#I want this to be so good because I love him and wanna enhance his story :)

[aai-simon-blackquill]

Hi this is me and @/1071png I am so sorry I commandeered your rlly rlly cute art <3 But! Since people seem interested, I'll be posting project updates here once I really get the ball rolling :) so stay tuned!!

Here are all of the sprites I have finished (of Simon--I have a few of his weirdgirl too but I'm nervous abt sharing that). I want to do his angry one next :]

[redr0sewrites]

Viktor general romance hcs!

🥀A/n: HES SO POOKIE I LOVE HIM‼️

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, slight angst if u squint, switch!viktor

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

this man is such a workaholic, he genuinely never thought that he would fall in love

viktor is very inexperienced in the romance department, so he's definitely a little awkward at first

once he's close with someone, he definitely starts to open up to them a lot more! he'd really appreciate a partner that he can have deep, philosophical conversations with and definitely asks for your opinion on a lot of things

your a very valuable person in his life, and viktor makes sure that you know that. while he may not be great with words, his actions show that he truly cares for you

while he may not admit it, viktor loves when you complete acts of service for him or help him at all. he loves when you visit him in the lab and bring him some coffee, it always makes his day

because he works so much and spends so much time in the lab, viktor will often invite you to join him there. you two often spend hours together, just sitting in near-silence and working in tandem. viktor would love it if you got along well with jayce (and sky too but mostly jayce), you are his favorite people and he would love it if you all got along

viktor isn't the most cuddly person in the world, but he makes some exceptions for you! after a long day, he loves just melting into your embrace and having you play with his hair. viktor would spend hours just laying in your lap and rambling about hextech if he could

he's not big on pda, but he loves holding your hand. viktor holds your hand anywhere and everywhere, he always wants you as close to him as possible and he'll sometimes trace words into the back of your hand with his thumb when you are asleep. before he said "i love you" out loud, viktor probably traced it against your skin at least a million times.

viktor prefers to stay in for dates, and definitely enjoys staying up late with you. idk if they have television in the world of arcane, but it seems a little shocking that they can have giant magical teleportation portals and literal magic orbs and magic flying blimps and body enhancing drugs but haven't created a tv. so like. lets just pretend they do have television. cuz if they do, than you and viktor DEFINITELY have movie marathons and movie nights together

he loves making you little trinkets and gifts!!! whenever there is extra material leftover at the lab, viktor's first thought is to make something for you! he once made you an entire bouquet of fake flowers out of scrap metal, and told you that he would love you until the flowers withered (it would never wither cuz its made of metal ☹️). your home is practically overflowing with these little trinkets, but you REFUSE to get rid of any of them (i think i saw the flower scenario on a tiktok, but URGRHRHRH i wanna write it so... if anyone is interested... 😇)

honestly, the best time spent with viktor is in the comfort of your own home. you have a very domestic relationship, and he likes sitting with you in comfortable silence.

he'll call you pet names in zaun, even before you two are together😭

overall, viktor is genuinely such a sweetheart once he trusts you and will stay by your side no matter what

nsfw:

SWITCH LEANING SUB 🫵🫵🫵

because of his leg and overall sickness, viktor definitely prefers simpler positions that don't require a lot of physical stress

he likes having you on top of him so that he doesn't have to put pressure on his knee, and he definitely prefers not having to push himself too hard

i'd say his favorite positions would probably be you riding him, sitting on his face, lotus position, and maybe 69 or missionary too (but the last two are only on good days when he isn't in too much pain)

at first, viktor was insecure about sleeping with you because he genuinely does not think very highly of himself and didn't want you to think that he was weak or ugly :( please reassure him

ON THAT TOPIC!!! PRAISE!!!!!!

praise is literally SO important to him, while it is one of his kinks i genuinely think he appreciates it outside of the bedroom as well.

lots and lots of communication. "is this ok", "can i touch you here", type of stuff. he's very gentle with you, and obviously you are with him as well

because he wears his leg brace literally all the time, viktor has a handful of bruises and scars from the brace rubbing against his skin 24/7 (idk if he sleeps w it on tbh- im assuming not but u get the point) and he can be a little insecure about them. PLEASE kiss them and show his body a lot of affection in general

viktor isn't super vocal at first, but once he trusts you he lets out the neediest whines and moans. he curses a lot under his breath, and he has a verrryyyyy pretty fucked-out expression.

this man is a switch 100%. most of the time he subs and bottoms, but sometimes he'll dom from the bottom and very occasionally he'll dom from on top. when he's a sub i definitely see him as, like, the male version of a pillow princess. he definitely just wants to lay back and get taken care of, and will get very pouty if you do not do so. he loves being pampered and praised and he's SOOO sensitive when he's subbing. when he's in a more dominant mood, i see him getting off on your pleasure a lot more than his own. he loves fingering you, and definitely loves overstimulating you

viktor loves being marked and also marking you. he bites down on your shoulder a lot to muffle his moans, and he loves giving you hickeys. i genuinely think that's another one of his kinks as well

TOYS!!! im sorry but this man definitely has an extensive collection of sex toys you can't tell me im wrong bc im not. he isn't inexperienced by any means, but he probably got a lot of toys over the years because he just didn't really have that many partners and just wanted to try a bunch of things on his own yk? anyways, he fucking LOVES using them on you and teasing you mercilessly is definitely part of your guys' foreplay

this man has the most gorgeous hands and definitely puts them to good use‼️ you cannot tell me viktor does not have amazingly skilled hands bc your wrong. he literally does jayce told me

i don't think he's super vanilla but i also don't think he's into like SUPER hardcore bdsm? i think it would intrigue him but he's probably the type to be into what you are into and if you want to try something new, he's more than willing (as long as its safe. either of you getting seriously hurt is a major nono for him). that being said, i don't think he'd mind being handcuffed or experimenting a bit with shibari, but you guys DEFINITELY have a safeword. like even if you have 100% vanilla soft sex he still establishes a safeword with u and makes sure your comfortable.

overall, his kinks include: praise (giving and receiving), little bit of edging (receiving), overstimulation (only giving), marking, and kind of a wildcard but also maybe somnophilia. like he would NOT complain about waking up to head lmao- he's def the type to have wet dreams i want to write this omg

i am so! tired!!! still feeling very crappy but i am pushing through my classes until the end of the year 😭 i am so close and yet so far 🙂‍↕️

ANYWAYS HOPE U ENJOYED!!! FEEL FREE TO SEND IN ARCANE REQUESTS!!! ive also been on a huge jayce x viktor streak lately? im not usually a big shipper but their dynamic intrigues me. i want to put them in a jar together and shake them around a bit. but yea i love them both!!!

[chrisbesitos]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ballerina & dealer headcannons. ��

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰͡⠀🩰 𝅄 💸⠀͡꒱

꒰͡⠀SFW⠀͡꒱

dealer.ᐟchris who:

met you at a party, you were wearing your ballet costumes, he finds himself obsessed with the bow in your hair. he also couldn't take his eyes off you, staring your tights in your pink pantyhose and your waist enhanced in the collant. it was the first time he put his eyes on you and by the moment he knew he wants you.

"you know you look like a doll wearing that bow?"

"do you think i look like a doll?"

"yeah, the prettiest one i've ever seen."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

takes you to your ballet classes, when he doesn't have to do deals, he waits until the class ends. he always says you're the best dancer, even if you tell him you're not doing well, he'll say no one is better than you.

"you looked so good, doll. i love watching you dance."

"nah, i wasn't that good today. i missed a few steps, i was a pretty mess."

"you're always good, don't say this. you're the best one, my favorite dancer."

"do you know other dancers, chris?"

"no, that's why you're my favorite. you're better than everyone else in that class."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

always massage your feet after a hard day, he knows sometimes you're not easy with yourself and training too much until your feet hurt. he doesn't like when you do this, but he knows your problems with perfectionism.

"you can't do this with yourself, doll. you're hurting yourself."

"i was practicing, chris. it's normal."

"no, it's not. you can't work hard until you feel pain, it's not healthy."

"i was trying to get better, sorry."

"don't apologize, 'kay? your mind tricks you sometimes and when this happens, i will be right here to help you. jus' no more hurting yourself like that."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

takes you with him for his deals. he let you pick the songs, even if he doesn't like some of them too much, he just wants to see you happy.

dealer.ᐟchris who:

he lets you smoke with him, but never more than a joint. if you're on a hard day, needing to relax a bit, he'll roll a joint just for you. it's not a problem for him, since he knows you smoke when you stress and he just wants to help you to relax.

dealer.ᐟchris who:

will be fucking mad if one of his costumers looks at you. no one can is allowed look at you the way he looks. he'll immediately delete the costumer contact, because no guy looks at his girl.

"he'd better find another guy to sell for him."

"what do you mean with this, baby?"

"i mean that i'm not gonna sell anything to a fucking guy who looks at my girl."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

buys you bows, cardigans and dresses. actually he'll buy whatever you want. if you say you want something, he'll buy the day next.

"why are you crying, doll?'

"i lost my favorite cardigan." "where are you going, baby?"

"to the car, let's buy a new one." "you're happy now? don't wanna see you crying."

"yes, but you really need to buy me three cardigans? i just need one."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

hates to see you cry, but if you cry, he'll hold you until you feel better. he doesn't care if you get his shirt wet or if he had to cancel his deals, nothing is more important than his girl.

"shhhh, jus' let it out." "i'm right here, i'm not gonna leave you, doll."

"i'm sorry, i didn't want you to cry like this in front of you."

"don't feel sorry, i'm here to this, 'kay? i'll never leave you."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

tells everyone you're his girlfriend, even though he hasn't asked you yet, because he doesn't know how to do it.

"so, you're dating her?"

"yeah, she's my girl."

"are you telling everyone i'm your girlfriend, chris?"

"you're not?"

"have you asked me, silly?"

dealer.ᐟchris who:

says he loves you when he's high as fuck, because he's scare to tell you when he's sober. even though she loves him back, you wants to hear from his mouth while he's sober.

"i love you, doll."

"you're fucking high, baby."

"but i still love you."

"tell me when you're sober."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

go to all of your concerts. he'll buy you a bouquet and gifts, because he's so proud of you. only you matters to him on the stage, he only pays attention on you.

"oh, is this for me? you don't have to buy it, baby."

"of course i have it, everything for my girl." "no, no, no, don't cry, baby. you deserve it."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

helps you to practice, even though he has no idea how to dance ballet. he just wants to help you.

"are you paying attention, chris?"

"yeah, keep going, doll."

"you have to look at me, not only my ass."

"sorry, ma. you have a nice ass." "sorry, i'll stop looking at you pretty ass."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

never leave your side at parties, because he doesn't want other guys looking at you and because he knows sometimes you feel too shy to talk with someone. he wants you to feel comfortable and if feeling off, he'll bring you back home.

dealer.ᐟchris who:

throws all your plushies on the floor when he's sleeping at your house, because he wants you to cuddle with him and not with your plushies.

"oh no, baby, c'mon."

"you're sleeping with me or with them? c'mon, doll, you're not gonna miss this fucking hello kitty when you with me."

"don't say shit about my hello kitty."

꒰͡⠀NSFW⠀͡꒱

dealer.ᐟchris who:

fuck you in the car after your ballet class, because he's so hard after watching you dance in your tight ballet costumes that he couldn't handle it until got home. he'll fuck you in the backseat.

dealer.ᐟchris who:

makes you remember who you belong after you dance with a male partner. he knows you're just dancing, but it's too much for him. he can't watch another guy touching your body, only he can.

"did he touch you like i do, doll?" "who's better, huh?"

"you. always you, baby." "no one is better than you."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

praises you when you're giving him pleasure. you're driving him insane when you sucking him off or riding him.

"oh jeez! just like that." "you're doing so well to me, doll."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

have to take a break from his deals to take care of you, because every time he lets you smoke in the car, you feel horny. he'll drive you back home and fuck you until you can handle it anymore.

"you're so needy, aren't you? "my pretty doll, always horny when you're high."

dealer.ᐟchris who:

gentle with you when you have your first time together. he'll show you how much he loves you and wants to give you all the pleasure you deserve.

dealer.ᐟchris who:

takes care of you when you're done. he'll clean you, run a bath, order food. everything for his girl and he'll not let you move one muscle, you just rest. he'll give you kisses and massages, then sleep holding you tight.

"you good, doll? did i make you feel good?"

"you're so good for me, baby."

hope you like it, i decided to start the series w the headcannons, so you can know them. <3

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[thecapricunt1616]

Damiana (c.b. oneshot)

𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 (𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓣𝓒): “No. Just stay right like this. I can play with you, right?” He kissed your jaw gently, nipping at the sensitive part near your ear and soothing the sting with his tongue in a way that made you whine. “Yes. But I wanna feel good too” you said, voice needy already. It was quite embarrassing the effect he so easily had on you, he barely even had to try.  “Oh of course princess, y’think I’d neglect my favorite toy? When have I ever left you without makin’ sure y’feel good mm?” He kissed the base your neck right at the top of your spine, spreading your thighs with his knee, your bodies flush together. 

♡ O/S Inspo: Damiana (otherwise known as loveseed) is used to increase the intensity of sexual magick, increase magical energy, divination, dreams/clairvoyance, enhance pleasure and increase psychic abilities.

♡ Summary: You & Carmy wake up extra early on your day off for some reason, so he knows a good way to put you both back to sleep.

♡ W/C: 1,737

♡ Posted Date: 04/18/2024

♡ A/N: OMG Thank you all for 100 followers what the actual heck!!! I want to give each and every one of you a forehead smoochin, thank you so much for hanging out with me and supporting my work! As per usual my requests are alwayyys open! For Carmy x Reader & Carmy x Sydney I woke up today at the asscrack of dawn for no reason at all, and was hit with a strike of writing lightning!! Just in time for my 100 follower celebration :D!!! I hope you enjoy this smutty smutty goodness. Sidenote - Taylor is releasing an album tomorrow so I am bouncing off the walls of my iron cage and gnawing at the bars I'M SO READY!!!! ANYWAYS enjoy my friends <3

♡ Warnings for BTC: Unedited (we die like men!!!)  Breeding kink, swearing, smut smut smut, fluffy needy Carmy, established relationship NO USE OF Y/N

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡

Early mornings with Carmy were your favorite. Well - the early mornings that he wasn’t jumping in the shower even before the sun had kissed the horizon. But these mornings. 

You woke up this morning at 4:52 - it was Sunday, your favorite day. Carmy & your day. The Bear was closed, the single day a week that it was - so it meant your loving, wonderful husband could stay in bed with you until 3 if he wanted.  

He’d told you many times before if you woke before him for some reason on your sacred together day, to wake him because he didn’t want to spend a moment without you - but for now, you watch. 

It wasn’t often you saw your beloved man like this, fully at peace. Well, other then when he fucked you - but while awake he never fully looked this peaceful. 

You carefully brushed his messy curls off of his forehead, dragging your nails across his scalp gently. You just couldn’t help it, you knew how much he loved it. 

‘Mmm?’ He grumbled, his voice thick and low, husky with sleep. 

“Sorry” you whispered, smiling a bit. You couldn’t help but think of a grizzly bear when he’d make noises like that. While he was in this half asleep - half awake state, he would grunt and huff and grumble, especially on Sundays. 

Just like any other day, his internal clock was on time - and today - he has 0 alarms set. 

“No ‘s fine been up” he said softly. 

You kissed his forehead tenderly, the faintest bit of mint sticking to his breath from last night when he brushed his teeth before practically crawling to bed since he was so exhausted. 

“Bear- it’s Sunday- go to sleep” you said, gently rubbing over his bare chest with your soft palm. 

“Damn birds” he grumbled, causing you to giggle. 

“Y’know it’s the boys, actually? Because the uh…the moms. They go out before the sun, to find breakfast. And the dads are - well. Scientists theorize - that the dads are calling the moms back to the nest, like an alarm the kids are up and hungry” you said softly. 

He hums in interest, rolling on his side with his eyes still closed and gently kissing down your neck as you spoke 

“All I heard was a really good reason we don’t have kids yet” he said, voice deep and thick with sleep. 

“Yeah yeah ok Mr ‘im gonna make you a mom’ “ you imitated his horny raspy voice and he chuckled, snaking his hand under your shirt and rubbing over your stomach gently 

“I am as soon as you take this fuckin thing outta y’r arm” he gently bites down on the inside of your bicep where your implant was, sucking gently, causing you to laugh. 

“I swear to god - your hormones Carm, it's like you’re ovulating or something” you teased and he snorts a laugh into your skin 

“Not my fault you make me horny in the morning” he reached up, palming your breast and squeezing gently 

“You were horny before you woke up fucker, I feel you” you teased, wiggling into his bulge that was pressing into your ass firmly. 

He moaned softly, rolling his hips into yours “Y’gonna help me out or do I have to go shower?” He teased with a grin. 

You roll your eyes playfully “gonna make me work before the sun is even fully in the sky?” You asked and he chuckled a bit 

“No. Just stay right like this. I can play with you, right?” He kissed your jaw gently, nipping at the sensitive part near your ear and soothing the sting with his tongue in a way that made you whine. 

“Yes. But I wanna feel good too” you said, voice needy already. It was quite embarrassing the effect he so easily had on you, he barely even had to try. 

“Oh of course princess, y’think I’d neglect my favorite toy? When have I ever left you without makin’ sure y’feel good mm?” He kissed the base your neck right at the top of your spine, spreading your thighs with his knee, your bodies flush together. 

“Well there was that one time-“ you teased as he pulled his cock out 

“Oh the one time I punished you f’r bein’ a brat.” He squeezed your hip and trailed his hand around your stomach, rubbing gently before dipping his fingers in your panties, finding your clit and humming in satisfaction when you whine hotly, arching into his frame further. 

“Cause you were wearing those slutty gray sweatpants and every bitch in the grocery store was staring at your dick print” you counter, causing him to chuckle, the vibration coursing through you since you were flush to him like one being.

“mmmm and is that why you’re so wet, cause you’re thinkin’ about me wearing something slutty?” He teased rubbing slow firm circles in the way that made you writhe and squirm. 

“Stop teasing before you nut all over my back” you smirk and he gasps, feigning offense. 

“Someone is mouthy this morning” he moved the fabric to the left, rubbing his thick cock over your folds easily with your slick aiding him, moaning softly. 

“Mmmm thank you” you rest your head back on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. “Feels soooo nice.” You mumble as he slowly rolls his hips, the head of his cock teasing your clit just enough. 

It wasn’t a full rub, not enough to make you cum for a while, but more a pleasant gentle massage. You felt his hand back on your stomach, rubbing short strokes up and down as he pants, in pure quiet bliss. That was something you adored about him-  whenever you were in public, he was shy, quiet. So quiet. But when you were alone together- the man didn’t have an off switch. 

Neither did you, but yours didn’t shut off in public, either. You did enough talking for the both of you, it was what drew him to you. The only time you made him more quiet, was when he was playing with you this way in the morning. You were pretty sure it was the time, his brain hadn’t fully woken yet - but he had one thought bouncing around like a DVD video logo his cock was achingly hard. 

“I’m probably gonna fall asleep but you’ll wake me right?” You asked and all you got in response was a breathy ‘mmhmm’ 

He gently bit down on your neck, then your shoulder, then your arm, causing you to giggle and look back at him as well as you could “you wanna suck on it. Don’t you.” You teased, referring to your implant. 

Another whiny ‘mmhmm’ and he rolls his hips a bit harder, causing you to moan as his tip ruts over your clit firmer 

“So sweet.” You smiled lazily, closing your eyes once more and humming “I love this Bear y’make me feel so good” you said softly and he whimpers 

“Fuckin’ hell y’too sweet. Lettin’ me play with you like this sweetheart, the sweetest girl” he praises, pushing the hair from your messy sleep off your forehead and kissing your temple. 

“Cus’ y’the best husband” you laced your fingers together and held your hands over your stomach. 

“Mmmm y’know I fuckin love hearin’ y’say that, right?” He rasps, hips getting sloppier and rougher as he got closer to his high. 

“I do every time I say my husband on the phone you blush. It's the cutest thing that you’re still feelin’ like we’re on our honeymoon 2 whole years later” you kissed his hand sweetly. 

“Cause I’m so fuckin’ lucky. Can’t fuckin’ believe y’agreed to take my last name babe. The way you say our last name is so fuckin pretty” he said, kissing your shoulder gently

“I feel so fancy with it. Mrs.Berzatto. Berzatto is so much cooler then my maiden name.” you said 

“Fuckin hell sweetheart im so close can I please cum in you?” He begged, his voice needy and wanting

“Of course Bear Y’don’t need to ask” you said and he released your hand, placing his palm at the base of your abdomen and slipping in, filling you to the hilt. 

You whimper, back arching slightly “mmm feel’so full” you mutter, gasping as he started a quick snap of his hips, jaw falling slack. 

“It’s so fuckin hot that I can feel myself fuck you” he pressed his palm firmer into your abdomen, angling himself in a way to both feel himself better, but also slide perfectly against your gspot 

“Yeah y’get so deep bear. Y’gonna fill me up? Y’gonna knock me up? Mmm?” You whine, your own orgasm approaching fast 

“Fuck yeah I am princess sh-iiit. Fuck gonna make y’a fuckin mom” he grunts, spreading your legs further and reaching down to rub your clit making you clench around him. 

He whimpers hips stuttering as he ruts into you, completely bottoming out trying to get as deep as he can as he empty’s his huge load into you, breathing hard and remaining still inside of you while he rubs your clit in quicker circles. 

He could tell you were on the edge because of the way you were clenching and unclenching around his now overstimulated cock, he wanted to get you there so he could remain inside of you for a while. 

“That’s it, my good girl. Thank you Angel, you took me so well. Y’can always handle whatever I give you it’s so fuckin hot.  Now I’m gonna make sure y’re all taken care of, mmm? Just like I promised” he said softly into the shell of your ear before kissing your head gently. 

“I’m cumming. I’m fucking cumming - oh- fuck-“ you whine, thighs shaking as some of your mixed arousal drips down his balls to his thigh. 

“Gooood. Tha’s it, good girl” he praised, slowing his fingers to a slow rub as he worked you down. 

“Mmm that was so nice Carmy” you hummed, looking back and kissing his lips lovingly. 

“So nice princess. Thank y’for letting me” he kissed the tip of your nose gently “can I stay in a little longer” he kissed your jaw gently 

“Course- I was actually gonna ask you to. I like falling asleep like this” you laced your fingers together holding your interlocked hands over your belly.  “Y’so fuckin perfect” he mumbled into the skin of your neck.

[bigfatbimbo]

Scenarios/headcanons about how Brett Hand feels safe with her!

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Stay With Me, I Don’t Want You to Leave ⭑.ᐟ

a/n — Sometimes I don’t proofread my fics because the thought of reading my own writing back makes me want to die! WHY’S IT ALWAYS SOUND SO BAD??

warnings — Just fluff, like one sex joke, gender neutral reader, hurt/comfort.

summary — Scenarios/headcanons about how Brett Hand feels safe with you

⭑.ᐟ Brett is already desperate for everyone else’s validation, so this would definitely be enhanced with his significant other.

⭑.ᐟ He would live to please you, so you need to be able to keep it real with him. Ground him, while still showing him love.

⭑.ᐟ He has so much crippling self doubt, daily affirmations from you would be very helpful.

⭑.ᐟ Telling him how cute he looks while you straighten his tie in the morning, and at the end of the day always finding something to compliment him about.

“I think you handled that situation earlier really well, by the way,” You looked out the car window. Brett seemed especially anxious, judging from the natural frown on his face and his deadly grip on the steering wheel. “Really?” He asked.

“Yeah, I never know what to do when Reagan looses one of her science-y tools. Girls already uptight, but when she can’t get her work done. Woof—” Your tone was light, he always felt more comfortable that way.

He smiled, looking up, “Yeah, she really hates inconveniences. That’s why I always carry an extra crowbar on my person — it is very uncomfortable under a suit jacket!”

“Well, that’s really considerate, baby.” His grip finally loosened, shoulders resting. “Thanks,” his smile was soft.

⭑.ᐟ You giving your full attention to him any time would also make him feel very safe and loved.

⭑.ᐟ People obviously acknowledge him, but when your attention is payed in full it makes him feel so appreciated. (Also given his childhood).

⭑.ᐟ Having an understanding of his body language is also very important, because if he’s upset chances are we won’t tell because he doesn’t wanna ruin your mood.

⭑.ᐟ So if his acting off, take his hand in yours, caress his knuckles, and subtly ask about what would help.

Ex. “Do you need anything?” “We don’t have to do anything later. I think there’s a Friends marathon on later, how’s that sound?”

Watch him kinda loosen up and look at you with such appreciation. “Yeah, yeah. That sounds good,” he’s almost sigh with relief.

⭑.ᐟ He doesn’t feel like anything is expected of him in your relationship, he can just exist and be himself without having to put on a show.

( I could see him talking to Reagan about you, “They actually like watching old 80s movies with me— Have you ever met anyone willing to sit through a Van Dam movie? I only know two people: me and them! MAN, those movies suck.

“And the sex - its great! For like 15 years, I thought my only kink was fufilling other peoples kinks, turns out there’s SO much more to me, Reagan!” )

⭑.ᐟ Brett really feels seen around you, like you actually make him feel cared about. And that is such a big part in his feeling safe with you.

a/n — btw, Reagan fic coming hopefully tonight. After that I wanna do something with Gigi, peg Brett, and then probably a Stanley Pines fic?

[miguelhugger2099]

Hello! I’m not exactly sure if you’re taking requests right now but if you’re not then you can just ignore this lol

Would you be comfortable with doing a fem reader x subby miguel? Maybe he’s tired from all his work or he’s just willing to try out whatever she wants, but if you could make him very easily flustered by the reader too i think it would be super cute haha. Also maybe if you could add a lot of body worship? (Reader worshiping Miguel’s body lol, praising him and telling him how handsome/gorgeous he is, etc.)

I’m in love with your writing and your first smut that you wrote was SO good I knew I had to make a request. Your writing is honestly so good and I love how you write miguel!! 🫶🫶🫶

Melting

hehe this ask is super cute !! of course im comfortable w it i’d kiss the ground he walks on if i could !!!! Miguelito deserves so much love and relaxation <3 thank you thank you soso much for the kind words <3333 giggling and twirling my hair i was so sure i’d get clowned in the comments LMFAO but i’m so happy people really liked my first smut haha Thank you for the ask nonie ml and i really tried with this one </3 Sub!Miguel x Fem!Reader, Smut, Word Count: 4,451 And yes my requests are open ! c:

You often saw Miguel cramped in his home office, slouched in his chair as he gazed at the dimmed yellow monitors. If he wasn’t out doing his part as Spider-Man, he was home reviewing and watching the multiverse for hours and hours on end. You felt helpless watching him work to exhaustion and to a point where you had to help his half-asleep form back to bed with you.

At first, you tried to alleviate that stress by making him food. You’d make his favorites and freshly made too so you could then pop by his office or HQ to deliver it with a warm smile.

“Gracias, preciosa.” He’d murmur against your temple after giving it a small kiss. You beamed up at him and your chest swelled hearing the slight relaxed tone in his voice. Miguel tucked your hair back and gave you a small smile of his own, the yellow hue of the monitors enhanced the eyebags and tired look on his face. You’d offer to stay with him but he’d always refuse.

“Go home, mami. It’s nothing you should concern yourself about.” He placed the containers down on a nearby counter.

“I just wanna help, Miggy.” You frowned, reaching up to cup his face. Miguel felt his heart flutter from your touch and he pushed down the feeling of heat crawling up his cheeks.

He took your hands off his face, choosing to hold them in his own hands. “I know you do, mama, but I’ve got it. I can handle this. I’m used to it.” He tried reassuring you, squeezing your hand.

You squeezed back. “Just because you’re used to it, doesn’t make it right,” You protested and Miguel chuckled. “Let me help.” You offered again.

“No, I’ll be home tonight.” He let go of your hands and gently ushered you out. You let him with a pout on your face and before you two went your separate ways, you faced him.

“I love you.” You whisper. Miguel’s face melts into a gentle look, his hand tilting your chin up.

“Te quiero más que nada.” He leans down to peck your lips, lingering for a little while longer and then sending you on your way.

The next thing you tried was to be as cuddly as possible. Despite Miguel’s brooding persona and bulky frame, he was really just a softie inside. He’d never admit it or even show a glimpse of that side to anyone else, but when he came home weary and sleepy, his guard would drop tenfold after seeing you.

So here he was, trudging along inside the penthouse and dumping his body on your shared bed. You watched with a little bit of amusement and concern as Miguel took a deep breath and loudly sighed. You placed your holopad down and ran your fingers through his hair, making him moan in delight and lean into your touch. You tucked your legs underneath you and helped Miguel place his head on your lap. His arms wrapped around your waist and he nuzzled closer to your stomach.

“Rough day?” You asked gently. Miguel managed to grunt in response, his hands running under your shirt to feel more of your skin. You turned his head to the side and caressed his cheek with your finger. Your other hand still combed through his wavy locks, carefully detangling the strands and finding more gray hairs. “Pobrecito.” You cooed. Your fingernails scratched his scalp and you felt his breathing gradually slow down. You smiled down at him with his eyes closed, the stress lines on his forehead and eyebrows had lifted up which made him look more peaceful.

Miguel woke up with a start, his eyes opening suddenly and groaning as he got up from your lap. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and face. “Sorry, mami, I didn’t mean to, uh…sleep on you.” He sighed. You placed your hands on his forearms.

“No, no, no disculpes,” You shake your head with a worried tone. You reached up to help push back the strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead. “You’re tired. Come sleep, baby.” You tugged on his hand but Miguel shook his head.

“No, you’ve done more than enough. I have to get back to work.” He mumbled, bringing you in his arms and kissing the crown of your head. He left another kiss to both your cheeks and finally to your lips. Before you could convince him to stay, he got up from the bed and his mask phased around his head, making his way out the window to start late night patrol.

You watched his retreating figure swing out the window with his webs and you felt your heart sink to your stomach. Miguel worked too hard and too much. He was going to stretch himself thin at this rate.

So, you decided enough was enough. You were going to help Miguel relax whether he liked it or not.

Like usual, Miguel came home with heavy footsteps, yawning as he entered the bedroom. You watched as his suit materialized off of him and left him just in his boxers. He greeted you with a kiss to your temple. “I’m home, bebé.” He murmured before he sat at the edge of the bed, resting his hands on his knees and stretching side to side. He turned his back and you both heard a small pop from cracking it. Miguel groaned and rubbed the back of his neck and his shoulders.

You approached behind him, placing your hands on the sides of his arms. You kissed the back of his neck which made him shiver. “Tense?” You asked.

Miguel tried shaking his head, not wanting to bother you. “No, no, I’m okay.” But your hands continued to roam, sliding up his shoulders. You applied slight pressure where you felt a knot and Miguel moaned, his head hanging.

You smiled. “Mhm, yeah sure,” You teased. You leaned over him and kissed his cheek and you saw Miguel with his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed–embarrassed at being caught red handed. “You work so hard, baby. Let me take care of it tonight, hm?” You pressed another kiss to his ear, feeling a bit of heat radiating off it. The palm of your hand dug into a knot again and Miguel groaned.

With his cheeks a little flushed, he nodded. “Okay, okay…Fine.” In that moment, you began roaming your hands around his back, riding them up onto his shoulders and he visibly relaxed in your arms. You kept at that motion, just innocently massaging him and kneading out the tense muscles from his poor worn out body. Miguels’s eyes stayed closed with the occasional groan and hiss when you successfully eased that tension.

After finishing on the top, you trailed down the curve of his waist, which Miguel stiffened at. You glanced up and saw the tips of his ears darken. “So pretty.” You murmured. Your thumbs rubbed and dug into his skin in a caressing motion at his waist while you pressed a kiss at the back of his jawline. Miguel ever so quietly, let out a small whimper and the two of you stopped moving.

“Did you–”

“Thank you, mami, but that’s enough.” He spoke over you, turning his head away to hide his burning cheeks. He stayed facing away from you, preparing to get under the covers while you sat still and processed.

Before he could get under the covers, you stopped him by grabbing his arm. “Miguel, no, it’s okay! I wasn’t expecting it is all–”

You pulled his arms back to make him turn around and face you. The words on your lips cutting off when you scanned his dark red cheeks. It was hard to tell with only the moon as a source of light and his naturally tanned skin, but you saw just enough of the red hue across his face and the way his eyes still turned to the side to not meet yours. Your brows furrowed in confusion on why he was so embarrassed when you took a double take at the bulge growing in his boxers.

“Miguel–”

“Amor, can we just please go to sleep–”

“Miguel–”

“We don’t need to do anything and it’s late. We’re both tired, so–”

“Miguel.” You said firmly, taking his face in your hands and forcing him to look at you. Miguel pursed his pouty lips, his eyes barely containing his embarrassment as he glanced down at you.

You held his flushed gaze with your firm one. “Let me take care of you tonight.” Miguel’s lips parted slightly, feeling small under your intense gaze that slowly gained desire in them. He let out a shaky breath, his heart pounding in his chest before nodding.

His hands lifted up and were about to grab your waist before you stopped him again, your hands falling from his face.

“Tonight’s about you, Miguel.” You placed your hands on his chest and his mouth shut closed, gulping nervously.

He nodded wordlessly again, letting you take control and pushing him gently on his back into the soft pillows. Miguel stared up at you as you climbed on top of him, a goddess in the flesh, and his heart pounded loudly. The blood flowed through his body to make him hot and straight down to his groin where his cock strained against the fabric.

You leaned over him, capturing his lips with yours and he sighed against your cheeks, his hands immediately finding the flesh of your waist and gripping tightly. Your hands made quick work to roam his body, feeling the ridges of his pecs and down to his abs. He moaned softly, tight stomach tensing when your feathery touch grazed his skin. You heard Miguel whimper when you continued to feel his stomach, feeling the very small pudge of skin that he had started to gain after not being to work out as often.

You separated your lips from his and he subconsciously reached for you again. Miguel’s eyes opened with a desired haze to them even as you began to kiss down his neck and collarbone. He tilted his head up, feeling your soft lips brush against his hot skin and you could just barely hear the beating of his heart. He gripped your waist tighter, holding onto you for a sense of reality.

“Such a gorgeous body. All mine.” You mumbled against him. Miguel shivered, his heart stuttering in his chest. Your teeth gently bit into his neck, suckling and licking to give him a pretty purple mark. Miguel gasped before shutting his mouth shut to hinder his moans, but his legs shook and he bucked his hips up to your core.

Giving into his neediness, you grinded down on his cock, the two of you moaning at the friction that only fueled the fire. “You’ll let me love such a pretty man like you, hm?” You kissed his ear and then moved downwards again, your breath grazing over his nipples which made him whine.

“Haah, yes, yes, please…” He huffed, stumbling over his words and murmured your name like a prayer as he felt you leave hot kisses down his body.

You gently pulled down his boxers, watching his cock spring up and leak a bead of pre-cum over his tip. You lips kissed his tip which made Miguel whine and stiffen, his hands itching to push your head down but he was just too embarrassed still. You used your hand to grasp him and give an experimental stroke.

“Ay, Dios…” He choked out, arching his back and gripping the sheets tightly in his fists. “Wait, wait, wait…” He whined, writhing beneath you but you only shushed him by kissing his abdomen. Miguel’s body was already shaking and sweating, hot and bothered by a simple touch of your hand.

“What? What is it, baby?” You purred and began stroking him up and down slowly. His eyes rolled back, bucking his hips in time with the pumps and he moaned your name. Miguel's talons ripped through the fabric while he lolled his head to the side and breathed heavily. His fangs dug into his bottom lip, piercing the skin and a dribble of blood leaked out which he lapped up with his tongue. “Do you like it when I touch you like this? Do you want it faster?” You sped up a notch which made him choke. “Harder?” You teased, twisting your hand and made Miguel jolt with pleasure.

“Fuck, mami…” Miguel whimpered, thrusting into your hand with a desperate plea for more. He swung his arm over his eyes with his head tilted back and his mouth parted open. His plump lips quivering with each breath he took.

His squirming and whining made your eyes light up, a rush of heat running straight to your cunt when he called you mami oh so sweetly. “I love the sounds you make.” You praised. “The way you throb in my hand, the way I can tell that pretty mouth of you wants to moan louder.”

Miguel quickly shut his mouth, blushing darker and keeping his arm over his eyes, hoping you wouldn’t see how close he was to cumming so soon. He knew he couldn’t hide for long, you had him in the palm of your hand, literally and figuratively. You tutted softly, stopping your movement which Miguel gasped at the loss of it and losing the bubbling ecstasy. “Move your eyes, amor. I want to see you.”

He inhaled and exhaled a few weak breaths before lowering his arm down at his side. You gleamed up at him when your eyes met his scarlet eyes accompanied with the same delicious color on his cheeks. His eyes darted around your face, slightly unfocused and still very much aroused.

“Hi, beautiful.” You smiled and leaned up to kiss him which he reciprocated with quivering lips. When you pulled away, he smiled up at you bashfully.

“Hi.” He whispered back, his heart swelling with love for you.

You kissed his cheek once and then moved back down to face his painfully hard cock. You glanced up at him and Miguel felt his heart skip a beat at the eye contact.

“Keep your eyes on me, okay?” You held his thighs and felt the smoothness of his skin. Miguel nodded, though he knew you didn’t really have to ask since he was already bewitched by you.

You lowered your head and gave a small kitten lick to the slit on his tip and licked up the dribble of precum that had fallen down his shaft. He hissed and forced himself still to not fuck your mouth immediately. His legs spread further apart and gave you more access to his needy cock that twitched with every small lick of your tongue.

He watched as you wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked softly, Miguel’s hand finding your hair and gripping the strands tightly. He groaned and began panting heavily. “Shit, shit…”

You flattened your tongue under him and slid more of his inches in your warm, wet mouth, careful to properly take him down your throat.

“Fuck!” He cried out when his tip bumped against the back of your throat. His thighs tenses up and nearly squeezed your head between his legs. The saliva building up in your mouth coated his cock and ensued a lewd and erotic sound of slurping and sucking. Miguel, barely holding onto his sanity, yanked your hair by accident and he spewed mumbles of apologies before being cut off by his own sounds of pleasure.

You didn’t mind the pain. It only sent a wave of pleasure through your body and you felt yourself become wetter by the second. You could get off just by his cute moans and whimpers, succumbing to your mouth and tongue. You bobbed your head up and down with his hand helping you, occasionally taking all of him with your nose pressed up against the tuft of pubes which made Miguel sob and thrust into your eager mouth. “Please, please, please…!” He cried.

You moaned around him, your tongue swirling and tasting his musk and precum, your own hips wiggling around to feel something but you had enough sense to focus on Miguel’s pleasure first and foremost. His pleasure was your pleasure. Your hands felt up and down his waist, feeling the curve of it before going back to his meaty thighs. Your moans were added as vibrations to his cock and Miguel squirmed, his eyes glassy and his mouth continued to beg and plead.

“Más, mami, porfa–Oh, god,” He groaned, shuddering when your nails raked across his inner thighs. He felt his balls tighten up and his cock twitching in your mouth, almost reaching his peak. Your nails then dug into his skin, making sure Miguel wouldn’t pull you off. “Fuck, i’m so close–I’m gonna cum..” He choked out. His hand in your hair tried to tug you off but you held your ground. Your mouth continues to work, wet slurping and sucking loudly with his throbbing dick coated in a mix of his cum and your spit. Miguel took a hesitant look down at the erotic scene of your pretty face and wide eyes looking up at him while you slobbered over his thick length made him burst the bubble in his stomach.

Miguel let out a loud groan, bucking his hips up further in your mouth, his tip pressing the back of your mouth and spurting his hot strings of cum. He stilled in your mouth, twitching as a few more final ropes shot down your throat and his heart beating loudly in his ears. He pushed your head down as you swallowed as much as you could and the amount you couldn’t, dribbled out from the corner of your lips and down on his shaft and thighs. His face scrunched up and then his eyes rolled back when he felt you suckling the rest of his essence he had to offer. “S-stop…” He whined.

Instead of stopping, you gulped the rest of him down and licked him clean, sliding off him with a wet pop. You licked your lips and kissed his softening cock and watched him slowly come down from the clouds. Miguel’s body laid limp against the pillows, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths and sweat glistening his perfect body. He blinked slowly, his eyes gazing up at the ceiling in a daze. When he gained a bit of his mind back, he screwed his eyes shut and covered his face with his hands. His post-coital clarity made him feel extremely embarrassed at how lost he got in it, cumming in your mouth like that. He felt his cheeks burn, the heat of it prickling the nerves in his system.

Miguel felt your hands move his from his face. He only became more flustered seeing the dribble of his white cream by your chin and your teasing smile. “You look so perfect when you cum, baby.” You purred.

Miguel turned away, his eyebrows furrowing. “Don’t say things like that..” He mumbled but you knew his heart skipped a beat whenever you spoke so fondly of him.

“Don’t be like that,” You pouted, tilting your head. Your fingernails grazed across his chest leaving goosebumps in your wake. “You know I could never get enough of you,” You felt around his warm skin, tilting his chin to face you again. “I can’t help but want more when you look so cute.” Miguel didn’t respond but it was just because he was holding back another whimper but he felt his cock twitch from your words. He gulped and your grin widened, crawling in his lap.

With you on top of him, even though you have been so kind and sweet to him this whole night, he always thought you were more beautiful than anything he had ever seen. So he let your hands wander after straddling him again. “God, you’re perfect.” You whispered, your hand resting on his chest, tracing the scars scattered across him. Miguel held onto your waist again, gently guiding your clothed pussy over his growing erection. Your praise was music to his ears even if he couldn’t admit it with words. He found joy in knowing you desired him and craved him especially with how you never seemed to stop touching his muscles and chest.

You lifted your bottom up to slip your panties off, Miguel watching as you tossed it to the side. You lifted your tank top off and revealed your breasts to him, his pupils blown wide. His hand lifted up your body and cupped one in his palm, squeezing it gently. His thumb swiped across your perked nipples and you moaned softly, arching further into his touch. Your sweet sounds of pleasure made blood rush straight to his dick and he let go of your tit to cup the back of your head and bring you down for a passionate kiss.

You both moaned into the kiss, both of you also grinding on each other, his cock slipping between your folds and coating himself with your wetness. “I love you.” You mumbled against his lips. Miguel wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you closer, his tongue slipping through your mouth to find yours.

“I love you.” He groaned back. In the midst of all this, he helped you sink down on his now hard cock. You mewled when his fat tip split you in half, sliding into your warm, velvety walls. Miguel whined and separated from your lips to dig his fangs into your neck. You squealed and clutched onto his shoulders tightly while he continued to stuff you full with his girth.

“Fuck, yes…” You moaned, finally feeling him inside you and stretching you to fit all of him. You wasted no time in moving your hips and grinding your clit on him. Miguel took his fangs out of your neck, gently sucking and licking the spot he had bit you as little apologies for causing you pain. But you were blinded with lust, pushing yourself up with your new freedom to press your hands on his chest as leverage while you bounced on him.

Miguel grit his teeth and his talons pricked your skin when he grabbed your hips. His mind became jelly once more, even worse with your tight cunt wrapped around him so snugly. He bucked his hips up to meet your bouncing and made your tits jiggle with every thrust. He couldn’t help but reach up again and play with your nipples, tweaking them and pulling on them. You arched your back and clenched around him, another gush of pleasure coating his already drenched cock. You hung your head, strays of your hair sticking to your face from sweat while the wet slapping of skin reverberates around the bedroom.

“You feel so good, god–Miguel…” You moaned, raking your nails down his chest, cupping his slim waist. Miguel whimpered, becoming putty underneath you while you slammed yourself onto him. “Perfect body, perfect lips, perfect cock–ah!” You choked out, your voice shaking as you succumbed to the feeling of desire.

Miguel’s face scrunched up in pleasure, huffing and sobbing as he chased that same high he had when you were taking his entire length down your throat. The image reappearing in his mind and his cock twitched violently inside you, smacking up against that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars.

“I’m gonna cum again, mama…” He slurred. He should’ve expected this. He was still so sensitive after you gave him a blowjob. You just looked so good, he wanted to be inside you–embarrassingly desperate as it was. He felt tears prick his eyes, whether from lust or shame he didn’t know. “You just feel so good.” He tilted his head to the side and back against the pillow, his eyes shut as he focused on the way you clenched so perfectly around him–your pussy stretched to the perfect size of his dick.

“It’s okay, baby, I know, I know,” You whined through the sounds of lewd squelching between your bodies. You leaned over him again, your breasts pressing and rubbing against his chest while you rode him faster which made Miguel clutch at your back. His large arms surrounded you while pathetically thrusting up into you even while his hips stuttered every moment. Your hands curled through his hair and you rested your forehead on his, half-lidded eyes watching him chase his pleasure.

“C’mon, cum. I can feel you, you’re so close, yeah? It’s okay baby, let go. I’m right here, pretty boy.” You panted and Miguel’s back arched up at the pet name, finally blowing his load into you. You couldn’t tell whether his nails or talons scratched your back but you welcomed it all the same, grinding on him to prolong his orgasm and reach yours. Miguel sobbed your name while he was pumping the rest of himself in you, your pussy clamping down on him as you came with a squeal. He was an absolute mess, sweating, heaving and shaking while you convulsed around him and milked him dry.

You fell on top of him and your bodies relaxed again with his hands weakly on your hips and your hands around his head. You buried yourself in the crook of his neck, blinking at the purple and red marks you planted on his skin. Eventually your breathing slowed down enough to speak again. You lifted your head up slightly to see Miguel’s eyes were still shut but his mouth was still open and regaining stability.

“Are you relaxed?” You huffed. Miguel barely opened his eyes to glide his eyes towards you. The flushed color on his face was returning back to his normal color slowly and he swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing in motion.

“More than relaxed, Christ.” He groaned, his eyes closing again for a moment before turning to look at you again. “Thank you…for that…” He mumbled.

You smiled. “Of course. I said I’d take care of you.” You nuzzled against his cheek and he nodded.

“Yeah… Yeah, I know. That too but also that, um…” He hesitated. “The nice things you said…during…it…” He looked away, the red color returning to his cheeks. You stood up on your elbow with a growing grin.

“What? You mean when I said your body’s perfect? Or when I call you pretty? Or maybe when I tell you I’m glad you’re mine.” You leaned in closer while Miguel leaned back trying to turn away from your teasing, but you knew better.

Especially when you felt him twitching inside you.

A/N: im really nervous about this one i dont think i did that well

[vampiretendencies]

what about canon!rafe cameron x wife!reader married life?

warnings; fluff, suggestive maybe, mention of kids

pairing; canon!rafe x fem!wife!reader

authors note; did this in the form of mini headcanons cause it’s too the point of what married life would be like in my opinion. hope you like it!

canon!rafe who obsesses over wife!reader, nearly a thousand times a day. he can’t fathom being married to a lover such as you.

canon!rafe who has his wife’s ring polished and cleaned once a month so that anyone who sees your hand sees the big ass rock on your finger. showy, sharp, karat wrapped, and more reflective everytime. as well as paying for your nails because, along with the ring comes sensational nails. and he loves for you to scratch along his back in longing for him, whilst it also soothes his worries away.

“d’you wanna pick the color this time?”

“you’d look pretty with any color princess.”

canon!rafe who insists on taking a warm bath with his wife every night. pressing plentiful kisses to your neck, having you lean against his soap clad chest. he desired to draw shapes on your skin, or making you guess the word he just wrote with his finger tip on your back. after a long day at work, being wrapped in all that his wife has to offer is absolutely beguiling. to be so engulfed inside of his wife had to be his favorite part of the night.

canon!rafe who cooks dinner when he’s home early or if he’s off. if he finds a new recipe and he thinks it’s something you’ll like he’s going to cook is. always getting you to come and test out the recipe. it was something so sensual about the way he’d curl his index finger under your chin, to tilt your head slightly, allowing your lips to purse around the spoon. swallowing down whatever it was he prepared, and he seemingly did so in excellence every time.

“good princess?”

“s’so good rafe!”

canon!rafe who’s been late to work a few times watching his wife get ready in the morning. there’s something so satisfying about watching you enhance your beauty that he can’t quite pinpoint. but maybe it’s the domestic feel— the feel of your life having a plan, having a routine alongside someone so unspeakably alluring. but there’s a downside also, he can’t smoother your face in kisses after, so he settles for peppering them to your neck. not as good in his opinion, but it’s still you under his touch.

“coming by for lunch my love?”

“wouldn’t miss it.”

canon!rafe who is ready for kids but he wants to embellish and continue discovering the undiscovered about his wife. it would be a complete 360 but he’d be willing to adjust as long as it’s with you. small versions of him decorating his life with adoration, and he can’t wait for that day.

“i want 3 boys.”

“3?!!”

canon!rafe who was adamant on every square inch of his office being decorated in you. from the picture of you kissing his cheek on his desk to the one of you asleep as his laptop background. because he dares someone to look his wife’s way, or breathe in her direction— he’s losing it. his wife is his wife for a reason.

canon!rafe who dresses his wife in the latest shoes, purses, etc. the definition of living lavish. but he doesn’t do it to spoil you or anything of the sort. he through and through thought that you deserved it. always leaving little gift bags here and there of whatever he can muster. whether it’s shopping online or sneaking off to a mall. he’s getting it for you.

canon!rafe who purchased a magnet calendar for the refrigerator to plan date nights accordingly. seeing when schedules are free and basing them off that, every date night he tries to top the last one. date nights are at least once a week, because he craves that extra attention once a week. actually it’s more than that, but date night is always the kicker. going out to dinner and then spending the rest of the night in aimless kissing, and uncontrollable touching. the love never seemed to run out.

“couldn’t keep my hands off of you tonight.”

“is it the dress?”

“no it’s you, princess … nobody does it like you.”

[k-hotchoisan]

Congrats on 500 I'm so proud!! I'd love to request number 21from your 'this or that' list, excited to see what you will choose!

21. Get fucked by San in the dance studio or Get fucked by Jongho in the recording studio?

NO BC YOU SAW THE SHIT ABOUT ATEEZ SAYING SAN DANCES SHIRTLESS IN THE DANCE STUDIO?????? I CANT KEEP PRETENDING IM GOd’S STRONGEST SOLDIER COS IM NOT!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

IT HAS NOT LEFT MY MIND SINCE THEN

No thanks to the sexual tension, you and San obviously do more than just dance in the dance studio.

Genre/Warnings: semi public sex, smut, sweaty sex 🔥, mirror sex, unprotected sex, cream pies, dirty talk

Tag list: @bro-atz @diamond-3 (message me if you wanna be in my taglist!)

K’s500: this or that? Masterlist

You don’t know how you ended up here, in the practice room, but it was probably because San ended up luring you and trapping you here. You knew you should have turned your heel and left the damn room when you found the rumors of him always going shirtless during dance practice were true.

And now he has you on his lap, grinding against his hard-on, your hands feeling every part of skin like a fucking buffet. You’ve almost been dreaming for this. He has his lips locked on yours, his thumb grazing your bottom lip to remind you to hang your jaw open for him. You swear he could eat you whole and you’d just allow it to happen.

San’s gaze lands on the mirror before him and he cracks a smile as he shifts you to have your back agains his chest. Your face flushes at the sight of you in the mirror, spread out, the lights of room only enhancing how wet your cunt looks. San drags his fingers over your hole with two fingers as he tugs your folds open, and the slick only glistens underneath the bright lights.

His voice is melting any common sense you have left in your mind as he mutters right into your ear, “we should take advantage of this mirror, shouldn’t we?”

“What if we get caught?” you ask, albeit breathlessly as you feel his hard erection just pressing against your spine.

“We won’t”, San replies, trailing his hands up to your tits under your shirt as he gives them a squeeze, making you gasp. He’s peppering kisses and bites down your neck as he switches back and forth from lightly pinching your nipples and squeezing your tits, evidently, that was more than enough to turn you into putty in his hands as you sigh, shutting your eyes to just sink into the pleasure.

“Keep your eyes open,” he commands, and your eyes flutter open, if it’s not you noticing the way you’re spreading your legs even wider, it’s the way he’s staring at you through the mirror looking hungry as fuck for you. Your shirt is lifted all the way up over your chest, and you’re practically naked in front of him. You feel so exposed but something about seeing yourself looking so aroused and being touched all over by Choi San only turned you on even more.

“Fuck me, please”, you murmur, loud enough for him to hear. He hears it, that’s definite, but he tilts his head, acting confused.

“Come again, babe? Didn’t hear you.”

You bite your lip.

“I want you to fuck me”, you say, a little louder this time. San continues to feign ignorance. He shakes his head, “still can’t hear you Angel.”

“Fucking hell. I need you to fuck me dumb, Choi fucking San!” You exclaim, tightening your grip on his arm.

That’s only when San has his satisfied smile plastered, before lifting you off his lap, and removing his sweats. You stare at the way his cock emerges from the fabric and swallow hard. As he pumps his cock a couple of times, he pats his lap for you to sit on and you immediately comply.

There you are, back facing his chest again, as you stare at the way he’s fucking his hand through the mirror. He’s doing his best to hold back but you could tell the way his eyes are starting to glaze over from the pleasure.

You hover over his cock and slowly sink yourself in, eyes rolling at how he’s stretching you so fucking good at every inch he pushes in. You gasp when his cockhead presses deep in you, before completely dropping onto him, and a groan escapes San’s lips, his hands adding pressure on your lips.

“You feel so fucking good, babe”, he sighs into your ear, shifting slightly to make sure he’s buried in you to the hilt, and oh god does it feel like fucking heaven.

It’s almost automatic—you lift your hips slightly before dropping down, your hands gripping his thighs. No, it felt too fucking good that you could barely even move yourself. A soft chuckle drifts into your ear.

“Dick too fucking good?” He asks. But obviously he never gives you the chance to answer because he thrusts his hips up, and a broken cry releases from your lips.

“S-San-“ you cry out, but San begins to catch a steady rhythm of fucking you from below.

He reminds you again, “look at the mirror, look at how fucking pretty you look right now, look at how you’re getting ruined by me.” You barely keep your eyes open, and the sight on the mirror was borderline pornographic—his cock being swallowed by your hole as he pulls out again, watching the way you cream on his cock.

“You’re squeezing me darling”, San laughs, even though it’s through a broken moan. You’re starting to sob a little because it feels so fucking good. San strokes your thighs, only for him to hold them open as he ensures his whole length is deep in you every time he fucks into you.

“San, so deep. You’re so fucking deep”, you mutter, slowly losing any ounce of rationality.

“Does it feel good?”

You nod. “More. Break me.”

Something flashes in his eyes for a moment that you don’t catch because he has you lying on the ground with your ass up, and he forces you to look at the mirror as he has his fingers curl around your neck, and his other hand holds your hips before he pushes his cock back into you again.

Your eyes roll back, and another sob escapes you. He doesn’t let you adjust and he rails you from the back. You have no choice but to watch the way he pounds into you from the back in the mirror, the wet slapping sounds even louder this time. You hear his groans that grow higher in octave, and you don’t register the way drool is threatening to slip past the corner of your lips.

“Too much! S-San!” You cry out the moment you feel something funny in your abdomen. He ignores you, only replying with a curt smile before landing his hand on your ass, causing you to jerk forward in surprise, your mouth hanging open.

“Let it go. You know you want to.”

The strange feeling tightens in your stomach the more he hits deep into you, until you completely break and scream his name, squirting all over him, your mind going blank as your body convulses in bliss. San makes sure you ride your orgasm out before he sinks himself deep into you, and warm fluid spurts right into your cunt.

“Fuck. That’s it. Take it all in your cunt, darling”, he grunts, squeezing your ass as he empties himself in you.

There’s a short moment of silence before he pulls out. You slump onto the cold, wooden floor, trying to catch your breath, watching San pull his sweats up again, pocketing his phone and towel. You feel him tugging your shorts up for you and your shirt over your shoulders, and then his arms under you as he carries you, placing a kiss on your temple.

Through hazed eyes, you pout.

“We’re definitely gonna get caught”, which San only replies with a soft laugh.

“It’s practicing—just a different kind.”

[angelbaby-fics]

Attatched At The Hip

Word Count: 660

A/N: ahh this was just some rambly thoughts about bucky that kinda turned into a fic? i don't love how i ended it so maybe i'll revisit this in a little bit when my computer is fixed but i couldn't resist posting it already because i just. guys i love bucky so much and i just wanna tlk about him all the time. lol. so yeah this is just some bucky fluff that i hope you guys enjoy 💕

That’s what Steve always teased that you and Bucky were, attached at the hip. If you could spend the rest of your life anywhere in the whole world, it would be cradled in Bucky’s left arm, held safely and firmly against his side. It wasn’t a matter of favoritism, you loved your daddy just as dearly as your Baba, and you were always eager and excited for hugs and kisses from the great Captain America. You and Bucky had a deep bond just between the two of you, one that Steve respected and understood, and being constantly held was mutually beneficial for that bond: you were always able to be soothed and cared for whenever your heart desired it, and Bucky was persistently reminded that he was loved, safe, and doing good by you. 

Plus, it helped that his metal arm never, ever got tired. 

That’s how you found yourself now, cradled into Bucky’s side and perched upon his muscular thigh in the Avengers compound briefing room. Usually when a meeting was called, you’d be left with whichever caregiver didn’t have to attend that day, or you got to go to daycare if both were recruited that day. This time, however, you were still fast asleep on Bucky’s chest where you’d decided to take your nap that day when he got the meeting alert. Steve was off that day and offered to take care of you while Bucky was busy, but the thought of rousing you from your most peaceful state made both their hearts ache, so along you came. 

Coos of adoration had echoed through the meeting room when Bucky entered with you, but he politely shushed his coworkers. The goal was to keep you asleep for as much of the meeting as possible, knowing that as soon as you woke up you’d want a bottle, and that waking up in a strange room would probably send you into a tantrum anyways. Fortunately, with Bucky’s enhanced hearing, he was able to sit in the far back of the room with you and still hear everything being said. 

The change in location from the couch all the way to the briefing room only caused you to stir the tiniest bit, Bucky’s even breaths keeping you rooted in your slumber as the meeting commenced. At one point, Thor let out a raucous laugh, and you seemed to react in your sleep, flexing your fingers at the sound of your friend, but not even the excitement at the thought of playtime could outweigh the comfort you felt in Bucky’s arms. He ran his right hand across your back, soothing you back into dreamland for the rest of the meeting, and you only finally awoke as everybody was saying their goodbyes and Bucky stood up to leave.

Maybe it was because you’d already napped for over two hours, maybe it was the shift of energy in the room as all the Avengers were now free to shake off work mode and socialize with each other. You lifted your heavy head from Bucky’s shoulder and blearily looked around, half open eyes taking in the fact that you were not at home and instead in an area of the compound you rarely had reason to visit. Seeing all your Avenger friends together in this location, you put two and two together, grabbing tightly onto Bucky’s shirt as you looked up at him with worry. 

“Baba gotta go to a meeting now?” You asked, still fragile from your nap and not wanting to give up the comfort of your caretaker’s embrace. But Bucky only chuckled. 

“Doll, I already went to the meeting, you slept through it!”

“I did?” You questioned with genuine surprise, in disbelief that you’d done such a thing.

“Sure did, angel. Did you have a good nap?” “Uh huh!” You nodded. “I had a dream… I was playin’ wif Thor.” 

You smiled to yourself, recalling the way you’d heard him laugh even in your slumber. 

[gemharvest]

Okay hear me out (and I will forget I sent an ask in again 2 seconds later) RGB as crystal gems

PREFACING THIS ART WITH AN "I'm sorry I didn't lean more into the SU side of things" I am being so fr I don't wanna mess with trying to figure out more gem-like outfits for them so they're basically the same except with limited palettes and also gems. I don't think it's actually gonna matter to anyone but ANSJKNKDGJ if I don't open with that my brain will Explode. /lh

GO CRAZY GO STUPID AHHHHHH. GEMS. I'm going to have to put my bullet points under a read more just cuz I know I am about to fucking Go Off. grins

Girlfriend is a red diamond. Boyfriend is a peridot. Pico is a green spinel.

GIRLFRIEND:

Went with a diamond cuz of the status thing. I am almost worried it feels like too easy of a pull but I doonnn't care I think it'd be fun if she was a diamond. :) Red obviously because it's her color.

Playing off the status thing; ofc her parents would also be diamonds and so you can have the reasoning of "oh this isn't a high-rank gem" for them not liking Boyf. I mean if you need any reasoning aside from them just being unreasonable LOL but that's always there.

Placement on her chest because !! love !!!! That's also why it's a heart-shaped cut instead of a. Diamond shape.

My backup assignment for her would be a jasper because I think it'd suit her well to be any quartz, and with jasper you can get close to her reds !! The status thing is really what made me decide on a diamond tho.

As I type this I realize there are some vaaaguee similarities to Pink I could pull as extra reasoning but shruuuugs my brain is NOT in an analytical mood rn so I'll just let others chew on that for me.

This isn't really relevant to RGB but I wanna mention it: I think it'd be funny if the demon henchmen were rubies.

BOYFRIEND:

The biggest factor for me going peridot with him is the fact that a common headcanon for canon Peridot is that she's autistic and while I mostly work with ADHD Boyf myself (since that's the experience I can pull from personally)... I am a sucker for a good autistic/AuDHD read with him.

This man is short and Era 2 peridots are short. If I drew him SU style this guy would need limb enhancers. lol

Instead of a prohibition symbol his shirt has the outline of a star. I just find that neat. :)

He would sooooooo suck at a peridot's role but also iirc in canon he's a college drop out anyways so it cancels out. He's got that Greg Universe in him.

Honestly, I put his gem placement on the back of his hand bc I had no clue where else to put it. My secondary placement for it would be on his forehead bc it'd make me giggle with him being Dumb but canon Peridot already has the forehead placement so I didn't go ahead with that.

HE STOLE PICO'S GREEN SPOT. spritzing him with water like a naughty dog BAD BOYFRIEND.

PICO:

This is my little indulgent one I really. I really love canon Spinel. This is tangential but like I literally have 4 spinel OCs and then another 4 furry OCs with designs based on canon Spinel. The urge to make One Of Them a spinel was going to be there.

The juxtaposition of him being a gem with an entertainer role and also a hard-ass hitman makes me giggle. Idk I feel like if you already know canon Spinel then you can probably connect the dots as to why I'd imagine him as a spinel as well.

Heart cut because I find it cute and it matches GF. I think a spade shape could be fun too but idk I prefer just going with a heart. Placement on his upper back because. :) Because he can't easily shield it from damage that way. He has to be constantly aware of his surroundings, unless he wants to give someone the chance for an easy hit on him if they sneak up from behind. Little paranoia thing to fuck with him. I'm so nice to Pico !! :D

Bringing back the status thing with GF's parents; I can't help but giggle thinking abt them hiring him. Imagine you get recommended this really good hitman and you meet up and it's a fucking court jester. Fucking ego hit but DD needs the job done so he hires him anyways. AND THEN PICO DOESN'T EVEN CARRY OUT THE FUCKING HIT. Never hiring a clown off of Craigslist again. /JOKING

hits play on this and sits down with my head in my hands

OKAY BEFORE I'M DONE I WANNA MENTION: I made myself give them all gem assignments BUT I do think it would be fun if one of them was not a gem a la Greg and Rose. So I give you: regular canon demon GF and her two gem boyfriends. Takes a bow. (<- honestly might do something further with that for my own fun. teehee)

[wroteclassicaly]

hope you had a good nap k <3 you did such a good job last time with eddie and steve painting reader's face and ruining her makeup. but tbh now i wanna ruin HIS makeup!! riding eddie's face and squirting all over him sounds like so much fun rn :(

OKAY, soooooo — this idea popped into my head almost immediately after I read your ask! I hope this is okay? It turned into something of my own weird muse, haha. We love dirty riding/messy time to ruin that boy, don’t we? All support for it in this household!

Summary: Eddie tries out a new look for a show. He wanted it to be intense, but that doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Warnings: Language, NSFW, oral sex, face riding, vaginal fingering, small p*ss kink (mentioned only), mirror play, handsy Eddie, hair pulling, and squirting.

A/N: This is unedited, so I’m sorry if it looks awful because of that. I wanted to get this out for the rest of y’all too, and I was inspired! The imagery I have of what I was picturing as Eddie’s look… fuuuuuck me 🤤

When your boyfriend of seven months stated that he had a surprise for you, what is currently standing in your eye-line is not the statement you’d expected. Corroded Coffin was playing a bar in Indianapolis tonight — their second gig there that actually accumulated a decent crowd. And Eddie had been right all along — a bigger, more Metropolitan city opened doorways to the metal scene, something a hick town in Indiana never could. He wanted to really fix up, make himself look as intense as possible. He’d been gone with Robin since early in the afternoon, only telling you he was getting his hair permed for the show and his nails painted.

It wasn’t unusual for him to get a manicure with Robin, the ladies in the salon used to Eddie and his eccentric fashions. Everyone heard about the metal scene, the punk fashion, but in Hawkins it wasn’t welcomed, especially after Eddie would leave the parlor and receive several stray insults from one hillbilly to the next. He didn’t mind it though, he got to wave his freshly done nails with a doubled down bird. His favorite wave.

You liked that he had formed a quick companionship with Robin, solidifying his place in the group (and your heart) not long after everything with Vecna.

You’re so completely lost in your thoughts, eyes glazed over with the haze of fascination and want, that you aren’t aware Eddie is stepping closer until you can smell his Old Spice and see what he meant in regards to stamping a statement on your conscious (and unconscious mind).

“Holy fuck…”

That stubble bitten mouth pulls away to reveal a milky white smirk. His chocolate eyes, dusted with a blood red layer of shadow, long lashes elongated by a mascara wand, and a charcoal wing swiping out carefully, sharply — widen comically, enhanced impossibly wider. A silver sword dangles from his ear — you note. He’d apparently remembered he’d had it pierced and decided to indulge. His fresh perm is soft and silky looking, the product still settled into the locks.

You gulp onto a dry choke, his outfit what really makes your knees jello, a throb automatically smacking you in between your legs.

“Yeah?” You hear the slight crunch of leather as he backs up to give you a twirl, his ass well rounded in the acid wash denim, his chain swaying, wallet resting against a cheek beneath the denim pocket. He blinks those lashes and winks at you, making you physically clench your legs together. “You like it sweetheart? S’ a lot, I know.”

His inky colored nails, his signature chunky rings clad on those deliciously sinful fingers, they slip along the tightened corset that’s wrapped around his slender waist, stopping short below his nipples to help showcase the cut off crop of mesh that dangles around his neckline, covering what the corset doesn’t. His tattoos veiled, but visible, as if they’re entities peeking out to play. His combat boots that are still smeared with his own blood from the Upside Down are laced over his feet. You stumble all around your words, tongue lolling, mouth pooling with saliva. Eddie filters a fingertip beneath your chin, leaning down beneath the glow of his bedroom lamplight. “It’s a hit then?”

The words leave your mouth before you can stop them. Eddie Munson has that effect on you. “How long did your makeup take you? You can do it again before tonight, right?”

His enriching brows frown, a silly grin pressing the lines of his mouth. “Could do it all in the car. Everything but the wings.” He wiggles his defined digits to lay emphasis for his question. “Why, baby? What’s goin’ on in this head of yours? You’re running a little bit on empty tonight, huh?”

“So it’s not a big deal?”

“It’s not a big deal if what?” He waves his hand as if he’s taking a bow, awaiting your answer.

However, he doesn’t need any confirmation, your desperation, accelerated breathing, and tightening of your thigh muscles give you away. Not to mention your blown to hell pupils. He still wants to tease you a little, dangle you. You’re his best audience member, and he wants to spin you on his finger and work you to the bone until you’re begging and panting for him to hurt you a little harder. You lean into his touch — a natural instinct that runs deeper than breathing.

His cigarette stained breath is speckled with hints of cinnamon gum, his plush lips barely caressing yours, pulling them open and hovering a top his as he speaks with a fucked out rasp. He’s just as gone. His hands reach between you two and he finds your clasped hands (you didn’t realize you’d done that, nails having left marks behind in your palms), placing them onto his simple belt buckle. “What should I do with my little groupie, hmm? Make her suck me off, leave her wet all night?”

You mewl at that, suddenly finding speech capabilities. “No!”

“Or… maybe my sweetheart needs me to unzip my jeans and bend her over the dresser so I can claim that nice little pussy. Want it to sting every time you move at the bar, baby? No one will hear it when you whimper because of me.”

He’s already swelling against your palm, helping you undo his belt to release some tension and gain a bit of friction. His fingers cup your neck’s nape, draping down your back like a winding vine, tapping an invisible beat only he knows. You’re arching into him, your flimsy sweats and t-shirt too heavy and too hot. You aren’t even ready for the event tonight, but it’s a good thing. And as Eddie knees you into his bed until you’re falling back onto the mattress — you’re downright fucking grateful.

He’s your rockstar and you’re his instrument, and dammit to hell if he can’t play you to make you sing for him. The mesh is tickling the backs of your thighs, his pick chain dragging with his heaving breaths, your hands finding purchase in it to grip on every inhale. His lids are closed, a caressing explosion of red and black smudged together. His cheeks are soaked in red, mouth plump and swollen, your creamy cum soaking his chin, glistening when he’s turning his head to shimmy in a particular deep lick. His hands are squishing the doughy flesh that surrounds his head, your thighs spread wide, his curls tickling.

“Eds… oh, baby. So good with your fucking mouth.” You’re trying not to rock, to ruin his makeup completely beyond repair, but the man is just as insatiable, and you did ask for this.

His nose nudges your clit and he inhales like a fucking wild animal, nuzzling the tuft of slick curls scattered across your cunt. He could have the devil’s eyes — hell, with his caramel irises shattered to a thin ring, alike to your unraveling sanity, his pupils make him look like a beast, called upon by your heat. He blinks those wet lashes and you see his fingers travel up your cunt, spreading your labia, smearing what wetness he gathers from that — across your sternum and over your breasts, leaving a heavy handed smack to each one. His deep voice latches onto that cove that keeps you connected during this time, being so far outer limits. You already are prepared for him to motion with a hand on your neck, turning your gaze to yourself perched on his face, staring back at you from the stand alone mirror he’d gotten.

The perfect view. He’d dubbed it.

It’s a sight too erotic for you to contain the wanton cry that slithers off your scorched tongue. Your legs thump under a sporadic heat, and Eddie wiggles his fingers against your collar bone, breaking away with a string of your arousal connected to his mouth. He suckles it with an appreciative moan. “See yourself sitting on your throne, baby? This was what you wanted, what you needed, right?”

“Eddie, love you so much. I can’t —“

His fingers dip into the motions with his tongue, circling your opening before they dip inside, being sucked in with wet welcome. Your eyes close, then open with every harsh squelch that echoes in the small room. There’s a familiar twist that’s attacking your navel and you’re aware exactly what it is. You start to shake your head and rise off the stimulation. “Eds… too much, m’ gonna — and your outfit…”

He’s like a giddy boy at Christmas, a Cheshire smirk causing him to pull his ruined face from your cunt, pressing a few kisses to your thigh.

“You’re gonna…? Piss on me or squirt? Can’t say I’d mind either way.” You tighten around his fingers and bounce yourself onto the thick digits, that spongy spot ignited by the stimulation.

“I’ll ruin your shirt, maybe your pants, baby—“

God help you when you look at his loving gaze staring directly back at you. His makeup is absolutely demolished, perspiration and your essence smearing it around his cheeks. He’s shining with you, sampling your taste off his mouth. His chest is heaving wildly, breaths choppy. You can practically swallow his fucking words.

“No one’s gonna know that it’s not sweat, sweetheart. I’ll be wearing you all night.”

And he curls those gifted treasures, coaxing you forward, his tongue licking where his fingers meet, all the way to your clit, before he closes his lips around it. You come undone, that firestorm urge seizing your insides and beckoning you into oblivion. You shout his name so loudly that you’re sure everyone can hear. He presses you into him with a hard jostle, and your translucent cream spills from you, drenching your boyfriend, your thighs trembling, hands fisting into his hair. He helps you ride it through, moaning lowly as the spray floods his face, his own hips arching off the bed.

You’re still trembling when his fingers slide out of you, cum following them, stringing to Eddie’s fingers in a shimmery web, and he greedily laps you up once more, tugging you beside him with a softness that only he is capable of, rubbing your back to help calm you. You help him clean his face with your discarded shirt, his hand finding your breast and stroking absentmindedly along your nipple as if it were a chord he was playing. You sigh happily, looking at him. You’re so in love it’s disgusting.

“You’re a mess, Munson.” You find yourself giggling.

He shrugs. “Nectar of the gods, baby. Nectar of my goddess. A goddess who is gonna have to help me redo all this.” He motions to his face and you nod.

“I am your most devoted groupie, Eddie Munson.”

~*~

[missvelvetsstuff]

With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve x Nat, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader is a mutant with the ability to turn sound into light who was 'adopted' aka stolen as a child by Baron Von Strucker to use for experimentation. She was given a form of the Super soldier serum so in addition to her mutant abilities she also has super strength, enhanced senses and healing. When he starts experimenting on his volunteers, the Maximoff twins, she tries to convince them to escape with her but they tell the Baron that she's planning to escape so he doubles her cell security. Steve and reader met when the team recovered Loki's scepter from Strucker.

She falls in love with Steve and becomes good friends with Nat but they aren't the friends she thinks they are.

This story is canon adjacent except that Thanos never happened.

Chapter 14

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, SMUT! SMUTTY SMUT SMUT. PIV, oral-fem receiving, dirty talk, swearing

Notes: I've been sitting on this for ages because I'm obsessed with a couple of other stories where Bucky is being a tool and had a difficult time getting in the right frame of mind to write sweet, soft Bucky.

I hope it's worth the wait.

About an hour after Bucky and Rainbow left for their date, Steve shook himself and realised he was alone in his room, Y/N nowhere in sight. He became angry as he realised what happened, Wanda got in his head and tricked him. He would deal with her later because right now he was headed towards Y/N's room to wait for her to return. He started off leaning against the wall across from her door but sank down until he was sitting as time passed, before he fell asleep there.

When the carriage arrived back at the front of the building Bucky and Rainbow hurried out and up to her room. When they made it to her door, she noticed something in the hall.....Steve slumped over asleep across from her door. She held in a giggle and showed Bucky who smirked as he closed and locked her door behind him.

Bucky grabbed Rainbows hand to pull her closer to him, putting her arms around his neck where she wound her fingers through his hair. His hands drifted down to her waist and pulled her into him as he kissed and nibbled along her throat.

Rainbow shuddered at his touch and moaned "Jamie" she sighed before pulling back "Jamie"

Bucky stopped "What's wrong doll? Do you want me to stop?"

She shook her head "I just, I need to tell you something."

Bucky looked in her eyes and nodded "I'm listening."

Rainbow took a deep breath "I want this, I want you, Jamie. I just need you to understand some things. You know I'm not actually a virgin after you know, Strucker but I, I've never, I-" she sighed and leaned into Bucky's hand on her cheek, feeling her tears that she hadn't known were falling down her face, as he wiped them away.

"I've never had an orgasm or any kind of good feelings with sex. He, he wasn't concerned with my pleasure or feelings, only his." She paused "I don't think I can, I mean I I've tried b by by m myself and" she shook her head.

Bucky looked at her sadly "I am so sorry for what you've been through, you didn't deserve any of it. Strucker was a sick fuck." He kissed her softly "If you let me, I promise I will show you that you can cum and I'll make you feel so good." He mumbled into her neck as he kissed her "I wanna worship every inch of your beautiful body. I want to taste you and touch you and-" he growled "but only if you want doll and we can stop at any time. Just say the word."

She sighed as he nibbled on her ear "Please Jamie. I need you, don't stop. Please."

Bucky groaned "My sweet, beautiful Rainbow, I'm gonna make your lights so bright everyone's gonna think the northern lights are here again."

Rainbow shrugged her jacket off and kicked her shoes off, then she turned around "Can you unzip me, Jamie?"

Bucky nodded and ran his fingers down her neck and back until he reached the zipper of her dress and pulled it down so slowly that she thought she was going to lose her mind. He reached the bottom and traced his hands up her spine before sliding them under the dresses spaghetti straps, pushing them off her shoulders until the dress fell to the floor.

When he realized that she wasn't wearing a bra under the dress he growled and kissed her shoulders whispering "So beautiful, my sweet Rainbow. So perfect and all mine. Go lay down sweetheart, I'm gonna make you cum till you beg me to stop."

She hurried over to lay on the bed while Bucky ran his eyes over her, drinking in every inch of her exposed skin "Fuck you're beautiful, Rainbow."

Rainbow gasped, eyes tearing up "But, my scars."

Bucky pulled back from his daze and saw the scars he had been too enthralled to see. He ran his fingers softly over them "They are a part of you and beautiful. They prove your strength because a weak person wouldn't have survived. But now you're here, with me and no one will ever hurt you again. I won't let anyone hurt you, Rainbow, not ever." He traced down her sides and everywhere she had scars, kissing them.

When her reached her panties he looked up at her, seeing her watching curiously to figure out what he was doing. Certainly nothing Strucker had ever done to her.

He raised his brow "Can I take these off, doll?"

Rainbow nodded, tensing as her body remembered what usually came next. When Bucky removed her panties he gently spread her legs, watching her face for any sign of distress before he looked at her spread pussy and almost came right there. She was already all wet and swollen, he could barely control himself but forced his body to move slowly, deliberately so as not to scare her. He leaned and took a deep breath, her scent pushing him to lean in and-

"BUCKY! Wha what are you doing!" She squealed as he licked her from dripping hole to throbbing clit, groaning at her taste.

Bucky pulled back to see her eyes grow wide as she realised what the shine on his lips and chin was. He reached up and caressed her hand "Do you trust me, Rainbow?"

She nodded shakily "Yeah of course, but what're you-"

"Please trust me honey." He pleaded before he dove in, eating her pussy like he would die if he stopped.

Rainbow didn't know how to deal with the feelings Bucky was causing deep inside her. It didn't take long before she couldn't think about it anymore, it felt so good she couldn't think at all.

Then a spark started, deep inside her and every lick or suck on her sensitive bundle of nerves fanned it higher. She was pulling Bucky's hair, alternating between trying to pull him off and grinding her pussy into his face for more.

"Oh oh god Bucky, I'm I oh god stop I think I need to pee. Oh no, ohmygod"

Bucky mumbled with her clit in his mouth "Ya donneeta pee, trust mmmpph" then he carefully slid one of his fingers into her dripping hole and that was it.

Rainbow felt like she was exploding, like every cell burst into indescribable ecstasy before slamming back together only to burst again. Her vision went white and all she could hear was a long, low, pornographic sound that she eventually realized was coming from her.

Bucky watched her raptly, memorizing each expression, each sound, every little twitch or spasm.

It wasnt until she was slowly coming back to him that he realized he was soaked, the sheets were soaked, and he grinned like a crazy man when he put together what that meant. He gently licked at the wetness still streaming from her until she grunted and pushed his face away.

"Jamie? I I Jamie that was, ohmigohd. I never" she panted, body trembling as he moved up her body to kiss her.

As he moved she could feel the wetness on her legs, on him and the bed, making her flinch in embarrassment "Oh my God I did pee, I'm so-"

Bucky kissed her, cutting her off before she could get any further "No baby, sweet Rainbow. You squirted because you came so hard and were so wet. And it's the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen."

He held her gently, rubbing her back and whispering sweet nothing's in her ear until her trembling stopped. "Are you ok sweetheart?"

Rainbow pulled him to her and kissed him with everything she had "I'm ok Jamie but-" she paused, embarrassed.

"But what honey? You can tell me anything." Bucky prodded.

"Well I mean I just." She giggled and then whispered "I want more. I want you Jamie all of you." She looked at him with her beautiful eyes "Please Jamie."

Bucky kissed her again, exploring her mouth and the taste of her pussy that lingered on his tongue "All you ever have to do is ask. Whatever you want I'll do everything in my power to give it to you, my love."

He adjusted himself so he was laying on top of her, holding himself up on his vibranium arm as he ran his aching cock along her soaked slit. She squealed when his head caught on her hole and he stopped to check in with her but she wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to pull him further in, making him chuckle at her eagerness. He slid the rest of the way in slowly, watching her face for signs of discomfort in between looking down to see her pussy swallow his cock until he was flush against her.

He paused for a moment "Are you ok doll? Need me to wait?"

Rainbow shook her head "No, please, more. Move Jamie!"

Bucky smirked "As you wish" and slowly started thrusting, pulling almost all the way out before pushing in a little faster, a little harder. Her soft moans and whines encouraging him "Jesus Rainbow, you feel so fucking good. So tight and wet and perfect, made to be mine. Sweet little pussy keeps pulling me back in. I don't know how long I'm gonna last baby. Feels so damn good."

He kept going until he was practically slamming into her, grinding as deep as he could get until he felt her starting to flutter and squeeze around him "That feel good doll, you like my fat cock stretching your tight pussy out?"

He moved his flesh hand down to her belly and pushed "Can you feel that, see my cock making your belly bulge every time I fuck into you? Youre taking me so well honey, I could live here, keep you wrapped around my cock forever" she whined and clenched around him "You like that idea? Just us in bed wrapped around each other forever?"

Rainbow felt that tingle starting up again but due to her sensitivity it was moving more quickly "Ohgod, oh, ohmygod, Jamie it's it's JAMIE PLEASEYESPLEASE"

"Thats it doll, let it go I wanna feel you come all over my cock I need to feel you gushing- I'm gonna Oh God please doll I need you I can't I'm oh" he felt her squeezing him and a rush of wetness and couldn't hold back any longer before grinding and pushing as deep as he could to paint her walls with his spend.

His face snuggled into her shoulder, kissing and nibbling as it felt like he would never stop cumming, with her pussy milking him for everything he had.

Bucky rolled to his side and cuddled her against him, gently rubbing her and whispering sweet words to her.

"My beautiful, precious Rainbow. I love you so much. You make everything I've been through worth it and I'd do it all over again as long as I end up here, with you."

"Oh Jamie, I love you so much" she felt tears rolling down her face and tried to wipe them away without Bucky noticing.

Of course he did notice and gently wiped them away "What's wrong baby? Did I hurt you? Are you ok?" His voice sounded panicky and she quickly shook her head.

"Nonono, no Jamie I'm fine. It's just so perfect, I never imagined I would have any of this. I'm just so happy."

After a little bit Bucky untangled from her until she whined "Noooo, stay."

"I'll be right back sweetheart" he returned with a damp washcloth and gently wiped her clean before tossing it aside. He laid a dry towel over the wet spot, climbed back under the covers and pulled her close to him, murmuring "I love you, Rainbow. Always and forever."

Rainbow was almost asleep but hummed softly in return "my Jamie".

Bucky fell asleep with a huge smile on his face.

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In the hallway, leaned up against the wall opposite Rainbows door, Steve Rogers had heard every single second of it, their giggles and whispers woke him as they closed the door when they returned from their date. He heard their moans and declarations of love, the slight squeak of the bed, the squelching sounds. He saw the soft purplish glow coming from under her door.

Steve sat with his face in his hands quietly sobbing as he finally realized he wasn't getting Y/N back. Ever.

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Heat (M) ~Changbin

Pairing: Werewolf!Changbin x Werewolf!F.Reader Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship Warnings: time jumps, graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut) Word Count: ~6k | AO3 Summary: With you, Changbin was able to explore areas of himself he’d never even imagined existed. With you, Changbin found himself feeling at home more than ever, which was why he wanted nothing more than to experience your heat with you, too. [This story is an instalment of my WereRoomies series, a sort of part 2 to Finding Comfort in Autumn].

Author’s Note: this piece had been sitting in my WIPs for way too long ! i missed Changbin and his girl… since i finally got some inspo to continue this one, i rode the wave and here we are ! a bit of a pwp but i just couldn’t hold back…

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Changbin’s WereRoomies Instalments: Finding Comfort in Autumn · Heat · The Love I Always Dreamt Of.

Smut Warnings: Fingering [M.Rec gasp], Oral [M.Rec], unprotected penetration [piv], snowballing, marking, breeding kink, werewolf cock, copious amount of fluids, knotting

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Changbin was worried.

He had been for a while, but he didn’t want to express it too much. Not because you would judge him, or disregard him in any way, but because he knew that vocalising it time and time again would probably make it worse. So he settled on being a good partner and giving you an ear to complain to on the matter when you needed it.

It had been over a year since you ran away from your pack, over a year since you moved in with him, a handful of months since you finally shared your affections, and the whole time, you’d not gone into heat. Not even once. Changbin had gone on his rut right before you two got together, he had left your shared home a few days prior to the fact to stay in one of the vacant flats at their den to not make you uncomfortable in any way. 

Going into his rut when he lived with an omega was dangerous, especially when that omega was you. By that point he had already developed feelings for you, so he made it a point to leave as soon as he saw the first signs of his rut approaching, meaning his rut-enhanced pheromones had no time to affect you and send you into heat. At the time that was for the best, all things considered, but now that you’d been together for a while it had become quite the topic.

It wasn’t that Changbin needed you to go into heat by any means. There was no real push for breeding in any way, but he worried about your health, about your well-being. Not going into heat could potentially mean there were underlying issues with your health and that was something he hoped you didn’t have to go through.

So, you had seeked medical advice with a specialist just for your kind–funny thing, how werewolves lived so intertwined in human spaces and they didn’t even notice. Not even the other doctors at the clinic knew one of their seemingly normal doctors was treating her own kind, along with humans. Changbin couldn’t go with you to the appointment, and it wasn’t because he hadn’t tried, but work had been hell that week and he had to work extra hours. ‘Don’t worry about it, Binnie, seriously. I’ll be just fine. Will call you as soon as I’m done. Besides, our dearest Pack Mum has offered her company, so I won't be alone’, you’d told him at the time, and it was just as he had left the server room that evening that you finally called him.

“Okay, good news and bad news… Which one do you wanna hear first?” You said it so unfazed, so level, Changbin truly wasn’t sure what to expect.

“Bad news first, pup. Always the bad news first”, Changbin felt his hands shake a bit as he fumbled with his ID card to leave the area.

“Okay”, you took a deep breath, trying to ease nerves of your own, Changbin supposed. “She said it’s probably due to stress. A combination of leaving my former pack, joining a new one, my general day-to-day stress at work…”

Changbin found the exit to the roof, stepping out to try and get more privacy and enjoy the fresh evening air. “That doesn’t sound… That bad?”

“Hm. The bad part is that there’s no way to medically trigger it”, Changbin heard your tired sigh on the other side of the line, just as he leaned on the railing to look at the tiny flashes of light moving through the roads below. “My heats have been so… Stunted for so long she said it’d take a while for my body to push a normal cycle again”.

You had explained to Changbin that for the past handful of years you hadn’t gone into heat on your own, they would mostly get triggered by your ex’s rut, and even then they wouldn’t always occur. With the new information from the specialist, Changbin figured your entire situation in your former pack had made it so your body was in a constant state of distress, meaning your cycle really had been thrown off for years.

“So it’s all about waiting?” Changbin pushed a pebble with his foot, hearing your hum of confirmation.

“Yes. Physically everything’s alright, and my birth control shouldn’t be affecting the cycle anyway, so it’s just a matter of patience”.

“Something you don’t have much of, unfortunately”, Changbin teased you a bit to try and ease the mood, chuckling at your mock offended ‘hey!’ on the other side of the line. “And the good news?”

“The good news is that the results of the tests came in! I mean, not like we didn’t know already, but now we know for sure. Your precious little omega is one hundred percent clean. So I hope you’re ready for us to fuck into next week, baby!” 

Changbin couldn’t help but let out an incredulous laugh, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit at your forwardness as if he hadn’t already fucked you countless of times–to his credit, you hadn’t done it raw this entire time, and just the mere thought had him vibrating with excitement. “And to the week after, too. Damn…”

When Changbin came back home at almost midnight, exhausted out of his mind after dealing with the goddamn priority one outage in the office, you had engulfed him in a tight hug, proceeding to smother his face in kisses, making him giggle.

‘Poor Binnie has been working all day long. Let me take care of you, baby, hm? Got a surprise for you’, and Changbin almost wept when you guided him to the bathroom, dimly lit by numerous candles that you had carefully placed on every available surface and an already prepared warm bath.

When Changbin lowered himself into the tub he quite literally let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of warm water easing his muscles, making you chuckle just as you went in as well, leaning on the other end of the tub, looking fondly at him. 

“Good, Binnie?” 

“So good. Feel like I might cry”, Changbin chuckled, closing his eyes and sinking further into the water.

There was movement, and the water around him sloshed slightly as you moved closer to him. By the time he opened his eyes you were already kneeling between his legs, smiling at him. You reached for him, setting your hands on his shoulders and softly kneading his flesh, eliciting a content hum from him with your tender touch. 

Sometimes, Changbin couldn’t even believe his luck. Starting a relationship with you had completely liberated this side of himself that he had tucked away deeply within his heart for years, the side of him that rejoiced in the way you took care of him.

He had been a bit worried at first, wondering if you, like he himself had done many times in the past with former partners, were simply trying to mould yourself to him, to his needs. ‘I really do enjoy taking care of you, Binnie. Making you feel good makes me feel good’, and when you looked at him like this, there were no doubts in his mind that you were telling him the truth.

“What time are you working tomorrow?” You asked him as you continued to knead his shoulders.

“Not working tomorrow. That was my condition for the out of hours thingy today. Wanted to rest. Plus you won’t be working tomorrow either, right?” Changbin was turning into putty in your hands, just letting himself enjoy your touch as he lazily reached for your hips, softly digging his thumbs on your skin.

“Mm, not working tomorrow either”, moving your hands from his shoulders, you cupped his cheeks, pulling him to you for a tender kiss. “Wanted to be fresh for our run in a couple of days”.

“Smart…” His hands sneaked to the small of your back, drawing circles there with his fingertips as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “You think the full moon might…”

You sighed, pulling away from his lips to look him in the eyes, just as you returned your hands to his shoulders. You clearly knew exactly what he was asking, on whether you thought the full moon would trigger your heat or not. “Dunno… It hasn’t the past handful of months… But one can hope, right?”

“Mm…”

“Why?” Leaning closer, you brushed your nose against his briefly, only to bring your lips to hover over his. “Wanna breed me that badly, Binnie?”

A shiver ran up and down Changbin’s spine. He couldn’t help it, it was an instinctual thing. Sliding his hands further down, he groped your buttcheeks, just as he pressed a brief kiss on your lips. “What if I do? What if I wanna stuff my precious omega full of my pups?”

“Would you?” You mumbled against his lips, and Changbin could practically feel you vibrating in his hold. “Pump me full of your pups? Maybe even… Mark me?”

Changbin had to use every ounce of willpower to not let his canines enlarge at the suggestion, suddenly feeling lightheaded, salivating, at the mere thought of claiming you, of marking you as his. “Want me to mark you, pup? Make you mine?”

“Hm…” You lightly brushed your nose against his, threading your fingers through Changbin’s hair and tugging his head back. “But only if you become mine, too”.

“Already am”, was all Changbin murmured before he connected his lips to yours in a heated kiss.

“Shh, Binnie… You’ll wake up the whole house…”

Changbin bit his lip to muffle himself. It was hard to stay quiet when you had two fingers up his ass and your fist around his cock, but he was certainly not about to complain.

“You’re leaking, baby”, you chuckled, keeping up those slow strokes on his length and the even slower thrust of your fingers. “So much…”

Changbin swallowed, just as the heat on his cheeks spread all over his chest, too. “All for you, pup…”

Last night’s run certainly affected you, just like it had affected Changbin. It didn’t particularly trigger your heat like he was expecting, but the way you jumped him as soon as you were inside your shared room almost knocked the breath out of his lungs. Not only did you fuck like bunnies–or should he say, like wolves…–last night, but you’d woken up in the same needy, horny mood this morning.

It was really early, but the second Changbin woke up and got the first whiff of your scent, he wasted no time in waking you up. As soon as you opened your eyes you took a hold of his length and guided him to your entrance, letting him stuff you full and fuck into you until you were trembling with your release, and when you recovered, you simply turned around and pushed on his shoulder for him to lay down.

Which got him right here, with his legs spread open for you, all lubed up and stretched open by your fingers.

The first time you told Changbin you wanted to finger him he was a bit apprehensive, mostly out of his own prejudice. After all, males–and especially alpha males–were taught that the act was something to look down on, but considering he was going through his own journey of self-discovery, he trusted you enough to be that vulnerable, and the second he finally gave you the go ahead and tried it, he realised two things:

One, that he wasn’t any less of a man–of an alpha–for taking a finger up the ass. He hadn’t felt any less of anything since he started to be more open with himself, so this discovery didn’t surprise him.

And two, and the most shocking of all, was that it felt so fucking good, which certainly helped cement discovery number one.

The feeling was almost indescribable, having his cock tugged and sucked and played with was amazing on its own, but the added stimulation just made him feel like his entire body was alight. Every time your fingers went in and out, tiny shots of pleasure ran up and down his spine, and every time you hit that sweet spot within him, he’d literally shiver and leak fluids like crazy.

As an alpha, Changbin already produced almost triple the amount of a regular human male, and double of a werewolf of any other designation, but whenever you stimulated him like this, the amount increased considerably, and the fact that you seemed to love it made it even more arousing than it already was.

“Puppy…” Changbin was panting, whining, writhing a bit, and he felt so, so close. It was the second time you got him this close, and he needed to come or he would seriously start crying under your touch.

“What is it, baby?” Your voice was deceivingly sweet, speaking to him just as you settled to massage his prostate, making him whine.

“Wanna… Wanna come…” Changbin held your gaze, getting lost in your lust-filled irises. Had you done this last night, with his senses enhanced by the full moon and looking at your glowing eyes, he would’ve blown right then and there, he was sure.

You squeezed the base of his length, and Changbin couldn’t help but throw his head back as you kept massaging him. “Already?”

Changbin let out a strained laugh, gripping the bed sheets tightly. “It’s been–Fuck… Over twenty minutes of this, pup… Wanna–”

He all but choked on his words as you resumed your movements, now with the addition of your warm, wet mouth around his tip. Bringing a fist to his mouth, Changbin bit down to stop the sounds that were desperately trying to come out of his mouth, carefully rolling his hips to meet the thrusts of your fingers, but not enough to shove his cock too much down your throat. 

Changbin loved to see you like this, he would admit. Settled between his legs, struggling to take his cock into your mouth. He was big, just like any other alpha would be, but that never stopped you from wrapping your lips around his length and making him whine and whimper for you.

You bobbed your head, sucking harshly on his tip, jerking the rest of his length that you couldn’t fit in your mouth just as your fingers kept massaging him, working him up closer to his release by the second, and Changbin felt his mind cloud, registering only your touch, the pressure building inside of him, and the feeling of his teeth sinking on his index finger.

Finally, that pressure inside of him bursted, all that tension left his body as he came with your lips still around him, pathetically whining and moaning as low as he could–he had embraced this part of himself, but Changbin didn’t particularly feel like having his entire family hear him have a mind-blowing orgasm, he was barely conscious enough to keep that in check. 

His legs were shaking, you kept sucking him and massaging him, and it was just too much. So he called for you, the most strained ‘puppy, enough…’ leaving his lips for you to finally pull your fingers out of his ass and your mouth off of him with a lewd pop. 

Crawling up his body, you settled on his lap, cupping his cheeks and pulling him to you for a heated kiss, and Changbin couldn’t help but moan as you shoved your tongue inside his mouth, spreading his cum over his tongue. He swallowed it all, just like he always did, holding you tightly, naked chest against naked chest, kissing you with fervour.

Changbin felt tingly all over, not only from finally blowing his load, but also just by having you close, by being completely engulfed in your scent. These days he just felt completely flooded by it, and he absolutely loved every second of it.

“Good boy…” You mumbled against his lips, petting his hair and making him huff out an incredulous chuckle. 

“Unbelievable…” With his arms securely around your waist, Changbin rolled, bringing you with him and pinning you to the mattress, smothering your face with kisses. “You’re seriously unbelievable”.

You chuckled, wrapping your limbs around him and pressing a kiss on his lips. “You love me either way”.

“I love you because of it”, Changbin gave you a brief kiss, pulling away from you entirely right after. “C’mon, let’s get ready for the day, I really want to clean my ass and I’m sure everyone will be awake soon…”

By the time Changbin and you had taken a quick shower and made your way downstairs, there were already some pack members in the kitchen. Chris, his girlfriend, and Jeongin were sitting at the table, while Hyunjin, Felix, and Jisung got busy preparing breakfast.

You offered Felix your help, while Changbin simply made his way to the table and sat down, engaging in conversation with the rest. This was honestly one of Changbin’s favourite moments of their monthly trips, just being able to sit together and chat, everyone still in their pyjamas, hairs tousled, and still sleepy. It made him feel completely at home, at ease, and he always felt grateful that this was his family now.

It wasn’t like his previous pack wasn’t family, it just wasn’t the same. Changbin loved his parents–his mother particularly was very important to him, he’d go visit her once every two weeks at least–but the pack Chris and Changbin built together had become such a safe space for him he truly couldn’t imagine himself living anywhere else, with anyone else. Even more so now that he had you in his life.

“…It sucks ‘cause I’ll have to take the night shift once we’re back in the city”, Jisung was whining about his job, just like he often did. He always claimed he loved it, but loving his job wouldn’t stop him from complaining either way. 

“Didn’t you say you loved night shifts, baby?” Chris’ girlfriend chuckled from where she was sitting on Chris’ lap, with one of his arms securely around her waist as he fed her pieces of freshly cut apples.

“I kinda do, but lately they’ve been getting weird… We’re getting a lot of weirdos in the emergency room and it’s annoying…”

“You do work at a hospital that tends mostly to supernatural creatures, what were you expecting exactly?” Hyunjin said as he continued to whisk eggs in a bowl. “Find a normal, human hospital if you don’t wanna deal with oddities, darling”.

“But then what’s the point?” Jisung sighed dramatically, handing Felix his freshly chopped veggies.

“Morning”, Minho mumbled as he walked through the door, with an arm draped over his best friend who was coming to one of their monthly trips for the first time–his kitten, as he’d often call her, both to her face and when she wasn’t there. ‘Ahh, my kitten’s coming tomorrow…’, ‘Ahh, my kitten’s not feeling well…’, ‘Ahh, was just talking to my kitten…’ Minho would always talk about her, and Changbin found it endearing and annoying in equal parts.

Endearing, because it was cute to see Minho being absolutely whipped, but annoying because he’d never act on it. They’d been friends since childhood, and it was more than clear that both of them had feelings for each other, but they were both oblivious to the other’s more than obvious crush. It was even more painful than watching Chris and his girlfriend interact when they were just roommates, considering they had even more history.

“Morn–” Jisung’s sentence cut short with a gasp as he looked at his two childhood friends. “You two fucked?”

Jisung asked in his version of a whisper, which was, essentially, audible to everyone in the room, including the humans–if the snort that Chris’ girlfriend let out was anything to go by. 

Minho facepalmed, groaning. “You sure are the epitome of discretion, Jisung…”

“I’m sorry! You caught me off guard, okay?!” Jisung’s ears were slightly red, but Minho’s… Friend? Chuckled regardless.

“How could you even tell?” She made her way to the table, sitting next to Chris and his girlfriend, who offered her a slice of apple, too.

“Scent”, you touched your nose, grinning at her, and her face flushed as she let out a barely audible ‘oh…’

“Alright, everyone”, Chris’ girlfriend interrupted the conversation, with her hand outstretched, palm up. “Pay up. I’ll collect the payout from the others later and distribute it”.

Minho’s jaw went slack, watching completely incredulous as some of his packmates deposited tenners on their Pack Mum’s hand. “You bet on us getting together?!”

“Just like you bet on us fucking last night”, Chris motioned to him and his girlfriend with a teasing smirk on his face. “We’re fucking even”.

Minho just scoffed, but he was smiling regardless, and as he started to uselessly banter with Chris, as the rest started to add their playful remarks and teasing jokes, Changbin couldn’t help but feel incredibly happy once again that this was the family he had chosen to have.

Going back to work after a couple of nights in the woods was always more refreshing than Changbin could ever expect. He loved being able to run freely in nature, especially when he did it with his pack, but coming back to his mundane office job always reminded him that he wasn’t just an animal, that he was very much part human, too, and it helped him connect with that side of him.

You had decided to take your annual leave right after the trip, since you had a bunch of errands to run and it’d be easier to do them if you didn’t have to deal with office shenanigans. So, Changbin had been coming to work on his own these past couple of days, which was fine, you two often had different schedules so it wasn’t particularly uncommon for that to happen, but still he enjoyed seeing your pretty face around the office every once in a while when he was able to leave his desk, which he couldn’t do now that you weren’t here.

The network was stable today, he’d checked all the switches early in the morning, everything was in order, so today was one of those rare days in which he was able to fulfil all his tasks in a few hours. There wasn’t much to do, just stay put in case something happened and his expertise was needed, so he settled to pretend to be busy by checking the pack’s group chat through the messaging app’s web browser.

> Seungminnie: guys > found a gnome trying to sneak into the den

> Mr Alpha: what u do with it > ???????

> Minho: why tf would a gnome try to go into the den?

> Mrs Mother: pls tell me you didnt kill it > or eat it

> Innie: dw mum > we just chased it away

> Hyunjinnie: they say it’s bad luck > if a gnome visits a werewolf den

> Jisung: literally who said that > no one said that > u just trynna spook us

> Hyunjinnie: @Jisung look it up sweetcheeks

Changbin just chuckled, puzzled at the entire exchange, and it was just as he was going to add to the conversation that he felt his mobile phone buzz in his pocket. He couldn’t stop the smile that settled on his face as he saw the ‘💕Gingerbread💕’ text on the screen.

“‘Sup, pup?”

There was silence for a moment, until finally, Changbin heard you swallow, thickly enough for him to hear it over the phone. “Binnie…”

Changbin went stiff, suddenly frozen in place. The way you said his nickname had the fine hairs on his nape standing on end, and the sound sent a shiver up and down his spine. “Babe–”

“Need you”, you whined, and at that exact moment Changbin understood what was happening, and he simultaneously felt as if a cold bucket of water had come down on him, and as if he was being lit on fire. “Please, Bin, it hurts so bad… Need you…”

Changbin stood up from his desk, gathering his belongings and hastily shoving them in his bag. “I’ll be there soon, pup. Don’t worry. Are you at home?”

“Mhm…” Your voice was a bit weak, but knowing you were safe at home was enough for him.

“I’m on my way”.

While the call disconnected Changbin was making his way out the door, shooting his boss a quick ‘there’s an emergency at home, I have to leave now’. His boss didn’t object, probably because Changbin had inadvertently used his alpha voice, if anyone so much as tried to stop him right now that he was trying to get to you he’d surely rip their head clean off, so it was for the best.

The drive to the den was a blur, all Changbin could think about was you and how you’d be managing, about how he wasn’t there to take care of you. As an alpha, knowing his omega was in heat and he wasn’t there for you at this exact moment brought a mix of distress and anger that was difficult to handle while driving, but he was able to make it home without much trouble, thankfully.

As soon as Changbin stepped through the door he was hit by your overwhelming scent, your delicious nutmeg and ginger scent that drove him absolutely insane, now heightened and somehow more concentrated, making him stumble slightly and brace himself on the hall’s wall.

He got his shoes off out of habit, an action completely mechanical as his hands started to tremble, and his mind started to cloud more and more with each intake of breath. Fertile, breed, claim… Were words that repeated in his mind in an endless loop as he stumbled towards the bedroom.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened the door, his mouth watered, his cock that had steadily been growing hard pumped to its fullest just as the sight. You, laying on your shared bed, wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts, surrounded by a mix of yours and his clothes, sweaty, panting, whining… And the second you registered his presence you squirmed, with the most delicious mewl leaving your lips.

“Changbin… Changbinnie, please, baby…”

The sound of your voice, so desperate for him, your scent flooding his senses completely, the sight of you in your pretty nest on your shared bed was enough to send Changbin into a frenzied state. He could feel his humanity quickly slipping between his fingers as his wolf instincts started to take over. Please, taste, mount…

His skin felt ten times hotter than it did before he stepped into his flat, so he removed his shirt, swiftly making his way to the bed, climbing on top of you to press kisses all over your face.

As soon as his lips were on you, you whined, so, so desperate, needy… Your hands reached for his chest, your touch seething as you felt him up. “Shh, pup… I’m here”, Changbin’s lips descended from your face to your neck, nibbling and licking right on your pulsepoint. The salty taste of your skin, coupled with the smell of your scent had his nerve-endings on fire, and his hands moved below your shirt–his shirt–to palm your hips as he pressed his nose to your neck and inhaled deeply.

“You smell so delicious, puppy… So, so good, fuck, wanna–” Changbin choked on his words as he felt your hand on his crotch, pressing firmly against his erection as you started to kiss and lick his cheeks.

“Need you”, your breathy tone had his head spinning, had his cock twitching in his underwear, just as fluid started to leak from his tip.

You fumbled with his belt, and Changbin grabbed a handful of your tit to knead and squeeze while licking the expanse of your neck. He didn’t know where to start, there were so many things roaming chaotically in his brain–licking your cunt clean, stuffing his fingers in you until you were crying for him, sucking on your tits, fucking you, mounting you… There were so many options, and his mind was so hazy and cloudy he just couldn’t choose one.

You, however, clearly knew exactly what you wanted right now, since your fingers expertly unbuttoned his now soaked trousers and shoved them and his underwear down just enough for his cock to spring free, holding him in your hand and pumping him, eliciting an almost desperate growl from his lips.

“Need my alpha’s cock, please…” Before Changbin could register the movement, you had locked your legs around him and pushed with your whole bodyweight, effectively rolling you both for him to lay on his back and for you to straddle his hips.

“Pup–” Changbin’s call for you died on his tongue, replaced with a groan as your lips finally connected to his. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, making you whine as your hips started to roll, grinding yourself on his length.

You were literally dripping, your fluids mixing with his, covering his lower abdomen and your inner thighs with them. Enjoy, satisfy, submit… His hands found purchase on your buttcheeks, gripping you tightly and moving you harder against his cock as his hips bucked up trying to get as much friction as possible. 

There was that damn shirt, though… The fabric prevented him from feeling your heated skin against his and he was hating it, he wanted to feel your breasts against his chest, for you to feel the rumble resonating from deep within him as you pressed yourself to him, to feel your rumble against his chest…

“Need to feel you…” was all he mumbled against your lips as he tugged on the shirt, and you mewled, bringing your hands to his chest to push yourself up.

You tugged the shirt off of your body, shuffling down to tug Changbin’s trousers and underwear fully off of him, leaving you both completely bare. Once you climbed up his body again, hovering just above his length, you braced yourself on his abdomen. “Please, please, Changbinnie, can I–”

“Yes!” Changbin interrupted you, knowing exactly what you wanted from him, him wanting exactly the same thing. His hand reached for the base of his cock, angling it to rub the tip against your folds, and you shuddered with the touch.

Before he could even register it, you took a hold of his wrist and sank down on him just as you moved his hand away from his length and brought it to one of your breasts. As soon as your walls wrapped snugly around his cock a shared moan of relief escaped you both. His hand squeezed your breast almost on instinct, and Changbin felt heat spreading all over his face and neck just at the feel of you, warm, wet, tight, his…

Changbin had spent many ruts with people in the past, he had helped friends through their heats as well, but never had he had his rut triggered by someone’s heat, never had he felt this way, this needy and desperate. More than wanting to do anything to you, he vaguely realised he wanted you to do anything you wanted to him, he wanted to give you anything and everything you asked him for, and the thought of you voicing your needs and taking him however you pleased had him burning up from the inside out.

You leaned in to kiss him, your hips moving up and down his cock with ease, the mix of your slick and his aiding every single one of your movements. Moving a hand to one of your buttocks, Changbin squeezed tightly as the other tangled in your hair, tugging you off of his mouth for him to press kisses on your neck, right where your scent concentrated the most, thrusting up into you as hard as his hips would let him. “Such a good little omega, aren’t you? With your pretty little nest ready for your alpha to breed you, hm?”

You couldn’t help but moan, nodding frantically as much as you could with his hand still holding onto your hair. “Do you–Do you like it, Binnie?” The neediness in your voice had his cock twitching inside of you as he continued to drill into you, the sound of your wet skin meeting almost drowning your meek words, had you not whispered them against his neck as you sucked marks on his skin he could’ve easily missed them. “Prepared it… Just for you… For us…”

Warmth spread quickly within Changbin, his hips stuttering the slightest bit once your words registered in his hazy brain, but he recovered quickly, holding you tighter in his arms, his grip on your buttock probably leaving bruises already. “I love it. Love my perfect omega’s little nest”, you clenched hard around his cock, and he couldn’t help but groan at the feeling. “Fuck, pup… Want to do so many things to you… For you…”

“Later… Later, baby. Now, I–” A whine fell from your lips, and your thighs twitched as his cock continued to hit that sweet spot inside your walls. Bracing yourself on his chest you sat straighter, and Changbin’s hold on your hair relented as soon as you started moving. His hands frantically roamed your body, not knowing where to settle, your hips, your ass, your tits, your thighs… There were so many places for Changbin to hold onto he just couldn’t settle for one.

As you started to bounce up and down his length Changbin started to feel his knot expanding within your walls, a loud, desperate moan falling from your lips as you clearly started to feel it as well. “Fuck… So big, so, so big…” Your pace picked up, Changbin’s hips chasing your hips to enhance your pleasure and his as you continued to move. “Want you to stuff me full, Binnie… Want your pups, alpha, my alpha…” 

Omega, mate, tie… Changbin couldn’t help but moan, the thought of filling you up, breeding you, stuffing you full of his seed had him close, so close to the edge he started to lose a bit of his self control, and his hips pistoned up as hard as he could against you, just as his deepest desires flew past his lips before he could even stop himself.

“Mark me, puppy…” His eyes were fixed on yours, taking in the blissed out expression on your face, your beautiful features contorting in pleasure, whether it was for his words or his movements he didn’t know, nor could he think too clearly about it to care. “Please, mark me… Want everyone to know I’m yours and yours only. Mark me…”

With a whine, your canines enlarged upon his request–not much, you were an omega after all, but that didn’t stop you from dipping, and your mouth found the junction of his shoulder and his neck for your teeth to sink into his flesh, sending sparks of hot, unadulterated pleasure throughout his entire system.

The feeling of your teeth breaking his skin, along with your merciless hips bouncing on top of him was enough to send him over the edge, lodging his knot deep within your walls for him to shoot his seed into you with a long, drawn out growl just as your walls started to spasm around him, just as your whole body shook in his hold as you came undone with him.

Changbin felt lightheaded as his cum spurted almost endlessly from his tip, filling you up. You weakly licked his neck, right where you bit him, trying to soothe the wound. “My alpha, my Binnie, mine, all mine…” You whispered against his skin, bringing heat to his face, making him blush.

Turning his head slightly, Changbin’s lips found yours. One of his hands came to rest on the back of your head to deepen the kiss, and his tongue pushed lazily against yours, savouring you. “My sweet, precious omega, mine, all mine…” He mumbled against your lips, hearing your satisfied hum when he finally stopped coming, when he finally stuffed you full of everything he had.

Hiding in the crook of his neck again, you snuggled impossibly closer to him, letting out a content sigh as you both just laid there catching your breaths for a long while.

Changbin’s skin felt tingly, especially where you bit him–holy shit you marked him. As he regained clarity, he finally realised he begged you to mark him, and you did. You marked him and the mere feeling of it made him blow his load immediately, and his mind was racing.

Suddenly, you tensed, moving away from his neck to look him in the eyes. “Holy shit, Changbin…” Your fingers traced the mark on his neck, making a shiver run down his spine at the contact. 

“You marked me”, Changbin confirmed, feeling his heart swell in his chest as he said it, his voice was barely a whisper, and his palms moved from where they had been laying on your back to softly caress your shoulders. “How does it look?”

“Like… Like a mating bite…” You licked your lips, your eyes jumping back and forth from his face to the mark. “Didn’t even know omegas could mark others… Much less an alpha”.

“You’re no ordinary omega, pup”, one of Changbin’s hands pushed away the hair that was sticking to your forehead. “Just like I’m no ordinary alpha, thought we had established that already”, with a hand on the back of your neck, he pulled you down gently, to press a soft, tender kiss to the apple of your cheek.

“Do you–” You shuffled, or at least tried to, but the tug of Changbin’s knot in your core made you wince and whine as soon as you tried to move.

Changbin’s hands found your hips, keeping you firmly in place. “Don’t move, baby. This is quite possibly one of the worst positions we could’ve tied in”, Changbin chuckled softly, pressing kisses on your cheeks to try to soothe you.

“Sorry…” A sheepish smile made its way onto your face, a blush settling on your cheeks. “Couldn’t help it…”

“I know, pup”, stretching his neck a bit, Changbin’s lips found yours, placing a peck on your lips. Wrapping his arms around your waist he held you to his chest and inhaled deeply. “You smell so good, puppy… So good…”

“You do, too, baby…” You rubbed your forehead on Changbin’s shoulder, letting out a content sigh. “Did I… Did my heat trigger your rut?”

Changbin just hummed, softly caressing your hair and your back. “The second I stepped through the door and I got a whiff of your scent I lost my mind. My rut wasn’t due yet”.

You hummed, pressing soft kisses on his neck. “Guess you’ll have to call in sick…”

Changbin chuckled. Leave it to you to think about work even in a moment like this. “They’ll live. This is more important than that stupid office”.

Giggling softly, you smothered his face with kisses, bringing the widest smile to his lips just as you brushed Changbin’s nose with yours once you had finished your attack. “We’re gonna have so much fun, Binnie…”

Once his knot fully deflated, Changbin moved you off of his lap, and your eyes went wide as you looked at him, still hard and leaking. With a smirk on his face, he took a hold of your hips, a tiny squeak left your lips as he harshly turned you around and pulled your lower body up to rest your weight on your knees. 

“My turn now. Gonna make a mess out of you, pup…”

Yes, Changbin enjoyed being taken care of. He enjoyed letting you take control, but on odd occasions, and especially now, with his mind still hazy and completely drunk on your scent and your pheromones, he enjoyed taking control, too. He was determined to take care of you.

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My little love

Chapter 22

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!reader

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: this is fluff central ok, Henry and Charlotte being cuties (they get it from their dad so they’re a warning), implied smut,

A/N: I am so excited to share this chapter. This is like a day in the life kind of thing. Also a new member joins the Barnes family! I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself!

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“Hey Stark.” Bucky calls from the door to Tony’s lab.

“What’s up terminator?”

“Do you wanna see Steve get his ass kicked?”

“Always.” Tony replies as he tosses the screwdriver he had in his hand. “Why is he getting his ass kicked and by who?”

“Y/N has been cleared by medical and is starting her training today. What Steve doesn’t know is that the cure that Bruce created for the toxin doubled the serum she already had in her system.”

Tony laughs as he walks to the door, already taking his phone out and texting the rest of the team. Both men make their way to the gym as they talk about how they think Steve will do.

“I’m telling you Barnes, he’s gonna win”

“Nah, my girls got it in the bag.”

“Wanna bet on it?” Tony stops in front of the gym doors.

“Oh it’s on.”

They shake hands and walk in, the rest of the team already waiting for your training to begin. Bucky looks at you and winks as he and Tony settle side by side against a wall. Everyone is whispering amongst themselves and making bets on who will win. The odds are in your favor. Henry cheers for you and of course Lottie cheers for Steebie.

“Why is everyone here?” Steve asks as he makes his way towards the mats.

“I don’t know.” Of course you knew why, you just weren’t going to tell him anything.

“Are you excited to get back into training?”

“Steve, you've known me long enough to know the answer to that.”

“Ok,” he chuckles as he gets into a defensive position. “Let’s start easy, it has been a little over six weeks.”

“You got it.”

You try to hide your smirk as he throws a punch, obviously taking it easy on you. For the next few minutes you dance around each other. Every once in a while you land a punch and Steve flinches at the force behind your hits and kicks. At this point some recruits have stopped what they were doing just to watch.

“Alright let’s move on to holds and grappling. Do you want to go first?” He asks.

“Nope. I need to freshen up on how to get out of some holds.”

“Ok.” Steve moves behind you and wraps his right arm around your neck and locks it with his left, not too tight that he’d actually hurt you.

You pretend to struggle and Steve stops, before giving you instructions on how to free yourself. Then he gets back into position. You look up at Bucky and wink. He in turn elbows Tony who starts recording.

“Just think it through. Someone is holding you like this, how do you get out?”

You bring your hands up and take his left arm and pull it out, in a quick motion you bend down at your waist so that Steve is pulled over your back and lands on the floor in front of you. He looks up at you bewildered, you’ve never been able to break any of his holds.

“What the fuck just happened?” He says as he stands up.

There’s cheering and grumbles as people pay up on their bets. You however can’t stop laughing. It takes you a good minute to calm down.

“Wow you should have seen your face.” You say as you start to laugh again.

“How the hell did you do that? Did you put metal in my clothes or something?”

“No,” you scoff before giving him an innocent look. “Did I forget to tell you that the antitoxin Bruce created basically doubled the serum that was in my system?”

“You little shit. You’re a super soldier now?”

“Yeah.” You give him a shit eating grin.

“Oh Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. You shouldn’t have told me that.”

“Why?”

It’s Steve‘a turn to give you a mischievous grin. “Because now that means we have to make your training routine more intense. To help you keep up with your serum of course.” He starts walking away backwards as he laughs at you.

“No, that’s not fair.”

“It’s a rookie mistake, it happens to everyone. I’ll see you tomorrow on the running trail at 6:00.”

“In the morning?” You practically shriek which only causes him to laugh more.

“Captain's orders.”

You curse him under your breath as Bucky walks up to you and throws his arm around your shoulder.

“Tough break, Sugar. I’ll miss you in bed.”

“Haha, if you think you’re staying in bed while I have to run, you're dead wrong.”

“Cute but not gonna happen.”

“I’ll drag your ass by your arm.”

Bucky laughs as he steps away from you. “You’re cute when you’re threatening me.”

You glare at him as you follow him out of the gym.

“How much did you make on the bet?”

“Enough to take my girl out somewhere for date night.” He smiles at you before holding the gym door open. “What do you say? Just you and me, tonight?”

“It could be nice.”

Charlotte sat on your bed while you got ready. She even helped you pick out a sundress for the occasion. You held up different accessories and she happily pointed to the ones she liked best. Then the chaos happened. Charlotte was informed that she wasn’t going on this date with you and Bucky. In your defense you told her Henry wasn’t going either. But not even the promise of spending the evening hanging out with Steve was enough to stop the waterworks. Not until Bucky made it worse with his promise to her.

“Doll,” he was carrying Lottie into the living room with you trailing behind. “If you let me and mama go out alone, we’ll talk about getting you a sissy.” The words slipped out before he realized what he had promised.

That was enough to get Lottie to stop crying. Her face was still slightly red but she was smiling now.

“A sissy? Pwomise?”

“We’ll talk about it. But that sissy won’t be here for a while anyway.”

“Is kay.” She wipes away her own tears as she smiles at Bucky. “Can wait wit bubba and Steebie.”

“No doll, I mean-“

“James, you've done enough damage. Why don’t you quit while you’re ahead?” You murmur.

“Yeah, you’re right. Ok doll, have fun with Bubba and Steve.”

During the whole conversation Steve had been sitting in the living room. You could tell he was trying to suppress a laugh.

“Come on sweetheart, let your parents go so they can talk about that sister.”

“Bye mama, bye dada.”

“Bye sweet Angel. Henry,” you turn to watch him walk out of his room with a few toys in his hands. “Hey bubs, have fun and we’ll see you later ok?”

“Ok, can I stay up later than bedtime?”

“We’ll leave that up to uncle Steve.” Bucky says as he opens the door to leave. “Make sure you listen to him. Love you guys.”

“Love you too.” Steve answers with a chuckle.

“Aww look at our oldest child taking care of his siblings.” You joke as you take a picture with your phone. Steve was on the couch with Lottie in his arms and all of Henry’s toys on his lap.

“Bye mom, have fun talking about having a sissy.”

“Oh we’re going to talk and we’ll talk so hard.” You wink as Steve grimaces. With a laugh you walk out the door hand in hand with Bucky.

****

The date had been simple but fun. A movie, dinner and then drinks at a bar to end the night. The fun part was the teasing. At the movie theater Bucky chose the seats at the back where you could make out in peace. During dinner he made sure to keep a hand on your thigh, slowly moving up or giving a gentle squeeze. When you got to the bar you were both handsy and riled up. So much so that you pulled Bucky out of the bar and found the first dark alley you could.

“Is this what you want, sugar?” Bucky murmured against your lips as he trapped you between himself and the brick wall of the bar. “You want me to fuck you right here? Can’t even wait to get home.”

“Stop teasing.”

“Me teasing?” He pulls back to give you an incredulous look. “You’re the one that couldn’t keep your hands to yourself in the bar, Sugar.”

You smile up at him as your arms come up his chest and wrap loosely around his neck.

“I can’t help it when you look this good.”

The complement didn’t get the reaction you thought it would. You felt Bucky tense.

“Buck-“

“Don’t panic. We’re being watched.”

You turn your head just slightly so that you can look out of the corner of your eye and you gasp.

“I said I was sorry already. Sugar, don’t be mad at me.” Bucky pleaded as you walked into your apartment.

Steve was there with both kids in the middle of a game of candy land. All three of them look up at you.

“Dada.” Lottie runs towards Bucky, while Henry gets up to hug you.

“How did things go here?”

“Everything‘s fine. How was date night?”

“It was great up until the end, when Bucky decided to scare the crap out of me.”

“I already said I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“How would you handle it if you were in an alley and someone said ‘don’t panic, we’re being watched.’?” You were looking at Steve with your arms crossed.

“Why were you in an alley?”

“Oh you sweet summer’s child.” You mutter before you give him an eyebrow wiggle. “We were going to have a conversation.”

“Oh, ew. I don’t need to know these things.” Steve gives you a disgusted face.

“Anyways,” Bucky continues. “We have a surprise for the kids.”

“A suwpwise dada?”

“Yeah doll, we have a surprise for you and Henry.”

“What is it?” Henry peeks around you to get a better look at his father.

Bucky walks back to the door and opens it and brings in a small crate. He sets it on the coffee table as both Henry and Lottie look inside to find a small white fur ball curled up on a blanket.

“We found a kitten while we were out on our date. She didn’t have a home so she’s going to stay with us.” Bucky explains softly.

Henry stares in amazement at the new addition to the Barnes family. Meanwhile you walk out and grab the few bags of supplies you’d picked up.

“This is what Bucky was referring to when he said we were being watched.” You murmured to Steve.

“What’s her name?”

“She doesn’t have one yet, we have to pick one out.” Bucky says as he settles on the couch. “What do you think Lottie, do you like the kitten?”

“Is not a sissy, dada.”

“I know, doll, but it’s going to take some time to get a sissy.”

“Kay.” Lottie said with a frown. She gives the crate a side eye before walking over to you and holding her arms up. “Uppies mama.”

“Come here sweet Angel. Did you have fun with Steve?”

“Yeah, pay wit Steebie and bubba.”

“Are you ready for bed my sweet girl? You sound tired.”

“Mmhhmm.” She says as she nods before laying her head on your shoulder.

“Let’s get you into bed then. Do you want a story?”

She nods. “An hugs.”

“And hugs, you got it.” You say as you walk back toward the bedrooms.

“Alright let’s think of names.” Bucky says.

“How about snowball?” Steve offers but Henry shakes his head.

“Winter?”

Bucky grimaces.

“Snowflake?” Henry says.

“How about… Alpine? Al for short.” Bucky offers as he scratches the kitten’s head, she meows in approval.

“Alpine. I like it.”

“Me too.”

Steve and Henry both agree before the former stands.

“Alright you guys I’m gonna go. See you tomorrow.”

“Bye uncle Steve.”

“Thanks for watching them.”

“Of course, they’re my favorite people.” Steve smiles and walks out with a wave.

“Can Alpine sleep in my room daddy?”

“Yeah, I think she’d like to have some company after being all alone. Let’s get her bed set up in there.” Bucky hands Alpine to Henry, who holds her close to his chest.

Bucky grabs some of the items in the bags and follows Henry, who is walking at a very slow pace as he holds Alpine. In his room Bucky sets down a cat bed in a corner and then places a blanket over it. He leaves some toys on the floor before turning to Henry.

“Alright kiddo, the bed it set. Tomorrow we’ll go over what we have to do to take care of her, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Do you want a bedtime story?”

“Yes, please.” Henry says as he sits down on his bed, the little ball of fur tucked into his elbow.

Bucky picks up the chapter book they’ve been reading together and sits down next to Henry. He starts where he left off and reads until Henry has slowly drifted off to sleep. Alpine claiming her spot at the end of the bed.

****

“And they lived happily ever after. The end.” You finish reading the book Lottie had chosen.

With a kiss to the forehead you start to get up as quietly as you can thinking that Charlotte is asleep.

“Mama?”

“Yes my sweet Angel?”

“Dada a pwince an mama a pwincess.”

“You think your dad is a prince and I’m a princess?”

“Yeah.” She replies sleepily.

“Why is that?”

“Cus dada an mama is pwetty. An dada lobe mama and mama lobe dada.” She says as she points at the drawing of the prince and princess holding hands.

“That’s right mama and daddy love each other very much. And we love you and bubba very much too.”

She gives you a sleepy smile. You sit there another few minutes playing with her hair until her breathing finally evens out.

In the hallway you find Bucky waiting for you. He follows you happily into your shared bedroom and when the door is closed, Bucky is on you.

“James.” You whisper yell as you laugh when he throws you on the bed.

“If I remember correctly, we were about to have a very important conversation in the alley before we were interrupted.”

“Oh yeah, what were we going to talk about again?”

“Not much.” He shrugs as he hovers over you. “I was gonna make you yell my name so that everyone knows you makes you feel so good.”

“Hhmm. I'm willing to hear your argument.”

“Bubba?” Lottie giggled as she walked into Henry’s room.

This was a normal game for them, hide and seek. It was a lot more challenging considering Henry could disappear. That was never an issue for Lottie who is determined to find her older brother.

“Buuubbbaaaa.”

Lottie is searching around his usual hiding spots when a small meow gets her attention. Her little brows pinch in confusion at the sound as she turns around, unable to find the source. Another meow comes from the corner of the room and Lottie carefully walks over to where she thinks the sound is. As she closes in, Henry appears in front of her with Alpine in his arms. Lottie jumps back and starts laughing.

“Bubba!” She shrieked between her bout of laughter, while Henry joined.

“Sorry baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Is kay.” Lottie replies while eyes the kitten in her brother’s arms.

“Do you want to pet her? Her name is Alpine.”

“A-pine?”

“Yeah, let’s sit down, come on.” Henry moves to sit on his bed and watches as Lottie hops on.

Her little hand reaches for Alpines head but she’s a bit rough and Alpine hisses. Lottie whimpers and pulls her hand back, her bottom lip wobbles.

“It’s ok Lottie. You just have to be gentle like this.”

Henry runs his hand over Alpine’s head in a much more gentle and slow manner. Then he takes Lottie’s hand and guides her. All of the attention makes Alpine purr as she leans into the touch happily. For a few minutes the kids stay just like that. Sitting on Henry’s bed and giving Alpine all of the attention and cuddles she could want.

“Hi my sweet babies.” You said from the door getting both of their attentions. “Do you want to go play outside for a while?”

Lottie and Henry look at each other as if they’re having a silent conversation.

“Can pay on swings?”

“Of course sweet Angel.”

Lottie gives you a beaming smile before hopping off of Henry's bed. You chuckle as you move to let her get out.

“But on some basketball shorts, it’s hot outside and wear your sunglasses.”

“Ok.” Henry says as he moves to his drawer.

Lottie is in her room already digging through her basket to find the perfect sunglasses, she never leaves the apartment without them. Her growing collection is thanks to Nat. She turns around and proudly displays her selection. Purple flower shaped shades with purple lenses.

“Great choice. Alright, let’s get you changed.” You say as you show her the tank top and shorts you chose.

Lottie happily stands on the bed as she begins to take off her shirt. You give her the tank top, which she puts on inside out at first. Like the big girl she is, Lottie puts on her shorts, also backwards before you point it out and then help her put on some sneakers. You then quickly put her hair up into two pigtails. She leads the way into the living room where Henry and Alpine are already waiting.

You grab the small backpack with water bottles and snacks and watch as Haney ticks Alpine in one arm while holding on to Lottie’s hand.

“Alright my sweet babies, let’s go have some fun.” You say as you open the front door for them.

The rest of the afternoon the three of you spend it at the small park area.

Today was the day. Charlotte was having her bed changed into a big girl bed, her words. She was ecstatic as she stood by the door to her room and watched her dad move some things around. Henry had lost interest quickly enough and announced that he would go find you. With a look over his shoulder, Bucky couldn’t contain his smile as he watched Lottie, she waited patiently and gave Alpine some very well deserved head scratches.

“Do you want to help me out, doll?” Bucky says as he begins to remove some of the unnecessary pieces.

“Yeah.”

“Ok, come here. Do you see that screw driver?” Bucky points to it but Lottie grabs a pair of pliers. “No sweetheart that one.” He points again and this time she grabs the right tool. “Thank you. Now this is a flathead screwdriver.”

“Fathead.”

“Flathead.” Bucky enunciates.

“Fathead.”

“Well, we aren’t getting anywhere with that.” Bucky says as he continues to work on the bed.

Lottie talks his ear off as she tells him about going to the park and petting Alpine. Every once in a while she’ll actually hand him a tool after he points it out for her.

“Alright doll, you now have a big rip bed. Why don’t you try it out?”

Lottie obliges quickly and happily by getting up on it and jumping a few times. She lets herself fall backwards with a laugh. Bucky kneels on the floor beside the bed and pushes some of her loose hair out of her face.

“Is it Lottie approved?”

“Mhm. Big bed cause am big.”

Bucky chuckles. “That’s right but you’ll always be daddy’s little girl.” He says before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Bucky turns and begins to clean up the mess he’s made while Lottie slips off the bed and walks towards one of her play chests. She’s rummaging around until she finds what she wants.

“Dada can paint? Pease?”

Bucky turns to see her holding her little play makeup kit that Wanda got her for her birthday. Lottie specifically was holding out one of her many nail polish bottles.

“Oh doll, I’m not good at that stuff. Why don’t we go see if mama can do it?”

“No want mama. Want dada to paint.” Lottie said. Her eyes were wide but sad and her bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

“Ok I’ll paint your nails. But you can’t be mad if they turn out bad.”

“Tank you dada.” Charlotte throws herself into Bucky’s arms in order to hug him. Then she sits on her bed and sticks her foot out before wiggling her little toes. “Can paint dada’s too?”

“You want to paint my nails?”

Lottie nods, way too excited for her own good. He sighs because he knows that there will be no way out of this and he’d do anything for her.

“Ok, you can paint my nails.”

Lottie claps and urges him to hurry up.

******

Henry walks away from the mess Bucky is making in Lottie’s bed to find you in the kitchen. You’re currently reading through recipes for a few side dishes. The team has decided that it’s a lovely afternoon to have dinner outside.

“Hi mama.” Henry says as he walks into the kitchen. “What are you doing?”

“I am deciding on what I should make for dinner with the rest of the team?”

“Why do you call them team?”

“Well, they are my team.” You say, a little confused at his question.

“I know but that’s when you go to work. Aren’t they our family too?”

You smile at him. Even with everything he went through he had a huge heart.

“You are absolutely right. I just don’t think about it that much because you can be a team and a family. As long as we’re together. Now, do you want to help me make something for our family dinner?”

He nods as he walks around the kitchen island.

“Go get the step stool so that you can see better.”

“Ok.” He moved around quickly and brought over the step stool you kept in the kitchen so that he could be at a better height. “Where do we start?”

“We start with cutting some potatoes so that we can boil them.”

“Will you teach me how?” He tilts his head to get a better look at you.

“Absolutely. We’ll make a chef out of you.”

For the next hour or so you work with Henry on how to properly use a knife and ignore his comment of him already knowing how to use one. You prep all of the ingredients together, Henry helps you mix them together. Toward the end you are both covered in flour after he accidentally knocked over the mixing bowl. Both of you had trouble breathing but weren’t sure if it was because of the flour or the fit of laughter.

After cleaning up the mess you and Henry continue working together. That is until Charlotte walks out to the kitchen.

“Mama look, dada painted.” She held her hand out so that you could see her perfectly painted nails. They were painted with a sparkly hot pink nail polish.

“Oh my, your nails look so pretty.” You gush and she only seems to get more excited. Then she calls for her dad to come out.

“Made dada look pwetty, mama.”

“You did? But your dad is already pr-“ the words die on your tongue as Bucky steps into the kitchen. You are at a complete loss of words and your mouth hangs open at the sight before you.

He sends you a glare that rivals those of him as the winter soldier. It seems that Charlotte had given him a full makeover. There was a headband on his head and multiple colorful clips and elastics creating small versions of pigtails. Bucky’s face wasn’t any better. Lottie had also used the makeup kit Wanda had gifted her. He had purple eyeshadow eyeshadow and pink blush and even a bit of lip gloss. But the cherry on the makeover sundae was the manicure, if you could call it that. It was hard to miss even if you were sitting in pitch black. In a very messy style, Bucky’s nails were the same nail Lottie had. Even better still was when you looked close enough, the pink also stood out against the black metal of his left arm.

“Oh Lottie,” she looked up at you excitedly and waited to see what your thoughts were. “You did such a good job. Daddy has never looked prettier.”

Lottie shrieked in delight and she clapped and wiggled in her spot. Henry was laughing so hard he almost fell off the step stool but you turned around just in time to catch him. Before Bucky could disappear you took your phone out and took a few pictures of his makeover. You even convinced him to take some pictures showing off his manicure with Lottie.

“If you show anyone these pictures we’re going to have some trouble.” Bucky murmurs but Lottie hears him.

“Habe to show Steebie and Sammie and Tony and Buce and Cint so can make pwetty too.” She argues.

“Why don’t we just take your makeup kit with us? I bet they’ll let you make them pretty anyways.”

“Kay.” She beamed and ran back to her room to prepare her kit. Alpine follows her every step back into her room.

Henry couldn’t stop pointing and laughing at his dad, so much so that he was on the floor. You however were looking at him with so much fondness and love that you might burst, it confused him a bit.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s just… you’re such a good dad and I love you so much.” You informed him as he walked closer to you.

Bucky only managed to give you the same shy smile he did whenever you told him the same thing. It was still hard for him to accept the fact that he was a father and that he was doing a good job. He looked over your shoulder to find Henry giggling as he got up from the floor to return to his post next to you.

“You also look so pretty right now.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his waist and stood on your tippy toes to give him a quick kiss.

“And now you do too since you got some of my lip gloss.”

“Mama doesn’t need makeup to look pretty.” Henry argues and you can’t help the ‘aaww’ that escapes you before you’re hugging him instead.

“Want hug too.” Lottie had walked back out with one of her backpacks stuffed with her makeup kit and probably more hair accessories. She dropped it though and ran towards you so that you could pick her up, which you did.

The time cooking went by quickly and it was just the four of you, and Alpine, having a good time in the kitchen. When it was time to head out to have dinner, Bucky decided to leave Lottie’s work untouched. Of course it caused a lot of teasing by the guys but by the end of it all of them were also done up in signature Lottie style. Even Henry and Vision ended up painted to the heavens. Everyone laughed and joked and you, Wanda, Pepper and Nat took many pictures to have as evidence or blackmail.

There was no better place to be in than between shared laughs and conversations amongst your team or better yet your family.

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hi do you have any kon comics recs?

oh boy do i!!!!! ♥

for his origins, you'll want to read "reign of the supermen" (probably easiest to read it as a tpb, because the individual issues are all over the place). this details his creation and escape from cadmus, his relationships with clark and john henry irons, and his early attitudes!

after that, of course. well. superboy (1994). i love this comic. it is deeply flawed. it's 100 issues long, so it's a bit of an undertaking, but in my opinion it's essential reading to actually understand kon as a character. he gets groomed and exploited in many ways in this book, and it is not handled well because it's treated as acceptable as the fantasy of any teenage boy (the grooming and sexual abuse), or played for comedic effect (the financial exploitation). but understanding those facets of kon's backstory are vital to get a read on him as a character. sb94 also does a really great job of establishing him as someone kind, creative, and incredibly lonely and depressed. he's passively suicidal for pretty much the entire run. he's a really good boy. and some of his relationships with his supporting cast (roxy, serling, dubbilex, guardian) are just sooo <333

next up: young justice (1998)! this is the fun one with a lot of shenanigans. the depth here is mostly understated for characters like kon, tim, and bart (who have their own solos outside of it) and i'd say the kon experience here is enhanced by having read sb94 first, because there are certain arcs that follow up on things going on at cadmus and stuff. after yj98 is teen titans/young justice: graduation day, which basically shows how yj disbands after donna troy's death.

after that is the unfortunate mess that is teen titans (2003). this comic is not good, but it is important. this is where the lex retcon happens, the mind control arc happens, and the tie-ins to infinite crisis all happen. kon dies in infinite crisis, returns in final crisis, and rejoins the team towards the end of tt03.

next up is adventure comics (2009), the first six issues of which get into what kon does in the wake of his resurrection. superboy (2011) (i) (not to be confused with the n52 superboy solo) follows up on some of these themes and shows his adventures in smallville! both are pretty solid.

if you Really wanna dig into everything going on towards the end of postcrisis continuity, i'd rec getting into a tpb of the new krypton arcs! kon isn't around for everything there (he's dead for the first parts), but by last stand of new krypton, he's back and running around with the legion (this includes the last few issues of adventure comics '09, too).

in n52 kon is just. not there. the "kon-el" in n52 is just straight up an entirely different guy. (incidentally, this guy is where the edgy "kon means abomination" thing comes from. this is a retcon. kon's name originally is the name of a dead cousin of clark's that clark says he would be honored if superboy would accept.)

if you want to read anything post flashpoint, he gets reintroduced to continuity in young justice (2019). then the house of kent arc in action comics sort of explains his situation in prime earth continuity. stuff like yjdc (which i have not and will not be reading, so i certainly can't recommend it) takes place after this, and kon appears some in various other action comics arcs going on lately, but none of those are major appearances really. he did have his recent mini solo superboy: man of tomorrow, which was... fine. nothing spectacular imo, but the covers are cute and i have all six issues sitting on my desk because kon <3!

i know this is kind of long. my bad i love to ramble about kon kjsdhf but!! if you have any questions or anything i'm happy to elaborate or clarify further!! but in the meantime. go forth, and happy kon reading ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷💖

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hiii! may i request self aware! gepard and blade (separately) who watch as y/n escaping reality in hsr, like they’re playing for hours without eating or sleeping, they look tired and worn out? What do they think about it?

escaping reality

gepard, blade x gn!reader

summary: in which you try to escape reality by completely indulging in honkai: star rail.

cw: mentions of unspecified trouble in real-life

enyo's note: don't mind me putting an owl city quote here because i got reminded of it by this request: "reality is a lovely place but i wouldn't wanna live there."

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gepard landau

gepard already knows a little of what is going on in your life, so when you appear online more and more often, he is quick to connect the dots.

instantly worried: have things grown out to become too much for you? were you running away from your real life, using honkai star rail as your escape?

he doesn't let it go on for too long, stepping in because you already look way too dull and worn-out for his liking. he hates seeing you like that, and again, he is concerned.

his approach is careful and a little awkward. he doesn't want to trigger you, and he is convinced that he's not too good at deep talks.

"i'm a little worried about you, y/n," he admits as he watches you enhance his relics. "you're online so often that it's tiring you out. is something the matter?"

you hesitate because you don't want to bother him.

but the silence speaks a thousand words.

gepard knows what that means, and it worries him even more. you're always online without breaks, hardly leaving any time to eat, drink, or catch up on sleep. you've been neglecting yourself, haven't you?

he leaves it up to you to decide whether or not you want to talk about what exactly you're running from, but you open up and he listens patiently.

he's much better at this than he givee himself credit for!

gepard will softly remind and ecourage you to take breaks and take care of yourself, telling you how important your wellbeing is to him. he's so relieved (and proud!) when you promise him to take care of yourself, adding breaks regularly to your playtime.

blade

at first he doesn't think much of it.

yeah, sure, you're online more and more often, spending hours online on honkai star rail without taking breaks. he even teases you with it ("can't live without me, hm?")

but then he starts to notice how terrible you look; tired, obviously not taking care of yourself. and when do you eat? drink? sleep? attend real-life obligations? you're always online.

blade doesn't really do anything. it's none of his business. and he doesn't care, right?

r i g h t ?

okay, as your appearance worsens – growing bags underneath your eyes, your shoulders slumping more and more, your tired eyes void of their usual sparkle – he starts to worry. he can no longer pretend that he doesn't care.

goes for the direct approach.

at some point he straight-up refuses to enter a boss fight, folding his arms abd gazing into your eyes.

"you haven't been taking care of yourself," he sternly remarks.

there isn't much for you to deny: it's a fact.

sighing, you give in, and confess to blade that playing honkai is your way of escaping reality. you open up about what makes your real life so tough, and he listens silently.

his demeanor softens and his conern shows. he's no longer the cold and sadistic stellaron hunter, but the bladie you grew to adore.

blade tries to take care of you in his own way, mainly refusing to cooperate until you promise him to eat something or take a nap. as you come back, he rewards you by asking silver wolf to alter the data to bless you with amazing relics, hehe.