Don't get shy on me now."

You run your hands across his shoulders marveling at how massive he is, how small he makes you feel. How safe. But you're unsure and Bucky can tell.

"I've wanted you for so long, sugar, just thought you could do better than someone like me."

His shoulders shrug under your palms. You want him too, so badly.

"Bucky that's not -"

"I know, I know it's silly. But I've been seeing someone. A therapist," he rushes to clarify when you raise an eyebrow at him. "She said I deserve things that make me happy. That what happened to me doesn't mean that I'm too broken to be happy."

Bucky leans into your hand on his cheek as he speaks. His eyes are searching yours and you hope he can see the love you hold for him there. And you do, you love him. As much as you can from seeing him every damn day for the past two years. He's grown so much since he came back home after the accident and you're hoping you're on his list of things that make him happy.

"You do deserve those things, Bucky."

His fingers trace a pattern you can't decipher under your shirt.

"Do you know why I come in here every morning?"

"Is it not for the coffee?"

"To see you."

He presses a kiss into your palm.

"I see you and the rest of my day is sweeter for it, sugar. The only thing better would be seeing your pretty head on the pillow next to mine when I open my eyes every morning."

You'd damn near slide off the table if Bucky didn't have a hold on you.

"Now, I want to feel you before I'm gone and losing my mind in that cab with Sam for two weeks. Will you let me, sugar?"

"Yes. Please, Bucky."

Your shirt is on the floor by the time you're finished speaking and Bucky's ripping your leggings down. It's good you have a spare pair of sweatpants in your locker just in case because they're definitely ruined.

You don't care if you have to work naked if Bucky's keeps mouthing at your chest the way he is now. The delicious burn of his stubble offset by the hot, wet suction of his mouth around your nipple is driving you insane. Your hands tug at his cropped hair, your body shaking with the force of your need for him.

"Bucky, please. T-touch me."

He doesn't waste any time teasing, just pushes your ample thighs open and presses a finger to your weeping slit. You cry out, grinding against his finger as he marvels at how wet you are already.

"All this cream for me, sugar?"

"Fuck, yes Bucky. It's yours."

He kisses you, stealing the moan that pours from you when he sinks his fingers past the lace covering your pussy.

Bucky groans, pulling away from your mouth to stare down at your puffy lips. His fingers circle your hole and he can feel you clenching around nothing, begging for him to fill you. But not yet.

Instead he slides his two fingers up and circles the swollen bud of your clit. The pressure and the wet sound it makes has you writhing on the desk, clawing at Bucky's arm as he works you over.

"That's it, sugar. My fingers feel good?"

"Yes," you can't help but shout.

Belatedly, you realize that the front door of the store isn't locked and anyone could walk in and hear, or even see, the two of you like this. It should make you push Bucky away and straighten yourself so you don't startle some poor shopper but if anything it makes your gut curl tighter. More of your juices spill and you don't hold back your cries of pleasure.

"So loud, sugar. What if someone saw you like this, huh? Coming so pretty for me, making a mess all over this desk."

Bucky shoves his two fingers inside you and you cry out even louder. Gripping the desk beneath you for dear life as he pumps into you hard and fast, finding that spot deep inside you that you could never reach. He curls his long, thick fingers into it and your eyes roll back.

"Listen to how wet you are. Give me what I need, sugar. Come for me."

Bucky's fingers pump into you two more times before you're screaming, pulsing around his digits until you can't move anymore.

You watch as Bucky slides his fingers free and into his mouth, sucking up your juices like the most delicious candy treat he's ever had.

His light touch makes you jump when you feel him slide your panties back in place.

"What about- "

"When I get back. Can't leave Sam waiting for me out there longer than I have. I already get enough of his teasing over you." Bucky smirks and tugs on an exposed nipple.

"Hey! That's not my fault!" You laugh and smack his chest.

Bucky laughs and grabs your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm and placing it over his heart.

"I have to leave, sugar."

"Come back to be, Bucky. I'm not done with you."

You're smiling but there's worry in your eyes.

"I'm not done with you either," Bucky winks. "And I'll be alright. Sam will be with me. He's a pain in the ass but I trust him with my life."

You sigh and lean into his chest, soaking up as much of his warmth and his scent before he has to leave.

"I'll call you. Every morning no matter where I am on the road. I'll call and we can talk while I eat my favorite breakfast," you smile when he points to the discarded box on the floor.

"Sounds wonderful, Buck," you press a kiss to his pec right above his heart. "And if you get lonely at night in those dusty, old motel rooms you can call me too."

He scoffs and smiles at your cheeky grin.

"Jesus, maybe my sugar ain't as sweet as I thought she was."

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allaboutcinderella · 10 months

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3 Wishes For Cinderella (or) 3 Hazelnuts For Cinderella!

I feel like this is a version of Cinderella a lot of people don’t know about!

(Recently remade but we’re not gonna talk about that…. 😂😅)

This original version is from 1973 starring the lovely Libuše Šafránková as Cinderella or “Popelka” as the native Czech language of the film would say, is one film I would highly recommend if you’re a Cinderella fan!

It’s a dreamy film with gorgeous scenery, pretty music and a very cute spin on the tale.

Instead of a fairy godmother Cinderella has an adorable (presumably magical) owl friend and a branch with 3 hazelnuts on it. Each hazelnut is used for a wish Cinderella makes.

🌰 The first, is a set of hunting clothes so she may disguise herself as a boy so she may ride her horse in peace without getting in trouble - upon doing this she runs into the prince and beats him in an archery contest, winning a ring.

🌰 The second, her ballgown. She iconically rides her white stallion to the castle in a gorgeous dress of silver and pink, with a flowing pink cloak (and it’s *chefs kiss*) - no glass slippers here! But she does lose a shoe.

🌰 The third and last, her wedding dress. Upon the Prince chasing her and finding her house, he tries the shoe on everyone in the household and she makes a grand entrance on her horse now in her stunning wedding dress, wearing the ring she won in the archery contest. He then realizes it was always her and slips the shoe on her.

They ride off into their happily ever after.

This whole movie is so gorgeous and light hearted. Unlike other Cinderella movies it takes place in the winter. So you have beautiful snow and the sight of a white horse striding through snowy covered pines is just 🤌🏻✨.

Something else I want to note about this take on the story, is that it pays tribute to the original German tale. Cinderella has birds help her sort lentils which is nice to see!

I can easily say Libuše Šafránková is one of the prettiest Cinderellas I have EVER seen. She’s so adorable and just does a great job as the character.

It’s also worth noting that in this film they actually made Cinderella dirty! It sounds silly but it’s something that’s not seen nearly enough with newer remakes (which I don’t understand), and one of the big things about the character look is that she is covered in cinders or dirt. It makes the transition to her princess look all the more effective in my opinion. Don’t you agree? It makes it that much better as far as details go.

There is an English dub of the film on YouTube but it’s done by 1 guy and he cute clips from the movie. Still it’s something. Or you can also watch it in its native language with no subtitles which may be more difficult to understand but regardless it’s still a good movie!

#3 wishes for Cinderella #Cinderella #fairy tale retelling #fairy tale #princess

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minkmousesworld · 2 years

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Ok but hear me out:

Raccoon dog tanjiro x bear reader

mhm sounds like a good reason for me to write an essay why Tanjirou would look adorable on your chest being almost half as small as you.

note: keep talking about tiny Tanjirou because it's my guilty pleasure don't touch me

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: heavy size kink, interspecies relationship, animal behaviour (nesting, purring, grooming / courtship, light scent kink), mention of family making + pregnancy (male? reader? on your choice), a little bit about social hierarchy and relationships [you can safely ignore]

smut under 'nsfw', sex is mentioned a couple of times in the sfw part

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: raccoon dog! Tanjirou Kamado x brown bear! Reader; Tanjirou Kamado x huge! Reader

Tanjirou is so tiny.

Although he is quite tall and big by the standards of his 'kind', he is still so small for you — maybe, with due diligence, you could squeeze his rosy cheeks with one hand! But you are already used to the fact that no one except your kind can even be about the same size as you, even if Tanjirou tries to be taller, standing on his fingertips to match you, or straightens his shoulders to look bigger, but rather resembles an inflated ball of soft fur.

You were a bear — almost the biggest and most dangerous animal in the forest, and you really rather didn't need someone to try to "comfort you" because of this; especially when your miniature mate does it, proving that he is no worse than other animals of your kind.

... It even sounds silly. What's the point of him trying to be like other bears if you love him for what he is? It's not that you were confused by these 'species differences' — and his desire to look big and imposing was kinda cute, but all these protective, almost too caring and possessive moments were not exactly what you could react to absolutely seriously, even if you understood that he was absolutely honest and confident in what he was saying.

It was just strange — after years of upbringing in the understanding that bears do not start families in the usual sense, you find a mate who tells you that he will be a good partner and parent of your cubs and will help you raise and take care of them!

Bears mate only during the mating season, but only one takes care of the offspring, even if they meet each other from year to year for mating, and you have been brought up all your life believing that this is normal and you will have the same. This is natural — too possessive, too big, all the forces go only to the cubs.

And, to be honest, few animals at all could boast of strong monogamy for life. It was unprofitable, unnecessary, too close and defenseless.

Fortunately or unfortunately, your protective precious mate was just such an animal. Soft, fluffy and affectionate, once just climbed into your territory and stayed there forever.

You were too young then, just left your parent, and did not chase away an uninvited guest who found your gesture too friendly for an ordinary predator.

Then Tanjirou made a hole near your territory so that he could always see you.

Then he became too close to you.

Then your den also became his burrow.

It was almost unnoticeable when your lonely but not too sad days became a time when you turned into a soft pillow and cared for the tiny, fragile, almost toy-like mate, shyly wagging his tail and allowing you to "bite" and "hunt" him.

Is it your fault that he looks so desirable when he whines under you, begging you to give him more, even when his whole soft, needy body is covered with your marks?

You're almost ashamed, especially when Tanjirou snuggles up to you the next day, purring on your chest and cooing sweetly that he's fine, but he wants to repeat♡... This is normal, right? You don't mind, do you? He still has places on his body without your marks.

... 'is insatiability the reason why raccoon dogs are so monogamous, so they just don't want to stay without mating?'

🐻 He's so fluffy and soft, like a baby bird, and every time you lift him slightly, Tanjirou excitedly wags his tail and blushes, making eyes at you, even if he looks like a seed hidden in a fir cone because of all this abundance of clothes — the same seeds that he brings as delicious gifts to please you.

And although you are more of a predator, you cannot refuse him when he brings you fruits with vegetables or seeds; at least at such moments he smells only of the forest, not animal blood, and even when Tanjirou snuggles up to you, it makes you want to squeeze him harder, and not make sure that he will bathe soon.

... In addition, he makes such a charmingly preoccupied face, trying to make sure that you eat well and sleep a lot (especially in spring, for some reason, and at the beginning of winter), and diligently makes you a soft nest in which you can relax and let him comfortably settle on you, listening to your heartbeat and purring like a gentle cat, even more plunging you into a doze.

🐻 Tanjirou has sharp claws, but soft paws, and when you take his hands, he smiles sweetly, slightly squeezing your hands with his own. And although his nails slightly dig into your skin, you are rather glad to see him so happy and not thinking about it, as if he has become that puppy again, made of fluff and slightly smelling of milk, as in your first meeting.

He definitely became less soft and more mature with age, but you could not get used to the fact that now he has real teeth that can bite through someone else's throat, and sharp claws that can tear apart prey. In your memories, he is still that puppy who shyly brushed his tail when you stood next to him, and asked you to let him take your hand or accept his gifts.

Tanjirou literally tried to attract you by circling around your den in the hope that you would let him spend a little time with you, and blushed and meekly whined when you allowed yourself to playfully "attack" him, you cannot perceive him as a truly serious predator — your instincts can't 'think' of him that way.

🐻 Even when your mate definitely shows these traits of easy possessiveness and aggression at the sight of potential rivals, you cannot consider him threatening to you (except that he is slightly annoying), and you do not know if this is due to your early memories, or part of you simply cannot consider him a threat because of his size and defenselessness — in order to look into your eyes not from the bottom up, he needs to climb on top of you, even bear's cubs are not so hopeless, they can at least grow up and become the same size as you.

And while you can definitely spend a lot of time teasing your mate for how defenselessly small and hopelessly in love he is, Tanjirou doesn't seem too dissatisfied when you do it, even if he sulks a little, hiding his head in your chest and blushing because of shameless comments, wagging his tail discontentedly, especially if you mix teasing with praise, and he doesn't know whether he should be dissatisfied and hide under your side or sweetly coo and cuddle up to your hand.

He's just so soft to you and doesn't want to leave you, even if you squeeze him or make a fuss.

🐻 Your everyday life consists more of your hunting and his zealous gaze from the den in search of you than vice versa. You're just bigger and stronger, and it's natural that it's you who will be hunting while he takes care of the territory and the nest — drives away other animals, is engaged in gathering, makes the nest even softer and more magnificent and waits for you at the entrance.

The only exceptions are situations in late autumn when you have to prepare for hibernation and Tanjirou allows himself to lovingly coo over how slow and sleepy you have become, purring so that you don't worry, since now he will take care of you. And he is much more successful in hunting than you usually think (as well as in cooking), because seeing you so defenseless and constantly sleepy, he feels highly motivated to take everything on himself and let you idle in the den without any worries or business. You're just so charming and pretty that he wants to cry with emotion and kiss your face, even if you're definitely not in the mood to do anything or react in any way other than purr.

And although this doesn't happen often, your mate can't help but be hopelessly happy and in love, cooing in love and snuggling up to you to tell you how much he loves you and how amazing you are before returning to his business.

🐻 You spend your hibernation in an embrace, snuggling up to each other to keep warm and smell; even when a terrible blizzard is raging outside, demolishing everything around and tearing off tree branches, it is always warm and dry in the den.

When one of you starts to worry or mess around, the second one always calms down with the help of purring; and sometimes such comfort comes to such an extent that you just curl up into a ball and intertwine in any possible way, as if you are trying to absorb each other.

Sometimes unforeseen situations like waking up early occur, but usually they naturally become a reason to cuddle and take care of mate until you (or he) wakes up.

After all, spring is a very hectic time, especially for your needy raccoon-dog mate.

sex during mating season, rough sex (spanking once g., marking, scratching, squeezing), size kink, unprotected sex + breeding, primal kink + mention of cnc (tanjirou is running away from you so that you catch him), dirty talk, chest play, light scent kink, light praise (r.), light degradation (g.), very light sadism/masochism, many talks about cubs

🐻 Unlike most predators, your courtship is much softer and more affectionate, with gentle cooing, combing each other and delicious gifts, as well as these sweetly sweet shoots after each other and sleeping in an embrace in the nest. Tanjirou himself is affectionate and perhaps playfully aggressive, you are more lazy and peaceful.

The only exceptions are those moments when you press him to the nest, forcing him to cling to you and whimper; excitedly twirling his tail until you touch him, leaving a red claw mark on the his skin. Your courtship is rude, almost aggressive, especially when he is trembling with excitement and from slight fear, watching you run dangerously sharp claws over his stomach, but does not dare to say anything to you, like a caught prey.

He is so soft, so malleable that even the most harmless touch to his painfully sensitive chest makes him squirm under you and gasp for air when you continue to squeeze and stroke.

Maybe you should be more gentle,

“It's okay, I'm the older brother! I can take it all!.. Whatever you give!.. Please!”

but this is definitely not what you or he want — even when Tanjirou drooling and cries a little, leaving red lines on your skin, you only squeeze tighter.

... He is so defenselessly open and desperately in need, like a harmless naive rabbit waiting impatiently for you to eat him.

🐻 Tanjirou is so tiny — always looking up at you — and clings to you so tightly, not giving you a chance to move away from him if you don't want to risk your skin.

Buries his nose in your shoulder, hides his face in your neck; whines when you want to get up, forcing you to also lift him up and put him on your lap, even when he is so feverish that you are not sure whether it is from excitement or from illness — Tanjirou is always so sticky and so hot, with this plaintive purring until you stop "teasing" him, and breed him to such an extent that he loses consciousness; he overheats so easily and pushes himself further than necessary, as if not feeling when his body reaches the limit.

When it's you, it's always so little, so insufficient, as if he drinks and can't get drunk, and he feels so bad and so good. When you interlace your fingers with his and kiss his red wet face, Tanjirou feels so blissful, feeling the weight of your body on him, realizing himself as so tiny and defenseless in front of you, and he loves it.

🐻 Tanjirou is so obsessive, almost to the point of hyperfixation, when it comes to you and future family, and his heart beats so fast when you tell him that he will give you the best puppies — his head is spinning just thinking about it. Although at first Tanjirou definitely tries not to look too obsessed with breeding and puppies, trying to behave decently, he slips very quickly, especially if you intentionally push him with dirty talk and teasing.

He turns into such a needy and eager to breed affectionate puppy, snuggling up to you in a thirst to feel you and purring about how wonderful and nice-smelling you are, and that he is looking forward to when you give him your cubs — he will be such a good father, you know? He will lovingly warm them and take care of them at any cost if you just let him get a little more- why don't you just hug him tonight and make sure that these days when you can't go outside won't go in vain?

His body looks so good with your marks on it, you know...

🐻 He twitches, growls, tries to run away — but purrs so sweetly pleadingly when you press him, holding him firmly in place. A few scratches, bruises are sure to remain; when you snap your teeth, he presses his ears to his head, burying nose, as if if he gets smaller he will be able to avoid you, but very quickly he loses 'fear' and turns his head to you, watching you, even if he hears a heartbeat in his ears because of fear- or intoxication.

Tanjirou is so excited, too curious — even when he knows he has to run away, but obediently stays in place, allowing you to leave a mark on him, allowing you to touch him, allowing you to purr about how wet and needy he is for prey that tried to escape from you just a few minutes ago.

In the end, the only thing he can think about is how well you will breed him when he is in your paws, forcing him to be your pretty mate and dad to your cubs — but it's not that it's a compulsion if he himself craves it.

Tanjirou almost doesn't break out when you grab his hands, allowing you to see everything you want, but playfully shamefacedly trying to cover himself with his tail; when you spank him, he whines — and lunges to escape when you relax

but is pinned down again.

You will definitely have a lot to do tonight.

🐻 Aftercare consists of gentle quiet purrs and kisses while you lie in an embrace in the nest, lovingly cooing and lightly squeezing each other.

Most often, you gently stroke Tanjirou while he rubs his cheek against you and tries to make you lie down on him to fall asleep, pinned down by your body, feeling your smell and warmth while his brain floats; sometimes it's so close that you don't even stop moving slightly, continuing breeding even after the first times, especially during the breeding season, when Tanjirou becomes desperately hot and excited, needing constant awareness that you are near, even if he can no longer move due to fatigue.

His body is so insatiable and wet, with this ever-increasing need to make sure that he will eventually get you and your puppies, which he wants so much; you are constantly next to a sweet-smelling, anxious and plaintively whining partner, hungry for you, which is why you almost involuntarily correspond to him, biting his neck and shoulders and allowing tearfully thanking you when you hyperstimulate his painfully sensitive body again.

However, of course, each of you will receive a soft hug and praise at the end, when you can calmly relax and coo about how much you love each other, even if in order to tell you this, he needs to lie on your chest or sit on your lap — or again try to silly stand on his fingertips to match you.

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minkmousesworld · 3 years

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Omega!Zenitsu headcanons with smut?

for my anxiety beloved and my omegaverse-loving pies. mostly smut. we are still breeding omegaverse in the fandom.

Take responsibility

[1200 words]

𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞: omegaverse au, canon timeline

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pet names, mention of abusive relationship (past); sex during heat, unprotected sex + breeding, dirty talk, rough sex (biting g., scratching r.), penetration giving (knotting), hyperstimulation, degradation (g.), praise (g.), oral sex (r.), mention of outdoor sex

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ω! Zenitsu Agatsuma x Reader (alpha implied)

Zenitsu's flowering happened earlier than that of other omegas, although it is not quite correct to call him "omeganine", since, despite long, intense estruses, he does not have the features of a "real procreator" or similar things in his appearance or behavior. He is rather frightened by thoughts of childbirth, does not consider himself a good father for future cubs and is afraid of having many puppies; in fact, if he had a choice, two pups would be enough for him.

Zenitsu feels nervous around children and has no "instinct" or experience that could help him; the only experience he had was when he lived on the street and took a little care of a larger, probably domestic cat that often came to sleep next to him. Perhaps this was the longest experience of caring for a small creature, since later he was afraid to touch anything fragile and had no opportunity to take pets, even if he wanted to.

There was even less experience with alphas — even when he had "close friends" who were much older than him and did not consider him something important, he did not have any good treatment even with them; their treatment of him was the same, "consisting of cold gentleness and manipulation" to attract and retain Zenitsu. And this left a mark in Zenitsu's mind, as if the only thing he is good for, if he wants attention, is to try his best to be given a little tenderness.

And that if he wants to get attention, he must be obsessive, clingy and loud in order to be noticed. After all, would anyone notice him if he was quiet and unobtrusive?

But no one likes anxious and loud.

Perhaps that's why when his future mate takes him into their pack, despite the fact that Zenitsu is never strong, brave or supportive, Zenitsu can only cling even tighter to their haori to follow them. If they want to have him by their side, does that mean they need him? So he hadn't waited so long for nothing?

So, someone else can see the potential in him besides Grandpa?

Zenitsu was neither a picky follower nor a hard-to-fall-in-love omega. So when he curls up under your side, clinging to your clothes, you already know what will happen "next".

“[Y/n], please, marry me!!!”

“Oh...”

❀ If Zenitsu had a way to choose his death, he would have died from too much sex. All the best things that could have happened to him from this life have already happened, it can't be better.

Or maybe it's better when it's your third time, and Zenitsu is amazed that he is still conscious, although his body is so painfully sensitive, and when you bite his shoulders full of marks again, leaving a few more, he whines, trying to snuggle even closer and give more places for new bites. His short nails leave streaks on your skin, but you don't feel it when you press your omega again, squeezing his body and hearing only the purr of your mate trembling under you.

But if you asked who he belongs to when he makes you jealous again with his provocatively flirtatious behavior, he would not be able to answer you, too overwhelmed by feelings.

“Good boy.”

Zenitsu responds only by purring; but sweetly whines when you leave a bite on his chest again.

❀ He creates a lot of nests before estrous; of course, he constantly creates a nest to relax, but before estrus almost everything around him becomes a nest, as if his life depends on their number. Zeniths also stock up on food and water, and tries to put you in one of the nests or take some used clothes from you as material, since your smell makes him less anxious.

So whenever you're looking for him, he probably hiding in some of the nest.

He also spends estrus in the nest, allowing you to climb up to him, but refusing to get out, since, in addition to smells, the nest protects his hearing, which becomes even stronger during heat. And, of course, the opportunity to hide under your clothes and lure you inside so that Zenitsu can comfortably lie on top of you and mate until you lose consciousness from overwork, snuggling up to each other.

❀ He is very hypersexual and is ready to have sex anywhere and at any time, regardless of whether his estrus is close or not (although you sometimes think that it may not just be a high libido, but also a way to relieve stress, at least by the way he tries to snuggle even closer).

And despite the stereotypical understanding of omegas as shy and quiet, Zenitsu easily clings to your hip and begs you (if that makes sense) until he gets what he wants or feels that if he continues, he will only worsen the relationship (although you expect your mate to be a little eccentric and obsessive, but he still respects you and your desires).

Zenitsu is not an easily confused omega when it comes to mating, but will definitely be shy if you initiate sexual contact or tease him for how provocative he is or how much he wants to be filled; a little dirty talk or even biting his ears is enough to make him ready again — including kneeling in front of you in a doorway, being taken and marked in the woods, or or cum, biting his sleeve so as not to be too loud, in the house of the person who agreed to give you a bed for the night.

❀ Zenitsu is worried about a possible pregnancy and definitely whines so that you don't breed him, but makes the happiest sounds when he gets a knot. And even if he likes to be bred several times a night, especially if he can't control the thrusts himself, in the end, he's still a complainer.

If he rides you, he prefers when you hold his hips while he fucks you; yes, strong hugs and mutual purring with praise of what a good boy he is and how good he feels with your knot inside are necessary.

But if it's mating press, then Zenitsu purrs from start to finish, doesn't let you move away and probably falls asleep listening to your heartbeat while you warm him up. The deeper the knot, the better, while the lack of extra space and heat for a normally cold Zenitsu seems ideal.

❀ Zenitsu definitely has a special relationship to the topic of care and protection, and is delighted if you tenderly take care of him, but humiliate or dirty talk while gently fucking him with your fingers or stroking his hair while he gives you oral sex. A little dirty talk and sweet degradation, especially with the words that the only thing his mouth should do is to please you, along with the affectionate brushing of his hair makes him so excited. Whispering in his ear that if he is such a slut, then he should constantly be filled while you gently jerk him off, makes him cum right away.

Or vice versa, when you roughly fuck him and spank him, plugging his mouth with your hand, but whisper what a good boy he is and how it suits him to be so sensitive and tender, so cute and adorable, you are so lucky to have such a wonderful omega — and he immediately shivers under you in a new orgasm, purring while his body trembles enthusiastically.

Dirty talk is hot, but when your words and actions contradict each other at the same time? Zenitsu is delighted.

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minkmousesworld · 3 years

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your himbo-bunny hubby♡

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: interspecies relationship, collaring, master (mistress) / pet relationship [implied]; body worship (thighs, r.), oral sex (r.) & light oral fixation, light dirty talk, light size kink

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: bunny hybrid! Tanjirou Kamado x Reader

himbo! bunny hybrid! tanjirou, who is really big and soft and it's easy for you to lie down on his chest and fall asleep on it, because he feels like a big plush toy, and because of his size, people often think that he dominates relationships, so he wears a collar with your name on it.

himbo! bunny hybrid! tanjirou, who willingly sits down on his knees in front of you and devoutly looks at you with eyes full of pure innocence and adoration, as if he had not recently begged you to use him as your needy, hopeless sextoy.

himbo! bunny hybrid! tanjirou, who makes the most cute sounds when you lightly scratch him under the chin, slightly spreading his ears and closing his eyes, blissfully smiling and blushing, charmingly wagging his fluffy tail. and he so touchingly grabs your hand, pressing it to his cheek and rubbing against it, purring.

himbo! bunny hybrid! tanjirou, who has an oral fixation and loves when you occupy his mouth with something, because he needs to feel you; he whines so plaintively when you give him a gag, but mumbles enthusiastically when you let him take your fingers or even get between your legs to praise your thighs!

himbo! bunny hybrid! tanjirou, who as a reward asks for permission to wake you up with oral sex, and is very enthusiastic when you allow him. just imagine with what shining eyes he gets closer to your thighs, first to leave a polite, light kiss between your legs to express his gratitude, and then to kiss your thighs, of course, paying special attention to more sensitive places.

#.spicy♡#🍑.tanjirou kamado #🌰.pet treatment #🌰.oral sex #🌰.body worship #🌰.size kink #🌰.dirty talk #🌰.interspecies relationship #gender neutral reader #dom reader #tanjirou kamado x reader #tanjirou kamado smut #tanjiro kamado x reader #tanjiro kamado smut #kimetsu no yaiba smut #demon slayer smut

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minkmousesworld · 2 years

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✮ — angry

[1600 words]

series — angry | format — headcanons + drabbles

Although your irritability sometimes complicates things a little, it's not that it's hard to cope with it — in various ways.

𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞: modern au (implied)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pet names, fight (+ the state of affect after), established relationship, comforting (including sex as a comfort), mention of slightly unhealthy relationship (mild yandere? just light love obsession?)

finger sucking, begging + drooling, dub-con, CNC, rough treatment, dirty talk, deep penetration / belly bulge, mating press (♂) / riding position (♀), degradation (g.), hyperstimulation (g.), light bondage (g.), light slut-shaming (g.)

penetration giving (♂) / penetration receiving (♀)

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Tanjirou Kamado x Reader; easily angry + jealous (implied)! Reader

❀ Sweet summer baby. Happy to take care of you and reassures you if you feel that you are losing control of yourself. It seems as if any of your irritation, having the form of whims or random aggressive attacks, is perceived by him as nothing more than small sweet things with which you try to attract attention and show that you do not feel satisfied, and he will be happy to mess with it. After all, he has had experience dealing with aggressive and emotional siblings, so he is not at all burdened when you behave irritably — even if it happens regularly.

It's just another trait he loves about you.

From time to time he wakes up with amazement at the thought that he can now hold your hand without having to ask permission and kiss you — your cute aggressive whims are nothing more than little precious features. Of course, Tanjirou will fight back if he feels that you are unhealthy 'overreacting', and he will insist on help if he feels that your aggression is something serious, but if it's just your character trait, then his patience will perfectly cover it.

❀ Your whims are his orders — but, hhh, he is so helpful and gentle that it can annoy you even more. Does he even have a clue that he shouldn't be so serviceable? Yes, it's nice when he behaves like this in everyday life — it's actually nice for you, but it's so annoying when he's just as calm even when you expect him to be different.

It's even worse when others allow themselves to make comments about it, and Tanjirou smiles shyly at them, causing you even more irritation — and maybe it's immature, but it's not fucking right when he makes that facial expression again, and you know how others react to it. “Honey, I don't understand what you're talking about” — of course, you don't understand when more than half of your friends have a crush on you, huh?

You don't pay attention to it — and trust him, this is your Tanjirou, this is your cute faithful cupcake who will always look into your eyes and with whom you go through the most terrible times, but it doesn't matter when he flirts with others again, and again, and again, and again, without even realizing it.

"Just communicates well with them"?

"I do not know why this is happening!"?!

Well, you know why this happens — and it blows your head off when Tanjirou starts making excuses again, saying that he doesn't do anything, and... and, in fact, you do exactly the same! Unlike him, you are constantly nice and pleasant with others, and spend more time with others than with him!

You're jealous of him because you did... something — because he definitely didn't do anything and doesn't deserve you to suspect him!

After all, you just start loving him less and he starts annoying you more, right?..

And you don't know why — you really don't know why, but instead of apologizing, or crying, or shutting up, or going the other way — anything, anything, because you definitely don't expect such words from him — but instead of all this, you can't restrain yourself from grabbing him and knocking him down.

And he's so surprised and almost shocked when you kiss him, getting under his t-shirt with this silly cupcake image that he likes so much.

When you kiss him so desperately and hard that it almost hurts, but he only moans wantonly, allowing you to scratch him and squeeze him like your cute disenfranchised toy — as if you are sure that he will like everything you do with him. And he shouldn't get excited, he definitely shouldn't, but you hurriedly tie his hands with his belt, hissing when he opens his mouth — shut up, shut up, or I'll fuck you to such a state that you can't even think.

You are suffocating, you are almost suffocating, you are hot and heavy, as if if you don't do anything right now, this ball inside you will burst - and you are almost ready to lose consciousness, feeling so bitter, irritated and excited for the first time. Is this your aggression? Is this your excitement? You're really not okay — you're definitely not okay when you hurriedly and carelessly undress Tanjirou, who is whimpering under you — please, please, he can't anymore, touch him.

His body trembles under you, and his heart beats so fast, but when you lightly press on his mouth, he obediently accepts your fingers, even when tears appear in his eyes due to his carelessly hasty movements.

“You look so needy right now, like you're going to cum just because of finger fucking.”

When he looks into your eyes, excited and rosy, but with this sparkles, you realize that you are not so far from the truth.

Are you all right?

Definitely not.

He's wet, hot, puffing hard, and looks amazing when looks at you like that, not realizing anything, except that he has to be a good boy if he wants to get a reward — and if he's a bad boy, he'll get punished.

Not that he understands anything of what you said, except that he no longer feels your touch — and in response he only whimpers for you.

❀ It happens by accident, but it turns out to be much more enjoyable and relaxing. Whether it was 'right' or not, neither you nor he knows, but when you wake up the next day, ruddy and covered in marks and bites, you realize that you don't feel as bad or tired as usual. Tanjirou is so covered, but almost purrs when snuggles closer to you, like a pet cat looking for affection... Of course, he gets praise for how well he handled everything.

Good boy.

And for some reason you feel happy when you see him so contented and satisfied, even if he looks as if there is not a single uncovered place on him. Maybe yesterday you were a little rougher than usual, but he definitely doesn't mind — and even yesterday's quarrel is calmly discussed by you in bed while you lazily kiss. Almost like heaven.

It becomes habitual when you discuss that rough sex turns out to be a more appropriate way for you to express your emotions than storing them and accidentally spilling out.

And at first it's more awkward: that casual sex that appeared under the influence of emotions turns out to be not so passionate when you consciously try to make love. And even if Tanjirou tells you that 'everything is fine', whenever you are rude, you immediately cool down, as if something inside you is bothering you.

... this is easily solved when he begins to provoke you by reminding you of his 'friends' — or again starting to overprotect you, which makes you even more annoyed. To the point that you tie him up again, fucking him until he forgets about all this.

[♂]

Fuck him until he loses consciousness. Maybe it's not as soft as he's used to — but not that Tanjirou has any choice when you bend him again, biting the edge of his T-shirt, and push all the way into him, which makes him sigh sharply, almost choking and feeling his belly bulge.

But even if he whines and shivers, clinging to you, you know where he is looking, too excited about what is happening.

Too much? Too fill? Too little? — you can't understand anything of his sweet babble while you make him moan and tremble, feeling how he tries to grab you and get even more, but can only shamelessly whine and drool while he fills up.

(His body accepts so well, as if it was created to be roughly fucked and used by you for its intended purpose.)

Good boys perfectly fulfill their task of being filled and fucked to unconsciousness — look into eyes while you are being used, and do not dare not accept everything that is given to you.

“Good boy.”

“Hhh...”

[♀]

He's so cute almost purring and whimpering when you ride him again, making his sensitive cock throbbing. It's so unbearable — but when you squeeze his cheek again, teasing him for the kind of face he makes, Tanjirou blushes even more, slightly sticking out his tongue. Hot and wet, his heart beats so fast under your palm, but so pathetic, almost crying and panting when you move, making him get excited again and want more.

When his shoulders and neck are littered with traces of your marks, but the only thing he can do is drool and tremble, looking at you with an unconscious look — too much, too rough, too deep, not enough — and you squeeze his neck and his dick tightly again.

You're such a slut, sunshine. Maybe I should have fucked you like that earlier if I'd known you enjoyed being treated like that so much.

It's not that he needs a lot of time to come again, whining and trembling uncontrollably, almost choking, while you continue to fuck him through his orgasm, squeezing hard and forcing his empty cock to cum again and again; and although you understand that he is trying to tell you something, probably even begging you, it's not that important to you.

Didn't you promise to be a good boy? Good boys should just lie down obediently and serve.

His cock is much cuter - red and throbbing, and Tanjirou trembles from every touch, but whenever you look at his pathetic, ruddy face, for some reason you want more.

“If... you weren't so damn cute, you... haaa, wouldn't be in this situation, honey.”

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