#dick winters domestic fluff

[kagamesayu]

v!genshin x gn!reader

includes . diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli t/w . 18+ mdni, gn!reader, nsfw, fluff wc: 2.3k a/n . first time posting my writing :,> hope u enjoy! reblogs appreciated ✧

Diluc who loves waking up with you wrapped in his arms, snuggling into his warmth in the winter. Eyes soft as he watches you breathing softly, nose buried in his chest as your fingers gripped onto his waist.

Diluc who loves watching you try to sneak a glance at him working while you sit on the couch in his office, wondering when the hell he’d finally pay attention to you. And he’d be such an ass about it too. You’d get up and stand behind him, leaning on his shoulders and pressing your lips to his ears and neck. 

“Baby, take a break you’ve been working all day.” Really he’d been working for a few hours, you just wanted his love and attention.

“Soon my love,” He’d chuckle and press a long kiss on your cheek before dragging his lips to your own. “Just a little while more darling. Be patient for me.”

Diluc who loves you for the little things you do, like trying to cook him breakfast everyday even when you have a maid to do it. Or when you try to knit him a sweater, totally forgetting his pyro vision that kept him much too warm. Or even when you tried to serenade him by learning the lyre in a span of 2 weeks.

It didn’t matter to Diluc. Because he’d cherish all the food you made for him - specifically for him. Even if it were burnt, he wouldn’t care. Cause you put your time and effort into it. 

It didn’t matter to Diluc that the sweater you made him might have some loose ends, or that it might have been much too big for him. He’d just say that it felt like you were giving him a hug. He’d never tell you how he loved the domesticity of the entire situation. He’d cherish it for years and years and hold it tight if you ever were to leave.

Diluc who loves fucking you silly with his huge dick, and he doesn’t even know how to use it right. It’s just so big that it hits all the right spots. He opens your legs wide, watching his dick moving in and out of you. Your hands move to hold onto his hand that wrapped around your waist, the other holding onto the bed under you as you were drilled into the mattress. 

Diluc who loves to watch tears run down your face because of how good you feel. ‘Stop’ you say? But he hasn’t even cum yet! Don’t be so selfish! His stamina built from all the years of training definitely came to help him. 

Diluc whose oversensitive dick throbbed inside you as he lay beside you after cumming twice. His cum dripping around his hard cock and out of your hole, onto the bed sheet he definitely needed to get changed. He hums, nose buried in your neck as he breathes in the smell of sex, sweat and you. He’ll leave another bite right then and there - doesn’t matter if he already painted your body with hickeys, you can have more!

And it definitely didn’t matter to him that you might have played a note wrongly on the lyre and you couldn’t exactly stay on tune. Because you learnt a whole new skill just for him and he’d always say that you were a much better bard than Venti. You had the voice of an angel and you fucking bet that he was smiling softly, cheeks flushed pink as he tapped his finger along to your music, eyes trained on your fingers playing the lyre, lips shaking nervously. And afterwards he’d give you a hug and tell you that you ‘did so well my little Eagle. so proud of you.’ and he’d place a kiss right on your lips, smiling.

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Kaeya who loves to kiss your neck, only to watch you shiver, lips curling up and squealing as he laughs at you. You playfully hit his exposed chest before pressing a cheeky kiss against it. The second you do that he holds onto your waist, pulling you close so when you look up you look right into his eyes. 

“Payback.”

“I’ll show you payback.” Kaeya who pulls you into an alley to makeout. You both leave the alleyway dishevelled and panting with red covering your necks and chests.

Kaeya who wrote his first poem for you during the Windblume Festival and beamed proudly as you read it. A smirk on his face once you read the part where he wanted to do...things with you.

Kaeya who entertains your thoughts by giving his own insight and questions. (you both were once in a heated debate on whether birds looked better with arms or not) 

“Okay but imagine if they had arms. They could fly and punch!” “Snowflake, would they even be able to fly if they had arms?”

“...fuck you’re so smart babe-”

Kaeya who loves to reply to you either snarkily or flirtily. He loved giving you a fuckboy face, lips caught in his teeth as he smirked, giving you those eyes. Sometimes you return the face, most times you look away embarrassed and questioning life.

Kaeya who would teasingly pull down his shirt just to show you more of his chest, wanting to see you drool for him.

Kaeya who treats you as a pillow prince/princess, living only to give you pleasure. He could eat you out for hours, loving the way you trembled from overstimulation as he sucked on you, licking and biting every piece of flesh available to him. Absolutely loved to fuck you till you were crying, begging him for more in a babbled voice.

Kaeya who loved to have you cockwarm him as he did his paperwork, giving you praises as you sat nicely on his lap, like the good princess/prince you were. He loved to tease you sometimes, asking you to move a little just to feel you grind against him, your velvet walls clamping down on him.

Kaeya who in his worst, most stressed and touch starved moments would cling to you and ask you to ride him. Whose eyes fill with over-stimulated tears as he came for the nth time, shooting blanks into your hot body as you rode him relentlessly, cooing at him and kissing the tears away.

Kaeya who loved to cook with you, loved how he could always hug you and give you kisses as you prepared your meals. Loved how you were always within reach of him. He’d finish his chicken skewers and just go up behind you, rest his head on your shoulders/on your head and sigh happily. His hands would always either be on your hips or on the counter, trapping you in.

Kaeya who always wakes up earlier than you just to watch you breathing softly. He lays his head on your chest, listening and feeling your heartbeat. Always reminds him that you’re alive. Always makes him feel better if he gets nightmares.

Kaeya who - even if he says it everyday - doesn’t feel that he could ever really show you how much he loved you. He’d had flings before and all those feelings were nothing in comparison to how he felt with you, around you, for you. Sometimes his face would flush darkly, heart beat fast as butterflies would race in his stomach, his chest. His skin would feel warm and he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling around you. 

He’d never show how flustered he actually is though. He’d always bury his face in your neck, lay small kisses against your skin as he whispered ‘I love you’s.

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Childe who loves getting things for you. All the way from little trinkets to outfits, sometimes jewellery that he specifically gets handcrafted just for you. He loves spoiling his little pet. Anything for you. Anything.

Childe who loves watching you from a distance, eyes always trailing your form, watching you do even the most mundane tasks. He’d watch you go around, buying food, or even just doing laundry. He loves watching you do the most domestic of tasks. It always makes him feel like he has something to come home to. That after every mission he has someone to come home to, to hold, to love.

Childe who loves teasing you - be it in the bedroom or out. He loves to say something and watch you struggle to answer, an amused smirk always on his face as he watches you flush and struggle to grasp for words. Loved having you that way on his cock and tongue as well, trying to breathe as you babbled nonsense - you were always pleading him to either keep going or to stop. In the end it didn’t matter, he does things at his own pace. 

“Sl-oow down please - nghh! Gonna - ahh~!” Your body spasms, hands gripping his hair as he continued eating you out through your orgasm.

“Doesn’t feel like ya want me to stop?” He chuckles, slick dripping from his mouth down to his chin. “You can give me ‘nother, right pretty? Wanna keep tastin’ you~”

Childe who loves having you sit on his lap, panties soaked and in his pocket. You could be impaled on his cock or just riding his thigh, he didn’t care. He just loved to see you act this way, bashful and embarrassed yet so needy. He loves having you this way, particularly when he’s giving commands to his underlings. And if anyone were to look too long, well...they would be ‘missing’ tomorrow. 

Childe who loves the sparkle in your eyes, the absolute excitement whenever you see him, the overwhelming joy when he does something for you or gives you something, the terror and concern whenever he comes to you, all bloodied and hurt. He loves seeing every expression you give him, every emotion he could feel from you. It almost makes up for the lack thereof from his side. 

Childe who never needs to act around you. Who smiles and frowns whenever he wants. Who laughs genuinely whenever you make a joke and scoffs - playfully - when you give him a terrible nickname (One of his personal favourites was the one time you had called titty twistin’, panty lickin’, toe lovin’ dick wad. It cracks him up everytime.)

Childe who looks at you like you strung up the stars everytime you patch up his wounds. Or make food for him. Or hold him tight at night when he misses his family. Childe loves deeply and selfishly and never wants to let you go. You’ve ruined him for anybody else, so take responsibility.

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Zhongli who looks for you in a crowd of people, and when he sees you smiles that gorgeous smile of his. He’ll quicken his pace to reach your side before offering you his hand to accompany him for his walk. 

Zhongli who greets you everyday with a kiss on the forehead, then to the right cheek, then the left before finally stopping at your lips. Nobody knows when he started doing this, and who were you to stop him? He holds your face in his hands and looks at you like you’re Celestia. Like you’re his world. 

“Good morning Honey.” His voice is low and breathy, content as he goes in for another kiss.

“Mm…good morning handsome.” 

Zhongli who very regularly buys gifts for you. With Childe’s money of course. Personalised chopsticks, hair pins, handkerchiefs, vases, flowers, etc. He’s a traditional man and loves showering his beloved in gifts, even if he didn’t buy it with his own mora.

Zhongli who is mature and talks with you about any misunderstandings. Who never lets an argument go too far and always knows when to stop and give you space. He always calms down before you - and you didn’t know if it was because he’s older or because that’s just Zhongli - and brings you back down to his level. 

Zhongli who makes you use your words when asking him for things. For hugs, for kisses, for sex. Even while you’re lying on the bed, face warm and sweaty, panting and drooling and dumbed down. He almost cruelly asks you questions about whether you want more, if you want him inside, if you want to go another round. 

Zhongli whose love-making and fucking styles are different. Love-making consists of sweet kisses, gentle touches, breathy moans and intimately long looks. When Zhongli fucks, he becomes a beast. A dragon who plays with his possessions as he likes. There are more marks left littering your body, bruising kisses, tears and so much more cum.

Zhongli whose marks glow a bright yellow when he fucks you. His arms glow brightly and his horns come out. It won’t matter what gender you are, he has you in a mating press with your thighs above his shoulders and his hips at a brutal pace. You have to wear long pants or skirts to cover the bruises and scratches left on your hips. And even though Zhongli apologises for his roughness, you can tell he  doesn’t mean it with the way he smiles proudly at the way you stumble around.

Zhongli who can never control himself when he sees you in his clothes. Doesn’t matter if you’re dressed underneath his huge coat or if you’re wearing one of his white dress shirts and only that. He can feel his dragon instincts acting up, his cock twitching and he can barely hold himself back before pouncing on you. Who can blame him though when you look so cute? Really you should blame yourself for getting into this situation, silly!

Zhongli who loves walking around Liyue with you. It doesn’t matter if you’ve walked past the same road like five times, he just wants to have company! You walk with your hand in the crook of his elbow, listening to him go on and on about ‘history’ which is really just him talking shit about Venti. Do you say anything and interrupt his one sided podcast? No. 

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hand stitched. | ellie williams

pairing & word count: ellie williams x gn!reader (use of word housewife tho.) wc: 1.6k

description: this is basically a drabble based on this concept. sewing your inital into ellies jeans. also refrence to thst one gossip girl blair sleeve scene.

warnings & tags: none except tooth rotting fluff and shitty sleepy writing. forgive me not proof read.

It had started as a joke. An innocent one at that. Just a small way of having yourself a laugh when you caught sight of your girlfriend during a cold winter day in Jackson. A way to see the wind bitten rosy cheeks of Ellie’s only redden more when you would point it out.

You had gotten almost that, only much better.

The idea came to you with a thread needle between your nimble fingers, working on closing a hole that had ripped open on Ellie’s favorite jean pocket.

The auburn haired girl wouldn’t admit it.. but she had eaten shit on the way home from a particularly muddy patrol with Jesse and fucked them up. Jesse had mumbled that to you as they handed over the horses you had to get to the community stable. It had made you laugh so hard you fell against Shimmer when your girlfriend handed her over, your toes curling in your boots with the humor imagining the sight. You shooed Ellie’s curious glares off, promising it was just some awful dad joke Jesse had made.

Later that night she handed you her ruined jeans, all puppy eyed as she asked you to patch them up. Her apparent reason for the rips were getting through a few too many crawl spaces that snagged the denim.

What a loving girlfriend you were, not calling bullshit and instead letting your girlfriend find her way to bed as you washed the dirty jeans. A glass of wine from a bottle you had found in sheer luck on a supply run last summer sat beside you as you had stitched together the now dried and cleaned fabric. The sweet wine sat low in your belly that whole night, causing a slower fix to the denim and a hazier stream of thoughts.

You did most of Ellie’s laundry, you remember thinking. Honestly, you did most of her chores. You didn’t exactly mind the little housewife act, it made you feel wanted and loved in a domestic sort of way.. watching Ellie leave the house with the cookie you made her between her teeth.. jacket you cleaned hung on her shoulders. That thought process had brought your wine drunk actions to other places.

Places like ending up with a cracked lip pulled between your teeth, a little red string threading through the right side of one of the pockets of Ellie’s jeans, stitching the little shape of your initial into it. lt was just a joke, one you didn't tell Ellie about the neck morning when she pressed obnoxiously loud kisses to your blushed cheeks as a thank you for fixing the jeans, watching as she hopped around to pull them over her figure and shove her converses on and out the door.

You didn’t see her until much later, during a walk through the main street of Jackson. You had been tasked with carrying supplies from the gate to the make-shift kitchen down the street. With hands full of old cans and eggs from a chicken coop outside Jackson, you had caught sight of Ellie for the first time that day. Her head was turned back to scowl at Jesse, who had been laughing at something he obviously did not key Ellie into. You had an idea about what, which was confirmed when Jesse shook his head and pointed to her jeans.

“You their bitch or somethin, Williams?” Jesse had snickered as you stepped closer— a cheeky grin on your lips when the man met your eyes.

The whole ordeal was a good laugh for all of you, well.. for Jesse and you. Watching as Ellie turned around in a circle like a dumb dog chasing its own tail to see what he meant. “What are you even talking about, dick?” Ellie huffed, only stopping when she saw you. “Babe is there somethin’ on my pants?”

You had bit your lip so hard to stop your laugh that it actually hurt, a red mark left in its wake when the lip fell out of your mouth. Your finger that wasn't busy holding supplies poked her ass where the small letter of your name was, still intact after Ellie’s day. “Put my initial on your pocket, guess everyone but you noticed,” you admitted.

It went just like you thought, your too easy to embarrass girlfriend flushing like she just pressed her face into one of the icy snow piles next to your feet, freckles even more pronounced as her nose crinkled.

But what you didn’t expect was the smile that tugged at her lips, embarrassed and enamored all at the same time. “Oh- oh, cute,” was what Ellie said before telling you to get back to your work, obviously too embarrassed to get into it in front of the mutual friend.

When she walked away, Jesse shoved her shoulder and repeated profanities about you owning her. Ellie just hiked up the jacket she wore slightly, showing off the pretty red thread. The sight made something soft inside your chest grow, butterflies trapped inside your tummy and spouting out your mouth with an airy giggle. You had walked back to the kitchen a little more skippy that day— many residents asking what had you all perky.

After that it became a little routine. Ellie asked a favor of you to fix some of her clothes or wash them.. another pair of jeans ended up with your neatly stitched letter on the pocket. On a rare occasion you had even left a pretty pink version of your initial on the sleeve of one of her flannels. That one was also done drunk, just on something a little stronger than the pink colored wine.

When you saw the pink poking out from the blue fabric bunched around her elbow the next morning.. she had missed her shift by about an hour due to your shower of kisses and hugs, giggling against her ear as you proclaimed she, “had your heart on her sleeve.”

It made your heart swell in your chest that she wore them so proudly. The ice in Jackson melted away a little more each time she wore you around town with her, and you liked to think it was all from your own duing, the warmth in your chest heating the place you called home too.

Ellie cherished the small momento, even if it was a bit embarrassing everytime Dina heckled her for it, or Joel whistled in that old man way she hated when he heard Jesse make a remark about it. She likes the way everyone knew what the different color letters on her pockets meant. Likes when she takes them off at night and can run her finger over the bumps of the string while her legs sit on the bed, your body pressed behind her.

“Sorry I did it again, it’s just too cute els,” you always mumbled, causing her to shrug and press a kiss to your cheek, promising she didn’t mind.

You couldn’t help but watch Ellie from behind to catch a glimpse of the stitch during the days she dawned one of the branded jeans. Your heart skipped a beat whenever her fucked up converse pressed her onto her tippy toes to grab something from a shelf or push up through a window when a door was locked, letting her shirt ride up enough to see your handiwork.

Maybe it was embarrassing to admit the way your stomach turned over and over in a small uncomfortable rhythm when Ellie was focused on taking down a clicker that jumped at her, scrambling back to stand after wiping a bloodied hand across her shirt. She looked at you, equating the glazed over look to the dead infected at her feet, and not the way the red thread had been perfectly on display when Ellie was leaned over.

When she was crouched down to look at a map or something— stretching the fabric of her jeans against her body, your eyes always fell to that one little spot, pressing a cold hand to your cheek to cease the ache there.

When she lounged against the bar in town, it wasn’t only your eyes that fell to the small stitch. It always made your skin prick with confidence.

Ellie would often come home at night all dirty and sore, kicking her shoes off and swearing about a horde of runners or group of violent passer throughs. Her auburn hair was always messy and whipping around her angry face as she hastily pushed it away. You always helped her out of her clothes, admiring how the patch was always still there as you shoved it into the hamper of clothes you needed to clean. No matter what shit the clothes had been through, your little letter was always still there, pristine and glowing.

Maybe there was some metaphor in there, one that would make Ellie scoff and roll her eyes if you ever said, turning her head to hide the smile it would bring to her face. Somewhere in a deep, cheesier pocket of your brain it whispered something about the threads being a testament to the two of you. Never worn down by any storm, any fight. The one thing in a sea of ripped and ruined fabric still standing.

You had scribbled something along those lines down in a little notebook tucked away in your closet, a memory for only your heart when you were missing Ellie extra bad during a long trip. One look at the words, one memory about how you were walking with her even miles away, even when you were sitting on the bed you shared with Ellie and she was somewhere completely else, pressing her way through groups of infected. You were still with her.

Ellie never stopped wearing those pants, and you never stopped finding new places to hide the sign of your commitment to each other with a small threading needle and a string.

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

Cloudy Christmastime

damian wayne x reader x jonathan kent

(A/N): Before anyone protests, I headcanon the Wayne family as celebrating both Jewish holidays like Yom Kippur and Hanukkah as well as Christmas and Easter because yes, Bruce is ethnically Jewish (though may have done Christmas as well) but Dick/Jason/Tim/Steph would have likely celebrated Christmas. So they do both.

Anyway, this is a christmas gift for @glorified-red and literally the 5th take on this fic bc they first said Hallmark movie, then damijon hallmark movie, then whump. And then it took me three tries to get something I was close to happy with so I hope you enjoy. This ended up being a mix of domestic fluff and h/c.

warnings: sensory overload

wc: ~2600

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“Tell me again why Santa doesn’t bring us gifts if he’s real. Like our dads have met him. And he still doesn’t bring us presents,” Jon lamented from the couch, bundled up in four blankets. 

From your spot on the floor by the tree, you looked up, an eyebrow raised in amusement. “Because we’re not kids anymore? And how do you know Santa ever brought us gifts?” 

“Perhaps,” Damian added, passing Jon a cup of hot chocolate. He placed a second cup on the coffee table and lifted one to his lips. “He only brought gifts to people to make a point. I never received any from him as a child but father has gotten many over the years.” 

Jon listed to the side, head landing on Damian’s shoulder. “I think that’s worse.”

For the first time in a while, Jon felt Damian’s huff of laughter more than he heard it. Your small chuckle was similarly inaudible. Jon hated solar flaring. Not only was it a pain to deal with for the day and change—one could argue he got either lucky or really unlucky by solar flaring the morning of Christmas Eve—but it always threw his senses out of whack as they trickled back in. And, with the gray skies of Gotham’s winter, Jon was expecting it to be even weirder than usual. It was worth it though, to him, in order to spend the day itself with his partners. It was enough that the Kent family Christmas Eve was ruined by Lex Luthor. He wasn’t going to let his Christmas day be ruined too. 

“I’m sorry, mi sol,” you offered with a shrug and a smile. Jon met your grin with his own. A full-body shiver wracked his frame. Your gaze turned concerned. “You okay?” 

“Yeah,” Jon agreed, “Just chilly.” Damian’s arm wrapped further around Jon, pulling their sides flush against each other. Jon maneuvered the blankets away to soak in his warmth. 

“Ameli, we can turn the heat up,” Damian offered. 

“Nope,” Jon argued, nuzzling into Damian’s neck. “This is good.” Damian’s resulting huff of air teased at the hair on the top of Jon’s head. 

“Mi luna?” You asked from the floor. Damian turned to look at you. Jon followed, eyes traveling over the mound of presents arranged under the tree. There was a pile around the back of the tree against the wall for Damian’s family (Jon still needed to give Dick his gift from the Hanukkah celebration a couple weeks ago. The blue dreidel paper was obvious against the sea of brown, red, and green wrapping paper.), and a smaller one for yours. The empty gap left behind after the Kent Christmas was already filled in with a large box Jon was like ninety percent sure was a new easel for Damian. You ordered it, not him, but Jon couldn’t think of anything else on any of your lists that was even close to that size. “Can you hand me that please?” You gestured to a precarious stack on the coffee table. 

Damian acquiesced, passing over a teetering pile of vaguely book-shaped items. Who those were for was anyone’s guess. Jon was grateful Alfred had helped you and him pay for some of the gifts for Damian. Looking at the gift tags, it otherwise would have been horribly uneven. And Damian himself wouldn’t have minded, Jon knew, but you and him would have been upset about it anyway. He deserves the world, your rohi. Damian pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of you, still arranging presents under the tree. He showed it quickly to Jon before texting it to him immediately. 

“This look okay?” You asked, peeking out from behind the tree. Jon looked it over. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for exactly, but he also wasn’t exactly the reigning opinion on artistic presentation. 

“It looks fine, hayati” Damian said, eyes still trained on his phone. You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“You didn't even look.” 

Damian turned to look at you. “Because I knew it looked fine, beloved.” His eyes scanned the presents. “And it does.” 

You shook your head at him, exasperated, before conceding and sitting heavily on the couch. Scooching in, you nearly pressed up against Jon’s other side. 

“Come closer,” He whined, untangling a hand from the blankets to grab yours. “You’re warm.” 

Jon could feel the look exchanged over his head. 

“I’m not that warm,” you argued even as you grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table and arranged the blankets so that you could fit underneath. “You’re just cold.” 

Jon shrugged. The hand that wasn’t holding yours reached underneath Damian’s shirt and he swore, grabbing Jon’s wrist to keep its chill away. Another look passed over Jon’s head. He wondered sometimes if the two of you were aware he knew what you were doing and just didn’t care. Probably. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, amorcito?” You asked. Jon shrugged. 

“It’s cold outside and I’m human but otherwise yeah. I have you two,” he added smugly. Damian’s playful shoulder hit came at the same time as your muttered “sap.” Jon grinned. “So because I’m sick—sort of—I get to pick the movie. And we’re watching Santa Claus is Coming to Town.” Despite the protests on both sides, the movie was playing before Damian could even get up to turn the lights off. To the side of the couch, the lights on the Christmas tree bathed the room in a soft white glow. 

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Jon awoke to a cold bed. On a good day, he’d wake with the sun—or whenever it wormed its way through the bedroom’s black out curtains—or to an international emergency. Okay, not that the emergency was good, just that he was feeling good enough to know it was happening. On a bad day, all bets were off. Jon stuck his hand out of the covers, searching blindly for his phone. After a moment of finding nothing but the wood of the end table, the scratchiness of the sheets was unignorable and he gave up, flinging back the covers to get out of bed. Hanging over the side of the dresser was a dark red sweatshirt. Jon grabbed it and tugged it on, rubbing his arms to get the lingering echo of the sheets off his skin. His off kilter super hearing zeroed in on the crooning of Michael Bublé before zooming back out into the general background noise coming from the kitchen. Jon winced, squaring his shoulders. That was a bad sign. But it was Christmas; he’d be fine. 

A quick squint at his phone told Jon that it was just after noon. No wonder the bed was cold. Jon shivered, then grabbed a pair of your fuzzy socks before opening the bedroom door. 

The smell of cinnamon and chocolate coming from the kitchen was pleasant rather than unbearable. Jon let himself breathe it in as he approached quietly. He didn’t even notice you behind him—though that was often true of an average day—before there were arms around his waist and a head on his shoulder. He let himself lean back into the warmth of you. 

“Merry Christmas, mi amor. How are you feeling?” you inquired. Hot breath ghosted across his neck. Jon shrugged. 

“Fine. Excited for today.” He spun around to face you, eyes taking in your christmas pj pants and sweater with a Robin logo. Over your shoulder, Jon could see flashes of blue, likely Damian’s nightwing sweatshirt. “Merry Christmas,” he added, tucking his nose into the spot just underneath your ear for just a moment. No matter what his super senses were like, he took comfort in the smell of the two of you. A hand weaved through his hair, a kiss pressed to the top of his head. Jon pulled back just enough to give you a peck on the lips before being spun around into a kiss from Damian. 

“Merry Christmas, my heart,” Jon muttered, pressing a second lingering kiss to Damian’s jawline. A steady heartbeat pulsed under his fingers, wrapped around Damian’s wrist. 

“Good morning,” Damian said, wrapping an arm around Jon to keep him close. Jon blindly reached out and a second calloused hand found his. A second warm body curled around him. He missed your heartbeats’ song in his ears, but Damian’s pounding steadily under his ear and yours fluttering underneath his fingertips was good enough for right then. “Are you alright?” Damian continued. “It’s late.” His voice was echoey underneath Jon’s ear and Jon flinched instinctively. The two of you reacted immediately, pulling back. 

“Jon?” you asked, voice laced with concern. 

“Yeah,” he managed. “I’m mostly good. About as expected, you know?” Jon offered up a smile. By the looks on your faces, it didn’t do as much reassurance as he’d hoped. “I’m sorry I slept so late.” 

“Don’t apologize,” Damian argued. “There is no reason to.” 

“Yeah, I guess,” Jon sighed. 

“How are you feeling about breakfast, mi sol?” You asked, tangling your fingers with his. 

“Sounds good,” Jon agreed. 

~

“Oh yeah I should definitely send Dick a text to thank him. And also say Merry Christmas,” Jon said, flopping down on the couch after breakfast. With his partners looking happy, Christmas music in the background, and a breakfast of vegan pancakes in his stomach, Jon could almost forget about the buzzing under his skin. 

“Tt,” Damian scoffed. “He would have swapped with me anyway. Gordon and Father are both working tonight so it was pointless for him to have the evening off.”

Jon shrugged. “Still, doesn’t hurt to say thanks.” 

“Say hi from me too,” you yelled over the running kitchen sink. After a moment more, the water shut off and Jon released a silent sigh at the absence of an irritating bit of noise. He was lucky the x-ray vision hadn’t started acting up. Not only was that like the antithesis of Christmas presents (his mom kept presents out of the house or in a lead box until morning for that very reason), but it was also a huge pain and the hardest to hide. Screwy touch and hearing was more than enough. Dishware clanked around in the kitchen as Damian sat beside Jon on the couch. 

“No change?” He asked, reaching for a Nightwing mug of cider on the coffee table. 

Jon shrugged. “Nope, nothing yet.” Damian narrowed his eyes and Jon attempted to start coming up with excuses. At the very least, he could probably get Damian to leave it alone until after gifts. Less so if you noticed too and started teaming up on him. 

“Ready for presents?” You asked, sitting down on the other side of Damian. You raised the untouched Superman mug to your lips, eyes scanning over Jon. 

“Yes!” Jon butt in before you could say anything. “Let’s do it.” 

You and Damian exchanged a look. On the floor below, the elevator dinged, releasing a family with a horde of kids. “Okay,” you conceded, standing to grab the first load of presents.

In the apartment directly underneath, the front door squealed open. A load of presents was slammed down on the floor beside him. Three kids squealed “gramma!” in unison. Jon’s hoodie was all of the sudden suffocating him. 

Jon jumped up and yanked the sweatshirt over his head, pawing the sleeves off before yanking his socks off too. He didn’t care where they ended up. His hands went up to press against his ears. Stumbling over his own feet, Jon meandered backwards until his back slammed into a wall and then slid down, knees up and head with ears still covered in between them. Sounds zoomed in and out. All of the sudden, he could hear Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer playing eight floors down, then A Christmas Carol on someone’s TV across the street. Focus! Jon yelled at himself through all the noise. One steady beat came into focus, then another. 

Until there was a soft item brushing his feet, Jon didn’t realize he had company. A steady beat pulsed in his ears, too loud even for its familiarity. He pulled the blanket close. Something plastic nudged his shoulder and Jon grabbed it instinctively, slamming special-made headphones over his ears. The sounds faded down into something manageable. Jon took a deep breath. And then another. He didn’t need to hear to know that the two of you were there. When he reached out tentatively with his sense of smell, the usual wave of cinnamon-vanilla-brown sugar-clove and somethings just the two of you tempered by pine and peppermint was comforting rather than overwhelming. Jon let it wash over him, clutching the soft weighted blanket to his chest. 

When he cracked his eyes open, two blurs blinked into focus as his partners, leaning against the back of the couch and hands linked. Damian’s head rested on your shoulder, one of your hands tangled in his hair. Jon noticed as soon as Damian saw he was up. He almost slammed his head into your chin as he shot up and Jon huffed a laugh.  

“Ameli?” Damian asked. Your eyes locked onto Jon’s. 

“You guys shouldn’t sit on the floor,” Jon responded. “It’s bad for your backs.”

You offered Jon a hand, ignoring his remark completely. Jon’s chest ached. If you weren’t willing to banter, he’d scared you. “How are you feeling?”   

Jon took the hand and stood, adjusting the headphones so they stayed on his head. He tossed the blanket over his shoulder and reached his other hand out towards Damian before tugging the both of you up and towards the couch. 

“I’m okay,” Jon reassured you, sitting down on the couch. “I promise.” When neither of you moved, he tugged you both down on top of him, interrupting the bat-assessment written all over Damian’s face.  

“Promise like this morning?” Damian argued. Jon winced. 

“Okay, yeah maybe I shouldn’t have—”

“Been a self-sacrificial dumbass as if we don’t a) know you and b) want you to talk to us?” You cut in. Jon could read the hurt underneath the anger clear as day. His fingers brushed over two sets of knuckles, one scarred from years of fighting without protective gear, the other dry from the winter air. 

“I know. I just wanted today to be a good day, you know? We never get uninterrupted holidays.” Jon resisted the urge to pull his hands away from yours and curl into himself. The two burning gazes on him were ones of love and concern, though, not judgment. 

“And for some reason you think accommodating you makes the day worse, why?” Damian asked. Jon didn’t have an answer. 

“We love you, Jon. Eres nuestro pareja. We picked ‘partners’ for a reason, yeah?”  You squeezed his hand in yours. 

“Yeah,” he agreed, head dropping to your shoulder. Silence was heavy in the room for a moment. 

“You choose what we do next,” Damian stated, tugging the blacket from its bundled blob to instead cover you and Jon. 

Jon moved from your shoulder to halfway on top of Damian, tugging you on top of him. “You guys are going to squish me in between you while we watch a movie and then we can do presents?” 

You shot him a wicked smile. Jon shrieked as Damian pulled him bodily half on top of him along the couch, cut off when you landed nearly on top of Jon. 

“Good?” You asked. Jon let himself sink into Damian, arms coming up to wrap around your waist. 

“Yeah,” he said. “Good.”

Damian grabbed the remote. “We’re not watching Elf.”

Jon stuck his tongue out at him.  

[bloodstainedsaint]

of sweet teeth and indulgence (dick winters x reader)

summary: just home from the war, you and dick go on an ice cream date :)

word count: 1200+

warnings: domestic & post-war dick, who's also still shy despite an established relationship); fluff, fluff, and more fluff (+ mentions of war i guess but that's like in every fic); and mentions of nix bc he should be a warning in all winters fics lol

notes: inspired by this and this, happy christmas to anyone who celebrates 🎄 this is my present to you !!

“(Y/N), are you ready yet?” Dick called from downstairs. You were taking some time to doll yourself up, putting your hair in a trendy style, wearing makeup and accessories, donning a nice dress and heels — things that you haven't done for three years on account of your service in the war. While you wanted to dress up for Dick, this was also for you. You took a final look in the mirror and found someone you hadn't seen in years looking back.

“Coming, Dick!” you responded, almost losing your footing coming down the stairs due to your excitement (and the unfamiliarity of heels compared to the sturdy boots you'd become accustomed to).

Dick watched with wonder in his eyes and a smile upturning his lips; he thought you looked like an angel coming down from heaven.

Mistaking his expression as teasing at your expense, you lightly smacked his chest with your purse, a grin of your own gracing your face. “You could've helped me with my hair, you know.”

“No, you…” he started, his face turning the color of his hair as he cast his gaze off to the side, “...just look stunning.”

Heat rising to your cheeks, you decided it was your turn to soak in the other's appearance. It was much different than the fatigues and officer uniforms that you’d been admiring him in ever since you met him at Camp Toccoa, but you'd be lying if you said seeing him in a suit and tie didn't similarly drive you crazy.

You tenderly took his face in your hands and guided his eyes back to you, whispering, “You look handsome as well, Dick.” You brought him closer to give him a short, sweet kiss that made his heart stop beating in his chest.

He pulled away and gave you a quick peck on your forehead before offering you his arm. You gladly accepted it, and the two of you walked together to his car. His hand gently rested on your thigh as he drove, the radio playing swing music.

“Where are we going?” you asked as you took your eyes away from the window where you’d been watching trees pass by, their leaves falling to the ground in vibrant displays of red, orange, and yellow.

“Ice cream,” he said simply, a playful smile on his face and a quick glance to you.

You rolled your eyes with an incredulous look. “Yes, I know we’re getting ice cream. I was asking where.”

“Well, Nix recommended this one place. We’re going to see if Raritan’s ice cream is up to snuff.”

It really astounded you how much of a sweet tooth the man next to you had; even in autumn when the weather was chillier he couldn't turn ice cream down. You bet he could go for ice cream during a winter as harsh as Bastogne’s was, where his nose and ears had flushed cherry red and his face had become pale.

You smirked. “Of course. Because why would Nix ever lie to you?”

“Because he knows not to mess with me about ice cream.”

-

Dick helped you out of the car when you arrived and took your hand as the two of you walked inside. The interior popped out at you: checkered floor and a counter with a row of colorful stools across from the ice cream holders and soda fountains. Dick had said that the ice cream parlors (if one could call them that) were much more modest in the camps and forts he’d trained in prior to Georgia; in Europe, ice cream was hard to find at all — which was why his face lit up with joy at the selection of frozen treats.

Watching your lover, a usually private man, positively beam and hold your hand tighter in his as he led the two of you to the counter brought a smile to your face. He ordered one of his favorites: not plain vanilla, as one might think of someone like him, but cookies and cream, while you decided to go for a pumpkin pie flavor to match the autumn mood. Dick, being Dick, paid for both of them and took you outside to walk along a path shaded by grand trees on either side.

As you walked by his side, hand in hand, your conversations went wherever your mind took you. There was much to talk about now that the war was over and not occupying all of your time.

“How’s Lewis?” you said, having gotten to the ice cream cone.

“Doing better,” Dick said with a sigh, “though sometimes he still comes drunk or hungover to work. One time he showed up and asked if we were married yet.”

You raised your eyebrow. “Are you sure he wasn't sober? That seems like something he’d say sober.”

“Drunk as a skunk. But the promise I made then hasn't changed; we’re going to find a small, quiet corner of the world together and get married there.”

Imagining a ring adorning both his and your ring fingers someday, you squeezed his hand. “You’re a man of your word, Dick; I don't doubt you for a second.” You blissfully sighed and gazed at the sky, reminiscing about all of the stolen kisses and fleeting moments the two of you shared during the war. “We did so much sneaking around back then, but the whole of E Company knew anyway. D’ya think it was me helping with you shave during the Bulge that gave it away?”

He chuckled, a sound that only you and a few others had the pleasure of hearing often. “Nix will always remind us that he knew first and that he was the one who got us together. The sneaking around was just for us to look good around Sobel and everyone outside of Easy.”

“Couldn't have him knowing that his XO was running around with a subordinate,” you said, bumping his shoulder. “If only he could see us now, going on an ice cream date and planning to get married. Might shock him more than your request to be court-martialed.”

Finished with his ice cream, he sighed and said, “I've missed this.”

You turned to him with a simper. “What, ice cream?”

He smiled as he shook his head. “No, walking with you like we did whenever we got the chance to get away.”

“We have all the time in the world now for that and anything you want to do.” You slowed your walk to a stop and fully faced him. “This is our reward.”

Your eyes caught something on his lip, so you leaned in to kiss him, which he gladly indulged you in. Barely pulling away, your lips ghosting his, you said, “You had some ice cream on your lip, Major.”

“You know, ice cream’s not the only thing I’ve missed.” He brought his hand to the back of your head and kissed you unabashedly, realizing and taking advantage of the fact that finally no one was watching. Giggling into the kiss, you tasted not only the sugar of the ice cream but also the bittersweetness from years of yearning for one another. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer, deepening the kiss, and all of the time lost during the war was made up in that one moment.

-

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[callme-dickmaster]

Sweetheart - (eddie munson x reader)

Ch. Eighteen - Domesticity

summary: winter break with eddie combined with forgiveness and yet another ride home

cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, afab!reader, language, fluff, like tooth rotting fluff, mentions of sex, implied smut, a couple uses of y/n, steve apologist energy, chrissy cunningham’s mother, hinting to fat shaming, JERRY, -i think that’s all-

author’s note: everyday i get closer to posting bits and pieces of the identical steve story :) love you <3

<<Part 17 --- Part 19>>

Waking up to a quiet and empty house was something you weren’t used to. You were accustomed to blasting music and Billy’s obnoxious grunting. You smiled and turned around to snuggle into Eddie. He groaned in his sleep and unconsciously pulled you into his chest, burying his face in your hair. You grinned, squeezing his waist and tangling your legs together. You flinched and brought your foot back down to the edge of the bed when your knee accidentally brushed his bare dick.

“Mm, put it back,” Eddie grumbled, smiling softly to himself. You snickered and looked up at him, running a finger down the bridge of his nose. Eddie finally opened his eyes and grinned widely when he saw you. You brushed your fingertips all over his face, cupping his cheeks and stroking his cheekbones as you stared at him.

“What?” Eddie whispered, a confused smile on his face.

You shook your head, “I just think you’re beautiful, Eds,” you said.

Eddie’s eyes widened and he turned his head to the side to avoid looking at you and hide his scarlet red face. That was supposed to be his line! You weren’t supposed to compliment him like that!

You whined, trying to make him look at you again. “I just told you I like your face, don’t hide it from me!” You giggled. Eddie smiled and rolled onto his stomach, burying his face into his arms. You huffed and turned your back to him, holding back a smile. Eddie peeked at you from under his elbow, saw your back and pouted. You were guilt tripping him…

And damn it, it was working…

Eddie bit his lip and threw his arm over your waist and shoved his face in your shoulder. You smiled, lightly dragging your nails up and down his arm. Eddie shivered but buried his face further into your hair. “You hungry yet?” You asked.

Eddie nodded, “I don’t wanna get up though,” he whined. You giggled, turning so you could see his face. Eddie smiled, kissing your forehead. You kissed along his jaw, being especially gentle on the love bites you left on him.

Eddie hummed, “Unless you wanna go again, I’d stop,” he breathed, “Okay, horny boy, breakfast sounds amazing right now,” you said, kissing his cheek.

He pouted, leaning on his elbows to watch you get dressed. You tied your hair up and tossed Eddie’s boxers to him to avoid swinging dick all over the house. He caught them and slid them on before he trailed over to stand behind you where you sat at the vanity. He hugged you around the shoulders, kissing your head with a smile. Eddie let you go and pulled on some pants, watching you put on ChapStick. He sighed in frustration, digging through his stuff for his pack of cigarettes. He ended up just bumming one off you on the premise you would both share it.

“I never did get to look at your room. We were a little… preoccupied,” Eddie said, wiggling his eyebrows.

You snorted, “Well, don’t be shy! Look around if you want. You can do whatever you want in here. You’re my boyfriend, so… Mine is yours and whatnot,” you shrugged.

You snickered as you watched him wander around your room that Billy fought you for. Your room was the only room in the upstairs area of the house, so you basically had the entire attic for yourself. Thankfully, your mom put her foot down about the sleeping arrangements and set the rule that the oldest kid gets the biggest room until they move out.

Eddie looked around your room with a smile. Posters and tapestries littered the walls, one wall basically wallpapered with posters, pictures, and cutouts of metal bands mixed with some other musicians you liked. “I see you’re a Nikki Sixx fan,” Eddie smirked, pointing to one of the many cutouts of the bassist. You smiled, “Yeah, he’s my favorite from the band. I dunno, I guess he’s hot,” you shrugged. Eddie snickered and kept looking around.

The room was so… you.

Eddie smiled widely at the shiny dark green drum set that was set up in the corner of the room in front of a guitar and bass hung up on the wall. “You play?” He asked. Your eyes widened and you pretended to busy yourself with organizing. “Uhh… kinda? I’m not very good. I just mess around here and there,” you said. Eddie smirked and eyed the guitars you basically put on display.

“Oh! Do you wanna meet Jerry?” You asked suddenly. Eddie chuckled, “Who?” You waved him over and carefully took the lid off the tank you had been standing at. Eddie furrowed his eyebrows at the log and water bowl in the tank. Eddie’s eyes widened when you grabbed the log and flipped it over to reveal a pied ball python at least two feet long and fat.

“Isn’t he pretty? He just finished shedding so he’s gonna eat later. Big mouse for you, sir,” you cooed before reaching into the log to pry the reptile out.

Eddie winced, afraid if you disturbed him too much, he would strike at you. You laughed, allowing Jerry to wrap himself around your wrist. The snake squeezed you gently and leaned up close to your face, his little tongue poking out to touch your nose.

“Relax, Eds. He’s the sweetest snake I’ve ever met. I’ve had him since he was a baby. He loves to cuddle,” you said, running your finger along the snake’s back. He really was a pretty snake.

Eddie tentatively reached a finger out to pet Jerry, almost flinching when the snake reacted by slithering further up your arm. “You wanna hold him?” You asked, offering the snake to him. Eddie stuttered out an “okay..” carefully taking Jerry and handling him like glass. “He won’t break, babe. You can play with him,” you laughed, walking away to turn on the closet light.

Eddie laughed, holding Jerry up to look into his beady little eyes. He was truly the cutest little snake he’d ever seen. “Hi Jerry!” Eddie said softly.

You smiled to yourself, making up your bed since you were actually trying to keep your room clean this time. “Alright! We have the whole house to ourselves so, what do you wanna do?” You asked.

Eddie shrugged, setting Jerry back in the tank. Jerry slithered into the red light of the heat lamp, curling up in a little ball to have a nap.

“Speaking of that… I was wondering…” Eddie started, “How come I’m only able to come over here when no one else is home?” He asked. You frowned. Were you about to have a fight? God, you hope not. “Well, I never said you weren’t able to come over. I just didn’t think you should because my family was going to be here,” you shrugged, “Well, do you not want me to meet them or something?” Eddie replied.

You shook your head while Eddie slowly prepared his sneaky defensive stance. He trusted you, but the nagging voice in his brain told him that even you didn’t want to show him off and you’re just like everyone else.

“No, I just didn’t think you would want to come over. My family is… overwhelming, and I didn’t want you to feel like you couldn’t act like yourself at my house because they would look at you funny like they look at me,” you sighed with a sad shrug.

Eddie dropped his arms and looked at you. Everyone else he’d ever been with (which wasn’t a lot) always hid him like they were embarrassed of him. He figured you were doing the same.

Now he felt bad…

“I want you to feel as at home here as you do at the trailer. And my family would mess that up… I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, you know?” You smiled innocently.

Eddie finally crossed the small space between you, got down on his knees, and hugged you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling softly as you nudged your face in his curls. “You’re amazing,” Eddie said with the most lovesick smile on his face.

You snorted, “Why?”

“Because! You’re sitting there looking out for me and here I thought you were embarrassed of me,” Eddie shrugged, pouting a little. You awed at him and cupped his cheeks, kissing his nose. “I would never be embarrassed of you, darling. I’m sorry you felt like that,” you said, smiling gently at him.

Eddie grinned and stood up before he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. You shrieked, kicking your feet as he carried you down into the kitchen. Eddie finally sat you on the counter, shielding your head form hitting the cabinet and laughing when you hit his shoulder with fake anger. He kissed the pout away from your lips and put four waffles into the toaster. You fumbled with Eddie’s fingers, wishing he would sleep with his rings on so you could twist them around.

“Oh! Baby, I almost forgot to tell you. So, Steve is throwing a Christmas party at his house, and he invited me to come. He said I could bring you if I wanted to… and I wanna, so do you want to come with me?” You asked, kicking your feet. Eddie hummed, spreading peanut butter on your waffles. He was very, very weary of Steve. He’s heard all about how nice he is and how he’s supposedly this super great guy now but he’s suspicious. Steve was one of the first people who started up all the freak stuff about Eddie. So, forgive him for not wanting to hang around one of his childhood bullies.

“Ehh, I don’t know, sweetheart. You have fun, but I don’t know if me and Harrington will get along,” Eddie said.

You tilted your head with a frown, quietly thanking him when he gave you the plate with your waffles. “Why not?” You asked. Eddie shrugged, “Well, I mean, Harrington kinda started the whole “freak” thing,” he said, “And, like, it’s whatever now, and I’ve embraced it and I think it’s pretty funny… but I don’t know if I wanna hang out with the guy, y’know?” Eddie chuckled, cutting into his breakfast.

Your eyes widened and your jaw clenched so tight Eddie thought you cracked a tooth. You shook your head with a sigh, “H-he did all that?” You mumbled, “I thought he was cool… He’s supposed to be my best friend,” you said sadly.

Eddie leaned against the counter, starting to feel like a shitty guy. He didn’t want to make you feel like you couldn’t be friends with Steve because Eddie couldn’t let something go. “Well…” Eddie relented, “He’s obviously changed a lot if you’re close with him. He hasn’t said any of that stuff for a long time, but I thought he was just bored with me. Look, I’ll go to his party. If he’s as nice as you say he’s been then I’ll give him a shot. Don’t go cutting him off or anything because he was immature in middle school, okay?” Eddie asked, tucking some hair behind your ear.

You nodded quietly, still trying to come to terms with the fact your best friend used to be a bully. Even better a bully to your boyfriend! Amazing! Loving life right now!

“Hey… where’d you go, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. You shook your head, smiling up at him. Eddie grinned widely, wrapping his arms around your waist. “There’s my pretty girl!” He said, kissing the corner of your mouth.

You giggled quietly, which gave Eddie a nasty idea. He used his arms around you to his advantage and started poking at your sides with an evil grin on his face. You squeaked and laughed, begging him to stop tickling you as you sunk to the floor with him on top of you. Eddie sat up, pat his elbow, and pretended to body slam you like he saw wrestlers do.

You laughed, flipping over so you were on top and pinned his arms down. You were still giggling and trying to catch your breath. “I… can’t stand you…” you panted. Eddie smiled, leaning up like he was going to kiss you and licked a stripe up the side of your face. You stopped and gaped at him, looking offended as you wiped his spit off your cheek. Eddie laughed, his head bonking the floor as you giggled together.

You leaned down to give him an actual kiss. Eddie hummed, wiggling his wrists to try and touch you but you were holding him pretty good. “Mm- baby, you know what sounds fun?” Eddie asked.

You hummed, kissing his neck, “We should go to the record shop. There’s this new band that just came out with an album and it’s apparently so super good. So, now I have to go buy it. You wanna go?” Eddie asked. You pretended to think about it before nodding and jumping off him to help him up. “I wanted to look for some more Ozzy anyways. Max broke my Bark at the Moon,” you rolled your eyes with a smile.

Eddie pouted at you and followed you up to your room to change and get ready to go. Eddie smiled softly to himself as he watched you meticulously apply your makeup that gave him scary dog privileges.

“Can I have some eyeliner?” Eddie asked, batting his eyelashes. You snickered and nodded, grabbing a pencil liner instead of a liquid so he didn’t smear it everywhere. You smudged it on his waterline and had to hold his eye open because Eddie was far too twitchy to sit still with a pencil on his eyeball. “Sick!” He drew out, kissing your cheek and pulling you to stand. He twirled you under his arm, securing the cliché boyfriend move and locked the front door behind him.

The days that led up to Steve’s party were full of you and Eddie taking full advantage of having the Mayfield/Hargrove house to yourselves. Which included but was was not limited to screaming the lyrics to whatever song was crackling through the speakers in your room, you teaching Eddie how to make actual food instead of waffles and microwave dinners, having sex all over the house (including Billy’s room out of spite), and you started looking for a job.

You were starting to run low on the money you had left over from California, and you couldn’t just dip into your savings for stuff you didn’t need like records. Eddie insisted that he could just cover you with his dealing money, but you hated when people spent money on you and you didn’t want to be a leech, so that was a fat no.

You didn’t have to worry about that right now, you were currently worrying about the lasers Eddie was shooting into the back of Steve’s head while the boy mingled around his party.

“Eddie!” You hissed, smacking his chest. Eddie jumped and looked down at you, a soft look in his eye at meeting yours. “Stop glaring. You look constipated,” you whispered, quirking your eyebrows to settle your point. Eddie laughed, tossing his head back and Steve finally got a minute to approach you two.

You told Eddie in the car to let you do the talking because Eddie wouldn’t be able to not insult him. You wouldn’t force him to accept Steve’s apology, but you didn’t want there to be tension.

“Hey! You made it! I’m so glad you’re here, I would’ve been bored out of my fucking mind without you here,” Steve said, hugging you. You smiled a tight-lipped smile and pat his back.

“Hello, Steven,” you sneered, almost sounding like a joke.

“Oh, Steven… what did I do?” Steve asked. You sighed, “Well, Eddie told me something pretty interesting about you!” You said in fake enthusiasm. Eddie snorted, sipping his drink to hide it. “Yeah! He told me all about how you’re the reason Eddie’s known as the town freak and why he can barely set foot in a fucking antique store without the cops being called! What the fuck, Steve?! I thought you were cool, man!” You said, crossing your arms.

Steve winced, running a hand through his hair. He wasn’t Eddie’s biggest fan, but he still felt like shit for bullying and allowing other people to bully him. Steve fumbled for a reason to explain why he did what he did but couldn’t find any reason valid enough for over ten years of bullying.

“Shit… Shag, I-I don’t know what to say. It was fucked up of me and I pulled my head out of my ass too late. He’s never going to forgive me, is he?” Steve asked. You glanced at your boyfriend standing at a random coffee table with bland decorations on it. He smiled and shrugged, showing he got the message that Steve was sorry.

“I don’t know, you gotta talk to him,” you said, rocking on your feet and earning a sigh from Steve.

“H-hey, I’ll try and make it up to him. Apologize, get him a new guitar… anything! I don’t want there to be anything bad between me and him. I feel like shit, you know? Fuck, I’m sorry,” Steve breathed.

You nodded, looking at Eddie who was still distracted with tacky decorations, “I’m not the one you need to apologize to,” you said, nodding towards Eddie. Steve stuttered an ‘okay’ fixed his hair and adjusted his sweater before approaching the metalhead and tapping his shoulder.

Eddie quirked an eyebrow, looking at Steve with wide eyes. “Hi?” Eddie said slowly once he realized Steve wasn’t going to speak first. “Hey, Eddie… Look, I wanted to apologize. I was a dick to you all throughout school and I just wanna say sorry. I totally get it if you don’t care, or even if you wanted to punch me in the face,” he laughed nervously. Eddie smirked, and Steve continued. “I don’t want there to be any, like, tension or bad blood between anybody, so I figured I should say sorry. I pulled my head out of my ass too late to fix it, man. I’m sorry, Ed…” Steve finished.

He looked at his feet and sighed softly when Eddie didn’t respond. Eventually Eddie just shrugged and said, “It’s whatever, man.”

He figured he could end Steve’s suffering.

Steve looked up at him and smiled. “Yeah?” He asked, “Yeah! I mean, I was still a little pissed off at first but she’s more mad than I am about it.” Eddie motioned to you. “Thanks for apologizing though, Harrington, it means a lot. Fact that Y/n’s cool with you is good enough for me to prove you’ve changed,” Eddie said, clapping a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve chuckled and nodded, walking Eddie over to the kitchen to grab another drink. You smiled to yourself, but your grin turned sinister when Jason Carver and Chrissy Cunningham came into your view. They were just trying to make their way through the party, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Chrissy! Yo, Chris!” You called, waving the blonde girl over. Chrissy smiled widely and bopped over to pull you into a tight hug. “Hi! I didn’t know you would be here!” Chrissy exclaimed, taking your hand.

You smiled, setting your cup on the table behind Chrissy and shrugged, “Steve invited me and I’m a slave to the best friend duty of attending his parties,” you said. Chrissy giggled squeezing your hand and happily conversing with you now that you’d befriended each other in the time Chrissy’d been tutoring you. Chrissy was a very sweet girl and you loved her.

One thing you loved about Chrissy is you got a free show of Jason Carver’s fragile masculinity. He hated that you and Chrissy were friendly with each other. Jason was so scared that you were going to turn Chrissy into a lesbian or something.

“Chrissy! C’mon, the guys are all waiting for us,” Jason said, trying very hard not to notice the fact you were holding hands.

“That’s cool, but I’m just gonna hang out with Y/n for a bit. I’ll meet up with you later, okay?” Chrissy replied, kissing Jason’s cheek. Jason sighed, whispering in Chrissy’s ear that he doesn’t trust you.

Chrissy patted his chest, lightly scolding him and saying you were friends and she was gonna hang with her friends. Jason finally gave in and walked off to hang out with his basketball buddies.

Eddie was making his way back over to you not long after, stuttering over his words when he saw you and Chrissy giggling like little girls together.

Fuck.

Middle school crush. High school girlfriend. Together. Laughing and talking.

Fuck.

He didn’t have any feelings for Chrissy anymore and he hasn’t since his sophomore year, but it was still pretty awkward for him to see her around. Especially because she was really nice to him. Then again, she was really nice to everyone.

“Hi, Eddie!” Chrissy said, waving at him.

Eddie smiled and waved, tossing his arm over your shoulder and kissing your head. He grinned into your hair before he pulled back so you could talk without him latched onto your face. You kept his arm around you as you reached up unconsciously to hold his hand while it hung there. Chrissy ended up staying with you all night. She even got to talking with Steve too! But the real kicker was when Jason came to get her and go home and Chrissy said no.

“I think I’ll just catch a ride with them. If that’s okay with you guys?” The cheerleader asked, squeezing your hand. You and Eddie just shrugged and nodded. Jason looked like he wanted to explode. He kept his cool in front of Chrissy and stomped out to his car which made you all start laughing at his tantrum.

Once eleven rolled around, you and Eddie decided to head out since Chrissy was asleep on your shoulder. Eddie carried the cheerleader out to his van and hopped into the driver’s seat while you woke her up to get her address. Eddie let you take the girl inside since he knew her parents probably wouldn’t take too kindly to Eddie Munson carrying their daughter in front of the whole neighborhood.

“Who are you?!” Mrs. Cunningham exclaimed when you walked through the front door with Chrissy leaned up on you. “Uh… hey… I’m Y/n, I’m a friend of Chrissy’s,” you stuttered.

Chrissy whined sleepily, her head dropping on your shoulder. “Is she drunk?! Christine Elizabeth Cunningham are you drunk?! You know how alcohol can affect your weight!” Chrissy’s mom yelled, moving Chrissy’s head up to look at her.

You, quickly getting the idea of why Chrissy wasn’t staying at home, grunted and started pulling her upstairs to her room. “Excuse me! Where are you going?” Chrissy’s mom shrieked, “Taking your daughter upstairs to sleep. She���s not drunk, she’s tired, man,” you said, rolling your eyes and dragging Chrissy up and into her room.

You dropped the girl on her bed in her brightly colored room. You pulled Chrissy’s shoes off, tucking her in with a sigh. “Have good dreams, Chris,” you whispered. Chrissy hummed and smiled in her sleep as she curled up in bed, cuddling a little stuffed animal to her chest. You smiled softly and clicked the light off before shuffling out of the house without Mrs. Cunningham coming out to bother her some more.

“Home?” Eddie asked, resting his hand on your thigh when he started driving. You smiled, grabbing his hand, “Home.”

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[there-must-be-a-lock]

20k+ words:

If It’s A Highway: MCU+DC, Bucky Barnes x Jason Todd. Black humor, trauma recovery, and two emotionally stunted idiots falling in love. ~77k, explicit.

i've got a bulletproof heart, you've got a hollow-point smile: Sequel to the previous. Jason's POV, unpacking his issues with sex, consent, and his body. WIP, explicit.

All The Devils That You Don’t Know: DC+Marvel, Bucky Barnes/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson. Bucky is a sadist. Jason is Working Through Some Shit. Slade is somehow the most emotionally stable member of this threesome; nobody is more surprised by this than Slade. 37k, explicit. Now with sequels.

The “Marshmallow Crime Lords” series: DC+Marvel, Clint/Bucky/Jason. In which they’re gay and doing crime, but also, they’re cinnamon rolls. Mostly Batfam shenanigans, identity porn, and domestic fluff. Collaboration with @noxnthea!

Short fic:

A Brat By Any Other Name: Jason/Slade. PWP, basically: restraints, name-calling, bratty Jason, very reluctant daddy kink. Explicit.

Lost My Fear Of Falling: DC+Marvel, Jason/Dick, Clint/Bucky, past Dick/Clint. Pre-poly and feelings about growing up. Mature. And in the same 'verse, the poly negotiations: If You Fall.

Shoot Off : DC/Marvel, Clint/Roy + “hate” sex and banter. Explicit.

Kick Me Like A Stray: DC/Marvel, Roy Harper/Matt Murdock/Frank Castle/Bucky Barnes/Slade Wilson + werewolves and angst. Mature.

The Riot Squad, They’re Restless: fem!Clint/Bucky, pre-fem!Clint/Bucky/fem!Jason Todd + gender expression and punk rock. Mature. And in the same 'verse, You Belong To Me, I Believe - fem!Jason/Slade somnophilia, explicit.

Working On My Night Moves: Jason/Slade, smutty Supernatural-verse virgin!Jason. Explicit.

Guardian Angel of Gotham: Gen. Crowley and Aziraphale relocate. PG.

Boy Wonder: Gen, Criminal Minds crossover. Dick Grayson joins the BAU. G.

Straight On Til Morning: DC/Marvel, Bucky/Jason/Clint Mad Max fusion. Mature.

Mirror Mirror: DC/Marvel, Dick Grayson/Bucky + a blindfold. Explicit.

Show Me Your Teeth - Jason/Tim + Tim not realizing he was turned into a vampire. Mature.

Come Haunt Me: RedHood!Jason/Titans!Jason + self-cest as therapy. Explicit.

Star Spangled: DC/Marvel, Roy Harper/Steve Rogers + spanking. Mature.

The Neighbors & The Apology: DC/Marvel, Bucky/Clint with Jason watching. Explicit.

The Asylum, and Other Things That Won't Stay Buried: Gen, Tim & Jason-centric Old Kingdom books fusion. PG.

Vanilla: DC/Marvel, Clint/Slade + hair washing. Mature.

Got Lost In The Game: DC/Marvel, Jason/Roy/Clint + flirting, karaoke, and darts. Mature.

Close Your Eyes, Catch The Tide: Jason/Roy + Warped Tour AU. Mature.

Four Super-Soldiers and Tony Stark Walk Into A Bar...: DC/Marvel, Civil War fix-it, aka Deathstroke and Soldier Boy annoy Tony so much he forgets to be pissed at Bucky.

Big Spoon: DC/Marvel, Jason/Roy + helping the Winter Soldier detox. Mature.

Not-So-Little Red (Riding) Hood: DC/Marvel, Jason/Bucky/Clint + stockings, lingerie, and Halloween fluff. Explicit.

[ao3feed-sambucky]

5 times Sam simped for Bucky and 1 time he did something about it

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/RCUfJPK by f3ralfa3 What it says on the tin, basically. Just multiple instances of Bucky being hot and also amazing and Sam drooling over him while Sarah shakes her head fondly in the background. Takes place after the events of TFATWS, includes a lot of domestic fluff and some action because the end is set during a mission so there's a bit of angst with like injuries and violence and stuff like that but nothing major. Anyway enjoy these gay people being fucking idiots Words: 2917, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Sarah Wilson (Marvel), AJ Wilson, Cass Wilson, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Joaquín Torres Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Pining, Eventual Smut, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Captain America Sam Wilson, Bottom Sam Wilson, Top Bucky Barnes, Big Dick Barnes, Sam Wilson Loves Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Loves Sam Wilson, Bisexual Bucky Barnes, Bucky "Throat Goat" Barnes, Sam Wilson gets his needs met, And His Needs Are Being Absolutely Railed by Bucky Barnes, 5+1 Things, basically just Bucky being hot and Sam struggling, Bucky Barnes is a Tease, Flirting, Awesome Sarah Wilson (Marvel) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/RCUfJPK

[onlythebravest]

recently read: january 2023 🪐

I did say I was going to try and make a list of what I’ve read each month. First month done! I decided not to include rereads (which I do a lot), because then the list would never end.

If you decide to check any of these fics out, make sure to show the author some love. Leave kudos, a comment and, if possible, reblog (or retweet) the fic post! and a big thank you to all these amazing authors! thank you for sharing your writing with us!

Little Taste by @wabadabadaba​ (G, 1.2k, domestic fluff, age regression) A morning with little Harry and caregiver Louis.

I loved As It Was and was so happy to see that the strawbaby universe had gotten another fic! I had missed those two.

yeah, he's a looker (but i really think it's guts that matter most) by @thedevilinmybrain (E, 40k, non-au, established, friendships) Five times Oli was asked to do something that was outside of his job description, and the one time he didn't have to be asked.

amazing characterization! Jennifer never fails with writing amazing characters, but this was just something else.

Can I Watch? by @larrysballetslippers (E, 4.9k, poly, established, smut, voyeurism) Harry never thought a horrible encounter would lead to some hot loving from his boyfriends.

Chicago by @hellolovers13 (G, 3.5k, exes to lovers, famous/non-famous) They hadn't seen each other in four years, why was Louis still writing songs about Harry?

London by @hellolovers13 (M, 2k, fluff, established, famous/non-famous) A lazy morning in bed. Finally home.

Bless You! by @neondiamond (G, 2k, kid, established, fluff) Harry and Louis’ young daughter, Ava, really enjoys when Harry says ‘bless you’ after she sneezes.

you can always expect amazing fluff from Jess, so you know you’re gonna leave the fic with a warm feeling in your chest

Tender Hearted by @polaroidlouis (E, 3.3k, established, mpreg, smut, service top L) It hadn’t taken long then for Harry to clue in the fact that Louis was enthralled with his newly bloomed breasts.

Just To See That Smile by @homosociallyyours (NR, 6.7k, uni au, fake relationship, pining) A fic where a hastily faked relationship and a lot of miscommunication almost ruins a perfectly good dance.

One for the Books by @neondiamond (M, 25k, advent fic, strangers, winter, fluff) Or the one where there’s a bookshop, a cat, OT5 friendship, a budding romance, and all the festive vibes.

Hike Up Your Skirt (And Show Your World To Me) by @twopoppies (E, 17k, CEO/employee, dom/sub, smut) Louis has a very hands on approach to training his new secretary. How else can he make sure Harry realizes his full potential?

I really enjoyed reading a character that isn’t really a good character and now I want more of these morally gray characters.

It's Thursday. Let's Get (un)Dressed. by @bananaheathen (E, 9k, genderfluid H, pining) When Louis is peer-pressured into downloading TikTok over the holidays, he fully expects to hate it. And he does hate it. All of it. Well... except for aspiring OOTD influencer, @ harrystyles.

edible stars by @forthetherapyy (E, 10k, uni, friends with benefits, dom/sub) They take a test and the results change things for Harry and Louis.

Fellowship of Eroda by @sadaveniren (E, 5.3k, enemies to lovers, dom/sub) aka Louis may have had a four night stand with Harry and now he's stuck in a DND campaign with him.

Fun Time Candles by @sadaveniren (T, 1k, kid fic) Harry makes candles shaped like dicks. Harry also has a five year old learning to read. These two things should never interact.

The animals play by @sadaveniren (M, 1.2k, kid fic, dom/sub) Harry and Louis play a game of cat and mouse.

I love this parenting while actively in the bdsm community series! all of them are amazing

Counterculture by @sadaveniren (E, 6k, a/b/o, pack dynamics, scenting) It all culminated to this: Harry in the middle of a crowded basement, music blasting from the live show on the far side, shirtless amongst alphas and omegas who all weren’t covering their scents. He took a deep breath of the heavy air and he felt alive.

(yes, I had a little sadaveniren marathon and I’m not sorry)

A Bright and Blazing Flame by @greenfeelings (E, 23k, a/b/o, established, famous/famous, all the good omegaverse stuff) Bonded, engaged, and moved in together — there’s nothing to daunt Louis and Harry’s happiness. Until the past catches up to them and everything comes crashing down when they least expect it.

I have so much good to say about this series and not enough words to express myself. it’s got everything you can want from an a/b/o fic, and more

Late for Flying Practice by @jaerie​ (E, 2.5k, elf/reindeer, smut) Louis is a hybrid reindeer gearing up for his first year as navigator for Santa. Harry is one of Santa's elves in the middle of his 99th season as head cookie designer. They've been having an affair for years. This time it doesn't exactly go well. Or does it?

Secrets, Santa? by @indiaalphawhiskey (E, 19k, boss/employee, christmas themed, awkward H, dirty talk) Right, okay, so Harry had confessed his deepest, darkest, dirtiest secrets to a stranger who turned out to be his boss. No big deal. This was probably just the beginning of Harry’s own hilariously heartwarming, wildly romantic Hallmark Christmas movie, come to life, right?… Right?

this was hilarious and found myself having to stop myself from laughing while reading it

Wanna play you like a game, boy (what's the thrill of the same toy?) by @thebreadvansstuff (E, 10k, boss/employee, dom/sub, humiliation) Louis is Harry's boss, and Harry has a humiliation kink.

He's Got the Money, Baby Honey by @larry-hiatus (E. 10k, dom/sub, financial domination) Finsub Harry forgets his dom’s weekly gift. Louis makes him pay for the mistake with a shopping spree.

I loved reading about this kink and way of domination that was completely new to me

On the naughty list tonight by @lunarheslwt (E, 6k, established, dom/sub, Christmas) Harry has a little bad habit- he peeks at gifts early because he is too impatient to wait to open them. Louis is determined to catch him this time, and show him that actions have consequences.

enough to make a girl blush by @disgruntledkittenface (E, 22k, a/b/o, girl direction, childhood friends, self discovery) When Louis moves from her small hometown to the city, she runs into her childhood friend Niall. Despite her surprise at learning that Niall presented as an alpha, she’s immediately drawn to her. As their relationship progresses and Louis settles into life in the city, she learns that love, sex and identity aren’t always as simple as she’d been taught growing up. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

I loved learning about girl alphas in this! I know I’ve said it every time I talk about this fic, but I can’t help it. it was so fun learning about it

Unholy by @wicked-archer​ (E, 11k, religios kink, priest/demon, smut) When Harry Styles started acting different after his 26th birthday, Father Louis Tomlinson is the only one that may be able to save his soul. He has successfully performed exorcisms before. This should be easy. Until it isn't. Harry is more than he seems. The battle of wills test every bit of faith Louis has. And Harry? Well, he's just getting started.

positive feedback by @sun-lt (T, 4k, a/b/o, established, nesting) Louis pretends he isn’t insecure about his nest, Harry pretends he isn’t inconveniently horny, and they both see right through each other.

you know you’re gonna have a great time when you’ve get a notification about a new Essie fic, and this one was no different!

Control by @zourry-a (E, 1.7k, smut, public sex) "M'gonna finger you," he said softly. "Right here in front of everyone, like you want. Do you want it, Louis?"

I Built This Bed For Two (I Built This Bed For Me and You) by @yafookinlousah (E, 8.9k, exes to lovers, cuddling) Harry and Louis broke up after uni and haven't seen each other since—until they're roped into doing a Buzzfeed video together. Featuring awkward cuddling and a reunion that just needed a kick in the arse, gleefully provided by Niall.

One Touch Is Never Enough by @kingsofeverything​ (E, 3.8k, werewolves, funny) It’s been a rough year for Louis. First, he was turned into a werewolf, which hasn't been so bad, except that he didn't anticipate how it would affect his love life. Maybe it’d be easier to ignore if he wasn’t constantly bombarded by the sound of his two werewolf best friends getting it on in the next room. At least they were nice enough to give him a gift certificate for a massage.

I'm Sure It Happens To All Alphas by @jaerie​ (E, 3.7k, a/b/o, awkward sex) Louis has trouble popping a knot.

I said a little while ago that there aren’t enough fics where the sex isn’t perfect, and then I stumble upon this. I was so happy!

pink like the paradise found by @disgruntledkittenface​ (M, 18k, girl direction, uni, bartender L, coming out) Harry's friends take her out to the local lesbian bar to celebrate after she comes out. They joke about getting her laid, but the way the hot bartender is looking at her makes her think it might actually happen.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

of magical ornaments and benevolent ghosts of christmas future

by CassandrasDreamworld “B? Is that you? What the hell are you wearing? Did you dye your hair?” Bruce blinks, his only show of surprise but he doesn’t let it show in his voice though, when he asks halfway to his Batman growl, “I’m asking again - who are you? What are you doing here?” "Well, shit." The guy says and rattles off some numbers and letters so fast Jason barely gets any of it while Dick squints his eyes as if that would help him hear better. Jason can’t tell if he’s trying to figure out what the hell that means or if he already knows and has a careful non-reaction. Bruce stills and seems to really look at the guy for the first time, his voice weirdly strangled when he says, “You know we have to verify that.” Written for the Batfamily Holiday Bingo, for the square "Time Travel" Words: 5762, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Cas' Batfamily Shenanigans Winter Festivities Bingo 2023/24 Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Humor, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Tim Drake Joins the Batfamily Early, Batfamily (DCU), Domestic Batfamily (DCU), Jason Todd is a Batfamily Member, Fluff and Humor, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Miracles, Cute, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, Comfort No Hurt, Banter via https://ift.tt/QaCJj3l

[mads-weasley]

Winter at the Winters'

Dick Winters x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: This is part of@hbowardaily's 2021 Secret Santa!!! I hope you enjoy it@multifandomlover01! Merry Christmas!!

Summary: Years after returning from the war, (y/n) and Dick Winters spend some time with their small family.

Warnings: mentions of slight angst, EXTREME fluff; like tooth rotting fluffiness, and mentions of sickness

(y/n) - your name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

(y/e/c) - your eye color

(y/h/c) - your hair color

As the snow fell down in Hershey, Pennsylvania, on a cold December morning, Dick and (y/n) were snuggled up beneath the covers, but he was the only one sleeping. Winter was both their favorite time of the year, but it did bring some unwanted memories of Bastogne, especially when temperatures dropped drastically or it snowed. Around this time, the couple had some trouble sleeping. Whether it was a nightmare, a cold draft that made them think they were still in the Ardennes, or just replaying memories in their mind, they struggled.

This particular morning, (y/n) was the one struggling. She lied awake in the secure arms of her husband, thinking back to the horrid conditions they lived in at Bastogne over the December of 1944. It didn't help that she felt nauseous, too. A sniffle escaped her lips, and she prayed that the sleeping man beside her didn't hear it. To her dismay, he did.

His arms moved from around her as he sat up on his elbows, a sleepy, but concerned look painting his face. She sat up in response, quickly wiping a tear that leaked from her eye.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asked groggily as he wiped the sleepiness from his own eyes.

She didn't respond immediately, thinking of what to say. "Bastogne, the cold, the war. All of it."

Sighing softly, he reached to the nightstand and turned on a lamp. He knew exactly what she meant. His wife wasn't the only one who still suffered from the war. Nix had told him about some of his flashbacks and painful memories, and Dick suffered from his own as well.

Seeing her suffer broke his heart. She had been a medic, so she saw a lot more death, blood, and gore than the average soldier.

"Come here," he whispered, pulling her into his arms. She laid her head on his chest, bringing in a shaky breath. Her eyes fluttered shut when he started running his fingers through her (y/h/c) hair. Sleep welcomed her quickly, but before she could drift away, the light flicked off as she heard a gently voice.

"You're safe. I love you, (y/n/n)."

~

(Y/n) is awoken by something, or more like someone, lifting up her eyelids.

"Mommy. Mommy. Wake up. Wake up. It's snowing!" her three year old son whispers before jumping up on top of her. Groaning, she gently moves him in the middle of the bed between her and Dick. Her husband's soothing voice almost lulled her back to sleep.

"Richie, let your mother sleep, buddy."

"Daddy, I want to play in the snow!"

Sighing, Dick gets out of bed and helps Richie slide off the bed and onto the floor.

"Alright. Let's go play. Go get your coat."

The smile that crossed the toddler's face was nothing short of precious. Immediately, he ran out of the room to get dressed. (Y/n) felt soft lips softly kiss her forehead and she sighed in content.

"Get some sleep."

"Love you." She slurred, falling back asleep.

~

Not long after falling back asleep, (y/n) was awoken by the feeling of nausea once again. Just making it to the bathroom, she threw up into the toilet. When she was done, she brushed her teeth to get rid of the taste of bile in her mouth. She had just recently found out she was pregnant, and was waiting for the right moment to tell her husband.

She was snatched from her thoughts by squeals of delight coming from outside her window, so she walked over to it to watch. Richie threw a snowball at Dick, who fell to the ground laughing as the toddler ran and jumped on him. Smiling to herself, (y/n) decided to join her boys outside in the snow. Pulling on her snow gear, she thanked God for the commodity that they didn't have during the war. She couldn't find her coat, so she went over to her husband's side of their closet and stole one of his. It was very big on her, but she loved that. It made her feel all nice and cozy wearing his clothes.

By the time she got outside, the boys were in the backyard laying on the ground making snow angels. She laughed to herself when she saw the size difference in her husband's tall, lanky frame compared to that of their tiny three year old's. Deciding to just watch them for a minute, she leaned up against the side of the house where they couldn't see her as they talked away. She couldn't hear them, so she never would have guessed their conversation was about her.

"Daddy, why does mama hate the cold?"

The question caught Dick off guard. He knew why his wife hated the cold, but how could her explain all the terrible reasons why to a three year old. He wouldn't. He didn't like to lie, but he didn't know what else to do.

"She doesn't hate the cold."

"Uh huh. She does." He said, nodding his head with raised eyebrows.

"What makes you say that, Rich?"

"She doesn't come play outside." the toddler stated, his voice lowering before continuing. "And she cries."

Dick's heart seemed to crack softly at his son's reasoning. (Y/n) did get upset about things, but she always tried to hide it from Richie. She never wanted him to think anything was wrong. Dick sighed, finally giving in. He decided to tell him a tiny part of the truth.

"Your mother doesn't hate the cold. It makes her think of bad memories." Dick said softly, sitting up on his elbows as Richie mirrored his actions.

A confused expression painted the boy's face. "What bad memories?"

"Remember how I've told you that mommy and daddy went far away to stop bad people?"

He nodded animatedly.

"Those memories."

Richie seemed to understand. Well, as much as a 3 year old can understand. Not 30 seconds later, he was back to his rambunctious self, jumping on his father, laughing. Seeing this from around the corner, (y/n) pushed off the wall to join her family. Running over to them, she gently flopped on top of her husband, getting a hearty laugh from him, and a "Mommy!" from her son.

Richie had his father's auburn hair and freckles. Being in the cold for so long, they now also shared rosy cheeks and a bright red nose. The only trait the little boy got from (y/n) was her (y/e/c) eyes. She wondered if their new child would have more of her features or if they would look like another carbon-copy of Dick. They had always wanted a girl and a boy, but would gladly accept whatever God blessed them with. She knew her son would be so excited to find out that he was going to get a sibling.

Richie's scarf on the snow stole her attention. Picking it up, she gently tucked his scarf around his neck and into his coat.

"You're freezing, baby!"

"I'm fine mama!" He said with a toothy grin.

"Alright. Do you want to build a snowman?"

His little eyes lit up as he jumped to his feet, running towards the door. He yelled over his shoulder. "I'll go get the carrot!"

Dick, who was watching the whole interaction with literal heart eyes, put his arm around (y/n) and gently pulled her next to him as they laid in the snow. He leaned over, giving her a kiss on the temple. The sweet smile she gave him in response warmed his whole body.

He motioned where Richie had disappeared around the corner, "Can you believe him? He's getting so big. Before we know it, he's not going to be a little boy anymore."

This was her chance to tell him, and she wasn't going to miss it for the world.

"Good thing we've got another one coming then, huh?"

He chuckled, breathily responding, "Yeah."

A smile grew on (Y/n) Winters' face as she was waiting for the gears to finish turning in her husband's head. About five seconds later, he sat up off the snow, looking down at her with furrowed brows as she lay below him.

"Wait, what? Are you-" He looked down at her stomach with wide eyes.

"Yep. Found out last week. Little Richie's getting a sibling."

Dick felt the air leave his lungs. He tried to say something, anything, but the words were not coming out. What were words? How do you speak? He forgot how to perform basic functions. It felt as if his body went into shock. Maybe it did. The only thing that was running through his mind was how happy he was. Their small family would be expanding in a few short months.

In an instant, he had moved one of his hands onto the snowy ground next to her head to brace himself as he pressed his lips to hers. His other hand rested on her jaw while hers wrapped around his neck. Pulling apart, they both sat up, wrapping the other in a bone-crushing hug.

Nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck, Dick murmured, "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

The couple fully parted at the voice of their son. "I've got the carrot!!"

With teary eyes, they welcomed their three year old with welcome arms into a 'family hug,' as he called it. Richie looked up at his parents with a concerned face.

"What's wrong, mommy?"

"Nothing, baby. These are happy tears."

Dick smiled and gently squeezed his wife's arm, nodding. "We have something to tell you, Rich."

His eyes widened. "Are we getting a puppy!?"

The pair just laughed at the little boy in front of them.

"No, buddy." (Y/n) chuckled.

"You're getting a new brother or sister!"

They could tell the little gears in his mind were turning just like his father's had minutes before. After a few seconds, his hands flew to his mother's stomach. Dick's eyes about bugged out of his head.

"Richard! Be gentle."

"Sorry," he muttered before getting excited again, "There's a baby in there?"

"Yep."

Richie hopped up eagerly, running for the house once again, yelling, "I'm getting a carrot for a snowbaby!!"

Dick gave his loving wife a hug as they watched their son disappear around the corner yet again. He gently placed his hands on her stomach that would grow in the next few months.

"Just wait til' I tell Nix!"

They knew that from then on, the Winters family would never be the same. It also marked the time that winter became Richie Winters' favorite time of the year.

[deluxewhump]

Zee shows Cameron his reading breakthrough

CW: bbu, conditioning, inability to read and write as a a result of torture and psychological torture, visual disturbances and headaches as a result of PTSD, alcohol, affectionate roughness, fluff

Alex didn’t tell Cam about what happened during their reading sessions. First of all because Cam didn’t ask, because he was still a selfish prick at heart and two, he didn’t know if Zee would want him to. The least he could do was not betray Zee’s confidence.

Of course Cam had noticed the glasses, the day after they went to the optometrist. They went because of Zee’s headaches, the dark and blotchy parts of his vision that would come on for an hour and then fade to dull pain. Ocular migraines, Alex had been told in an exam anteroom without Zee present, as if he’d brought his sick dog to a vet.

The glasses were just for mild nearsightedness they’d discovered while there. Alex was prepared for Cameron to be a dick about it, to tease him or make a big deal out of a small change like whether he was wearing glasses or not. He didn’t wear them all the time, mostly only when he was headed to Alex’s room for their practice.

To his credit, Cam had only teased him for a minute, and in a way that was more affectionate and flirtatious than mean.

He had wondered if Zee was going to tell Cam about the progress they’d made yesterday. It was all Alex could do not to tell Cam himself. It was almost unbelievable, and he would think it some sort of bizarre fluke if Zee had not been able to replicate it three times, each smoother than the last. He was reading almost as if he’d never stopped, as if the icepick pain and anxiety it caused him was a switch he’d been able to flip back to the off position after all these months.

He’d taken Zee out to celebrate, bought him a shot of tequila and they’d sucked salt off their thumbs together, their moods both at a rickety and dazzling high. For the first time since he’d opened the box, Alex felt like he’d done right by Zee. He’d done something to help in a real, lasting way, not just sticking bandaids on open wounds.

Now, the following morning, they were all in Alex’s car, heading to a boozy Sunday brunch at Dominic and Cecelia’s house. Cam had complained it was going to be boring and domestic, but he put his best button down on and tamed his hair a little, which Alex guessed was for Cissy’s sake.

Alex stopped to gas up the car, enjoying the mild spring breeze that carried a mixture of gasoline and sweet jasmine. It had been a long winter, and even having the car windows down and no beanie on felt like a luxury.

He watched Zee lean forward and gently lift Cam's phone from his hands. Cam let him, eyebrow raised.

Zee opened Cam’s notes app in the backseat, looking sharp himself in one of Alex’s old church shirts, his hair thick and rust-red in the sun. Alex watched from the pump as Zee typed into the app, a little slow with his thumbs but steady and deliberate, hitting the backspace to correct a mistake without missing a beat. He passed Cam’s phone back over the center console.

Cam held the phone one in hand, and actually read the entire message and snorted before realization hit him. He looked up at Zee, back to the words on the screen.

“Did you just…”

Zee bit his bottom lip, like he was trying to bite back a grin.

“Did you just fucking insult me in writing?”

Zee shrugged a coy shoulder.

“What the fuck,” Cam laughed, pushing Zee hard in one shoulder. Zee was knocked back a few inches but bounced back like a buoy, grinning wide with both cheeks dimpled.

“When did this happen?!” Cam exclaimed, unbuckling his seatbelt and turning to face him. “Z2!”

Zee had turned pink in the face, clearly pleased with Cam's reaction but characteristically humble and shy. Cam tackled him, diving into the back seat with enthusiasm and no grace, knocking his elbows and knees on the console and pinning Zee to the backseat.

“You little shit,” he laughed, grabbing him on both sides of his face. Zee was laughing harder now, trying and failing to keep a lid on it. Cam lifted Zee’s head up an inch and shoved it back into the soft leather seat so he bounced with the force.

“Hey!” Alex barked out of old habit. “Easy.”

Neither of them paid him any attention, and he knew Zee was strong enough now to flip Cam off of him if he wanted—no longer the underfed, hollow-eyed and bruised boy he remembered from the first semester of his senior year.

The pump gulped and clicked when the tank was full, and Alex replaced the nozzle.

Cam was kissing Zee all over his face like a cartoon, straddling him in the backseat in a way that would look alarming to passers by.

“Byrne,” Alex said when he slipped back into the driver's seat. He was trying to keep a straight face, but their laughter was contagious. “Get a hold of yourself.”

Cam elbowed the back of his seat on purpose. Alex angled the rearview so he could see the two of them, brown hair and auburn, Cam nuzzling Zee in the neck now and saying things in his ear, Zee still helpless with laughter, squirming as it tickled him.

“I’m gonna leave you both here,” Alex threatened, even as he pulled away from the pump and back towards the main road. “I’ll pick you up on my way back.”

A glance in the mirror told him they were ignoring him, but Cam had settled for wrapping Zee in his arms while laying on top of him. Zees' arms were thrown around Cam’s neck, one foot trailing onto the floorboard and the other propped up against Alex’s back window.

He didn’t tell them to sit up and buckle up, or even for Zee to get his shoe off his window. Good news was rare. A win was rare.

He’d let them have this one. For Zee’s sake, if not Cameron’s.

[holdingforgeneralhugs]

Headcanons Masterlist

Hello dear tumblr friends💓 I'm making a separate masterlist for my headcanons to tidy everything up and such!

Asking a lady out *

Boys show affection through touch *

Speirs, Luz & Nixon with sick reader *

Forehead touches *

Babe falls in love *

Boys fall in love with shy reader *

Boys propose *

Dinner dates and vacations with Dick Winters *

Buck picking you up at a bar *

You drink Bill under the table *

Dick and Lip being domestic *

The boys with an Italian reader *

Boys in an argument *

Sweet Joe Liebgott *

Supportive Dick Winters *

Dick Winters Fluff *

Lipton attempts to flirt *

Friends to Lovers with Buck *

Fluffy/protective Bull *

Fun with Malarkey *

Boys fall in love with a spitfire reader *

Kisses with Dick Winters *

Domestic boys *

Reader proposes to the boys *

Cuddles with Liebgott *

Domestic life with Speirs *

Nixon Fluff *

Boys pick you up at a dance *

Babe finally asks you out *

Boys with an Asian Reader *

Boys take care of you on your period *

Bill's sister falls in love with Lieb *

Kisses with Speirs *

Kissing Headcanons with Roe and Liebgott *

George Luz with shy reader *

Kisses with Nixon *

Grant and Luz with Awol s/o reader

Luz, Lipton, Roe - reader who picks their nails *

Quarantine with the boys *

Winters, Luz & Liebgott - woken up by their kid*

Winters, Nixon, Malarkey & Lipton as dad's *

Guarnere, Luz & Perconte with tall reader *

Nixon, Roe & Webster with anxious reader *

Boys with angry reader *

Winters, Speirs & Nixon - rejected by reader*

Winters, Speirs & Nixon - reciprocated feelings*

Winter, Speirs, Nix and Gene - Jealous *

Guarnere, Malarkey, Bull - Jealous *

Nixon, Speirs & Liebgott - Modern University*

Darts with Babe *

Nixon & Speirs hide their love for you*

Boys with short reader *

Guarnere and Toye with short reader *

Christmas with Winters and Nixon *

Liebgott, Nixon, Winters - Holiday fluff *

Great Easy Snowball fight of '43 *

Christmas with Bull *

Luz, Lieb & Shifty - Baking Gingerbread*

Stuck in a snowstorm with the boys *

George Luz with the mistletoe *

Great Easy Snowball fight of '43 *

Boys buy Christmas presents for reader *

Malarkey and Fiance with his family *

Boys meet your family for Christmas *

Babe & Luz Lunar New Year *

Winters, Luz & Shifty meet your family *

Tooth-Rotting Malarkey fluff *

Friends with Martin *

Roe, Guarnere & Luz - reader with insomnia *

You give speirs forehead kisses *

Boys with s/o who defends them *

Liebgott, Luz & Webster - plus sized reader

Speirs, Winters, Luz & Liebgott - unrequited love *

Speirs, Nixon & Toye feel bad about a fight *

Speirs & reader with social anxiety *

Luz & reader celebrate German surrender *

Toye, Speirs, Luz Jealousy *

Luz, Liebgott, Malarkey SOE agent *

Speirs, Lipton, Roe & Malarkey forehead kisses*

Winters, Lipton, Roe, Luz - treating wounds*

Boys unrequited love with reader - Protective*

Lieb, Bill & Tab - Stand up for Reader*

Nix, Winters, Luz - Reader Messes Up*

Bill, Chuck, Tab & Bull - Angry Reader *

Winters, Nixon & Speirs - Love Languages *

Winters, Nixon, Speirs, Liebgott & Roe - Crying*

[miyalove]

[ ❄ ]— SNOWED IN.

⤷ pairing. roommate!miya atsumu x fem!reader

⤷ genre. smut, fluff, humor, college au, and they were roommates au

⤷ warnings. swearing, dom!atsumu, sub!reader, ass slapping, begging, atsumu is 1000% a tease, oral (male receiving),  praise, choking on atsumu’s (large) dick, domestic sex, hair pulling, dirty talk, penetrative sex, sex without a condom (please, be safe ya’ll), hickeys, *unedited

3.5k | being snowed in with a broken heater is anything but ideal. when your favorite thick blanket and the layers of fluffy sweaters no longer cut it, your roommate ask of you something you just can’t turn down.

five days.

it has been five days in which the snow storm forced you and atsumu to stay inside. the first day was fine. the power hadn’t went out and your heater was set to a temperature that you and atsumu agreed on. your phones and other electronics were fully charged and ready to use for emergencies or for quick netflix binges. everything was okay.

day two came a little harsher. waking up with your hairs on the back of your neck standing, you realized the power had finally went. it was sometime in the early morning, but even within a short time span the chilly air was still able to nip through the interior. no power meant no heater or hot water. the day dragged on just like anyone would expect. atsumu had complained for hours upon hours. screeching dramatically and throwing his body on the floor like a child who wasn’t allowed to eat candy before dinner.

day three was just as bad if not worse. no amount of blankets and thick winter coats could fight off the cold. you wake up with your teeth chattering, your body shaking, and to top it all off, you think you might be getting sick too. you could tell night had finally came when everything got immensely worst. your breath frosted and sneezing between you and atsumu was non-stop. this was also the day you proposed that the two of you cuddle up for extra warmth. it was a casual conversation that you had to murmur between glassy breaths.

reluctantly, atsumu agreed. at first, he turned away saying something about not “liking the cuddling lifestyle”. you rolled your eyes at his claim because everyone loves cuddles. you had gotten excited at the aspect of showing him what a good session can awaken within. your theory was proven right later into the night though. you rested your head on his shoulder, using some candle light to read through a chapter of a book you’ve been into recently. an exciting thriller that has you anticipatingly flipping through page after page.

atsumu was doing his own thing though. what it was? you didn’t know. really you weren’t paying attention. even when he hummed and grumbled lowly a few times, your brushed it off. not wanting to stray away from the words on the pages, you hoped he worked out whatever his problem is by himself. the last straw though was when his fingers slowly creeped up your thigh.

you shifted your attention, eyeing the man besides you. he boldly holds your stare. he’s daring enough to put on a nonchalant expression, face completely relaxed. his hues shine with something hidden behind them. something you can’t quite make out but they have you not wanting to look away. he doesn’t say anything and for a while the two of you just stare. 

when you drop the book was when he finally pounced. 

“’bout damn time,” he teases. 

in seconds, he pulls you close. your back flush against his chest and his arms pulled you in by your middle, resting there. your sat in between his crossed legs. you had no words at first. everything had happened so fast. for a second you sit there wide-eyed and in shock, fazed and stare lingering in the darkness. then you felt  the comforting warmth slowly creep in. when he spoke, the vibration in his chest felt inviting and things went lax again.

“keep your mouth open ‘nd a fly ‘ill get in there.” you can’t help but laugh.

“whatever happened to ‘not the cuddling type’, huh?”

“shut the fuck up,” venomous words but the way he dug his nose into your neck proved the opposite. 

day four went the same way except now you were both all over each other. the night before had broken something between the two of you that wasn’t just roommates status anymore. he’s become a friend and someone you actually look forward to hanging out and talking with. you see pass his honestly and realize that he’s actually quite charming too. atsumu had thrown you tons of curveballs that day and getting to know him was fun. you recall when you where practically straddling his lap, your hands roaming anywhere and everywhere. 

you faced him, eyes soft and laughter apparent because who knew he was a jokester too. gently caressing at his sharp jaw then sliding down to his firm pecs. your hands roamed his body like an ocean waiting to be ventured. with every feather-like touch, you learned another thing that day. miya atsumu is incredibly attractive. you’ll never admit it to him (because you also learned that miya atsumu has an incredibly large ego), but you must be insane if it took you a damn snow storm to realize something that’s so blaringly obvious.

day five was the day he came to you with that intimate proposal. cuddling in any and every position possible was something that was easy for you to do. you’ve warmed up with close friends, both male and female, so you could say that the special act doesn’t truly mean anything, but this– dear god, this man will be the death of you. 

“you want to– what?” you practically screech. you jump back from his body, already missing the heat, but you want to look him dead in the eyes. his eyes, are the most expressive thing about him. atsumu can lie and tease but there was no getting past him when you gazed into his golden hues, but was he really saying what you think he was saying?

“cuddling and all that can only do so much, yanno?” silence. but he goes on anyway, “thought this was a more... practical solution.” and in pure atsumu matter, he doesn’t stray away from you. looking you dead in the eye with all the confidence in the world. there’s no teasing smile or sarcastic cackle. he’s serious. this attractive man that has women constantly falling at his feet... wants to fuck you.

“this is like for the warmth and all that... right?” you’re hesitant. he can see it in the way you look at him. your hues are clouded with all sorts of swirling emotions; concern, worry, uncertainty. he thinks about taking it back. but it’s far too late for doubt now.

“yeah, for the heat,” he repeats it to reassure you or maybe to reassure himself, he doesn’t know. atsumu sits before you. his hair messy from all the times you ran your hand through it and his cheeks are slightly colored pink. why was this such an awkward conversation to have? there’s a constructing feeling in his chest. he feels like he’s suffocating like every breath he takes is stopped by words trying to choke themselves out of his throat. perhaps it’s the cold finally getting to him or maybe it’s the way the candle light perfectly frames your face. 

“so are ya in?”

it’s the way he bit at his lips that get you contemplating. the way he looked at ready to take you whenever and wherever you asked. it was the anxious way he his leg bounced and the ghost-like circles he was rubbing into your thigh. it set ablaze a trail of desire wherever he touched. it laced your veins with adrenaline and lust made for him by him. him, him, him.

when you leaned into his lips was when he finally got an answer. 

“oh, shit,” you sink down on him as the words leave his mouth.

your lips wrapped around him and he mumbles something thing under his breath that you can’t really catch. the warmth from your tongue makes his stomach tighten. the sight from above looks incredible. your down on your knees, mouth stuffed with his cock, and your sweet little ass on display just for him. atsumu lays right at the edge of your bed, legs spread just wide enough for you to kneel between them. one hand pets at your hair, lacing it between your locks.

the way you expertly circle his tip and how your hands play with his balls, makes him sees stars behind his lids. his stomach tenses with every swallow, every small hum that erupts from your throat. god, you are going to be the death of him. when you look up, you let out a small moan, absolutely loving atsumu’s fucked out expression. his thin lips pout at you, his chest is heavy and falls unevenly. it motivates you, the way he groans and grunts; the way he falls apart at your touch.

“just like that, doll. mhm,” he praises. when you look up, his eyes are half-lidded, clouded with lust meant only for you. a small smirk plays at his lips. he’s completely enamored, sweat beads at his forehead and you don’t think he’s ever looked prettier.

your jaw goes slack when you feel his hips buck. you bob your head, gladly welcoming his shallow thrust. the feeling of his dick heavy on your tongue while he forces you to slide further down makes heat between your legs pool. atsumu takes your humming as a sign to go deeper. soon you’re nose is pressed up on his skin and you’re choking on his cock.

“you’re so pretty like this,” he punctuates his praise with a harsh slap to your ass. the sudden movement makes you fly forward, effortlessly swallowing his dick down again. atsumu is clearly caught off guard. he let’s out a surprised mewl, hip stuttering at the overwhelming pleasure.

“fuck– with y- your mouth full of my cock.”

his grip tightens with every thrust. your scalp burns with all the harsh tugging. there’s droll and snot leaking down from your face but it’s all worth it. your lungs burn, begging you for any kind of air. like he was reading your mind, he lets off of you for few seconds. the lewd pop that follows after rips through the empty room as you catch your breath but that sly smile remains on his face. 

even with your heavy panting and watery eyes, atsumu doesn’t exactly let up. his length rest, merely inches away from your face. he pets at your hair, tugging your locks to give him more access to your neck. you shudder when he starts peppering your skin with soft kisses. your eyes flutter close, enjoying the way he nips and sucks at your neck. that’s definitely going to leave a mark, but you don’t find yourself caring. 

his mouth goes to work while his other hand roams your valley. without hesitation, atsumu slides his hand lower cupping your ass. “fits like a gem,” you hear him mumble between sloppy sucking. the breath he lets out tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

his hand slides up to your front, grazing your nipples through the thick lace of your bra. opening your eyes, you look up just in time to see his gaze darken. reaching higher, atsumu cups the back of your neck. there’s a moment in which he stills. golden eyes bore into your own hues. a plain of emotions swirl within him. admiration in the way he smiles at you, hunger in the way he bits his lips. his hair is messy, tousled with all the times you delicately laced your fingers through them and his lips are swollen from the way he was marking you.

there’s only one word that comes to mind; “pretty.”  you didn’t mean it aloud, but when it comes to atsumu your brain short circuits and all sense is thrown out the window. you feel your face heat up at the embarrassingly simple compliment. 

“speakin’ about yerself, now?” of course, he would. typical atsumu miya with his smooth words that make all the panties drop (including yours). you let out a breathy giggle, liking the way your checks ache with all the smiling. without another thought, his head dips down to your own capturing your lips in a heated kiss. 

it’s lazy and sloppy. all teeth and tongue and no space to breath or think, but you like it like this. you like atsumu like this. raw, exposed, and yours. his hands roam to the back of your thighs, pinching slightly in hopes you get the hint. he wants you. now. 

without breaking away, you lean into atsumu. his back gently lands on your sheets, pillows and blankets shaping his tone body to perfection. you brace your arms to help with the fall, successfully trapping him between your body.

“atsumu,” you say, breaking free. 

“hhm?”

“please, fuck me.”

he chuckles, “say less, doll.”

pulling your sweatpants down, his big hands grope your ass in the process. he moves quickly, rushing to get you ready for him. in one swift moment, your underwear is gone and thrown carelessly somewhere.

“you’re so shameless, baby, with that demanding mouth,” flipping you over, you’re under him now. body perfectly, angled so he can see your pretty features  shift whenever he fucks you just right. he loves seeing your mouth agape. loves how you hang off every word, how your body quivers with every touch, how you cry and moan his name. it’s beautiful. you’re beautiful. 

he leaves a trail of kisses down your body until he’s mere inches away from your cunt. his fingers brush against the thin lining of your panties. why you still have them on is beyond him. arousal leaks through the material while atsumu presses against your heat.

“ah– ‘tsumu,” your breathing is frantic when he presses a fleeting kiss on your clothes core. “you’re such a t-tease.” 

he doesn’t say anything. allowing his actions to speak for him. he teases you, hooking his fingers under the thin lace. the way his cold digits brush at your heat makes for a delicious contrast. 

“you look so good,” he purrs pressing a kiss to the inner part of your thigh. “and you’re absolutely fuckin’ dripping. bet i could just slide right into ya.” his fingers are relentless, they ghost over your clit tracing feather-like circles. it’s enough for short spikes of pleasure to rush through you but just as quickly as they come, they’re gone.

“do you want me?”

“god, yes.”

“beg for it then.”

like clock work, you do. “please, ‘tsumu. i need you so bad right now. your hands, your tongue, your cock-- everything. please, i just wanna feel you so bad.”

“ehh,” he ponders before pressing a kiss to your thighs. “could be better.”

it’s stupid the way your heart flutters at his playful teasing. looking up at him through your hazy eyes, you try your best to muster up the perfect puppy dog face. “please, ‘tsumu?” 

he lets out a huff, “god, you’re so annoying.” everything happens so fast. one second, atsumu is softly pecking at your neck. the next he’s roughly grabbing at you, complete man-handling. 

he pulls you impossibly closer. there is no warning or preparation. he rams himself into you, completely taken over by the way your tight pussy swallows him whole. the burn feels fucking painful, you can’t help the screams that tremble from your lips. 

“oh my f-fucking-- mhpm, god!” he’s so big, in length and thickness. moans fill the room while he fills you up. your hot, wet walls clench around him and he groans at the delicious feeling.

“yer so fucking tight, holy shit.” he nuzzles his nose into your neck. “love this cunt so fucking much.” another slap to the ass that rips a deep moan from you.

“please, ‘tsumu,” you pant.

and at that moment, something within him finally snaps. pulling out from your sopping cunt, the tip of his dick rest within you, then in the same second he slams back into your entrance. lewd moans rip from the both of you while pure euphoria runs through your blood. you arch you back, pressing your chest to his, eyes rolling back every time he rams back into you. with each thrust and roll of your hip, his dick rubs at the spot that makes you see stars.

“you feel so good,” you whimper out watching as his dick pumps in and out of your pussy. “filling me up so good-- fuck, with your big dick.”

he shudders at your words, head coming down to latch onto your pebbled nipples. his tongue laps around the sensitive bud while his spare hand kneads at your other breast. a sharp inhale escapes you in between sobs. his hands are freezing from the chilly air within your apartment. it’s like ice on your skin, a complete contrast to how heated you feels. the feeling knocks you back into reality; you and atsumu are fucking in the middle of a snowstorm.

“how’s that feel, babe?” you answer him with a wanton gasp.

“absolutely fucking amazing,” you punctuate your pleasure with a deep roll of your hips. atsumu chuckles, a mix of a strangled moan and teasing.

 “god, yer such a little freak.” he leans down again repeating his action to your other breast. deep thrust becoming more frequent now.

“only f-for you.” 

your words spur him on, atsumu angles his hips to pound onto the one spot that has you crying out. he has your body shaking, his name tumbles out of your mouth like a mantra while he wrecks your body, moaning into your neck. 

the knot of your pleasure tighten. it burns like a white hot coils that’s about to snap. he knows you’re close. with the way your pussy sporadically clenches around him making him groan. god, you’re almost there. he can feel it. your orgasm is right at the tip of your tongue. so close yet so fucking far. you need more and he senses that with the way you silently beg him. “harder, please-- oh, god.” 

your words get caught on your tongue. he fucks right into you with a force so hard, you might have forgotten how to breath. “yes, just l-like that. hmph.”

“fuck yeah,” he groans, nipping your neck. “so good to me, fuck. such a good girl keeping me nice and warm and shit.” at that, you squeeze around him and he lets out a lewd groan. his cold digits travel down your body, rubbing circles around your messy clit. it’s all too much. the way he expertly runts into you, the pleasure his fingers give you, the way he praises you and nips at all your sensitive spots. 

all you can manage at this point are a high pitched whimpers and pleas of his name. sweat drips down both your bodies, your walls clench around him like a vice as he tries his best to fuck you hard. every thrust brushes right at your sweet spot, clouding your vision. a fire burns within you, leaving you gasping and moaning between sobs of air. 

“cum for me, doll.”

and with his words and one last thrust, the coil finally snaps. pleasure rushes through your body in euphoric waves taking over you. your veins pump absolute bliss through you. atsumu follows soon after, painting your walls with spurts of his seed. overwhelming, toe-curling pleasure floods within you both like surges of electricity. his lips find yours as the last parts of your orgasm finally dies.

once he catches his breath, he pulls away smiling down at the way you look effortlessly gorgeous with his cum stuffed in you. you meet his hues too, mirroring the same exact smile. 

your room is dark, curtesy of the snow covering your windows. candles flicker at your nightstand, painting the room in a dim, yellowish hue. fatigue hits you like a train. all you want is to lay down, close your eyes and welcome the sweet relief of slumber. shifting around, you turn on your side body molding perfectly spooning atsumu. 

“sleepy already?” 

the bedsheets shift towards you. despite having your eyes closed, you can feel atsumu’s hues on you watching  the way your eyelashes fall perfectly on your cheek. you’re so warm and soft. effortlessly gorgeous with or without trying. your hair threads down on your pillow, spiraling to an abrupt end. he wants to run his hands through it, massaging at your scalp to sooth the aching.

then he reminds himself he can. when he’s meet with a mumbled response and a slight hum, he takes the hint. in your haze, you feel the weight of his arms wrap around your body cuddling up to you impossibly closer. 

his breath tickles at your neck, “goodnight, baby.”

(atsumu eyes the way you fall lax within his arms. your legs tangled and wrapped within the thick layers of your comforter. his heart beat rapidly and the smile on his face, despite the exhaustion that laces his veins, can't stop. atsumu isn’t an idiot. he knows what all these symptoms mean, but for now that’s a talk for another time. for now, he’ll silently thank whatever god out there for the terrible weather that brought the two of you closer then ever before. for now, he’ll enjoy the way your body molds perfectly to his.)

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Headcannons Masterlist

Soft Updates: Once A Month

One Shots/Series Fics Masterlist: Here

WWE AND AEW

ROMAN REIGNS:

Plus Size Reader

Birthday Edition

Sub! Roman w/ Plus Size Mistress

Public Sex

DD/LG

Hair Kink

Playroom Details

Fighting and Make up Sex

Face fucking

“The Missionary Position“

Taking Care Of A Sick SO

Summerslam

Tribal Chief and Bálor Contest

DD/LG Fluff

ALEISTER/MALAKAI BLACK:

SFW/NSFW (Aleister)

Dad!Edition - Baby Girl (Aleister)

Goth Reader (Aleister)

Jealousy (Aleister)

Comfort - SFW (Aleister)

Sexting (Aleister)

First Time Meeting The Doc (Malakai)

Smut (Malakai)

Plus Size Insecure Reader (Malakai)

Possessiveness (Malakai)

Stripper Reader

Stripper Reader Pt. 2

Dad!Edition (Malakai)

Accidently calling him Tommy

When He Falls In Love With His Psychiatrist/Reader (Malakai)

Calling Him “Daddy” For The First Time (Malakai)

Corruption Kink w/ Priest Malakai

Corruption Kink w/ Priest Malakai Pt. 2

NSFW

Reaction To You Getting Injured

Comforting

HOB resident pet fuck

 JAY WHITE:

CNC Knife Play

OnlyFans

Voice Kink

Brat Taming

Cheering Bee up

Teasing

AU!Businessman Jay

DD/LG

Overstimulation/Forced Orgasm

Pregnancy Sex

After Forbidden Door

Student!Jay / Professor! Reader

Plus Size Reader

Aftercare

Teasing with a cock ring

Frat Brother ft. ELP

J.J.

Incubus

EL PHANTASMO:

Insecure Reader

Frat Brother ft. Jay White

DAVID FINLAY:

Soft!

DAMIAN PRIEST:

NSFW

SFW

Male Reader

Male Reder NSFW

NSFW Honeymoon!Edition

When You Win A Championship

Asking You To Be His Girlfriend

Trans Male/Female Reader

Dad!Edition Part 1

Dad!Edition Part 2

Period Edition

Tickle Fetish And Kinks

Jealousy

Praise Kink

DD/LG

DD/LG Relationship

Angry But Passionate Sex

Short Reader

Sub!Edition

Teasing NSFW

Comfort (SFW)

Comfort (NSFW)

Sexting

Non Binary Reader

Singer Reader

Living Together

Underwear

Wheelchair Bound Reader

Public Teasing

Mirror Kink

Going To Sleep

Babysitting

Black Plus Size Reader

Dating Someone From Wardrobe Department

Fingering

Domestic Edition

Voice Kink

Reader Who’s Insecure About Her Vagina

Reader’s Water Breaking + Home Birth

Shower Sex

Riding him + the risk of getting caught

Reader with an abusive relationship in the past

Squirting

Submissive Reader

Losing Your Virginity

Being His Masseuse

Celebrating His United States Title

Casual Intimacy

Pregnancy Sex

Quickie In The Pool

Stripper Reader

Sweaty/Smut

Impact Play Knowledge

Curvy Girl Lingerie

Fall/Halloween

Damian x Reader x Rhea 

Soft and Reassuring

Single Mom Reader

Breeding Kink

Magic Mike! Damian

Creative Way To Tell Him You’re Pregnant

Spanish

Angsty Sex

PDA

Random Theme

Actress Reader who’s part of the cast of The Witcher

Winter Honeymoon

Cockwarming

Sleeping during sex

Michael Myers Kink - gone wrong lol

Hair

Valentine’s Day - Stripper Reader and AU!Bouncer

NSFW with Edge and Reader

FINN BÁLOR:

Demon King Edition

Biting Kink

“Submissive“ Demon King

Tickling 

Shy Reader

Teasing

Sexting

Smutty/Fluff

Face Fucking

Voice Kink

Super Horny And Tries To Tease The Reader

Knife Play

Pregnancy Sex

Reader’s Reaction To His Promo on SmackDown Against Roman

Brat Taming (Prince Devitt)

Bálor and Tribal Chief Contest

Black Tongue

Ask Drabble 

DD/LG

Dirty Talk w/ Demon King

ETHAN PAGE:

Enemies To Lovers

Smut

EDGE:

NSFW with Damian and Reader

JAY BRISCOE:

Brat taming

“Make her cum with your tongue, put her sleep with your dick“

DEXTER LUMIS:

NSFW

SFW

DREW MCINTYRE:

Breeding Kink

Claymore

Mafia Boss

RANDY ORTON:

NSFW

Mood Board HC

RHEA RIPLEY (F/F):

NSFW

SFW

Dirty Talk

When You Get Injured

Cooking

Angry Rhea/Teasing

BECKY LYNCH (F/F):

Celebrating after Summerslam

TOMMASO CIAMPA:

NSFW

SFW

Sub!Edition

DD/LG

Jealous

Sexting

Reader Calling Him Daddy For The First Time

Birthday Sex

Comforting When A Family Member Passes Away

Cozy/Comfort

Rough Sex

After winning the NXT title back

Halloween Smut

Angsty Sex

DARBY ALLIN:

Soft/SFW

Riding Him

Rough Sex

Possessive/Breeding Kink

Soft and NSFW

JON MOXLEY:

Plus Size Reader Fluff

Comforting After a Break Up

With A Stripper Reader

EDDIE KINGSTON:

NSFW

SFW

Dad!Edition (Baby Girl)

Dad!Edition (Baby Boy)

Dad! Edition (Teenage Girl)

Siblings w/ Mox

Uncle Edition

When A Woman Hit On You

When A Man Hit On You

Husband Edition

Pregnancy

Plus Size Reader

Jealous Reader

PDA

Comfort

Nurse Reader

Virgin Reader

General Kinks

Riding Him

Movie Date

His Reaction To When Someone Sees Your NSFW Videos

Comforting Him

Fighting And Making Up

Shy/Introvert Reader

Giving Head To Female Reader

The Reason Behind The Nickname “Fox”

Tooth Extraction

Sick Reader

Make up Sex

First Night In New Home

Pregnancy Sex

His Reaction To Your Celebrity Crush

Dirty Talk

Fingering

Cuddling

Dad!Part 2

ADAM PAGE:

Student x Teacher

Dirty Talk

Jealousy

Angsty Sex

Sneaky Sex

Spoiling

Cockwarming

Professor Hangman - Blowjob 

Professor Hangman - Jealous

Professor Hangman - Jealous 2

CHUCK TAYLOR:

NSFW

SFW

BARON CORBIN:

Reader With Panic Attack

NSFW

THE SHIELD:

Predator and Prey

Roommates NSFW/SFW

MATT JACKSON:

Brat Taming

How he treats a sensitive Sub

Flirting with The Elite in front of him

“Where Do You Think You’re Going?“

Random Prompt

With Plus Size Reader

Feral Matt

Sexual Punishments

Needy Matt

Cocky

Vampire!Matt

Poppy

Vampire!Matt 2

NICK  JACKSON:

Plus Size Reader

Jealousy/slight smut

Sexual Punishments

Enemies To Lovers

Poppy

KENNY OMEGA:

Reader Caught Masturbating

Virgin Brat

WARDLOW:

Male Reader

Pet Name

Professor!Wardlow

OnlyFans

Finding Out That You’re Pregnant

Celebration after winning a championship

Celebration after winning a championship pt.2

CASH WHEELER

Pregnancy

ELIAS SAMSON:

Blindfolded NSFW

Jealous Elias In The Club

CODY RHODES:

Office Edition

TRIPLE H:

SFW/NSFW

Breeding Kink

COLT COBANA:

SFW/NSFW

SHEAMUS:

NSFW/SFW

JOHNNY GARGANO:

NSFW

MJF:

NSFW

Shower Sex

Soft for his SO

PETE DUNNE:

Agressive Make Out

Con Non-Con

MUSTAFA ALI:

Single Mother Reader

SETH ROLLINS:

Kidnapping

AUSTIN GUNN:

Smut

Fluff

JUNGLE BOY:

Smut

Taking Care Of A Sick SO

DD/LG

Jeans

Hate Fuck

SAMMY GUEVERA:

Photo Prompt

Sammy x Reader x Ethan

Sammy x Alan 5 Angels x Reader

JEFF HARDY:

Fluff/Smut

POLYAMOROUS:

Johnny Gargano/Tommaso Ciampa/Reader

Jon Moxley/Eddie Kingston/Reader

Matt Jackson/Nick Jackson/Reader

EXCEPTIONS (SPECIAL REQUESTS):

Kane NSFW  (to ava-valerie)

Undertaker DD/LG (to ava-valerie)

[fandom-go-round]

DC and Marvel Masterlist

DC Comics:

Dick Grayson/Nightwing:

Motorcycles: Dick Grayson x Reader [smut]

Refuse: Alpah!Nightwing x Omega!Reader [smut] {dark}

 Jason Todd/ Red Hood:

Home: Jason Todd x Reader (fluff)

 Damian Wayne/Robin:

Reader Becoming Doctor Fate {dark}

 Constantine:

Present: John Constantine x Reader (fluff)

Incubus!Constantine x Reader HCs [smut]

 Barry Allen/The Flash:

Date Night: Barry Allen x Reader (fluff)

Taking Care of a Child HC: Barry Allen (fluff)

 Bruce Wayne/Batman:

Dealing with Kids HCs (Batman) (fluff)

Batfam Adopting Mermaid HCs

Old Man Bruce Fighting Crime HCs

Non-Sexual Pet Play HCs

Responding to Furry Joke HCs  

Flower Prompt: Wild Rose

Love Letter Event: Battinson

 Slade Wilson/Deathstroke:

Deathstroke x Reader [smut]

 Arthur Curry/Aquaman:

Hugging and Kissing HCs: Aquaman (fluff)

 Diana Prince/Wonder Woman:

Hugging and Kissing HCs: Wonder Woman (fluff)

Yandere HCs {yandere, dark}

 Hal Jordan/Green Lantern:

Omega!Hal HCs

 Clark Kent/Superman:

Shrunken! Reader x Superman HCs

 Harvey Dent/Two-Face:

Reader x Harvey Cuddling HCs (fluff)

Edward Nygma/Riddler:

Popular! Reader x Dork! Riddler

 Star Sapphire:

Reader x Star Sapphire Dating HCs (fluff)

 Raven:

Injustice Dating HCs {dark}

 Enchantress:

Male!Reader x June Switching During Sex [smut]

 Cheetah:

First Date HCs {light dark}

 Blackfire:

Love Letter Event

Alien Crime Lord Syndicate! Reader x Blackfire

 Collections/Other:

Coming Out: Kaldur Imagine (fluff)

Incubus!Batboys x Reader HCs (Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke) [smut]

Naga Egg HCs (Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Cyborg, Flash, Green Lantern, Green Arrow, Black Canary) [smut]

General Centaur HCs (Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Cyborg, Flash, Green Lantern, Green Arrow, Black Canary)

Alpha!Riddler x Omega!Reader Heat [smut]

Squirting HCs (Bucky Barnes, Dr. Strange, Loki, Batman) [smut]

Reader Coming Out as Trans to Batboys (Bruce, Dick, Jason, Damian)

Reader Dressing Up in Lovers Costume (Wonder Woman, Flash, Green Arrow)

Blue Lantern!Reader x Green Lanterns (Jessica, John, Guy)

Poly! Poison Ivy x Reader x Harley Quinn Domestic (fluff)

Poly! Raven x Reader x Starfire Domestic (fluff)

Poly! Constantine x Reader x Zatanna HCs

Omega Verse Batfam General HCs

Batfam!Reader x Batfam! Best Friend Getting Pregnant HCs (Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim)

Reader Becoming Doctor Fate HCs (Jason, Tim, Cassandra) [dark]

Monster HCs (Duke, Stephanie)

Reader with Personal Dimension Powers (Livewire, Queen Bee, Blackfire)

 Marvel:

Bruce Banner/The Hulk:

Picture Perfect: Bruce Banner x Reader (fluff)

Domestic HCs (fluff)

 Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow:

Too Late: Natasha Romanoff x Reader {angst}

 Tony Stark/Ironman:

Broken: Tony Stark x Fem!Reader {angst}

 Loki:

Cello Music: Loki x Reader (Dissociation) {angst]

 Colossus:

Take Me to Bed: Reader x Colossus (fluff)

 Thanos:

Horned!Reader x Thanos [implied smut]

 James “Bucky” Barnes/Winter Solider:

Grim Reaper!Reader X Bucky {major character death}

 Doctor Octopus/ Otto Octavius:

Reader x Doc Ock Alleyway Sex [smut]

 Matt Murdock/Daredevil:

Reader x Matt Murdock Underneath You [smut]

 Vertigo:

Flower Prompt: Lilac

 Viper:

Male! Reader x Viper Anal Sex [smut]

 Omega Red:

Gadget! Reader x Omega Red Dating Headcannons

 Collections/Other:

Bedtime HCs: Logan x Kurt (fluff)

Enemies to Friends to Lovers HCs: Nightcrawler x Toad (fluff)

Kissing HCs (T'Challa, Erik Killmonger, M'Baku)

Poly Captain America x Reader x Winter Solider Possessive Sex [smut]

Logan Howlett x Reader x Kurt Wagner Stuck in Wall [smut]

Parents Getting a Divorce HCs (Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Dr. Strange) {emotional themes}

Squirting HCs (Bucky Barnes, Dr. Strange, Loki, Batman) [smut]

Shrunken! Reader with X-Men HCs

Kryptonian! Reader x Avenger HCs (Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thor, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff)

Valentine’s Day HCs (Thor, Loki, Valkyrie) (fluff)

Tony Stark x Bruce Banner Flower Prompt: Daisy

Kryptonian!Reader x Avenger HCs (Daredevil, She-Hulk)

Teasing! Reader HCs (Vertigo, Black Widow, Psylocke) (fluff)

[darter-blue]

Dearest readers,

Firstly let me say, Happy New Year, and congrats on making it through 2021. It was not an easy year, but I want to thank you all for being part of what made mine bearable. Part of what made me smile, made me feel loved and supported, gave me something to cling to.

Secondly I should say, well... I have more coming for you in 2022, I'm starting on it right now in fact, and I'd like to wrap up my 2021 in a nice list for you all, pop a bow on it, and leave it with you. I'm looking to the future for a while.

So here are my Ao3 offerings - ordered more or less by size, biggest to smallest, with a couple of non-stucky pairings at the bottom and lastly my collaborations with some amazing authors whom I've had the pleasure of knowing and feeding from (off? with? their creativity helps drive me its like a drug) this past year.

Here goes:

1 year

15 fics

152,650 words

Accidental husbands... and Accidental Husbands - A Christmas Vignette : M / shrunkyclunks/ Identity porn/ wedding fluff/ - or the one where Bucky finds himself accidentally married to a superhero. And he definitely isn't mad about it.

Captain Bodyguard : E / shrunkyclunks / Identity Porn / Enemies to Lovers / Only one bed - or the one where Bucky has a bodyguard who may or may not be the man of his dreams.

What lies they told us : E / Stucky / mafia au / Angst / Violence / Enemies to Lovers - or the one where Steve and Bucky are from rival families, but need to work together to save everything and everyone they love.

Naked Bucky : M / Stucky / Canon Divergent / Friends to Lovers / Public Nudity / Crack fic / Fluff - or the one where Steve is dumbstruck by a naked Bucky and maybe realises he's head over heels for his best friend.

I dreamt of you : M / Stucky / Canon Divergent / Bucky Barnes Recovering / Angst / Happy Ending / Christmas fic - or the one where Bucky's tangled memories of Christmas lead him right back to Steve Rogers.

I could drown myself : M / Stucky / Canon divergent / Bucky Barnes recovering / Memory Loss / Angst - Or the one where Bucky wakes up beside the Potomac with no memories of bring the Winter Soldier.

Hands: G / Stucky / Hurt/comfort / Steve Rogers needs a hug / Angst - or the one where Steve draws endless sketches of Bucky's hands (and the universe finds it in its heart to send Bucky back to him)

'James Barnes tastes like a peach' : M / Stucky / modern au / A Bucky Christmas Elf / Adorable Fluff - Or the one where Steve gets to finally find out if James Barnes really does taste like a peach (for science).

Knitting as therapy : T / Stucky / Canon Divergent / Knitting / Bucky Barnes Recovering / Oblivious Steve / Fluff - or the one where Bucky knits and Steve is an adorable idiot.

It's like that : M / Samquin / Fluff / Flirting - or the one where Joaquin has a thing for Sam Wilson and Sam Wilson doesn't mind at all.

Beautiful Rage : E / WinterBaron / Canon Divergent / Trash adjacent / Hate Sex - or the one where Bucky and Zemo hate each other just a little bit too much.

Collaborations:

No Vacancies - Collaborating with @the1918 E / Stucky / Modern Au / Enemies to Lovers / Only one Bed / Smut - or the one where Bucky and Steve are co-workers, and the conference hotel has a double-booking problem.

Black and Blue - Collaborating with @the1918 E / Stucky / Modern Au / Enemies to Lovers / Dom-Sub / Knifeplay / Bloodplay - or the one where Bucky and Steve are two American spies working for two different intelligence agencies and haven't really worked out how not to drive each other crazy.

Pin Me To Myself - Collaborating with @ixalit @trekchik @the1918 @becassine @kalee60 and @hanitrash E / Stucky / Canon Divergent / Endgame fix-it / Light Dom-Sub / Light Angst / Domestic Fluff - or the six times Steve got diddled and one time he got dicked.