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sceletaflores · 16 days ago

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I COULD PLAY THE DOCTOR (I CAN CURE YOUR DISEASE)

pair: logan howlett x fem!reader

wc: 4.1k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, established relationship, logan's pov, written with origins!logan in mind, nat veering dangerously closer to a/b/o territory with every passing day, rut cycles, oral sex (fem!receiving), fingering (fem!receiving), multiple orgasms, gratuitous amounts of dirty talk, p in v, rough sex, biting, hair pulling, size kink, belly bulging, pussy pronouns, one (1) single use of the word daddy, scent kink, pain kink, breeding kink ofc, knotting (don’t look at me…), squirting, porn w/ plot, no use of y/n.

nat’s note: don’t look at me…i don’t know how many times i swore up and down i’d never write something like this but i’m a confirmed liar apparently so…here. i mean i just figured i'm in a rut artistically so therefore the only answer is writing logan in a rut physically...i can do what i want and i don't need to explain myself or my horny thoughts. also, i debated posting this in the wake of everything that's gone down over the past two days that is still escalating and will continue to escalate in the coming weeks, but i think everyone could use a little escape from how scary things may seem right now. take a break from all the terrifying news sites and read about logan wanting to breed you :) kisses!

divider by angel @saradika-graphics!

it's been another six months, and logan needs your help...

The burn starts on the walk home from work, a pulse of heat deep in Logan's gut that grows with every step.

It spreads slowly, sinking into his muscles and seeping up his spine as he rounds the last corner, your place less than a block away now.

It caught him off guard this time, an itch burying itself under his skin earlier in the day only to get worse and worse as he worked.

He usually knew the signs well enough to feel them start creeping in, and he was dead sure it wasn't for another few weeks.

Apparently, he was wrong.

Logan’s jaw clenches as he picks up his pace, every nerve ending in his body straining to break into a full blown sprint at the thought of you, all alone and waiting for him.

His fingers curl into tight fists, nails pressing into his palms to ground himself, though it’s hardly enough. The faint scent of you drifts up from his shirt, not even a long day at the lumberyard enough to drown it out.

By the time he reaches your door, his heartbeat is a heavy thud in his ears, syncing with the building ache of desire wracking through his body like the earth rattling boom of a raging thunder storm.

He fumbles through getting his key into the lock, hands unsteady as he tugs the door open with a little more force than necessary and finally steps inside.

The second he closes the door behind him, the heat surges, thrumming through his veins and flooding his chest. Your scent fills the air completely, stronger now, wrapping around him so thick and sweet.

"Darlin'?" His voice comes out rougher than he intends, but he's beyond caring.

Your voice floats from the other room, casual, warm enough to send a jolt through him. Logan drops his axe from his shoulder, leaning it against the door as he starts down the familiar path to your bedroom.

You're spread out on his side of the bed—oblivious, curled up with a book, wrapped in one of the flannels he must have left the last time he stayed over.

Just the sight of you does something to him, like a match dragged against a strike pad, damned on setting everything ablaze.

You glance up, and the soft smile on your lips falters as you catch sight of him.

Logan knows what he must look like, his eyes all dark and predatory, chest heaving as he rakes his hungry gaze over you like a wolf watches a lamb grazing too close to its den.

He doesn’t say anything at first, just stalks toward you with a purpose that’s as undeniable as the heat pouring off him in waves.

The book slips from your fingers, forgotten, as you lean back, the small sound of your breath hitching under the weight of his gaze is music to his ears.

Logan pauses at the edge of the bed, towering over you, letting himself drink in the way you look. So soft and serene, like some kind of invitation that begs him closer. His flannel draped loosely over your shoulders–shrouding you in his scent.

The urge to pounce on you fights against his normal instinct to savor every second, to draw it out until the heat pooling in his gut becomes downright unbearable.

“Been thinkin’ about you all damn day,” he mutters, voice thick and dark as molasses, rough from restraint he’s quickly losing. His knuckles brush against your thigh, then tighten, holding you in place as he leans down, his breath hot against your neck. “Thinkin’ about what I was gonna when I finally got my hands on you.”

Your skin blooms with warmth beneath his touch, and he grins against your neck, the edge of his teeth grazing you just enough to make you squirm. He growls low in his throat, that itch he’s been fighting nearly all day clawing its way up to the surface with a vengeance.

The primal urge inside of him screaming to claim claim claim take take take mate mate mate breed breed breed.

You tilt your head to the side with a soft sigh, freeing up more space for him to nose along your skin. “Is it time?”

Logan's breath catches as your question hangs in the air, thick with anticipation. The soft simplicity of it ignites the wildfire burning in his gut, every ounce of restraint slipping away like sand through his fingers.

“Yeah, baby,” he growls, slipping his fingers under the worn cotton of your shorts, feeling the bare skin beneath. “It’s time.”

You shift, hands going to the buttons of his flannel like you’re going to take it off. Logan stops you, taking your wrists in his free hand.

“Don’t,” he breathes, shaking his head hard enough that his hair flows with it. “Leave it on.”

The thought of you covered in his scent, of his scent mixing with yours to claim you on a level only he can discern sends his mind buzzing.

You look up at him with those wide, trusting eyes, and something in him cracks wide open. The tenderness of your gaze pulls at him, like a tether pulling him back from the edge, but that heat still smolders in his blood, fierce and unyielding.

Logan runs his thumb along the racing pulse of your wrist before he drops them. His hands venture lower, fingers pressing against the inside of your thigh, tracing a deliberate path that makes your body tremble under his touch.

You let out a shuddering breath, the scent of your arousal swirling through the air is enough to make him crave more.

In one rough tug, Logan yanks you towards the edge of the bed as he falls to his knees. Your hips held tight in his hands as he lurches forward, burying his nose in the soft junction where your leg and inner thigh meet.

He inhales deep, greedy lungfuls of your scent. A guttural growl rumbles through his chest, his eyes screwing shut at the sheer amount of too much that courses through him. He feels dizzy with it, high on the pheromones pumping from you in waves.

You’re soaked already, the wet fabric of your shorts melded to the shape of your cunt. He can’t help but run his nose along the slick seam of you, reveling in the way your legs twitch on either side of his head, in the short gasp you let out.

“Logan.” Your voice is nothing but a mewl, pleading and desperate.

“Missed you,” he rasps, his voice rough, almost unrecognizable. The edge of need in him makes his hands shake, sliding up your thighs, urging them even further apart as he settles between them.

Logan’s fingers dig into your skin, he lets his thumbs brush up, hooking them into the waistband of your shorts to tug them down your legs in one sharp yank. He groans at the sight of you completely bare, no underwear.

“Fuck, look at you,” he grates, his thumb coming down to slip through your dripping cunt. Your hole flutters desperately around him, needy little clenches like it’s trying to suck him in. “She’s all ready for me, huh? Been waiting for me to come home and give her some attention?”

“Please,” you whimper, your voice thick with longing, the sound going straight to his head, clouding his thoughts.

Logan’s pulse races as he watches your body arch instinctively toward his touch, the desperate need in your eyes igniting the raw urges coursing through him.

He can’t deny you; he never could. You’re a feast laid out before him, and he’s starving.

Logan leans closer, letting his tongue flick out to taste you like he’s wanted to since he left for work this morning.

“Fuck,” he breathes, closing his eyes and losing himself in the moment. He licks a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit, savoring the way your body responds, the way your legs tremble and your hips twitch against his mouth, seeking more. “Tastes like fuckin’ heaven, sweetheart.”

The taste of you is intoxicating—sweet and tangy, flooding his senses with every drag and swirl of his tongue.

Logan can’t help but moan against you, the sound vibrating through your body as he dives deeper, his nose nudging against your slick entrance as he shakes his head back and forth like an animal—rubbing the plush skin of your inner thighs red and raw with each rough drag of his coarse beard.

Every flick of his tongue sends a shockwave through you, and he revels in the sounds you make—each whimper, each moan, a siren’s call urging him deeper. He laves his tongue around your clit, sucking it gently, pulling at it with his lips as you writhe beneath him, begging for more.

He keeps your thighs spread wide, two strong hands pinning them to the mattress so he can devour you just the way you deserve, the sharp dig of your heels into his shoulders only spurs him on.

Your hands bury themselves in his hair, tugging him closer, and he groans into you, letting his tongue delve deeper, seeking out every bit of sweetness he can coax from you.

It’s pure sin, each sound you make, each shiver that runs through you as he takes his time, drinking you down like a man starved.

The ache in him intensifies, his own need growing, pulsing. He’s hard, has been hard since he walked through the front door.

His cock strains against the zipper of his jeans, need pulsing in time with each pump of his blood through his shaft, circling around the base, threatening to expand even without the tight grip of your pussy surrounding him. His hips jerk up on their own volition, desperate for any friction.

“Just like that, Logan,” you gasp, voice breathy and trembling with pleasure.

The way you say his name—raw, desperate—makes his blood run hotter. He grips your thighs tighter, anchoring you to the bed as he drinks you in, wanting to lose himself in you completely.

Logan pulls away just long enough to catch his breath, looking up at you with lust-drunk eyes, drinking in the sight of your sweaty cheeks, your heavy-lidded gaze, the way your chest rises and falls with each shuddering breath.

The pulse of his cock intensifies, urging him to speed things along. The base desire of his own instincts is getting harder and harder to ignore under your adoring stare.

He feeds his fingers into your clenching hole with no warning, a satisfied smirk tugging his lips up at your sharp gasp. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip, the entire lower half of his face still shining with your essence.

Your cunt swallows him, two thick fingers sinking into the velvety heat like it’s nothing.

Logan groans as he feels you clench around him, your walls fluttering and drawing him in deeper. “That’s it, baby,” he mutters, his voice hoarse with need. “So fuckin’ ready for me, so ready for daddy’s fingers in your pussy.”

Your mouth drops open in another devastatingly desperate noise, your hands twist his hair roughly, soft breasts rising and falling each time you gasp for air. The dim light of the sunset filters in through the blinds, highlighting the curves of your body, slick and shining with a thin sheen of sweat.

Every clench of your walls around his fingers shoots a thrill straight to his cock, making him ache with the urge to bury himself inside you. The overwhelming need to take you completely, to mark you and fill you, pulses through his veins until he feels like he might explode.

But he’s not done tasting you yet. Not until you’re practically dripping onto the sheets.

He lowers his mouth back to your core, sucking your clit into his mouth as his fingers pump faster. The sudden intensity makes your thighs shake around his head, and he grins against you. He wants to see you fall apart—wants to feel it.

“Logan—please, I…” You can barely get the words out, voice breaking as your whole body strains against him, desperate and needy.

The wet slap of his palm against your spit soaked cunt is loud in the quiet of your bedroom, blending with the loud keens that fall from your parted lips. He crooks his fingers, rubbing at that soft, spongy spot inside of you.

“Come on,” he mutters, slick lips brushing against your clit as he speaks. “Give it to me, baby. Show me you're ready for my cock."

He drags the sharp edge of his canine against your pulsing clit with barely any pressure, and you're coming.

Your whole body tenses, back bowing off the mattress as you let out a broken cry of his name. The bite of your nails digging into his scalp feels harsh enough to draw blood, a feeble attempt at grounding yourself against the onslaught of pleasure.

Your trembling thighs tighten around his shoulders, gripping him like a vice as your shaking cunt gushes around his fingers. Logan groans at the feeling, eyes slipping shut as you drench his wrist and chin in your juices.

Even then, he doesn’t let up, fingers pumping relentlessly as he draws out every pulse, every aftershock of your climax, every tiny spray of your release splashing against his wrist.

He’s lost in the feel of you—slick and trembling under his hands, the scent of your release filling his lungs, thick and intoxicating.

You slump back against the bed, body limp and spent. His own need is a driving, aching force now, clawing at his insides, demanding more.

He slips his fingers free from your dripping heat, dragging them through the wetness coating his chin as he licks them clean with a growl, savoring every taste.

“Good girl,” he purrs, voice thick with pride and satisfaction as he pulls back, leaving your thighs twitching in the wake of his touch. But he still isn’t finished. Not even close.

You barely have time to catch your breath before Logan crawls up the bed, his eyes locked on you, pupils blown with need. He looms over you, hands planting on either side of your head. His cock grinds against you through the rough denim, and you can feel just how thick and hard he is, throbbing through the fabric, demanding to be freed.

With a low groan, he shifts his hips, dragging his bulge along your soaked cunt, sending another jolt of pleasure racing through you. His hands are all over you, gripping your waist, hot and possessive.

“Feel that?” he asks, pressing his lips the wild flutter of your pulse, the need to sink his teeth in the soft skin of your neck raises the hair on the back of his neck. “That’s what you do to me baby. Got me hard as a fuckin’ rock, just aching to be inside you.”

Your arms circle his shoulders, clawing at the fabric off his shirt. “Need you inside me, Logan. Please, want it so bad.”

The pure need lacing your words, your scent calling out to him, the way he can feel the front of his jeans getting soaked through with the slick pouring from your cunt all pull him deeper into the recesses of his hind-brain.

The mounting desperation to stuff you full of his cock finally reaches a fever pitch.

With a deep growl, Logan rears back as far as he can bear, just enough to tear his shirt over his head before he fumbles with the heavy buckle of his belt to free his aching cock.

He shoves his jeans down, boxers quickly following until there’s nothing separating him from the cool air of your bedroom. His cock springs free, hot and flushed an angry red color, drooling from the tip enough that it drips down to stain the pretty floral sheets of your bed.

Your eyes zero in on him, mouth dropping open at the sight. His cock so heavy it doesn’t curve upward to slap against his stomach, instead it hangs down to sway between his thighs as he moves closer.

Your legs spread as he nears, slick covered thighs parting to make room for him to slot between them. So obedient, so good, so well trained.

Logan takes himself in his hand, nearly wincing at the blazing temperature of his skin. He secures his hand around the base, squeezing where his knot threatens to pop before he’s even got in you.

He slips the angry head through the folds of your cunt, slapping it against your clit with a wet ‘thwack’ sound. He can feel the way it twitches and shakes, just as desperate as him.

“Look at that,” he mutters darkly, eyes glued to where he’s laid his cock flat against your stomach, leaking pre-come all over your soft skin. “How’s it gonna fit, baby?” He shifts his hips, sawing his length back and forth to see just how deep in you he’ll be.

Your glassy eyes drop, a broken moan passing through your slack lips when you take in the sight. Your hips rise off the bed, grinding your cunt along the seam of his heavy balls, along the prominent vein trailing up the underside.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Logan grits out, eyes hooded and dark as he watches you grind against him. “You’re gonna take it all. Gonna make you feel every last fuckin’ bit of me.”

He groans, gritting his teeth as he presses in further, each inch a battle against the tight, molten heat that grips him like a vice. Your body shudders as he fills you, your slick warmth pulling him deeper and deeper, and he sinks down until he’s fully seated, his hips flush with yours.

The pressure is mind-numbing, your walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses that make his vision blur. He stills for just a second, savoring the way your body stretches around him, hugging him in a way that feels like it was made for him alone.

Logan watches your face as you adjust to the stretch, your brows pinched together, each breath coming fast and shallow, your eyes glazed with pleasure.

Then, your hands come to his shoulders, nails digging little crescent moons into his skin as you nod your head, ready.

It’s all the confirmation he needs. His hips pull back before he slams in again, the force of it jolting your whole body. He presses his forehead to your shoulder, teeth bared as he muffles a snarl against your skin.

Logan thrusts again, and again, and again, hips setting a merciless pace as he watches the way your breasts bounce with each thrust, each little shudder.

His mouth waters with the need to taste, to sink his teeth into your supple skin hard enough to pierce clean through, hard enough to scar.

Sweat drips down the length of his spine, across his brow. It mats down the hair scattered over his chest, his dog tags slick with it when they bounce off his skin with each thrust. The grip of his hands tightens on your hips, it’s taking everything in him to hold back and yet he knows you’ll still bruise tomorrow.

Pretty hues of dark purples and yellows in the shape of his fingers, ones he’ll catch you admiring in the bathroom mirror, pressing your own fingertips into them to feel the dull ache—to remember this moment.

“Made for this, aren’t you?” he rasps, his voice dark and possessive. “Made to take me, to be mine.”

The words barely leave his mouth before he’s bending down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries as he drives into you, pushing you both closer to that sweet edge.

“Fuck, Logan,” you gasp, breaking the kiss as your body trembles under him. “Can–ah!–can feel you in my stomach…”

Your hand drops from his shoulder, slipping between your bodies to rest over the sweaty expanse of your belly. Logan’s eyes follow your path, a feral growl bursting from his chest before he can stop it.

He’s transfixed by it, sure that if he pressed his hand to the soft skin of your lower stomach right over your own, that he’d feel it. Feel the way his cock punches up against your insides, so deep it's like he’s rearranging your guts to make room.

“Fuck.” His voice is nothing but a gravelly rumble, hoarse and dark as midnight. His hips speed up impossibly faster, chasing the feeling of your clenching walls choking the length of his cock so tight he thinks it might snap off at the base.

The flimsy headboard of your bed slams against the wall, creaky mattress springs screaming under his ministrations.

You feel like salvation, like the first rays of light after too many years spent in the dark.

He feels it with each kiss of his cock against your cervix, in the way your lips fit in the junction of his neck, in the red welts your nails leave on the skin of his back. He feels alive, truly alive, for the first time in decades.

“Say my name,” he grates, his hand cupping the back of your neck, coaxing you to look up at him, lips close enough to taste the heat radiating from his skin. “Tell me who you belong to.”

"Logan," you gasp, your voice breathy, edged with desperation as he pushes you closer to the brink. "Yours. Only yours."

A broken, shaky noise falls from his lips as he buries his face in your neck. He mouths at your skin desperately, presses his nose to where your scent is the strongest.

Flashes of his release spraying your insides play behind his closed eyes, thoughts of drenching you so thoroughly that it has to take only forcing his hips to slam against the rippling muscle of your ass like you have your own magnetic pull. He feels it building, the slow swell of his knot presses against your folds, ready to burst.

“Come on, honey,” he begs, thumb coming down to rub slow circles over your slick clit. “Come with me, soak my cock. Show me how much you love it, how much you love me.”

Pathetic little uh uh uh’s fall from you with every thrust, broken up only by the breathy whines of his name as he pounds into you hard enough to push your body higher up the mattress. Finally, with a loud roar, he stuffs his growing knot inside of your cunt.

Logan’s teeth sink into your neck before he can even think twice about it, the thick spray of his come filling you as his hands pull your hips down even further over his cock. He needs to be as deep in you as possible, to press forward until he can’t anymore, until his aching balls are flush with your gushing cunt.

He watches with rapt attention as you come with a loud wail, just from the feeling of his knot slotting into place. The clamp of your thighs over his hips is nearly as tight as the way your cunt seizes around him like it’s scared he’ll leave.

He groans at the over stimulation of your cunt milking his cock. Your slick leaks around the base of him, your shaking hole plugged so full it can only slip along the creamy ring to splash weakly against his thighs and hips.

Logan licks along the spot where his teeth pierced your skin, planting one last kiss before he’s taking you in his arms and rolling onto his back atop the mattress. The plush comforter sticks to his skin, your own sweaty body slipping against his as he tries his best to not jostle you too much while keeping you stuffed full of his cock.

He holds you to his chest until your breathing evens out, until your body stops trembling on top of his, until you’re nosing along the column of his neck.

“Logan?” Your voice is tiny, hoarse and scratchy. He feels your hand drawing absent minded shapes along the skin of his stomach. A circle, a star, a figure eight, a heart.

“Yeah baby?” he says, pressing his lips to the crown of your head, eyes slipping shut at the content feeling that spreads through him.

“Love you,” you murmur, voice soft but sure, the words slipping out without hesitation.

It’s the first time you’ve said it today, and hearing those three words from you sends warmth flooding through him.

Logan shifts slightly, pulling you even closer, his hand moving to the back of your head, cradling you with a kind of tenderness he used to think he’d never be capable of. “I love you too, darlin’. More than you know.”

Your body relaxes against him, the lingering effects of your shared intimacy still buzzing through your limbs, but now there’s a sense of peace, of safety, and a deeper connection.

He can feel the way your fingers curl lightly against his skin, the quiet smile that must be tugging at your lips as you press a kiss to the side of his neck.

And in that moment, with everything settled around him, Logan knows that this, right here, is everything.

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wangxianficfinder · 7 months ago

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1. Hey! I am looking for a fic that's about WWX and LWJ being happily married, happily adopting children, and I think JC wants to reconcile? The children all have "Si" as the first character of their name, because Lan Elders questioned them being LSZ's siblings? Or something? I think LSZ arranged the children to "suddenly" appear in front of his parents too and they are oblivious but JC finds out and is surprised how sly LSZ is? They have a house in the outskirts of Cloud Recesses I think. Thank you so much!

FOUND? ❤️ Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste (T, 36k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Adoption, Family Fluff, Kid fic, Family drama, Fluff)

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2. turning to you for this person's hour of need

i swear ive read this fic before also but i cant remember,,,, theres more info in the comments as well about how it Might be librarian/(equally scholar) lwj & they might be post grad. also he might be quoting mary oliver (but they speculate it theyre mixing fics) @revellingfate

FOUND! Lans Never Kiss and Tell by FeelsForBreakfast (E, 30k, wangxian, Modern, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Humor, LWJ FUCKS, wwx and lwj are both like ‘I could never be the one for him :(’, and all their friends are like ‘you freaks deserve each other’, Mutual Pining, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, modern diaspora au) they said they found it in the twitter thread 😊

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3. hi! looking for a fic i read at some point that had a scene (i think towards the end?) where someone lets slip something about LSZ's identity in front of JC (maybe WWX is being affectionate? or Sizhui says something to him or LWJ?) and for a second they all freeze because what if JC hates him for having been born a Wen, but instead JC's reaction is something along the lines of "oh thank god it IS you" + checking that that's what they meant and he really *was* Wen Yuan bc JC had looked during and after the siege but couldn't find a trace of him and had hoped all these years that LWJ's mystery kid was secretly Wen Yuan but never dared ask in case he wasn't, and so finding out it really was him all along is a huge relief.

thank you!! @aroace-lukeskywalker

NOT FOUND! 江山如有待 | It Seems the Hills and Rivers Have Been Waiting by ScarlettStorm (E, 295k, OFC/JC, Slow Burn, Post-Canon, (mostly), Transfem Character, WQ Lives, Fighting as Flirting, Fighting as Foreplay, qs also lives, demisexual JC, sex disaster jc, Femdom, switch rights, Eventual Smut)

FOUND! Build Your Home (on a landslide) by John_lzhc (T, 55k, LSZ & WWX, JC & WWX, WangXian, LSZ & LJY, Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Families of Choice, PTSD, Flashbacks, Grief/Mourning, best boy LSZ, Hopeful Ending, canon typical references to genocide, JC & WWX reconciliation, Family Dynamics, Fluff and Angst, Trans Male Character, Trans WWX, Alcohol, Implied/Referenced Alcohol, Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied Pregnancy, Implied Miscarrage, Happier Than It Sounds, WWX is the best teacher, WangXian forshadowed, Gratuitous use of the word "fuck", Found Family, Romance, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, Dissociation, Mental Breakdown, Teaching, LWJ being horny on main, Menstruation, grief and mourning, Marriage Negotiations, moderate shenanigans, asexual LJY, LJY third generation gremlin, soft italicised 'oh' moment) There's an encounter like this with JC near the end of the 3rd part.

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4. hello. i was trying to find this fic but now am unable to but it's modern au where wwx tells lwj that if they aren't married by 30, they will marey each other but just as they start hitting 30 wwx starts dating someone (i don't remember if it's mianmian or someone else).

FOUND? By 30 by x_los (T, wangxian, Modern, Accidental Marriage, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Didn't Know They Were Dating, Mutual Pining, Fuck Trees)

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5. Ugh I'm sorry but I have a really vague one >.< I remember that Wwx is staying with Lwj post (cql?) canon and they are kind of together but haven't slept together yet. It goes on for a while and one thing I remember is that when they do finally do it it's a hot night and a summer storm is happening. Thanks! @yilingweiclan

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6. hii!! i need help finding this fic where wei ying finds or adopts (?) a bunny and then throughout the story he names the bunny/bunnies (?) pun names related to pop culture. it was a modern au and at this point of the story wangxian is already in a relationship(?)

thats all i remember from this fic. thank u in advance for ur hardwork <3

FOUND! Postcards from the Horizon by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (T, 7k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, JC/WQ, WIP, Epilogues, yunmeng bros reconciliation, rabbit acquisition)

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7. hello, pls i am rooting for this

Can anyone find a fic abt HuaLian being WWX parents, and it is Canon divergence? I feel like I ever read it, but in the same time i dont know 😭😭😭

FOUND? 🔒 a warm coal in the hearth of our hearts by eccentrick (T, 46k, XL & WWX, HC & WWX, SQX & WWX, hualian, Found Family, fluff with plot, Fluff and Angst, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Disabled Character, Ableism, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs, slow burn found family, Gender Stuff brought to you by SQX, HuaLian Adopt WWX, Married HuaLian, Post-Canon TGCF, Kid Fic, TGCF Spoilers) I'm sure there are so many, but this is the one I thought of first. Wwx living on the streets and finding shelter in an abandoned temple. Will make you feel a lot of big feelings.

FOUND? Hua Xianle by Tiffany_Guinne (Not rated, 249k, hualian, wangxian, TGCF, Not Jiāng Family Friendly, Madam Lan Lives, Not JFM & YZY Friendly, Bad Parent JFM, Bad Parent YZY, overprotective hualian as parents, WWX is good at feelings, WWX knows self preservation, and self love, WWX NHS and JZX are friends, Not JC Friendly, No Golden Core Transfer, Canon Divergence, Ghosts and Gods are wrapped around WWX's fingers, LWi is a Panicked Gay, WWX is kinda sickly, WWX is not named Wuxian, HuaLian Adopt WWX, WWX has selective mutism, PM is the uncle that teaches you how to flirt, Grandfather JW, MNQ is the grandmother then?, SQX is the aunt/uncle that spoils WWX, all of them spoils him actually, They have a competition on who will be the fave uncle or aunt, and this is a story about how A-Ying disses HC on a daily basis just to make fun of him, he loves his adie though, no HC is harmed in the creation of this story, i can't say the same for the Jiang though, Creepy JFM, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, HUA YING DOES NOT GET RAPED!, Can't say the same for some unwanted...people, Don't like, Don't read, This starts of mild and fluffy though, WIP)

FOUND? let this soul be your whisper by merthurlin (T, 28k, hualian, wangxian, post TGCF canon, post first siege of burial mounds, canonical character death, canon divergence, found family) has Xie Lian take in Wei Wuxian for three years before his 3rd ascension.'has Xie Lian take in Wei Wuxian for three years before his 3rd ascension.

FOUND? Narrative of Strength by erosophic (T, 67k, hualian, wangxian, WWX & XL, WWX & HC, FX & MQ & XL, JC & WWX, FengQing, Canon Divergence, HuaLian Adopt WWX, Found Family, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, XL takes WWX as a disciple, Protective XL, Protective HC, Adoption, Kidnapping, Attempted Kidnapping, QR being QR, Serious Injuries, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence)

If all else fails, searching the Hualian adopt wwx tag on ap3 might get you something

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8. Hi! I am looking for a fic where everyone except Wei Ying is a shifter. However, during the attack on Lotus Pier, Wei Ying shifts into a Phoenix/Feng Huang, a clan that was destroyed years ago. He has powers to heal others and so Jiang Fengmian orders everyone in Lotus Pier to keep it a secret. He was also pregnant and gave birth to A-Yuan. Any leads will be much appreciated! Thank you in advance😊 @lilaccamellia

FOUND? Changes by Duochanfan (Not Rated, 80k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Drama, Mpreg, Shapeshifters AU, Sunshot Campaign, Baby LSZ, Angst with a Happy Ending, JGS is a warning unto himself, Past Miscarriage, Good YZY, injuries, Death of people, Not anyone we like)

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9. For the next FF, I'm looking for 2 fics: (A) burial mounds arc, yiling Wei sect fic where they advertised cultivators could come perform the burial rites of their sects to lay to rest their dead from the resentful masses in the burial mounds. I think this made them a legit sect. (B) I'm not sure why but LWJ married WY, possibly to protect him? WY was severely injured by zidian and he was bedridden while LWJ was sent to the indoctrination. The one scene I recall is WY made a talisman that exploded a Wen attacker's head.

9A)

I've read 9A! Can't find it now, but perhaps additional info will help: there's a rouge cultivator hanging around the burial mounds, who turns out to be Madame Lan, and I think Lan Qiren recognizes her while on a visit to lay to rest Lan ghosts? Later he brings over LWJ and LXC for a reunion.

FOUND? Claiming Life from Death by MarbleGlove (E, 24k, WWX & WQ, wangxian, Golden Core cultivation and theory, Canon Divergence, the wen remnants survive, the burial mounds settlement survives, Pining WWX, Rumors, lying is forbidden but what is truth, Past Rape/Non-con, LQR is trying his best, Porn With Plot, Light Bondage, missing core reveal, YLLZ WWX)

9B)

FOUND! 🧡 To have and to hold by Moominmammashandbag (M, 78k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Major character injury, CQL verse, Happy Ending) the head exploding is in ch 13

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10. hellooo! i just opened my x app (twitter) and found a short art/comic story where child!wangji suddenly became a bunny and then found that he's at the back of the jingshi (there are other bunnies) then child!wuxian came and saw bunji. i think thats the part 1/5(?). when im about to read the thread, its all gone. im been scrolling thru my feed but i cant find it. can u guys help me find it? thank you so much in advance!

FOUND! twitter thread i think is this!

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11. Hey,

Can you help me find a fic. I don't really remember much except that the yiling city (or burial mounds ) was like well- developed and a flourishing place. Hope you can find the fic @mayavsworld

FOUND? 💖🔒 love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, YLLZ WWX, Arranged Marriage, political scheming, Gratuitous Domesticity, Mutual Pining, EXTREME SLOWBURN, the inherent eroticism of the forehead ribbon, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, neither wwx nor lwj want to be Perceived, but sorry kids! it’s gonna happen!, rated E but the the NSFW stuff doesn’t begin until chapter 19!, bottom LWJ in chapter 20 and 27) Has a well developed community in the burial mounds?

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12. Hi! Wishing the mods to have a wonderful day

I need help finding a fic, could you help pls?

It was a Wangxian one shot that took place in modern settings, specifically it was about wangxian having (adopting?) a baby during quarantine and not telling their family & friends until they are invited to a party/reunion and they just… bring the baby, surprise!

I WAS 90% sure it was called “Quarantine baby” but I can’t for the light of me find it. At this point I just want to know if it was deleted or I’m misremembering something. Anyway thanks for all your work! @neko-in-gotham

FOUND! What is on my kitchen table? by tigerlilly3224 (G, 3k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, Modern, A/B/O, Family Fluff, Family Feels, Cute, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Alpha JC, Alpha LXC, Alpha NMJ, Alpha LQR, Post Mpreg, Pandemics, Family Bonding, Siblings JC & WWX, Protective LWJ, Parents WangXian, Soft WangXian, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, LJY Being LJY)

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13. I've read this fanfic around 2021 and I forgot the title. I barely remember the details about it but I know it's good and I want to read it again, and it was an incomplete work way back so I'm wondering if it's completed already. It's about LWJ and WWX (participating?) in this kind of survival in the (purgatory?) and like they faced challenges under that and striving to survive until the very end to find their way out... really forgot the complete details but I swear it was good

NOT FOUND and from our own/live to ourselves by betweentheheavesofstorm (M, 105k, wangxian, Modern, Fantasy, Reality TV, Arctic Survival, Blood Magic, Blood and Gore, Getting Together, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Self-Harm, Bloodletting, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Animal Death, Hunting, Mild Sexual Content)

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14. Hi, I hope all is well with you.

I'm looking for 2 fanfics.

A - is wangxian, where lwj convinces wwx to return with him to gusu and remove his resentful energy and in return he will give a piece of land near the Cloud Recesses to the Wen Remnantslive in. but what lwj doesn't know is that resentful energy is the only thing keeping wwx alive. when trying to remove it he almost kills wwx and if wen qin hadn't been there it was very likely that he would have really died. Upon accepting LWJ's proposal, WWX knew he was going to die and asked LWJ to be the one to remove the resentful energy. has a happy ending.

B - lwj is a courtesan in a brothel near the tombs and wwx goes there for lwj's music to calm the resentful energy within him. when lwj calms the energy wwx returns to seem human. it's a fic where the monsters from the tombs come out to fight the wens and wwx is the patriarch of these monsters from what I remember.

thanks. @lilianeheart

14A)

FOUND? decay by antebunny (G, 16k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, big sister WQ just wants her stupid little brother WWX to take care of himself, warnings for WWX's typical level of self-care, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, the fluffiest ending, Hurt/Comfort, Podfic Available)

14B)

FOUND? start by pulling him out of the fire by tidemakers (T, 15k, wangxian, Creatures & Monsters, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Mild Gore, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV LWJ, YLLZ WWX, Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, Hurt WWX)

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15. What I remember is toward the end of a time travel story after defeating wen ruohan, wei wuxian is confronted by mend yap who was sent back by accident. Thing was that wei wuxian wasn’t actually one of the people sent back he was just told about it and he has to sit and stall while meng yao tries to turn him against I think lan xichen. I think it ends up with wei wuxian getting injured and knocked out after meng yao is stopped (still in wrh’s throne room)

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16. Hello There! Hope you are doing good!! I read this fic a long ago Idk where i found it. In which WWX unintentionally adopts a dog and as we know WWX and His naming skills. he accidently named the puppy "Hey". There was some scenes with JL too about how to train the dog. It was post canon I think. please help me find this fic. thank you!!! @vbhardwaj-reads

FOUND? Imprints by Lisa_Telramor (G, 47k, wangxian, accidental puppy adoption, Humor, Panic Attacks, phobia recovery, Post-Canon, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Poor Life Choices, because WWX has trouble putting his mental health first, Self-Acceptance, don't face your phobias the wei WWX does it, that would probably make the trauma worse, jumping through mental hoops to combat phobias, Developing Relationship, fluff with a side of anxiety lol, WWX adopts a puppy, Dogs)

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17. Hello!

I am desperatly looking for a fic about Jiang Cheng and Nie Huisang. I literally cannot find it anywhere. It was post canon mostly, they were hooking up or sth and Huisang was dealing with resentful energy in his region and being chief cultivator. at some point Jiang Cheng broke it off, they only saw each other in passing on conferences and then huisang had qi deviation. wangxian was there trying to stop it but ultimately jiang cheng sort of brought him back. if you know this fanfic or anyone who i can ask i'll owe you my life @pandemonium39

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18. Lost fic!! (Also tw for mention of SA)

It was a modern au, wei ying ran away as a teenager and lz bumps into him at a market, WY is with the wens and also has a close relationship with xue yang (they are kinda ex's) and then it turns out the JFM had attempted to assault WY as a teem and madame yu blamed WY, and JC and JYL and LZ are all in a group chat where they talk about WY and how much they miss him

FOUND? clean from the war (your heart fits like a key) by sysrae (E, 28k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reunions, past xy/wwx, xy is fucked up but not evil, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, past wwx/jfm, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Abuse, Rape Recovery, transphobic violence, Victim Blaming, Past wei Wuxian/others, allusions to past self-harm)

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19. Hiiiiiii!! I was looking for fic where I think Madam Yu kills Wei Ying and then Lan Wangji finds his soul? And I think somehow the Lan convinces Wei Ying to confess about what Madam Yu did to the Jiang siblings. And Wei Ying was sure that it won't go well but confessed anyway and Jiang Cheng didn't believe him. That's all I can remember.

And Thank you so much for all your work!! @yilinglaobunny

FOUND? I'd give anything to hear you say it one more time by Unicornelia96 (T, 54k, wangxian, Major Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, No Sunshot Campaign, Angst, Reincarnation, Character Death, Sad LWJ, LWJ Needs a Hug, Suicidal Thoughts, POV LWJ, POV Multiple, but mostly LWJ)

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20. Hello! I wanted to ask about this one fic where I think the entire Lan clan traveled back in time or at least had an idea of future events and so, during the Cloud Recesses Arc, they were super kind to Wei Wuxian cause they knew that Lan Wangji was going to be marrying him at some point. Lan Wangji was horknee gripping all the way when Wei Ying and him sparred and Lan Qiren was exasperated while Jiang Cheng was confused throughout the whole ordeal.

FOUND? 🔒💖 Flawed and Free by Vrishchika (E, 18k, wangxian, major character death, time travel fix-it, dark gusu lan, dark LWJ, dark LXC, not JC friendly, temporary character death, angst, hurt/comfort, WIP)

FOUND? Cluster of Clouds by Nika_Raven_Celeste (T, 20k, wangxian, LQR & WWX, JC & WWX, time travel, post-canon lans time travel, cloud recesses study era, confused WWX, soft LQR, soft LWJ, not JC friendly, not YZY friendly, genius WWX, horny LWJ, oblivious WWX, WIP)

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 8 months ago

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Honeyed Lips. Siren Hips.

Wordcount: 12k

Summary:

Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky. Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky x Steve. A simple night out takes a turn Honey wasn't expecting. New paths and opportunities are discovered. How will they all fair in the end?

Warnings:

Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Romantic Fluff, Smut, Shameless Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Polyamory, Female Character of Color, Alternate Universe - CanonAlternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Threesome - F/M/M, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Making Love, Alternate Universe - BDSM, Light BDSM, Dom/sub Undertones, Light Dom/sub, Soft Thor (Marvel), Protective Bucky Barnes, Sassy Steve Rogers, Dom Bucky Barnes, Dom Steve Rogers, Dom Thor (Marvel)

Notes:

Hello Heathens! Lyrics used are from: Just A Boy - Alaina Castillo and Whole Lotta Woman - Kelly Clarkson They will be in bold and italic. I do not own the rights to either of those song and implore you to give them a listen. Also give Play With Fire - Sam Tinnesz ft Yacht Money a listen when things start to heat up. Happy reading!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

A Charity event with the Avengers in attendance is a normal occurrence for you nowadays. Using your charming personality to help aid the team in winning over donors. A sweet smile and stroke of the ego never hurts to get them to shell over copious amounts of money to a deserving cause.

What started as a fun night out with her superhero boyfriends Thor and Bucky; along with their crazy group of friends who have quickly become like family to you, has slowly started to turn sour. Thor’s ex, Jane Foster, is in attendance at said charity event and clearly still has heart eyes for the God of Thunder. Going so far as to steal his attention throughout the event.

She has completely disregarded that you walked in on his arm and that he is just as much your man as Bucky is. Constantly having to touch him or graze her hand down his bicep while he talks and makes polite conversation with her because that’s who your puppy is; sweet and oblivious at times.

As the night carries on, you slowly become more affected with the disrespect you are being shown by the lovely Doctor. Bucky knows that even though you're giving off a calm demeanor and charming the pants off the donors as you mingle, that something is off with their girl.

Your smile isn’t quite reaching your eyes and every so often you glance in Thor’s direction to see if he is still entertaining Jane's attention. And every time you clock that he hasn't moved from the spot where he, Banner, Jane and Darcy have been conversing, he notices your walls notching back into place. Walls they worked hard to knock down.

What it really comes down to is this, even though you are mentally stronger than the both of them, so damn sure of yourself and independent that it's sexy as hell, you still have moments of insecurity like the rest of us. Sometimes, though rare, but they do happen, you feel like you’re not worthy of having the love of them both.

You make it a point not to waste the time you spend with them and enjoy every moment you all have together. Even the fights, because between their job protecting the world and just life in general, it’s not guaranteed that they’ll both still be yours tomorrow. So seeing one of the men you are so deeply in love with seemingly having a great time catching up with his ex, well it stings.

It’s not that he’s spending time talking to her, you’re friendly with some of your ex’s yourself. It's that she’s monopolized his attention this evening and even though you three came together, he has not once sought you out since you and Bucky went to make the rounds with the donors.

And of course you feel horrible for feeling even the tiniest bit insecure right now, because that's taking away from you enjoying time with Bucky the way you should be. It’s best to just slap a pleasant smile on your face, dance with your favorite Supersoldier and try to enjoy the rest of the event. Hopefully you can make up for lost time with Thor at the after party.

There is no way you’re letting this dress go to waste. You look like a real life melanated Jessica Rabbit tonight and if he wants to spend his time with Plain Jane instead of showing you off then so be it. The, Fuck It, has officially hit your system.

As Bucky holds you close, swaying along to slow jazz on the dance floor, he leans in and gently kisses your neck. Whispering in your ear. “You’ve hid it well from everyone else, but I know it's hurting you that we walked in, arm in arm, you sandwiched between us. Where you always belong by the way. And yet you’ve only really been occupying my space as the night has gone on.” You scoff.

“It’s ok, sweetness. You don't have to admit it for me to see the truth in those soulful eyes of yours. They speak volumes.” You get lost in his steel blues for a moment before he continues on.

“I know, you know how much he loves you. How lucky he feels to call you his. Just like I am. But he is also an oblivious oaf at times and tonight is just proof of that. Now, I’m going to literally sweep you off your feet on this dance floor and smother you in so much attention you forget there is even anyone else in the room. Including Thor.” He smirks, enticing the first real smile out of you in hours.

“Then we’re going to head back to the compound for the after-party and get you lost some more. Hopefully with an extra set of arms to wrap around you on the dance floor. Your night is going to end with this dress decorating my bedroom floor regardless.” He chuckles. “How’s that sound babygirl? Can you do that for me?”

“When you speak so sweetly to me, how could I possibly say no, Sir.” You respond with feigned innocence.

His grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you closer and lets out a light growl. “You’re going to be the death of me one day.”

That is where the rest of your time was spent at the event. Wrapped up in Bucky's arms on the dance floor until Tony informed everyone it was time to head back home and really get the party started. Reaching the limos you all climb in. Thor being the last one to get into the one you and Bucky occupied with Steve, Sam and Nat. Or so you thought, until one Jane Foster piled in behind him.

You seem to have stopped breathing, squeezing Bucky’s flesh hand until he lays a kiss on your temple to soothe you. Thor glances your way and smiles that disarming smile of his. Eyes wandering your curves, like he didn't get an up close and personal look before the event. It’s a look bathed in lust that you want to bask in, but you’re still a bit hurt by how tonight has turned out thus far.

So you just smile back and turn your head to whisper in Bucky’s ear. “I’m barely holding it together right now. I cant believe she is in here trying to cuddle up to him in front of me and he’s just letting it happen. The disrespect is just too much for me. I want to be petty so damn bad right now.”

He can feel your body begin to slightly shake from holding everything in, trying not to make a scene and be ‘that girl’. Natasha can feel it too and is not pleased with Jane or Thor. Her dagger eyes firmly shot in their direction. Making Thor scrunch his eyebrows in confusion as to why he is getting stared down by the Black Widow.

Cradling your cheek in his metal hand to keep your eyes on him and only him, he places a soft tinder kiss on your lips. “Don’t worry Honey, when he snaps to his senses and realises what's happening, he’ll be begging on his knees for you to forgive him. He’d sooner lose a limb than willingly cause you pain of any kind. Just rest up for now. Our night has truly only just begun.” With a nibble to your bottom lip he pulls you close, tucking your head under his chin to face Nat while he caresses your back.

Thor watches this sweet exchange between his partners with curiosity and love in his eyes. It’s definitely not the first time he’s seen Bucky taking care of you when you're feeling vulnerable; but it is the first time he’s ever seen it happen in front of the others. You are always so independent and strong. Even when hanging out at the compound, charming everyone around you. He’s wondering what is making you so reserved and quiet.

Come to think of it, he barely saw you during the event, losing track of time conversing with Jane and Banner. Then when he and Jane got into the limo you only gave him a small smile instead of your usual greeting reserved for just him. What is going on with his sweet one?

It is while he is trying to figure out what could possibly have made your bright light dim a bit tonight, that he is shaken from his thoughts as Jane grazes her hand along his forearm to get his attention. Not removing it when he turns his head to face her.

“Thanks for keeping me company tonight Thor. You know how I get when I have to go to these things. I’m excited to see the rest of the compound as well. I’ve only really been in the labs with Banner. Maybe you can give me a tour of the best parts?”

Although your head was turned away from them, Jane wasn't trying to keep her voice down and you heard every word she uttered, the innuendo not hidden to your well trained ears.

Private tour my ass, she just wanted to get my man alone and try her luck. Fucking classless bitch. I’m right fucking here in the limo with you. I may not be on his lap but he’s still mine, hoe. Don’t make me use these hands on you in this confined space.

Bucky could feel your grip on his shirt, covered by his suit jacket, tighten as your temper rose. Other than that small hidden detail, to the rest of the limo you seemed calm and content. Nat knew better of course, her meddling is the whole reason you three are even together.

Being so close with the Black Widow has its advantages. Her protective nature is definitely one of them. Knowing you were trying to refrain from losing it in this limo, Nat took it upon herself to gather some info.

“Jane?” she spoke.

“Nat. Don't.” You whispered with clenched teeth at her. She calmly patted your thigh, giving it a little squeeze and continued.

“Yes, Natasha?” Her hand was still on his damn arm as she turned to Nat.

“How long are you staying in town this time before you head off to your next venture?”

“Oh. Well I don't know exactly. I have nothing pending and Bruce has asked me to help him out. He offered for me to stay at the compound for the time being while I help, until I commit to where I am going next.”

“So you have no plans to leave anytime soon?” Nat queried.

Turning her head and smiling up at Thor before turning back to face Nat while grazing his arm, “No I don't.”

Bucky can't help but glare at is partner as he feels your breath quicken against his chest. He notices that Thor’s eyes are set on you and only you cuddled up to him. He almost looks envious that their girl is wrapped around only him and not sandwich between them like normal.

Interesting. So he is aware something is off. He’s just too damn oblivious to realize that it's him that has her this way. Come on Thor get it together before she does something drastic with her extra ass self.

“Isn’t it great Thor?” Jane asks him, breaking him out of his daze of watching his partners looking so sweet and loving.

“Hm. What’s great?” He replies.

“That we’ll be staying at the same place again. It’s been so long since we were in the same place together for a period of time.” She beams up at him.

“You’re staying at the compound? Well that’s wonderful Jane. I hope you enjoy your stay. I know you and Banner will be doing great things in the lab.” He smiled politely back at her.

Before she can respond the limo slows to a stop.

Bucky kisses your head. “We’re here sweetness. Are you ready to head into the party or do you need a minute first?”

You shake your head. “No. I’m good. I need to get my body moving before I do something crazy, like snatch a bitch by her hair and drag her along the driveway.”

He pulls you in for a quick kiss, placing you on his lap as everyone begins to get out. “The death of me, I swear. As hot as that would be to witness, how ‘bout we just go have a drink. You can grind up against me on the dance floor and then make use of that unresolved anger while you ride me later. I’ll even let you use my favorite knife on me if you want. Make a real mess.”

You squirm at the image he has just produced in your mind. He just had to bring up your shared knife kink. Asshole . You absentmindedly play with the tied back hair on the nape of his neck. “ Mmm. You sure do know how to turn a girls night around don’t you, Sir.”

Leaning in, you press a kiss to his adams apple. “Guess we better get started on your plan then. Looks like I’m all yours tonight Sir.” You get off of his lap and proceed to exit the limo.

After adjusting his hardened dick in his pants, he quickly follows. Grasping your hand as you start to head inside, he spins you around and plants a soul stealing kiss on your lips as he dips you. Thor watches on from the doorway before he’s pulled away by a call of his name.

He brings you back up slowly, pulling you tight against his chest. “You know I love you right? No matter what happens tonight, I’m not going anywhere. And neither is he. Though he may need a reminder of just who he belongs to. I am more than happy to help you teach him a lesson.”

“Dammit James. Warn a woman before you go and make her weak in the knees.” You lightly slap him on the chest. “And I love you too baby. Now let’s go school all of these fools on what it's like to be mine. I apologize in advance for any extra sass you may encounter tonight. It’s not aimed at you Sir, I promise. I’m still your good girl. Thor on the other hand… well I can't be sweet all the time now can I.”

Placing his hand on the small of your back, he leads you both inside, heading straight for the bar. The singer from the live band Tony hired sounds familiar to you and while Bucky is ordering your drinks, you turn to the stage, a bright smile bursts across your face.

No wonder they sounded familiar, you used to be a part of the band years ago, leading it with your ex Jade, who is killing it on the mic right now. Her signature shade of emerald green hair cascading down her shoulders. Like a moth drawn to a flame her eyes catch yours and that Cheshire cat smile of hers appears.

Oh no. I know what that smile means. Nothing but trouble usually.

Bucky wraps his arms around you from behind and places your drink in your hand as he watches your stare down with the lead singer. “Everything alright Honey?”

You chuckle. “Yeah. Everything is just peachy baby. I’m just wondering if Tony hired my ex’s band on purpose or not?”

“Come again?” Bucky asks.

“Yeah that’s my old band up there. I used to share lead with my ex Jade. The emerald haired one enticing the crowd with her voice. I gotta say, she still looks good.”

“You don’t seem bothered by it. I assume you split on good terms.”

“We did. Our relationship just ran its course" You run your fingers around the rim of your drink. "We both had different paths we wanted to venture down. There is no bad blood between us. I wish her and the band the best. I hope they finally fulfill all their dreams.”

“Fuck you really are sweet as honey, aren't you?”

“You doubted me before?”

“No. I just figured the nickname was based on how sweet your little pussy tastes.”

“Oh Really? Please, tell me more about how good I taste, Sir.”

At this moment the band has finished their song and you hear Jade begin to speak to the crowd.

“Good evening everyone and welcome to the after party. I’m Jade and these are the Gems. We’ll be providing the background track to your various levels of debauchery tonight." The crowd laughs. "I couldn't help but notice a familiar face while I was scanning the room. Honey girl, I’m talking about you.”

Everyone turns to you as you stare down Jade. What is this bitch planning to do?

“Now I see some looks of confusion. Especially from you Avengers. How could I possibly know your girl? Well that’s easy. She used to be my girl and we led this band together a few years back. I would be a fool to miss an opportunity to get her up here for at least one song to share a stage one last time. What do you say Honey? Will you sing for us?”

An evil little thought enters your head. Jane may have beauty and science on her side, but when I’m on stage, I command attention. All eyes will be on me. This can only work in my favor to teach my King a lesson.

You kiss Bucky on the cheek and head toward the stage. People parting for you like the red sea as you make your way through the crowd. An extra mic stand has been placed next to Jade’s. Your old set up.

“You’ve always been a bad influence, but you know I love being on stage. So you win and here I am. Under one condition though. I choose the song. Can you handle giving up the control for once J?” You smile at her.

“For you, I think I can make an exception.” She chuckles into her mic.

You whisper the song in her ear and she gives you a look. “Really? Alright. We haven't performed it in a while but I’m sure we still remember it.”

She tells the rest of the band the song and they all remember how you like it played. “I assume you have a reason for this song.” You nod your head yes. “Aright. You doing it solo or are we tag teaming?”

“I’m feeling a duet tonight. I’ll take the first half. Deal?”

“Deal”

Grabbing the mic you address the crowd. “We’re going to slow it down a bit. So just vibe with me okay guys. You’ll be back to shaking your asses momentarily. Promise.”

The guitar begins to play. You lock eyes with Thor and begin to gift the crowd with your silky smooth voice.

“Know you said that you would never hurt me But it's not your fault I still think the worst anyway, yeah Let's be clear, I know that I can trust you When you're under me, but tell me honestly If your alone With some hoe who I don't know and she gets Too close for comfort, says she good at secrets Would you say no, or let your body take control? 'Cause you're just a boy You've got a switch in your head I've seen how quick you forget yourself I know it all too well 'Cause you're just a boy You go from careful to wild And what if I'm not by your side When she fucks with your honesty 'Cause you're just a boy”

Jade picks up the second half. You provide backup and harmony for her. Looking like a damn Siren up on that stage. Seducing every man in the vicinity.

Before you began, Bucky made sure to situate himself next to Thor at the high table he occupied with Jane and Banner once again. Watching as Thor is lost in your words, feeling like those are somehow directed to him and how the night has gone on.

Leaning over he whispers in his partner's ear after you finish singing lead. “She always looks so amazing up on a stage doesn't she? In her element. Commanding a crowd. It’s fucking sexy as hell. Sometimes I still cant believe that she chose to let us be hers.”

“Agreed. One does not find a woman like her with ease. It’s a blessing to just be in her presence, let alone be allowed to love her.”

“Then why the hell would you risk that by neglecting her tonight huh?”

Thor turns to him with a look of pure confusion on his bearded face. “What are you talking about ‘neglecting her tonight’? We all came together per usual. You made your rounds with the donors without me, but that’s never been an issue before.”

Out of his peripherals, Bucky can see Jane listening in, trying to hear their conversation. He doesn't have much time before you're done on stage and he needs to make sure that your night ends well. Based on your song choice, the best ending for you tonight would be for Thor to get his head out of the clouds and realize the mistake he made and fix it.

Preferably with lots of orgasms and the three of you tangled up in bed. It looks like that won’t be happening without him pointing him in the right direction though. The things you do for the ones you love. I didn't think anyone could be as oblivious as Steve, but Thor has certainly proved me wrong tonight.

Not caring that Jane is listening in, he speaks up. “Your right. It never has been an issue before.” Thor starts to smile thinking he’s won.

“But the main difference tonight is that once we were finished with our rounds, you never sought us out. You stayed glued to that table, preoccupied in conversation, catching up with your ex. I had to watch our girl act like it didn't bother her every time her eyes roamed, searching you out and they landed on you in that same spot, oblivious to the world around you, still engaged in conversation with someone she knows nothing about personally.”

Thor is shocked. “What? That can’t be right? I might have gotten lost in conversation but my Queen is always on my mind. I remember seeing you two embraced on the dance floor, enjoying yourselves. I’ve never known her to dance if something is bothering her.”

“Wow you really are an oblivious oaf.” Shaking his head. “We were on the dance floor because I couldn't watch the light fade from eyes every time she looked towards you and your head never turned. I made her focus on me and try to relax. She was twisted up in knots inside and really didn't want to make a scene at a Charity event or look like some possessive jealous girlfriend. We figured once we left and were headed home we could make up for lost time. That is until she climbed into the limo next to you.” He nodded his head toward Jane to emphasize his point.

Thor froze. Is that why you were so subdued in the limo?

“I know that look. Yes, that is why she was so quiet on the ride over. She finally had a chance to relax and compose herself in a safe space around friends and the person causing her pain just plops right down and continues the assault on her soul.” He can feel his own temper start to rise as he recalls the details.

“I had to hold her close to me so that she didn't have to see her continue to touch you in a way a lover would instead of an ex or a friend. When Jane asked you for a private tour I just about thought she was going to rip my shirt with the force she gripped it with. Not to mention when she said she was staying on the compound. I swear I felt her stop breathing. Thank God we had arrived by then. I had to calm her down before we even made it inside. I know you saw our kiss outside the limo.”

Thor nodded his head yes. Mind bombarded with snapshots of how the night went and noticing that just as Bucky said you were barely in them. And if you were, you weren’t at his side as you should be. You're so self assured and independent that he forgets that you're sensitive too, always putting others before yourself. That’s why he loves to shower you in affection and praise, because you deserve it. He really fucked up tonight.

“You’ve been glued to this table since we arrived here too. Watching her on stage is the most attention I’ve seen you give her, since we arrived at the Charity Event and Jane approached you. I gotta say pal. I don't like how this not only looks, but how it feels man. But have no fear. I won’t leave our girl feeling doubtful. Just like I have been all night, I’ll be reminding her how much she is loved and who I belong to. If you get your head out of your ass before the night’s over, you can join me in doing just that. If you don't. Well, we will just have to see what happens in the morning light.”

He slaps him on the shoulder with his metal hand and gives him a squeeze as he speaks to the table. “Now if you’ll excuse me. I’m going to go greet our girl as she makes it off stage. Have a good night everyone.”

Thor abruptly stands up, almost knocking his chair to the ground. Jane looks up at him and places her hand on his wrist. He immediately shakes it off. What has he been doing letting her touch him like that? She was the one who dumped him. “What’s wrong Thor? Where are you going? I thought you were going to give me a tour?”

“I’m sorry Jane but maybe Banner can give you a tour. I’m going to go be with my sweet Honey, as I have failed to do so all night by allowing you to take up so much of my time. I hope she can forgive me for my misstep. I surely have some groveling I need to do. I bid you all a good night.”

He runs his hand through his shorn locks and straightens his maroon suit jacket before he forges a path directed at you and Bucky. Jane staring on slack jawed.

Natasha takes a seat next to Banner. “I don't know exactly what you were trying to do or prove. He loves her. They both do. There is no shortage of love going on between the three of them. You took him for granted when you had him and now you regret it when you see how he is with her. Give up before you get hurt Doc. And I’m not just talking emotionally. That woman is a damn hell cat when you get her fired up. Tonight was your one time free pass. Next time you try some shit like this, I’ll let her sink her claws in real deep. Come on Bruce, dance with me.” And with that Jane is left at the table to stew in her failure.

Meanwhile…

Somehow, Jade persuaded the crowd and your slightly tipsy superhero friends to rope you into singing just one more song. The catch was that it had to be Jade’s choosing this time. Goddess have mercy on me.

“Now, I know that sexy ass lounge voice pays your bills nowadays; but I have a feeling these new friends of yours haven't actually heard what that voice can really do.” You quirk a brow at her, curious as to the direction she is taking this. “You see, I believe everyone needs to have the full mouthwatering Honey experience at least once in their life. After all she sure is A Whole Lotta Woman…” And that's when the drums kick in.

No this bitch didn't! Here I am trying to keep my attitude in check and she goes and picks the one song that brings out all my sass. Fuck it! Maybe little Miss Plain Jane will learn a thing or two about who she’s really messing with.

A sinful smile crosses your face as you find Bucky standing at the front of the stage next to Steve and Sam. You grab the mic stand and caress it as this strong soulful voice springs forth from your lips. Full of confidence and attitude. They’re all getting to see just why you're built to handle not only a Supersoldier but a God as well.

Speaking of the God of Thunder and Fertility, you spot him making his way towards the stage. Eyes as blue as the sky, meet yours as you take it up a notch and put all these curves to good use.

"I got what you want, I'm aiming to please I got what it takes, I sure got the means I got what you want, sugar, honey, iced tea All eyes on me, oh, oh, baby I'm a whole lotta woman (From the way I walk and toss my hips) I said I'm a whole lotta woman (From the sound to my voice to the gloss on my lips) I'm a whole lotta woman (Anything I see I want, I get) I'm a strong, badass chick with class and confidence Ain't no competition, babe It's just can you keep up with me? I can't do a thing about my wicked ways with gravity"

You belt out the last few lines and have these people eating out of the palm of your hands. Looking down you notice Thor has made it to Bucky and both men look ready to devour you as soon as you walk off this stage.

Steve leans towards Thor. “You’re in for it tonight, I’m sure. How you could neglect all that, even for a little while, I will never understand?” He shakes his head at him. “Hey Buck, if you guys ever want to add another body to the mix, I will gladly volunteer my services. I don't think you two are truly enough for her anyway.”

“If only people knew how dirty America’s Golden Boy really was.” Bucky chuckled. “I’m not opposed to adding you to the mix myself. It’s not like we haven't shared before. Plus I’d love to see how you handle her brattiness. She’d push every single one of your buttons just for the fun of it.”

As they continue to quietly discuss adding Steve, which would move you from throuple to harem territory, you make your way off stage, hips swaying as you approach them. You plant a kiss on Bucky's cheek as he wraps his metal arm around your waist. “What secrets are we whispering about over here boys?”

“Stevie here apparently has been drooling over you for quite some time and just confessed, after shooting a jab at thunder boy over there, that if we ever wanted to add another body to the mix he'd gladly offer himself up. He doesn’t think the two of us are enough for you. Based on how tonight has gone, I’m going to have to agree with him on that point.”

“Is that so, Sir?” you ask. He nods his head. You look over at Thor, who hasn't taken his eyes off you since you sauntered over. “What about you puppy? Do you think I need more? Should we allow Stevie to have a taste?”

Those soul piercing blues have you ensnared as you await an answer.

“I could never deny you pleasure of any kind, my sweet. As such, my behavior tonight, however unintentional, shows me that adding another would only enhance the amount of attention and love you are showered with. I fell short tonight and made my Queen question my intentions. For that, I can not forgive myself. Steven would be a dedicated and strong lover, of that I am sure. I too agree that you need more. I just hope that I continue to be included in your harem. If you so find me worthy to be.”

You can tell that he truly means every word. He is deeply upset over how the night has played out thus far. Thor is such an attentive and affectionate lover that you never expected something like this to happen. Granted, you never expected to feel insecure about your place in his life either. But matters of the heart can be cruel and fickle creatures, playing with one's emotions in inexplicable ways.

You want this night to end positively for all of you and you couldn't deny that you’d been harboring some feelings for the Captain for quite some time yourself. The way that man commands a room is just sexy as fuck, not to mention the Dom energy he just radiates that makes the submissive in you just want to drop to her knees and service him. Bucky knows this and has even used it to his advantage in the bedroom before, whispering all the filthy things he and Steve could do to you together.

Not one to pass up a chance to bring a fantasy of yours to life, you make your decision known. “A harem huh? It has a nice ring to it, if I do say so myself. Three delectable men, all devoted to little 'ol me. How delightfully sinful. Three is the magic number according to School House Rock and who could argue with that logic.”

You grin ear to ear, beckoning Steve closer with a crook of your finger, having him lean down until your lips are grazing his ear. “How about it Captain? Ready for a taste test? Make sure your thirst is properly quenched? I’m curious to see just how compatible we are together.”

He straightens back up, looking down at your plump lips and licking his. Sharing a quick look with Thor and Bucky before focusing those ocean eyes back on you and smirking. “Oh, I’m more than ready for a taste sweetheart.” He lightly grips your chin and runs his thumb along your plush bottom lip. “The real question is can you handle everything I’m going to give you. If you think Buck is intense…”

His eyes darken with lust. “I’m on a whole 'nother level Doll. I won't be satisfied until we’ve fucked you so dumb you’re nothing but a incoherent mess and we’ve ruined you for anyone else.”

With his thick thumb still pressed against your lip, you stare him down as you suck his digit into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and giving him a quick nip as you release it. “Challenge accepted, Captain.”

Steve turns to Bucky, arching a brow. “You weren’t kidding about that brattiness.”

Pulling her closer to his chest he acknowledges to his best friend. “I wouldn't have it any other way. Just wait until you get her to submit. She’s so sweet and pliable. Mmm.” He places a kiss to the side of your neck. “I think it’s time we head somewhere more private babygirl.”

Steve begins to head towards the wing where their apartments reside. Bucky grabs your hand and starts to follow him. You turn towards Thor and reach out your hand to him. “You're coming too puppy. I wouldn't have it any other way. You can get to work on earning that forgiveness I know you're searching for.”

He places his hand in yours, bends down and kisses your knuckles. “As you wish my Queen. I would want nothing more than to be allowed to worship you.”

Damn him and that silver-tongue of his. He really knows how to beg for forgiveness doesn't he. He’s still going to have to work for it though.

The three of you continue on, walking hand in hand until you meet Steve in front of the entrance to the living quarters.

“Ain't that a beautiful sight to see. Alright sweetheart, here’s your last chance to back out. No hard feelings if you do. But know this. If we continue on, I’m all in, Doll. Once I get a taste they’ll be no escaping me. I’ll be yours. And I’ll make you mine as much as they have. Can you handle that? Do you really want to add another lover and make yourself a nice little harem of superheros, Honey?”

You release their hands and move forward until your chest is grazing Steve’s. You run a hand up his chest, copping a feel of those Supersoldier tiddies, over his collarbone and around to the back of his neck. You play with the hair at his nape until you get a good grip and pull his lips down to yours.

Without skipping a beat, Steve grips your hips, spins you around and presses you into the wall. Deepening the kiss as he runs his hand up the same path you took, stopping at the base of your throat and lightly applying pressure. You let out an unbidden whimper as you lose yourself in his kiss. Knees weak, melting into him. The only reason you’re still standing is thanks to the hand he has wrapped around your throat and his pelvis pinning you in place.

He pulls away and you try to follow his lips, eyes hooded with lust and craving more of his particular taste on your tongue. “I’m going to take that little attempt at teasing me as a yes.”

Struck speechless you just nod your head at him. “Good girl. I know you can feel the effect you have on me. If we don't move this along behind closed doors soon, I'm going to end up taking you right here where everyone can see.”

Behind him you hear Bucky whispering to Thor. “Fuck that was sexy. You see how quickly she submitted for him. Practically purring like a cat in heat.”

“Aye. It seems the Captain is perfectly matched for our little vixen. I know we usually retreat to your chambers James, but seeing as how we are adding another party, I feel mine would be more accommodating. I do have a bed with more than enough space for the four of us. As well as a rather large bathing pool for aftercare. You know how she gets after an intense session.”

“Yes I most certainly do. Come on ya dirty birds, let's move this away from prying eyes.”

You seem to have come out of your lust filled daze enough to speak again. You look around the room and spot Jane staring your way. “Puppy. Can you come here please?”

He steps forward, caging you and Steve in. “Yes my Queen?”

“Closer my King.” He leans in and you pull him into a sensual kiss. Letting all your emotions from the night filter through along with the soul deep love you have for him.

Somehow Steve sneaks out from between the two of you and you end up in Thor’s arms as he grips your thigh through the high slit in your dress and pulls it up to his waist, groaning out as your hot core brushes against his rock solid bulge. You break apart to breathe and notice a pouting Jane in your peripherals.

“Alright. Enough of the free show.” Bucky rushes over and plucks you from Thor’s arms and throws you over his shoulder. “If I dont have my face buried between your sweet thighs and have you coming on my tongue in the next 5 minutes, I’m going to stab somebody.”

You giggle as he slaps your ass and continues on his way to Thor’s room. “Such a Caveman, Sir.”

“Damn right I am woman. I was starting to feel a little left out. You're all mine until they catch up.”

His long strides have you reaching the door in no time. FRIDAY unlocking it for you based on the protocols Thor has set for his room. He wanted to make sure you always had access to him.

You’re set down at the foot of the bed. “I’m going to give you a choice baby girl. You either strip out of that dress right now or I cut it off you. Either way it's coming off.”

You feel a shiver of excitement run down your spine as you watch him remove his favorite knife from a hidden pocket in his jacket. You lick your parted lips. “I really do love this dress. It’d be a shame to destroy it.” You run your hands over your velvet covered curves. “I don't want to take all the fun away though. How about I strip out of this dress and you can cut off the rest. Would that please you, Sir?”

He beams that pantie drenching smile your way while he plays with the knife in his hands. “Strip.”

You slowly reach behind you, lost in his predatory gaze, and unzip your dress. Letting it slink to the floor. You’re left standing in a black, delicate lace strapless corset bra, matching high leg thong and your black patent leather stilettos.

You haven't even noticed that Thor and Steve have entered the room and shut the door behind them. You’re so consumed by the knife wielding Supersoldier before you that you almost don't hear Thor speak to an enthralled Steve. “She’s quite the heavenly sight isn’t she? Completely at his mercy.”

He just nods his head in response and watches on with rapt attention as you surrender to Bucky.

“Come here, Doll.” You step out of your dress and stand in front him, chest rising and falling with excitement. He lifts your chin up with his metal hand and kisses you sweetly. “Turn around for me sweetness. Let Stevie get a good look at how you fall apart when my knife touches your soft buttery skin.”

With a swivel of your hips, you pivot on your heels and face the pair of blonde Adonis’. Back flush against Bucky’s chest, he precedes to run his knife teasingly along your collarbone and down your decolletage. As he reaches your ribs he slides the blade beneath the lacy fabric and pulls, slashing the fabric in half. You gasp, arching your back and grinding against his prominent bulge as your breasts spill forth from the split lace.

Seemingly unfazed he continues on his journey, caressing his knife down your torso until he reaches the waistband of your thong. “You’re going to need to be very still for me babygirl. Unless you want me to accidentally cut you. Blood play is not on the menu tonight baby. If you want that, it’ll have to be a night when I have you all to myself. Tonight is all about your pleasure and seeing if Steve really could fit into our dynamic.” He glides the blade up your right hip and slips it into the band. “I want you to look your Captain in the eyes and...don’t...move.”

“Yes, Sir.” You're ensnared in the heated ocean eyed gaze standing before you, as Bucky renders your thong to a piece of scrap. Breath hitching as he drags his metal hand up the inside of your thigh.

“Mmm. Soaked already. Question is...is it my knife that has you making a mess of your thighs or the audience?”

He brings his glistening fingers to your mouth and you open them, sucking your essence off his metal digits with a moan. “Go on now baby and give Steve a taste of that sweet, sweet, honey covering your tongue.” He slaps you on the ass, sending you on your way to the waiting arms of America’s Golden boy.

Without sparing a moment to let you make the short walk all on your own, he snatches you up and crashes his lips against yours. Tongue delving inside, letting loose a moan as your sweet ambrosia hits his taste buds.

You run your hands into his slicked back hair. Tugging and pulling, making him emit a growl that you can feel vibrating from his chest into yours. He begins a trail of kisses down your throat. When he reaches the juncture between your neck and shoulder, he bites down and sucks a hickey into your soft flesh. Claiming you, leaving his mark for all to see.

Squirming under his onslaught of dominance you're turning into a panting mess. “ Fuck, Captain.” As those words reach his ears he lets out a dark chuckle, “We’ll get there, Doll. Don't you worry.” He begins to ravage your mouth once again, backing you up until your knees hit the edge of the bed.

“I must say Doll, the only thing I can imagine being better than tasting you on your own tongue is lapping it up, right from the source.” With reflexes of those from a man half his size, Steve lays you on the bed. Placing himself down between your thighs, pushing them further apart and up towards your chest, leaving your sweet little pussy, dripping with honeyed slick, open and on full display.

As he's leaving kisses all along your thighs, you catch movement to your right and turn your head to find Thor and Bucky, standing beside the bed, gloriously nude with a large hand wrapped around each of their heavy cocks, slowly stroking themselves to the sight and sound of their sweetness being thoroughly teased.

Driven by the lust coursing through his veins, Thor steps up and runs a hand along your cheek. “Look at you, little one. He has barely begun and your eyes are already glassed over in lust.” He continues his trek down your torso, settling in to tease and torture your hard nipples.

Before you know it Steve is swiping his tongue along your folds, and teasing your engorged little pearl with the tip. Your back arches off the bed at the sensation, sending your breasts further into Thor’s hand, where he proceeds to pinch your nipple, making you cry out. He glances down to find your head thrown back, mouth forming a silent O, while Steve continues to lightly tease your clit.

“P-please Captain. M-m-more. PLEASE.” At this point you're gripping the sheets for dear life. Between the build up of tension throughout the night and the teasing torture currently taking place against your overly sensitive flesh, you’re on a knife’s edge ready to explode. At this point you are certainly not above begging.

Bucky’s strokes speed up as he stands beside the bed near your head. “Fuck, look at you babygirl.” He bites his lip as he spreads his precome along his thick shaft. “I love hearing you beg so sweetly. Steve making you feel good sweetness?”

Before you can answer, Thor takes the opportunity of you being distracted and pinches your nipple, pulling it taut, making you moan and cry out once again. “P-please Bucky. I’m s-so c-close. I want to come for all of you so badly.” You whimper out. “Please. Please, Sir, let me come on his tongue for you.”

Your request has Steve moaning, sending vibrations through your core, causing you to grind against his tongue, searching out friction to soothe that ache deep inside. Your pleas continue on in soft whimpers. “Please. Sir. Please. Please. Please. More. So close.”

No longer willing to wait for permission from Bucky, Steve starts devouring your pussy like it’s his last meal. Moaning and groaning as more of your slick slips onto his tongue and down his throat. Slipping two thick fingers in, aiming for your sweet spot and drinking every drop of nectar he is gifted with once his spongy target is acquired.

It doesn’t take long for your moans to increase, letting anyone who is currently on this floor know that debaucherous things are happening. Your thighs begin to shake and your back arches even higher off the bed, eyes rolling back in your head as you finally fall off the edge and climax. Your plush walls grip his fingers tight, gushing onto his tongue and soaking his chin with your juices.

Steve lifts his head from between your legs, a big dopey smile on his face, eyes shining with pride, hair disheveled from your fingers still gripping it tight. You pull him up by the hair and kiss him deeply, licking the taste of yourself from his lips.

You quickly unbutton his shirt, removing it and tossing it aside as he gets rid of his slacks. You notice that the Captain was going commando, very interesting. As he starts to grind his pelvis against yours, barriers no longer between you, you glide your hands down to the tops of his shoulders and whisper, ”My Turn,” before wrapping a leg around his waist and rolling him over onto his back.

Straddling Steve’s torso you run your fingers through his golden strands, scratching along his scalp before gripping tightly and turning his head to the side. Leaning down you set a trail of light kisses along his neck and jaw until you reach his ear and tug on his lobe, eliciting a groan and shiver down his spine.

Kneeling between his now spread legs, your teasing trek continues across his chest, down to his abs where you proceed to lick every dissecting line and curve. As you reach the glorious adonis belt that you’ve admired from afar while watching him spar with Bucky, you make sure to leave a hickey right above where you know his waistband normally lies. Leaving a claiming mark of your own, even if you know it will heal far faster than the one he left on you.

You run her tongue along his happy trail, lapping up the mess you left behind. Gripping the base of his rock hard girthy cock, your fingers barely able to touch, you slowly begin to stroke him while you raise your hips and place her free hand next to his waist on the bed.

Now on your hands and knees, ass in the air facing your men, you give a couple of kitten licks to Steve’s angry weeping tip, savoring the salty goodness that is his pre-come dripping down his length. No longer wanting to waste time you wrap your lips around his tip, hollow your cheeks and suck Steve down deep into your throat.

“Fuck,” he hisses out, “Look at you Doll, swallowing my cock like its your job.” You whimper at the praise, bobbing your head up and down his shaft, nose tickling against his patch of golden curls as you stick your tongue out and lightly tease his balls, moaning around his thickness lodged deep in your throat.

“Mmm. Ah, shit! Just like that Honey. Just like that,” he pleads as he feels himself getting closer to his release.

You're so turned on, finally able to service this man you’ve fantasized about, that your pussy is swollen and leaking slick down your thighs and onto the sheets below. Lost in your haze of submission and the filthy words and noises Steve is making, you don't notice your hips are moving enticingly in a figure eight pattern, captivating Bucky, and making his need to be buried deep inside you more intense.

He kneels on the bed behind you and grabs your plump ass, spreading your cheeks to get an even better view of your engorged and dripping pussy. “Mmm mm mm darlin’, your pussy is just drooling. Damn I knew you were a sub, but fuck you’ve made an absolute mess of yourself. You love this don't you baby? Pleasing the Captain in front of your men. Showing us just how much of a good girl you really are.”

You moan in reply, muffled by Steve’s dick still in your mouth, releasing a moan out of him as he laces his fingers through your hair, not moving your head but just holding on, making your pussy clench around nothing, which does not go unnoticed by Bucky.

“I’m going to take that as a yes since your pretty little pussy just winked at me.” He runs his metal hand up your spine, resting it against the back of your neck, giving it a quick squeeze and running it back down again. He strokes his hard length a couple times and teases it against your folds.

“You’re so wet, I could just slide right in sweetness.” He circles his tip around your swollen little bud, making you remove your mouth from around Steve with a whimper. “Do you want that babygirl? Want me to slide right in and wreck you while you deep throat Stevie?”

You bite your lip, turning your head to look at him with hooded eyes. “ Yes, Sir, please. Please use me. Ruin me for anyone other than you all.”

Both Supersoldiers let out a groan. “You better get back to work then babygirl. I won't let you come again until you swallow every last drop that your Captain has to give you.” Bucky demands before thrusting forward to the hilt, stilling for a moment to allow you to adjust to him and just enjoy your warmth.

You whine at the sudden intrusion. “Fuck Bucky. You’re so fucking big, Sir.”

He chuckles, drawing his hips back and slamming them forward, pulling a scream from your lungs. “That’s right baby, scream while you can cause that mouth is bout to be filled to the brim and both sets of lips will be stretched to capacity.”

Bucky looks to Thor standing off to the side of the bed again, meaty hand languidly stroking his length. With the hand still threaded through your hair, Steve brings your mouth back down to his saliva slicked cock. “Take a deep breath for me, Doll, it may be the only one you get for a bit.”

With glazed over eyes you give a small nod, followed by a whispered, ” As you wish, my Captain” before proceeding to take a deep breath.

Bucky and Steve exchange a look with each other, seeming to speak without words. The brunette Sergeant withdraws until just his bulbous tip is all that is left in your quivering petals, while the honeyed blonde Captain has you open your mouth wide while he places his tip along your waiting tongue. With a nod from his best friend they both slowly thrust in at the same time.

Moans erupt from each of them as your eyes roll to the back of your head, overwhelmed by the feeling of absolute fullness. Looking down and seeing your little pussy hugging his dick so tight almost has Bucky coming right on the spot. Your walls clench around him as Steve begins to move your head up and down his length, hissing as your throat muscles squeeze around his girth with every swallow. Snapping out of his haze, Bucky grips your hips and sets a furious pace, set on reminding his woman who she belongs to.

The room fills with the sounds of groans, moans, skin slapping against skin and the squelching of wetness from your gushing pussy and the saliva leaking from your mouth. “You’re doing so good, sweetness. Taking our cocks like the good girl you are. Fuck, you were made for us babygirl. No one has ever taken our cocks as good as you do baby.” Getting high off the praise and pleasure you begin to grind back against him, your hips meeting his, chasing your next orgasm.

“Uh uh uh, babygirl. I believe I told you, you don't get to come until you’ve swallowed every drop Steve spends down your throat.” He smacks your ass with his flesh hand. “How bad do you want to come on my cock babygirl? Show me how bad you want it. Drain him dry.”

You relax your throat and moan around Steve as he continues to thrust in and out of your abused throat. You inch your right hand up along the inside of his thigh until you reach his balls, lightly teasing his sack before engulfing his entire length and squeezing them while you swallow.

“Oh shit, Honey.” Steve moans out, throwing his head back and holding your head in place. “Just like that baby. Just like that. Fuuuuuuck that feels so good. I’m bout to come right down your pretty little throat.” With that declaration you squeeze and tug on his balls just a bit harder. Sucking up his length until just the head remains, running your tongue around his tip and teasing his frenulum before taking him to the back of your throat once again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Steve thrusts his hips erratically and with a groan comes ropes down your throat.

Being sure to lick him clean, you open up your mouth and stick your tongue out, showing the Captain that you didn't miss a single drop. “Such a good girl, Doll. You swallowed it all.”

You turn your head towards Bucky, “May I come now, Sir. Please. I’ve been such a good girl.”

Never one to go back on his word, he lifts you up by your hair til your back is flush against his chest, and begins to pick up his pace even more. He places his flesh hand around your throat, lightly squeezing to hold you in place as he fucks you deep, cock rubbing against your sweet spot making you see stars.

With his metal hand he circles your clit making you cry out and once again resort to begging so sweetly. “ Please Sir. PLEASE. Let me come on your cock. I want to come for you Sergeant and have you fill me right up. I want to feel you deep inside me. Please.”

That breaks his last bit of control and he begins slamming his hips against you, hand tightening around your throat. “Then. Come. Right. Now. Babygirl. Come all over my cock like the cockdrunk little whore I know you are and I’ll fill you up so good you’ll be feeling me for days.” With his command you feel the tightening deep in your core explode and you detonate, gushing all over Bucky’s cock and the sheets below, black spots swimming in your eyes as you almost pass out, completely cum drunk and blissed out.

As you begin to catch your breath, sprawled out on top of a Supersoldier, your gaze drifts over to Thor, leaning against the wall, eyes hooded, bottom lip caught between his teeth, dick standing tall and proud against his abs. “Why are you so far away my King?”

“I do not find it suitable for me to partake fully of your body this night as my behavior has not declared me worthy of such pleasures. I will have time to redeem myself when you allow me to do so. For now I am content with watching James and Steven bring you the utmost pleasure. For you deserve nothing but the best in all the nine realms, my Queen.”

Your heart aches at his declaration. You know he never meant to hurt you tonight and is feeling like he failed you. You can’t stand to see him with that dejected puppy dog look in his eyes, standing on the sidelines when he should be in the heat of it all with you.

You remove yourself from the warmth of Steve and go to stand on legs that feel like jelly. You make your way over to the God of Thunder and place your hand over his heart. “What if I told you that your time for redemption is now puppy?”

He gazes down at you, a spark of hope in his eyes that he hasn't yet ruined his chances with you. “I would do whatever is necessary to become worthy of being yours again.”

You run your hands up his chest and throat, stopping to caress his bearded jaw. “That’s the thing, my King. You have always been worthy of me. I need you like I need air to breathe. You are not greater nor lesser because of one bad night. James isn't always perfect. Far from it most days.” You hear Steve laugh and Bucky let out a scoff. “Steven wants in on our dynamic and I’m certain there will be some growing pains as he figures out his place within it as well.”

You place your hands back on his chest. “Mistakes happen. Feelings sometimes get hurt. It’s how you work through them and the lessons you take away that are most important. Don’t hold yourself back because of me. If you want me. You have me. Mind, body and soul.”

He stares at you in shock for a moment, really absorbing your words. You think he may stay steadfast in his self imposed punishment of denying himself pleasure for the night until his large hands are cradling your face and he places his lips upon yours.

The kiss starts out sweet but quickly turns needy and all consuming. Like he’s afraid this is his only chance to prove his devotion to you. “I would love nothing more than to worship every inch of your glorious skin, my Queen but I am afraid that I can not hold back any longer and I need to feel you writhing beneath me and clamping down on my cock in ecstasy.”

The next thing you know you're being lifted off the ground and placed back on the bed between a still nude Bucky and Steve. You watch on as Thor begins to crawl up the bed towards you, leaving a path of kisses in his wake. His massive thighs push yours apart and he runs the thick head of his member along your folds, coating himself in your essence.

You lock eyes with him and whimper. “Please.”

He leans forward and pulls you into a toe curling kiss as he enters the warmth of your cunt. Splitting you open on his thick girth and leaving you no time to adjust as he begins to grind his hips down on yours with every thrust. Foreheads pressed together, completely lost to any one else in the room. It’s just you and Thor in this carnal dance of love and devotion. The room once more fills with the sounds of passion. Steve and Bucky look on in awe as they watch Thor take you apart thrust by thrust.

“Nothing will ever feel as good as your warmth pulsing around me, lost in pleasure. Come for me my Queen. I may not last much longer and I need to feel you let go for me.”

It’s like his words hold a direct link to your clit and with another well placed swivel of his hips you feel yourself lose control as your orgasm takes over. A rainbow of stars flash behind your eyes and the world sounds as if you're underwater.

Everything comes back into focus just as Thor is reaching his own climax. Burying himself deep inside you as he bites down on your shoulder and sprays your womb white with his seed. Panting, he leaves a gentle kiss on the mark his teeth left behind. You run your fingers through his golden tresses and kiss his nose. “I love you my King. Don’t ever forget that.”

“Never again, my Queen.” He kisses your nose right back.

You turn to your left and smile at Bucky. “I love you too James. Always.”

“I never doubted it, babygirl.” He responds, grazing his fingers along your cheek.

Not wanting Steve to feel left out, you turn to him. “And I could so easily fall in love with you Stevie. If you’d let me.”

“I’m all yours to do with what you please, Doll.” He kisses you on the forehead.

The release of endorphins starts to truly invade your body as you slowly blink, drifting off to sleep before they can even get the covers pulled up all the way.

The following morning…

Sunlight drifts into the room, rousing you from your slumber. As you slowly open your eyes, they happen upon a pair of cerulean ones gazing back at you. “You’re aware that watching someone while they sleep is hella creepy right?” You groan out. He just chuckles to himself and shakes his head.

“What’s so funny at this time of day?” Bucky mumbles into your hair as he nuzzles your neck. “Morning darlin’,” he whispers in your ear before placing a kiss on your temple.

“Apparently I am.” You turn your head in his direction. “Morning Bucky,” placing a kiss on his lips, “Please forgive my morning breath.”

The God sleeping on your chest begins to stir. “Good morning my King.”

He places a kiss between your breasts. “Good morning my Queen.”

Smiling sweetly at each other, you all enjoy the lazy morning vibes, running fingers through sex romped hair, caressing any exposed skin that escaped the one sheet that is on you all. Steve breaks the contentedness by clearing his throat. “We better get out there and make an appearance before they send Sam up here to investigate.”

You whine and pout, burying your face in Bucky’s flesh shoulder. “But moving is too much work. Can’t I just lie here while you guys grab food and serve me breakfast in bed?” Thor has now gotten up and headed to the en suite bathroom.

Steve quirks a brow at her. "Not a chance Doll. Come on, let’s go get cleaned up. You’ll feel much better after a hot shower.”

“Fine. But I want to be carried. I’m not sure if my legs are strong enough yet.” You give Steve a sugar sweet smile.

“She always like this in the morning, Buck?”

“Only when she’s been thoroughly wrecked the night before. I rather like when she’s all cuddly and needy. If you won't carry her. I happily will. ” He declares.

“No you go on ahead. I’ve got her. Come on sweetheart.” You reach your arms out to him and he pulls you up with ease. “Wrap your arms and legs around me Honey.” You do as you're told. Burying your face in his neck as he walks you into the bathroom and the extremely large walk in shower. As soon as the hot water falling from the rainfall shower head hits your skin, you let out a pleasurable sigh, melting into the warmth of the spray and the Supersoldier underneath you.

“I’m gonna put you on your feet now Doll so we can clean ya up. You don’t have to do anything. Just stand there and relax. We’ll do all the work.” You just nod your head in reply.

He places you down and you tilt your head back, letting the water wash over you as your men get to work pampering you. You're clean before you know it and you’re being carried over to the sink by Thor. He sets you down and begins to help you moisturize, massaging your favorite lotion into your skin.

Feeling a bit more like your usual sassy self you walk into the room to find the Supersoldiers getting dressed, grey sweats hanging low on each of their hips already, each going commando.

As you're lost in watching the corded muscles of their arms flex as they pull on their shirts, Thor slips one of his over your head and hands you a pair of Bucky’s boxers to wear underneath.

“Thank you puppy.” You put the boxer briefs on and place your hair up, not bothering to try and cover up the hickey Steve gave you that's exposed.

“Everybody decent?” Steve inquires.

“When it comes to clothing, yes. In a general sense, I’d say I'm about 60/40.” You reflect.

“I see the sass has made its way back.” He shakes his head.

“Told ya you should have just let us stay in bed longer. The cuddly and needy Honey only lasts so long before that smart mouth comes back.” Bucky teases.

“Aww don't pout sweetness. I happen to like that sassy mouth of yours. Let’s go get some food in your belly and we can head back here and lounge around the rest of the day doing whatever you please. How’s that sound?” He wraps his arms around your waist.

“That sounds like a wonderful way to spend a Sunday Buck.” You kiss his lips. “Lead the way Captain.”

You all make your way to the common area kitchen where the rest of the team, in various states of awake and hungover, have congregated. All eyes on you as you help Steve gather the things you need to sustain the appetite of two Supersoldiers, a God and their sweet little vixen. Along with a team of misfit superheroes as well.

Lots of eggs, fruit, bacon and of course pancakes are whipped up as you and Steve work around the kitchen together with ease, like you’ve done this forever. It’s a comfort you didn't know you were missing out on til now and you can't wait to see what other things will open up with Steve now in the mix. It gives you a warm fuzzy feeling inside.

As you and Steve continue your little domestic dance, Jane emerges from the hall and makes her way to the table where Thor, Bucky and most of the team are chatting away. She takes the seat across from him and smiles in his direction. “Morning.”

You plate up all of the yumminess on the island bar, buffet style. “Foods up. Grab it while it’s still hot.” Before they can get up with the rest of the team you grab the plates you made for Bucky and Thor and walk to the table. “Not you two. I’ve already got you covered. Sit.” They sit back down and you place a plate piled high with their favorites in front of them.

“This looks amazing. Thank you baby.” Bucky gives you a kiss to the forehead in thanks.

Thor wraps a thick arm around your waist and pulls you down onto his lap, kissing your temple. “James is right. This feast looks most delectable. Thank you, my Queen.”

“I wasn't the only one cooking. Stevie is quite the chef himself. Now eat up. I’m going to make myself a plate.”

“No need, Doll. I’ve already made you one. Gotta keep your energy up.” Steve walks over and places a plate next to Thors, giving you a charming smile and a wink as he takes the seat beside you both.

Everyone returns to the table and begins filling their bellies.

Tony being the little instigator that he is, can't help himself but to fuel the tension in the room. “So Jane. Bruce tells me you’re staying for a while on the compound in one of the rooms on Thor’s floor. I hope the accommodations are to your liking.”

“They are. Thank you Tony.” She politely responds.

“Quiet enough for you? Were you able to get enough sleep last night?” He inquiries with a look in your direction. “I’d really like to know how my soundproofing is working. Based on the large hickey on Honey’s neck there I’m sure it was in use. Thor is a god of fertility after all. I’m sure you remember how a night with him can be.”

“Actually that mark is my doing Tony.” Steve proclaims.

The room goes quiet. All eyes turn to the four of you, who nonchalantly keep eating.

“Wait a second. You’re telling me that you marked up Thor and Bucky’s little vixen and you’re still standing. Am I missing something here? I thought you guys were only in a throuple situation.” Tony looks to you for an answer.

“Things change Tony. They evolve. I’ve been upgraded from a throuple to a harem.” A mischievous smile lights up your face. “What woman wouldn't want to have the attention and devotion of two Supersoldiers and a God. I’ve got more than enough love to give and they each provide me with something different. So why not?”

You look at each of your men. “Steve and I are in the beginning stages, but he fits in like he should have been here the entire time. I won’t deny myself or them true happiness. If things change or someone wants out then we’ll deal with it in the event that happens.” You pop a blueberry in your mouth, slowly chewing as the team processes the news. “So get used to this face being around more often since I have three of them now.”

“More power to ya girl. I was only with Buck in the past and he was too intense for even me. I can only imagine how intense the other two are. As long as you're all happy, I’m good. What you do behind closed doors is none of my business.” Nat commented. Several heads around the table nod their agreement as well as a couple outright verbal approvals.

You were feeling the loving energy filling up the room from everyone except for the brunette astrophysicist, sitting across the table, trying to burn a hole through you and Thor.

“Are you serious right now Thor?” She blurts out. “You’re sharing her with two other men? How could she possibly give you enough if she’s occupying their beds as well?”

“Well that is easy Jane. We all occupy the same bed when she is around.” A bright smile adorns his face. “Also she gives me more than enough by just letting me be me. She has no expectations of me other than to love and respect her. She is such an amazing woman, how could I ever keep her to myself when she not only makes me a better man but James as well? If she wants Steven to benefit from her love, who am I to stop that. She is a Queen and deserves the world at her feet.”

His sweet words have struck you speechless. You run your fingers through his hair and give him the sweetest kiss. Finding your voice you whisper against his lips. “I love you puppy. You deserve the world as well my King.”

Jane scoffs. “This is so ridiculous. I don’t know how you could go from me to her. Such a downgrade. She can't even keep her legs closed for your team mates.”

“Watch it Foster.” Bucky bristles.

You place your hand on his clenched fist that's resting on the table.

“It’s ok, Buck. Not all of us are be frigid bitches.” You stare down Jane. “Listen here Jane. I know you're a big shot astrophysicist. Got a big brain tucked in that skull of yours.” A wicked smile emerges. “ You’d be smart to stop insulting me. The sooner the better. It’s not the God of Thunder, The Winter Soldier or hell even Captain America that you need to be afraid of. I can do far more damage to you than they ever can. Don’t let the sweet exterior fool you. I’m as sly as a fox and not above putting these hands to work teaching someone a lesson.”

Sam and Clint laugh. “Something funny gentleman?” Steve pipes up at the two. They shake their heads no and continue on eating.

“Thank you Captain but they can laugh. The situation is rather funny if you think about it. Being so jealous of someone you stoop to insulting them to try and sway the person you're lusting after to your side.” You shake your head.

“I’m not jealous of you. You don’t even compare to me.” Jane snaps out.

“You’re damn right she doesn’t. She’s on a whole other level than you.” States the good Captain, coming in to defend your honor.

“Language Captain.” He turns to face you at your teasing remark. You just smile all doe eyed and innocent at him.

“That mouth is going to cause me a lot of strife isn't it?” Leaning forward, he pulls you closer to him.

“It just might. But I assure you. You’ll love every minute of it.” You exchange a heated kiss. Uncaring of the audience in attendance at the table.

“See. She can't even keep it behind closed doors, where it's appropriate.” A look of disdain and disgust overcomes the normally calm scientist.

“Appropriate or not, I'm quite entertained. I like a good show with my meals from time to time.” Everyone laughs as Tony breaks the tension.

“Well, it looks like it’s time for this show to hit the road. I was promised a lazy day of lounging around in bed and having my every whim catered to.” You remove yourself from the table, placing your empty plate in the sink. Your men follow suit.

You go to make your exit, stopping at the threshold of the hallway, turning your head over your shoulder and meeting eyes with Jane. “You may want to stay away from Thor’s floor for the rest of the day. We’ll be putting Tony’s soundproofing to the test and I wouldn't want to offend your delicate sensibilities with any sinful debaucherous sounds that may escape.”

Sam, Clint and Tony erupt in laughter as you saunter off down the hall.

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Modern!Amarantha x Fem!reader: Human Centipede[*]

A/N: I’ve been listening to the song Red Flags on repeat and it made me think modern!Amarantha would totally be a true crime girlie and would watch horror to relax :)

Also, I can’t explain it, but I hate the word dildo so much. Like, it just sounds weird :’/

Warnings: sex pill/sex pollen vibes, cross-contamination (do not do this, pls), mean domme!Amarantha, face-riding, sex toys.

To this day, you have no idea why she’d taken an interest in you.

It’s not even that you feel dissatisfied with your features—she’s simply devastatingly beautiful. Armed with a dazzling smile and provokingly intellectual mind, you fell fast. And hard. She’s so smart, it never ceases to amaze you. You still don’t fully know her university course, but you’ve gathered it’s something to do with biology—or chemistry…what’s the difference again?

She’s incredibly well-spoken, clearly having grown up with a thorough education, often dancing rotations around you whenever you engage in conversation, then also often having to slow down, using words more familiar to you. She’s never impatient with your lack of knowledge over your own vocabulary. Honestly, she seems to enjoy explaining things to you—getting this glint in her eye whenever you ask her to explain yet another word.

Either way, you’d worked up the nerve to ask her, half expecting to have been strung along for an ego boost, or some light amusement. Yet, when you’d voiced your request, hands trembling behind your back, she’d accepted!

You could have vomited with relief, but thankfully managed to keep your stomach in check before her cultivated beauty. You would now get to hear her introduce you as her girlfriend—her girlfriend. You nearly burst with blind adoration for her the first time she voiced the title, a wild warmth heating your cheeks as you shook her coursemates’ hands.

But that had been a few months ago—seven, to be precise—and things were going astonishingly well. A few arguments here and there, but that was to be expected, and they seemed to be sorted out with remarkable ease. Often ending in both of you leaving for a few hours, returning to apologise, then you being shoved into her bed—sometimes yours, but usually hers.

Now you’re ringing her doorbell, requesting entrance to her accommodation. It was another one of her date nights, which meant you would inevitably end up cowering beneath a blanket as she watched one of her gratuitously bloody horror films with rapt attention. Sometimes she was a little scary—but maybe it was a little attractive. Very attractive.

She pulls you in for a kiss, and instantly you’re melting into her body, the carnations forgotten as her lips slant over yours, and you moan softly. She pulls away, eyes glinting as she thumbs away a slight smudge of her lipstick that’s been stamped on your lower lip.

It takes a moment for you to emerge from your dazed state, raising the bouquet for her to take. “I thought it might be time for new ones,” you smile at her, a small shudder traveling down your spine as her eyes settle on yours, nails scraping over your knuckles. “How do you do this every time?” She asks over her shoulder as she swishes down the hallway to give the flowers some water. “You always seem to know when the last ones have begun to wilt.”

You laugh absently, gaze narrowing on her ass as she walks away from you, oblivious to your wandering mind. Can she blame you though? In a pretty red dress like that, the hem barely reaching her mid thighs, the sleeves going off the shoulder to display the elegant sweep of her neck, a glittering necklace designed to appear as crystallised blood drops hugging her throat. “Maybe I just have a sixth sense for it,” you joke, removing your shoes as you follow after her to the open-plan floor.

Casually, you slide onto the sofa, instantly nestling into the plethora of pillows and blankets that smell of her shampoo—detergent. Fresh cotton and linen. “What have you selected to haunt me with tonight?” You ask, dread already coiling in the pit of your belly. The only upside is she usually lets you bury yourself into her through the duration of whatever horror she feels like, generally followed by a strange form of aftercare, consisting of her talking and explaining her work to you. Which is honestly quite fun: it takes your mind off the film and you get to learn more about her. A win-win, if you will.

“It’s one of my favourites,” she calls, returning to the section of the floor dedicated to the sitting room. “A masterpiece of art, in my opinion.” You offer a shaky smile, thankfully taking the glass of water she’d brought you, “what’s it about?”

“The premise?” She asks. You nod, assuming it’s the right word for whatever you’re asking. “German doctor sews three people anus to mouth.”

You cough into your drink, hurriedly setting it down as you wipe your mouth, turning to stare at her, “and it’s a horror film?” Her lips quirk, and heat washes down your spine, “you sound surprised.” You swallow, eyeing her nervously from the sofa, already fearing the movie—and it has’t even begun.

“So it’s not pornography?” You hedge. The description just sounded a bit…well, there are lots of people in the world. Her smirk turns wolfish, eyes glinting. “I suppose it depends who’s watching, doesn’t it?” You gulp, shifting beneath the blankets. It’ll only be a few hours, you hope. You can last a few hours for her, you’ve done it before.

“It sounds pretty graphic, Am…” You fret, peeking at her over the blanket. She rolls her eyes, mouth still set in that grin of hers that you know means she’s going to enjoy every second of your squirming. “That’s the point. Now settle down, and enjoy it.” Her sharp tone implies enough about what she’ll do to you afterward. And maybe it makes you desperate but you sigh, doing as she says. You miss that gleam in her eye as she watches you follow her orders without much regard for yourself. Promising indeed. How lucky she is to have found such a willing participant in her games. A lovely, little guinea pig.

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You spend most of the film squirming back into the sofa, but she doesn’t snap at you once for disturbing her. Instead, you catch her eyes on you at multiple points, observing you quietly. If you had a sound mind, you would have found it unnerving. But you don’t, so you end the film with wetness coalescing between your thighs instead.

“What did you think?” She asks, smiling faintly at what must be your slightly pallid complexion. You swallow nervously, searching for a way to speak well of her chosen film, without lying. “The costume design was lovely. Special Effects too…woah. They really…did that, huh?” You give her a shaky smile, hoping that’ll end her questioning.

It seems satisfactory, because she leans forward, arms wrapping around your waist. You follow happily, crawling into her lap as her hands settle on your hips, bringing her mouth to your own as her lips slant over yours.

Heat gathers quickly between you, perhaps spurred on by your need to forget the content you just consumed by her will. Her teeth find place in your lower lip, and you whimper, hands moving from her shoulders to push at the neckline of her sinful dress.

She pulls back, keeping you still as you pursue her needfully. “Will you do something for me, pet?” She asks softly, her mouth just out of reach of your own. “Anything,” you sigh, gaze latching to hers. She holds a pill before you, and you nearly go cross-eyed to focus on it, “I want you to swallow this for me.”

You take it from her, plucking the small button shaped tablet for you to examine. Not that it does you much good. “What is it?” You ask curiously, shifting in her lap—reminding yourself of the ache between your thighs. “An experiment,” she answers. Your eyes flick to hers warily, “it’s something you developed?” She nods.

“And it’s gone through those preliterary rounds? Of testing and stuff?” She’d mentioned something like that once. Maybe it had been stationery rounds…? Did stationery have two meanings or three? And was it spelt with and E or and A? Amarantha would know.

She nods again, but smiles as if she knows you’re talking out of your ass. You hesitate, considering. If it’s been properly tested…maybe it’s okay then. Surely she wouldn’t give you something unless it’s guaranteed to be fine. Still…

“What does it do?” You ask, eyes raising to her keen set.

“I thought it could be a surprise,” she counters smoothly. A surprise… So it has to be good then. Kind of, at least? You bite your lip. If it would make her happy, then you guess…

“You don’t have to take it,” she sighs, sounding mildly disappointed as she reaches to take it from you. “No!” You exclaim, putting it on your tongue for it to dissolve before she has the chance to remove it. You want to make her pleased, and you trust her, so it’ll be fine.

She grins, eyes widening marginally with feminine pleasure at your unthinking obedience. “Good girl,” she murmurs, cupping your cheek, lust dancing in her gaze as she takes you in.

You have no idea what you’ve just done, and it sends a thrill down her spine. That you’d satisfy her request so mindlessly—yes, you’re perfect for her. With your eagerness to please her, she couldn’t have dreamed up a better partner for her experiments.

It shouldn’t take long to start working, especially since she knows you’re already anticipating being thrown into her bed—looking forward to it. She does so hope you’ll enjoy this as much as she will. Getting to see you all flushed and messy, panting and sweating as you writhe on her bed, pleading for the slightest brush of relief from her.

Oh yes, she’s going to enjoy tonight.

———

“Am…” you whimper into the darkness of her apartment. “Am, please.”

She cocks her head, watching you with barely concealed delight. It had acted quicker than she had thought, but that gives no complaints on her end. “What do you want, pet?”

You whimper louder, squirming on her bed, completely naked, save for the thigh-highs she’d clothed you in before starting. And the blood red rope binding your forearms together at your back. And also the rope shackling your calves to your thighs. All together, she’s gotten you lying on her bed in the dark, spine arched to make room for your arms and legs that have been tied beneath you.

She steps forward a pace, and you keep your thighs spread and still as she trails her fingers down over your abdomen. She traces some imaginary swirls over the sensitive skin, your muscles flexing beneath her nails. “Please touch me,” you beg, breathlessly, panting into the night. “Hmm? You want me to touch you?” You nod frantically, holding back from bucking your hips, raising to meet her finger tips.

“I don’t know about that, pet,” she hums, clearly amused by your desperation. You could sob from the ache that has you soaking her bed sheets, duvet long ago tossed to the floor. “Am…” you pant, head tossing to the side with the effort of keeping your body still as her fingers dance over your thighs. “Am, please…please.”

“Convince me,” she says, retracing her hand and you whimper, vision blurring as your hips buck. Maybe if you can get upright you can spread your legs enough to get some friction from her mattress. “Why should I give into you? I don’t want to encourage bad behaviour, pet.” Your eyes open as they locate her form, brows furrowing as sweat begins to push up through your skin.

“I know you didn’t enjoy the film. You hate horror,” she explains, folding her arms so that her tits are plumped up. You swallow, a fresh wave of arousal dripping from your heat. “Isn’t that right, pet?” You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as your head falls back into her pillow. But— “Yes, ma’am.”

You can practically envision the way she shivers at the title. She loves it when you use it without her having to ask, namely because it signifies you’ve already reached the point that you’ll do just about anything she asks. Complete submission.

“That’s right, and yet you pretended to like it, didn’t you?” She crawls on top of you, and you whimper when the clothing of her dress scrapes across your sensitive nipples. “Dirty, little liar, aren’t you?” Even in the darkness, you can tell her eyes are gleaming. She’s looking for a reason to punish you.

You shake your head, “no! I liked it, I swear!” She tilts her head to the side, smiling slightly, and you arch your back a little more, the soft weight of her breasts pushing onto you. “Yeah? You liked it?” She asks, leaning closer. You flush with need, wishing your arms weren’t constrained. “Yeah…a little scary, but good. I liked it, Am.”

Her eyes narrow as she looks down at you, weighing your answer. All too suddenly, she smiles, removing herself from your body and tears brim at your lashes. “Am, please!” You whine, hips bucking at the loss of contact. She shushes you, walking over to her TV. “You said you liked it,” she supplies, still smiling from the other end of the room. You nod, though she can’t see you. “Well, you’re in luck, pet,” she drawls, and the beginning of a film starts playing. “There’s a second one!”

You could cry, sob, scream. From pleasure, pain, and an absence of both.

“Oh, don’t pull that face, I’m done teasing you now,” she laughs, but it’s sinister, and you can’t help the feeling that she’s lying somehow. No way it’s over that easy. “Of course, you’re still going to have to work for me, pet.” Yup. There it is. But at least you know the catch now; hopefully it won’t trip you up.

She walks back over to the bed, and you bite your lip to suppress a moan as her eyes lick between your thighs, drinking in the sight of your glistening heat. You open your legs a little wider in response, inviting her to touch you in any way she wants. Her lips quirk, but she moves to her bedside drawer, pulling out a—

“I’ve cleaned it, of course. Cross-contamination, and all that.” She’s caught off guard by a kick of pleasure as you have the audacity to look mildly disappointed. Dumb, little thing. “You want me to use it first?” She asks, arousal clouding the edges of her vision. You’re so, so perfect.

You nod your head frantically and it’s enough to have her resolve fracturing. She sighs, resigned, as she sets the dildo on the bed, enjoying your attention as she pulls the tight, red dress over her head. Your mouth goes dry; your cunt goes hot as you take her in, devouring every inch of her perfection.

Her lips fashion themselves into a smirk as you take in her lacy red underthings: a matching set. “You know I like to prepare,” she drawls, prowling onto the bed. She settles at the foot of the mattress, so she has a lovely view of the hot mess between your thighs. “Open a little wider for me, would you?” She asks, grinning. You follow her order obediently, spreading yourself so she’ll be able to get to you, should she want. You hope she does.

“That’s it. Good girl.” The praise settles in the pit of your tummy, adding to the already unbearable heat between your legs, bubbling away.

Your skin goes hot, then cold, as she places the toy beneath her, going up onto her knees. Her eyes lock on yours, mouth parting in a quiet breath as her fingers slip into her wet heat. The sounds are obscene for the start of what is bound to be a long night. Her digits locate her clit with innate ease, circling a few times before dipping down, experimenting with how wet she is.

It seems it’s satisfactory as she brings her hand back up the front of her body, trailing silvery lines of arousal over her skin as she cups her breast. “You’d better be enjoying the view, pet. This is especially for you,” she grins, flicking her fingers over her nipples as she lowers herself enough so the toy is nestled between her thighs. It’s barely past the tip, but you’re already so turned on by the sight of her being so sexual with you that your mind goes dizzy.

Amarantha laughs slightly, taking in your awed expression. “You always get that look when you see me. Like you’d do anything to have your mouth on me at all times.” You nod eagerly, whimpering at the statement. That idea sounds really, fucking appetising right now. She chuckles at your response, how enthusiastic you are about enjoying her.

A wicked light gleams in her eyes as she begins sinking down onto the toy and you watch as it fills her up. “Maybe I should look into finding ways to keep your warm, wet mouth attached to my pretty cunt? Would you like that, pet?” You don’t have it in you to be ashamed as you nod again, too high on arousal and the promise of pleasure to care about the indignity. “Yeah? Want to be my little centipede, hm?” You don’t care anymore, you just nod. Nod to everything she says in the hopes it’ll encourage her to move onto you faster and satisfy the ache between your thighs.

“That’s my girl. So desperate for me, aren’t you? Do anything I asked you to, wouldn’t you?” She drawls, finally settling on the bed, the toy beep inside her heat. She looks down, noting the same. When her eyes lock on yours, there’s something more animal in her gaze, something sharp and wicked. Honed and bladed. Her lips lift in a feline curve, “ready for me, pet?”

You put your teeth in your lip as you bite down a moan, waiting for her to move, nodding. She smiles, lifting off the dildo as she crawls up your body. One hand tangles in the hair at the back of your head, tugging you upright, guiding the tip to your mouth. “Go on,” she goads, still smiling, “have a taste.”

You don’t need to be told twice, eyes locking on hers lustfully as your tongue flicks out, latching your mouth over the head of the toy, tasting her on your tongue. You moan, brows curving upward as you silently plead for more. She smiles, pushing you back into the bed. “You want something better? Something more intense? More pleasurable?” She drawls. “Yes! Please, Am! Please, please!”

Amarantha laughs. “Open wide, pet.”

You don’t hesitate, tongue lolling out, awaiting her soft, wet heat to grace your mouth. Instead, she pushes the base of the dildo between your lips, teeth fitting into the divot between the small suction pad and the beginning of the toy comfortably. “I didn’t say who it would be more pleasurable for, love,” she grins, swinging her leg over your head, hand tangling in your hair so she can watch as she sinks down onto your mouth. “Besides, isn’t this so much better? You get to watch me fuck myself on top of you. You can watch as this pretty thing sinks deep into my pretty cunt. Isn’t that what you want?”

She grins, knowing you can’t reply. “Just think about it, pet. I’m already dripping over you. This toy’s going to be swallowed up before you even know what’s happening, and then it’ll be like what you’re used to. You get to have your pretty face between my legs, while I get myself off on your mouth.” She tightens around the toy as she hears your muffled whine. You’re panting deeply, body being ravaged by that lovely little pill you’d so mindlessly taken.

“And then, when it’s nice and wet, I’ll put it inside of you. Won’t you like that, pet? Having me so deep inside of you? Like I’m filling you up with my come? Imagine me coating your insides. Won’t that be lovely?” Your eyes practically roll back as she winds her hips over the dildo, settling low enough her wet heat presses down onto you, and you indulge.

It’s just like she said: she’s dripping, her arousal collecting every time she slides down on the cock, letting it trickle into your mouth, collecting on your tongue. “Yeah? Is that better, pet? Enjoying it more now?” She taunts, clit pressing onto your nose. You nod, if only because you know it’ll feel good for her.

Amarantha moans at the movement, thighs going weak as her full weight settles over you and you could swear you’re in heaven. Her heat encasing your senses, her fingers in your hair, knowing her muscles are going weak from pleasure—pleasure that you’re helping provide. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?” She whispers softly, eyes peeking open to look at you. “So good at getting me off, huh?” She laughs to herself. “My little centipede,” she coos.

God, you hope that name doesn’t stick.

Outside the bedroom, at least.

She nods to herself, “I think that’s enough, don’t you?” Then she’s raising onto her knees, leaving you feeling cold as she removes the dildo from your mouth. She turns on your face, so she’s looking down at your bound body. “Ready for me, pet? Ready to have me inside of you? Inside your pretty little cunt?” She asks, a honeyed lilt to her words. “Yes!” A plead and confirmation in one, feeling like you could sob as she presses the tip of the toy at your entrance. The idea of it being inside of you, so soon after having been used by her…the world spins a little.

“Stay with me,” she orders, tapping the head of the object on your clit. A startled moan spills from your lips, making her chuckle. “There you go, swallow it up.” She pushes the warm head inside of you, and you spread your thighs wide, raising your hips as much as you can. One of her hands wraps beneath your shin, helping to move them out from under you.

Tears slip from your lashes as she fills you up—at last. Arousal spills down your thighs as you mix together, deep inside your cunt. “Yes, yes, yes,” you breathe softly, over and over.

“Good girl, keep taking it. Take it all—yes, that’s right.” You could sob when it’s fully inside of you, touching those sensitive spots that make you tighten. “Ready, now? Ready for some fun?” She asks from above you, and you can hear how needy she is, having been the one to watch as she pushed the used dildo into your pussy.

“Yes, ma’am,” you whimper, barely more than a soft exhale onto her inner thigh. “Perfect,” she murmurs, just before settling down onto your mouth. You open on autopilot, tongue darting out to taste her because you need her flavour, need to feel her, need to have her in your stomach. You moan against her soft, wet heat, pushing your wet muscle against her entrance, flicking it over her clit.

You cry out when her fingers begin oscillating gently over your bundle of nerves, landing soft taps and careful strokes to stimulate you while pushing the toy in and out. “Stop pleasuring me, and you won’t get an orgasm, pet,” she breathes lowly, the threat coming out clear as day. “I can force you to give me as many highs as I want with you all wrapped up like this. You don’t need to do a thing,” she warns, grinding over your mouth. “All I need to do is take a seat on your face and strap a vibrator to myself and you’ll be drowning in my cum.”

You’re tempted to stop just so she will, but you need your own release—so badly. So you keep working, tongue flicking over her clit as she pays you the attention you’ve been dying for; craving throughout the night.

Amarantha curses lowly, “good girl, that’s it. Keep doing that and I’ll be coming on your tongue in no time. Just keep fucking going. Work that mouth of yours. Don’t you dare stop.” You wouldn’t dream of it—you want her to come as much as she does. Her oscillations tighten, adding pressure and you feel the toy bumping against those spots again. Your muscles seize in preparation, pushing your face deeper into her wet heat, wanting to have all of her on your mouth as you suckle her clit.

There’s no way your face is anything but drenched, but you find the thought appealing: having her scent, her slick on your skin as proof of her pleasure. Pleasure you’ve served her. It’s enough to have you tipping over the edge. By the feel of it, she’s going with you, grinding herself over your mouth as arousal drips off her, coating you entirely as she curses again and again. You allow her to move as she wants, riding your face, sticking your tongue out as it swipes over her clit until she’s calmed down.

She allows the toy to slip out of your sopping cunt, flopping on her mattress as she pulls off your face. She’s panting, lipstick a little faded, but looking as appetising as ever. You want her to do that again. Want to flip her on her back so you can go down on her, show her how much you love her.

“How’re you feeling, pet?” She pants, swinging off your mouth so she’s at your side. “Am…” you breathe, looking at her needfully, “please, untie me.”

She seems a little disappointed at that, “tapping out?” Her eyes eagerly track the rise and fall of your chest, skin gleaming with sweat. “No way in hell. But I need you on your back, Am,” you pant, looking at her with heat in your eyes that tells her exactly what you want to do.

It’s the quickest she’s ever obliged a request you’ve made in bed before, and she’s never been more proud of an experiment than tonight. It’s justified, to her—even if you’re the first trial run, and she’d lied to you, you’d still taken the pill without asking the right questions. And the outcome is fine. More than fine, even.

The pill is doing exactly what it’s supposed to, and now you’re working her to orgasm after orgasm thanks to her hard work in her lab. A fitting reward, having the power to turn you into her little sex slave whenever she wants. And all she needs to do is give you that faked look of disappointment; you’ll be coerced into anything.

Taglist: @myheartfollower @tcris2020 @mali22 @amygdtjhddzvb

#Amarantha #Amarantha x fem!reader #x f!reader #Amarantha smut #modern!acotar #modern!amarantha #Human Centipede #Amarantha x fem!reader smut

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ao3feed-adaleon · 3 months ago

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saturday mornings

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/PNgC5KY by pink_strawberry_kisses sent in from tumblr [ask from anon] okay but, aeon quickie in the morning before the kids wake up… they know they might not have much time but they’re 📯 anyways Words: 3454, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Aeon blurbs, drabbles and one shots Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Ada Wong, aeon children - Character, aeon twins - Character, Original Characters Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Ada Wong Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Smut, Shameless Smut, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, married with kids, Gratuitous Smut, Morning Sex, Morning Cuddles, Lazy Mornings, Post-Resident Evil 6, Post-Resident Evil: Vendetta, Oblivious Leon S. Kennedy, Leon S. Kennedy Loves Ada Wong, Ada Wong Loves Leon S. Kennedy, Married Couple, Morning Wood, maybe squirting??, very wet, sorry - Freeform, this is gross, im sorry, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/PNgC5KY

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #aeon #leon x ada #ada x leon

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steddie-fanfic-recs · 1 year ago

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Slutty Social Media

by blissedoutvixen

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley Additional Tags: Social Media, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Semi-Public Sex, party hookups, Slut Steve Harrington, We Say With Love, Slut Shaming, but only kind of, Size Queen Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Has a Big Dick, it's fate, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Wears Eddie Munson's Clothes, It Leads to Feelings Realizations, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, And Likes to Be Called a Slut, Dirty Talk, All the Petnames, gratuitous use of the word slut, light degradation, Light Dom/sub, Kink Discovery, Subspace, Mildly Dubious Consent, Because Steve is Drunk and Eddie is High, But They are Both Sooo Into It, Soft Dom Eddie Munson, Under-negotiated Kink, Situational Humiliation, just a little, More Discussion of 90's Music Than You Would Think, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, steve is oblivious, Maybe Very Slight Dumbification, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, Sub Steve Harrington, But He's Just Realizing it and Doesn't Know What It Is, Swimmer Steve Harrington, thirst traps, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Exhibitionism, I spell it 'cum', Sorry Not Sorry, Steve Harrington Being Called "Princess", Babygirl Steve Harrington, Praise Kink, Crying During Sex Words: 15,495 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

"Your Instagram is kind of slutty, Steve." "What?" he protests. "No it's not!" Robin raises an eyebrow at him. "Steve, come on." Or: Steve has a really slutty Instagram presence and it's kind of ruining Eddie's life. Also, Eddie would love Alice In Chains and I will die on that hill.

#steddie #steddie fic rec #oneshot #10-25k #au modern #au college

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smutconnoisseur · 2 years ago

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♡ Cherry Claimed ♡

Pairing ♡ RetiredCap!Alpha!Steve Rogers x Baker!Omega!Bucky Barnes

Word Count ♡ 4.5K

Rating ♡ E

Read On Ao3

Tags ♡ Diner AU, Non- Traditional A/b/o, Shrunkyclunks, Older man/younger man, Oblivious Steve Rogers, Gratuitous use of Cherries, Explicit Sexual Content, Everything Is Beautiful & Nothing Hurts

Summary ♡ Steve has been a simple man since he retired. Goes to the same small-town diner ‘Barnes, every day. He’s not the best cook, and it’s the warm home-cooked meals he’s missed out on.

Initially enticed by the sweet aromas drawing him in by his nose past the front bell. The family-owned restaurant is friendly staffed. But it’s the smell of sugar, ripe sweet cherries, and homemade dough that he wants. Every day he orders the same burger at the same booth.

Every day he asks for the dessert special, and every day he doesn’t get what he wants.

Square + Prompt ♡

Ⓝ ⓶ + Oblivious Pining | All Caps Bingo | Card # AC 1094 | All Caps Bingo Masterlist @allcapsbingo

Ⓝ ⓷ + Retired!Cap (Free space) | Stucky Bingo | Card # R40101 | Stucky Bingo Masterlist @stuckybingo

Ⓘ ⓶ + Accidental Scent Bonding | AFG Omegaverse Bingo | @afgomegaversebingo

Ⓝ ⓷ + Diner AU (free space) | AF AU Bingo | @anyfandomaubingo

Ⓖ ⓷ + Claiming Marks | Sebastian Stan Bingo | @sebastianstanbingo

Ⓝ ⓷ + Rimming (free space) | AFG Kink Bingo | @anyfandomkinkbingo

Author's Note ♡ Mood-board made myself 🍒/ The wonderful art in this fic is made by : @buckymilf | graphic credit : @firefly-graphics | Masterlist | AO3 |

#stucky #ao3 #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #fanfic #smutconnoisseur #fic moodboard #shrunkyclunks #steve x bucky #allcapsbingo2023 #stucky bingo round 4 #anyfandomaubingo #anyfandomkinkbingo #sebastian stan bingo #anyfandomomegabingo #alpha steve rogers #omega bucky barnes #stucky fanart

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terresdebrume · 9 months ago

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for the OTP ask meme: 14 and 51 for Webgott (or whichever ship where that's an interesting question/whichever you want lol)

[Ask me about my OTPs]

Thanks for the ask :D I love the questions you picked, they're difficult but in a great way :3

14: How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

So to me, the way David is portrayed in the series makes him seem like a guy that's even-tempered enough people may wonder if anything actually gets to him, who can definitely be oblivious to how things and people work (I mean, the guy is out of a war for 4 months, comes back, and it apparently doesn't occur to him that the guys he doesn't see right away might be injured or dead? Come on.) In my headcanon, part of this even-tempered-ness exists because he got lucky and is just like, emotionally solid, so to speak, but another part of it is also that I headcanon him as someone who doesn't always realize he has Feelings about Stuff, until they bubble up and he finds himself snapping about it.

(Full disclosure: my headcanon of Web is a little bit autistic-leaning, but I think his spot on the spectrum would be one where he'd go under the radar until and unless something made it impossible for him to arrange his life in a way that accomodates his needs)

Meanwhile, Joe definitely knows when he feels things, he's just generally not happy about feeling them and has a tendency to make it everyone else's problem. (Or Web's, once they get together.) I think, in a way, the reason he ribs Web constantly (seemingly especially after he comes back from the hospital?) is because he can't wrap his head around the concept of a guy who's been living the same shit Joe has and seems to be as affected by that as a a dog is affected by the theory of relativity. I think it just doesn't compute, and at least his earlier niggling is partially a scientific experiment to see if he can Make This Guy Emote.

Which of course, to Web (who is oblivious and doesn't realize his apparent mental stability in the face of Everything is odd) probably feels like gratuitous targeted harrassment until he figures out how to read Joe and realize that actually this is just an elaborate form of pigtails-pulling (or at least it becomes that after a while)

So, like. Overall I think Web and Lieb compliment each other in the same places they clash: Web doesn't know what he feels most of the time but has no issues talking about it when he does, which Joe finds both fascinating and frustrating because who the fuck rolls over on their back and bares their chest like that on a regular basis, am I right? He thinks it's breathtakingly brave stupid.

Meanwhile, Joe will bite your head off before he admits that he like strawberry cake over chocolate, actually, but because Web is already used to having to retroengineer his emotions from context clues (and he's trying to figure out why Joe hates him specifically) he ends up accidentally figuring out a whole lot about Joe that other people don't, which then gives him the necessary insight to respond to what Joe is externalizing rather than what he's saying which in turn makes him possibly the best person for Joe to hang out with.

51: What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Honestly? All the ways. As in, I think they probably go like, ten or twenty years without ever actually using the words, mostly because again, Joe is allergic, and by the time Web realizes it he's already been showing it for a while anyway.

I would say the most deliberate way Web says this to Joe is to get him food, especially greasy or sweet food on a semi-regular basis. Forget flowers: David knows that as far as Lieb is concerned, love is stored in the butter.

For Joe, I think when he actually tries to show affection he does it by seeking out activities that are relevant to David's interests (though not without complaining, of course). This ranges from spontaneously giving David his gracious permission to drag him to the sea so thay can go sailing, to saving for three months so they can drive up to that conference about sharks two states over.

#Band of Brothers #Webgott #Joe Liebgott #David Webster #Assbox Games #10n

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dhr-ao3 · 3 months ago

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Not Pretty Enough

Not Pretty Enough https://ift.tt/QoqjLYN by JillyJeanLouise Words: 8144, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Vaginal Sex, Sex, Loss of Virginity, Daddy Kink, Inappropriate Use of Legilimency (Harry Potter), Inappropriate Use of Malfoy Signet Ring (Harry Potter), Mirror Sex, Pining Draco Malfoy, Oblivious Hermione Granger, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Face-Sitting, Nipple Play, Inappropriate Use of Wandless Magic (Harry Potter), Cock Warming, Cock Warming as Punishment, One Shot, Complete via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/Z3C5z4y September 04, 2024 at 04:10AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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wangxianficfinder · 1 year ago

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In the mood for...

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1. hey y'all im hoping you're having a good holiday. im in the mood for jin ling having a complex about his courtesy name. thanks, y'all are spectacular!

climbing up that coastal shelf by Sour_Idealist (T, 15k, JC & JL & WWX, JC & JL, JC & WWX, JL & LSZ, JL & WWX, Post-Canon, Mutually Unrequited Forgiveness, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Family History, Generational Trauma, Discussion of Canonical Abuse, Awkward Attempts at Communication, mentions of past JC/WQ, Fairy is a good dog) This is for #1 but it's not the focus of the entire fic, just the second section

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2. Hello! In the mood for canon setting time loop fics? Not just going back in time once, but someone is stuck in a loop over and over again. Preferably Wei Wuxian-centric, but it could be any character. Love this blog, thank you all! @gloriousclotpole

the cycle of regret by KouriArashi (T, 14k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Fix-It, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Canon) LWJ is the one stuck in the loop

Wearing Down Every Bone by CSHfic, VSfic (E, 30k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Time Loop, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Case Fic, Curses, Pining, Getting Together, Time Travel, Night Hunts, Hurt wwx, Mystery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Use Your Words, Mutual Pining, Depression and Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, gratuitous use of empathy) I have something that's post-canon rather than strictly canon, but still deserves a mention I feel

Pocketful of Soul by Jenrose (T, 182k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, BAMF MXY, MXY Lives, Genderfluid MXY, MXY Backstory, POV MXY, If At First You Don’t Succeed Try Try Again and Again and Again, Wangxian Speedrun, times three because time travel, Found Family, Genius MXY, Genius WWX, Not particularly JGY friendly, CQL-based) Pocketful of Soul by Jenrose is probably not what people expect from time loops but it is time loops nonetheless

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3. Do you know good fics where Yu Ziyuan got some karma for the way she treated Wei Wuxian? Bonus if her husband got some karma too (even if he never mistreated directly Wei Wuxian, he didn't stop his wife to abuse him)

🔒If Wishes Were Donkeys by NightOwl1 (M, 101k, WIP, WangXian, SVSSS, Time Travel Fix-It, Case Fic, Mpreg, Fluff and Humor, Dysfunctional Jiāng Family, Bad Parent YZY, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Period-Typical Homophobia, Crossdressing, LWJ and WWX Have a Breeding Kink, It’s All The System’s Fault, Post-Canon, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Warning: JGS, Good Uncle LQR, LWJ and WWX Are LSZ’s Parents, Inappropriate Humor, Family Feels)

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4. Hi! Itmf where lan wangji and Wei wuxian are in an established relationship and suddenly lan wangji goes back in time. ❤️❤️

The Second Hand Unwinds by trulywicked (E, 25k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, Time Travel Fix-It, not JC friendly, not Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect friendly, not Jiāng Family friendly, not YZY friendly, Time Travelling LWJ, Protective LWJ, Fluff, Minor Angst, Minor Character Death, JGS is his own warning, Wooing, LWJ is romantic af, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Protective Gūsū Lán Sect, Supportive LXC, Good Uncle LQR, WIP)

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5. I love all time travel, but could I ask for fics where the person time-travelling isn't wwx? I'd love for the person to seize the opportunity to make sure that wwx experiences less (or none!) of the Horrors haha

🔒💖 The blame game by apathyinreverie (T, 13k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, WWX & WQ, LXC & WWX, canon divergence, time travel fix-it, possessive LWJ, oblivious WWX, fluff, siblings, romance, golden core reveal, golden core fix-it) Lan Xichen travels back to just before Wei Wuxian liberates the Wens and supports him.

Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong, [PODFIC] Lynchpin by Gwogobo) the one travelling is JC, to the moment he and LWJ find WWX after Burial Mounds

Resilience. by Vrishchika (T, 7k, wangxian, time travel, not JC friendly, golden core transfer fix-it) JC & LWJ are the time travellers

Time, Time, Time by skeletonofaplant (G, 44k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, LSZ & WWX, JYL & JL & JZX, LJY & LSZ, Time Travel Fix-It, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, Angst, Fluff, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Time Travelling Junior Ensemble, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, Humor) The Junior Quartet time travels

A Matter of Time series by mrcformoso (E, 70 k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, POV LWJ, POV JC, Dark LWJ, Manipulation, Grooming, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Consensual Underage Sex, Except problematic please read warning in first chapter, Blood and Violence, Insane LWJ, Manic LWJ, Conditioning, WWX is a Lán, Minor Character Death, Confused JC, Golden Core Reveal, Good Friend NHS, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiāngs, Abusive Jiāng Family, Jiāng Family Bashing, Jiāng Family Critical, POV NHS, Dark NHS, Anal Sex, Marathon Sex, Dual Cultivation, Qīnghéng-jūn Lives, LWJ Has a Big Dick, WWX Self-Lubricates, Plot Twists, Porn With Plot, Scheming NHS, Manipulative NHS, BAMF LWJ, BAMF WWX) Dark!LWJ time travels & sets out to ensure WWX has a happy life

A Narrow Bridge by FrameofMind, Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle) (E, 700k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Getting Together, First Time, Pining while fucking, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Angst with a Happy Ending, CQL Verse, almost everybody lives/almost nobody dies, epistolary-ish, canon-ish side pairings, radishes) LWJ time travels. Features an interesting price for the second chance

💖 With Surgical Precision by metisket (T, 20k, WQ & WN, WQ & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel, Families of Choice, sibling bonding through murder) WQ time travels

💖 Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing) LQR time travels

Never Again by Hauntcats (T, 67k, WWX & WN & WQ, JC & WWX, wangxian, graphic depictions of violence, major character death, Canon Divergence, Angst, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Time Travel Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Dark, BAMF WWX, mentions of abuse, Not Everyone Dies au, XY doesn’t have a happy ending) Technically WWX does time travel in this, but only after WQ does

Regrets by antebunny (G, 38k, wangxian, miscommunication, misundersandings, time travel fix-it, temporary character death, angst w/ happy ending, fluff, hurt/comfort) Both LWJ & WWX time travel

The Wild Geese’s Tomb by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (T, 66k, WangXian, Time Travel AU, fixit, Temporary Character Death) several people time travel, including WWX, but it's LWJ pov

somehow, someway, we all get to someday by Stratisphyre (T, 76k, CSSR/LQR/WCZ, LQR & Madam Lan, LQR & CSSR, wangxian, JYL & LXC, Madam Lan/OFC, Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, Canon-Typical Violence, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Parenthood, Not Everyone Dies AU, Threesome - F/M/M, Family Feels, Not JFM Friendly, Not Lan Sect Friendly, past emotional abuse, Demisexual Character, Inclusive discussions of reproductive rights) it's lqr who goes back

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6. Hii! For the next itmf, do you guys have any f1 recs? Thank you!

Set the pace by Lunarieen (T, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, Coffee Shops & Cafés, Sports, Getting Together, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of an accident (nothing graphic), 5+1 Things, Light Angst, Slow Burn, Formula 1)

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7. For the next intmf could you do any of your favourite there was only one bed or fake dating fics?

Just the best pining from both sides and the angst of lying in bed next to the boy you like!

The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 70k, WangXian, Modern AU, Accidental Baby Acquisition,Kid Fic, explicit in much much later chapters, green card marriage (but not really), pining for your own husband, endless pining, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Nothing else bad or traumatic happens to the baby, [Podfic of] The Simplest Way Forward by knight_tracer)

You, Asleep and Dreaming by etymologyplayground (M, 9k, WangXian, LWJ POV, 5+1 Things, Literal Sleeping Together, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Intimacy, Getting Together, Fluff, Post-Canon, Undressing, wwx's 'angry lwj' kink)

abort retry fail by aroceu (E, 21k, wangxian, amnesia, married WX, internalized homophobia, handholding, smut, canon-typical kink, fluff & humor, SBWY)

Always Knew You Were Magical by jeyhawk (E, 25k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Curse Breaking, Case Fic, Sharing a Bed, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Pining, Resolved Sexual Tension, Masturbation, First Time, Blow Jobs, curse fic, College/University, True Love's Kiss, Attempted self harm under the influence of a curse)

the moon lives in the lining of your skin by sarahyyy (M, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Friends With Benefits, Misunderstandings, Oblivious, Pining, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Roommates)

cut through the clouds, break the ceiling by tardigradeschool (G, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Love Confessions, Drunken Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Pining, Fluff)

call me home and I'll build you a throne by ana_cp (E, 51k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Post-CQL, Canon Compliant, Cloud Recesses, Getting Together, Developing Relationship, Gūsū Lán Juniors Dynamics, Touch-Starved, Non-Sexual Intimacy, ... and then Sexual Intimacy, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Farmer WWX, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Mutual Pining, Communication, Quietly Falling Into a Married Life, Light Angst, (because they don't think they deserve each other), Wholesome, POV LWJ, POV WWX, Sharing a Bed, WWX's Birthday, Semi-Public Sex, Inventor WWX, Jealous WWX)

The answer has always been yes by Magnolia822 (E, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Sharing a Bed, Bisexual Male Character, Frottage, Sexual Tension, Unsafe Sex, Getting Together, There Was Only One Bed)

End Racism on the OTW - Adventures in Pet Sitting by raitala (E, 63k, WangXian, background NieLan, Modern AU, Mild Hurt/Comfort, obscure animal facts, Artist WWX, Maths Nerd LWJ, POV LWJ, comphet lwj, Self-Realisation, Coming Out, London, Sharing a Bed, Exploring Sexuality, Mutual Pining, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Masturbation, Light Dom/sub, Oral Sex, Frottage)

🔒 tuck me in by belovedmuerto (T, 4k, WangXian, bed sharing, Hurt/Comfort, mostly comfort, Pre-Slash, Getting Together, Nightmares, expressions of care)

Out of the Bin and Into Your Heart by Alaceron (T, 27k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fake/Pretend relationship, Oblivious WWX)

❤️ save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, modern w magic, college/university au, fake/pretend relationship, single parent WWX, homophobia, light angst w/ happy ending, idiots to lovers, fluff)

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8. A more severely autistic lan wangji? With Wangxian, explorations of ableism,

My Boy Builds Coffins by enbysaurus_rex (Not Rated, 48k, WangXian, Coffin Maker AU, YL WWX, Location: Yílíng, LWJ builds coffins, Autistic LWJ, falling in love over a coffin, Hurt WWX, Mutual Pining, LWJ Has Feelings, Deathscapes, Death as a bittersweet community thing, accidental ecofiction, Farmer LWJ)

a new kind of silence by deliciousblizzardshark (E, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, Autistic LWJ, Communication Disorder, Trans LWJ, Protective WWX, Pregnant LWJ, Panic Attacks, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Soft WangXian, POV WWX)

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9. hi hiii i’ve looked through your omegaverse recs, but i’m specifically trying to find fics where wwx and lwj were both alphas pre death, but wwx became an omega when he woke up in mxy’s body. do you have any like that?

You've got me feelin' like a child now by MaggieoftheOwls (E, 9k, wangxian, A/B/O, Alpha LWJ, Past Alpha WWX, Omega MXY, not that Wangxian realize at first)

March 31st by Midshipsman (E, 3k, wangxian, A/B/O, Alpha LWJ, Alpha WWX, Omega MXY, Gender Dysphoria, Body Dysphoria, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Biting, Oral Knotting, Top WWX, Switching (kinda), Loving acceptance of your partner's needs, Trans Male Character, Light BDSM)

Tilted by BadPennyGirl, thedawnwall (M, 24k, wangxian, A/B/O, Alpha WWX, Alpha LWJ, Omega MXY, Gender Dysphoria, Sexual Tension, No Sex, Just a lot of thirsting, Canon-Typical Gender Stereotypes, Getting Together, WN is the Best Brother, Cuddling & Snuggling, Spooning, Masturbation, JC Tries, JC is So Done, Omega WN)

( Five to Seven Days by Unforth (E, 5k, wangxian, A/B/O, Canon Divergence, Vers LWJ, Bottom LWJ, Vers WWX, Top WWX, WWX in MXY's Body, Omega WWX, Alpha MXY, Alpha LWJ, Knotting, Rutting, Body Dysphoria, WWX is Kind Of Presentation Queer, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Explicit Consent) and the opposite, formerly omega!wwx is now in alpha!mxy's body )

Smoke by TenyaTrash (E, 298k, WangXian, ZhuiLing, NieLan, Drama & Romance, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Relationships, Mutual Pining, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Beta LXC, Alpha Turned Omega WWX, Lost Love, Omega LSZ, Beta JL, Alpha JC, Omega NHS, Sharing Body Heat, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Denial of Feelings, Scenting, Scent Marking, Primarily CQL with elements of novel thrown in, Sibling Bonding, Courting Rituals, Marriage Proposal, Protective JC, Yunmeng Brothers Reconciliation, Versatile wangxian, Married Life, Enthusiastic Consent, Family Bonding, supportive families, Divergent Omegaverse, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics)

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10. ITMF longform college au fics! slowburn and preestablished friendship preferred. bonus if there's nightmare hurt/comfort or sickfic elements, i just like when they take care of each other :) thanks!! @monstergreentea

and here comes the summertime by ribena (M, 72k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Academia, this is set in America, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Slice of Life, Humor, Light Angst, Falling In Love, Found Family)

mating rituals by detectorist (E, 16k, WangXian, XuanLi, Modern AU, College/University, Humour, Pining, Getting Together, Idiots in Love)

💖 Pentimento. by orange_crushed (E, 73k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, art conservation, museums, pining, not actually unrequited love, angst w/ happy ending, misunderstandings, smut, major character injury, hospitalization, hurt/comfort, past incarceration, forgery) kind of? lots of college flashbacks?

Walk the Circle in the Other Direction by notevenyou (E, 31k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, High School, Coming Out, Homophobia, Bad Parenting, Alcohol, Recreational Drug Use, Vomiting, Panic Attack, Bullying, Minor Injuries, Blood, Fighting, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Oblivious WWX, honestly not as dark as the tags make it seem, bisexual wwx, WWX/MM, sex between a man and a woman)

Falling Headlong by floraidh (T, 35k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, skater au, First Meetings, First Kiss, Getting Together, autistic lwj)

Only Fools Rush In by justpeace (M, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Bisexual Disaster WWX, Asian-American Character, Banter, Flirting, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together)

But really, why? by Scrippio (T, 52k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University)

take me home (where i belong) by scarletwanlian (E, 153k, WangXian, Modern AU, Slice of Life, PTSD, Trauma, Dissociation, Music, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Depression, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Injury Recovery, mental recovery, Mental Health Issues, Non-Sexual Intimacy, AND sexual intimacy, Literal Sleeping Together, First Time, Families of Choice, Car Accidents, Found Family, Flashbacks, Nightmares, gore elements somewhat, descriptions can get a bit gorey at times, Eventual Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending, Healing, Character Study, Grief/Mourning, Survivor Guilt, Whump)

like blue flame over my fingertips by tangerinechar (T, 37k, WangXian, College/University, Mutual Pining, 5+1 Things, Food as a Metaphor for Love, lwj and jzx being reluctant bros)

🔒you are safe / loved / worthy / enough by everythingispoetry (T, 150k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Social Media, Mental Health Issues, Healing, self-care, Anxiety, Hurt/Comfort, the mortifying ordeal of self-acceptance, Falling In Love, Depression, Slow Burn)

(Planning the Day) To Meet You by Bettydice (E, 61k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Pining, Mutual Pining, WWX raises A-Yuàn, minimum angst, MAXIMUM GAY, Self-indulgent fluff, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, POV LWJ, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Intercrural Sex)

Stumbling Into You by Magnolia822 (E, 39k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Practice Kissing, Bisexuality, Coming Out, New York City, Denial of Feelings, Mutual Pining, Hand Jobs, Jealousy, Light Angst, Fluff and Smut, Slow Burn, Past WWX/MM, Underage Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, Family Dynamics, Falling In Love, Found Family, Unsafe Sex, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning)

❤️ the best of you by sysrae (E, 41k, WangXian, XuanLi, Modern AU, College/University, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, slightly undernegotiated kink, Nightmares, Panic Attacks, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, JFM and Madam Yu's A+ parenting, Dysfunctional Family, Mental Health Issues, the most tender of railings, Reference to animal attacks/animal cruelty, descriptions of past violence)

🔒some impulse of delight by handclaps (E, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, First Time, Light Bondage)

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11. I want wangxian fics like the web series "TRANSPLANT" , it's an hospital story, about a doc, Hamed who came from a war background? He has got ultra instincts, a gifted doc, a nice kind person. He was a patient in the hospital and 2 weeks later he joined in as the doc there. The story is nice.

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12. Fics where

A) wwx and/or lwj is a biker?

B) wx like to dance together like in a lazy afternoon, or after a soft beautiful date, or on their wedding day, or when a yuan is baby talking.

12B)

Across the street to another life by danegen (M, 99k, WangXian, Modern AU, unleashed au, Family Fluff, Set in America, Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Addiction, Crime, Amnesia, Ableist Language, another fridged mother, POV Alternating, past wwx/ofc, past wwx/omc, Medium parent YZY, A-Yuan is wwx’s biological son, Musicians, Happy Ending) this fic is mostly very angsty but there is one very cute wangxian dancing scene. Good fic though

For Once In My Life by Selenay (M, 7k, wangxian, Modern, Dance AU, Strictly Come Dancing Fusion, Dancer WWX, Violinist LWJ, Ballroom Dancing, Established Relationship, Romantic Fluff, the inherent sexiness of being lovingly cared for, Podfic Available) might like For Once in My Life; It's a sequel to a longer fic (also great!) where wangxian are dance partners on a reality show, but this part is mostly about them practising a dance together at home, so it could fit the request.

Just Ask Me To Stay by mrcformoso (M, 21k, wangxian, Former JZn/WWX, Minor LXC/NMJ, Minor JYL/JZX, Modern, Dancer WWX, Musician LWJ, Roommates, Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Break Up, Post-Break Up, Recovery, Family, Realizing Your Best Friend is the Love of Your Life, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, And LWJ is not having it, Sex as Self Worth Reaffirmation, Fluff, Light Angst, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Domestic Fluff, LWJ Has a Big Dick, WWX Has a Breeding Kink, Size Queen WWX, Belly Bulge, Porn With Plot, WWX Has Friends, LWJ Has Friends, Hurt/Comfort, Romantic Comedy, Cute, Feel-good) WWX is a dancer and he dances on good days and LWJ dances with him.

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13. for the next ITMF,

a) (wangxian's or any) future child/ren time travel in the past

b) boashan sanren is present/involved in the storyline (like she went down her mountain, being with wwx, or any)

c) secretly married wangxian (pref. modern)

thankyouuuuuu!!!

13A)

Baby Of Mine by pupeez4eva (G, 3k, wangxian, time travel, humor, canon divergence, everyone lives, gusu school days, family)

Ardent Desires by crestre (Not rated, 6k, wangxian, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, A/B/O, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Mpreg, Fix-It of Sorts)

13B)

Become Tomorrow by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 39k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, WWX is BSSR’s disciple) WWX is BSSR's disciple

Can't Tell Me Nothin by natacup82 (T, 35k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, Family Feels, Communication, BAMF Women)

Ghosts Shouldn’t by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 15k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

13C)

Love Me Just A Little by mostlynonsense (travelingpsycho) (T, 16k, WangXian, Modern, Family Feels, Fake Dating (But Married), Happy Ending, Established Relationship)

Me and my husband (we are doing better) by like_a_bird_that_flew (G, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Yanli's POV, Fluff, Coming Out, Family Feels, Light Angst, Attempt at Humor, Established Relationship, Unresolved Emotional Tension, It's mostly super fluffy though dw, Family, Romance) secret marriage

Here everyone knows you're the way to my heart by like_a_bird_that_flew (T, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Coming Out, Angst and Humor, Mostly chill though, Family Feels, POV Alternating, Established Relationship) secret relationship (not married yet)

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14. Hello, would you be a dear and suggest me some fics? I'm in the mood for fics where there's little wwx and little lwj, but especially little wwx being adorably cute and getting a lot of love. Even more lovelier if little lwj got interested in little wwx early on. Basically I want kiddos wwx & lwj. Thank you very much and have a nice day, dearest.

Noodle-Xian and Fluff-Ji Series by meyari (G, 10k, WangXian, JFM/YZY, Kid Fic, Shifter, Fluff, Dragon WWX, Bunny LWJ, bunny lwj, Shifter AU, dragon wwx, Discussion of Serious Injury, discussion of curses) Also very fluffy (literally and figuratively) with animal transformation

#FreePalestine | a birthday treat! by gentil-minou (Flyingsuits) (G, 7k, wangxian, Pre-Canon, Canon Compliant, Different First Meeting, Kid Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, WWX's Birthday, Birthday Fluff, Friendship, Childhood Friends, Street Kid WWX, i wish there was a tag for fluffy angst:, you'll want to laugh and squeal through the tears at the same time, i would give the entire world for little a-ying i swear it, LWJ was born ready to care for and feed and nurture and love WWX)

a hop, skip, and a jump to you by gentil-minou (Flyingsuits) (G, 6k, wangxian, Magic AU, Witches, Shapeshifting, Rabbit LWJ, Rabbit WWX, Fluff, Childhood Friends, Just two bunny boys growing and learning together and being just so gosh darn cute, Tooth-Rotting Fluff)

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15. I’m in the mood for a fic with a Wangxian marriage gone wrong. Like Wangxian is perfectly happy but the cultivation world is not and try to kill them about it. @apparently-i-am-an-adult

Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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16. Hello and thank you as always to the incredible mods and hive mind community of Wangxian Fic Finder! I've got an ITMF request:

With Wei Wuxian being the undeniable powerhouse of the Sunshot Campaign, it makes sense that Wen Ruohan would make an effort to take him off the board, one way or another. ITMF fics where Wei Wuxian is targeted by the Wens during Sunshot: he's lured into a trap on the battlefield, targeted by an assassin in camp, an attempted kidnapping, whatever. (No Jiang sibling bashing please). Excited for the recommendations! @flamingwell

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17. hiii! itmf for possessive lan wangji? thank you!

A Matter of Time series by mrcformoso (E, 70 k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, POV LWJ, POV JC, Dark LWJ, Manipulation, Grooming, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Consensual Underage Sex, Except problematic please read warning in first chapter, Blood and Violence, Insane LWJ, Manic LWJ, Conditioning, WWX is a Lán, Minor Character Death, Confused JC, Golden Core Reveal, Good Friend NHS, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiāngs, Abusive Jiāng Family, Jiāng Family Bashing, Jiāng Family Critical, POV NHS, Dark NHS, Anal Sex, Marathon Sex, Dual Cultivation, Qīnghéng-jūn Lives, LWJ Has a Big Dick, WWX Self-Lubricates, Plot Twists, Porn With Plot, Scheming NHS, Manipulative NHS, BAMF LWJ, BAMF WWX) link in #5 Also works for this as LWJ is about as possessive as you can get

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 712k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement) LWJ is pretty possessive in this

That Time Wei Wuxian Fell In Love With His First Officer And Didn't Even Realize by seungchxn (E, 9k, WangXian, Star Trek Fusion, Captain WWX, First Officer LWJ, Vulcan Mind Melds, Vulcan Kisses, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Hand Jobs, Hand & Finger Kink, Alien Biology, Mind Meld, Mutual Pining, First Time, First Kiss, Falling In Love, True Love, Soulmates, Accidental Marriage, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Oblivious WWX, WWX is a Little Shit, WWX is Bad at Feelings, Possessive LWJ, LWJ is Whipped, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, The Inherent Eroticism of Holding Hands)

Teacher's Pet by anobtra by (animeobsessedtrash) (E, 43k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Age Difference, Professor WWX, Student LWJ, Degradation, mild stalking, thigh riding, WWX Talks Dirty, Frottage, Mutual Masturbation, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX, Coming Untouched, Orgasm Delay/Denial, LWJ is a Brat, Consent is Sexy, Begging, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Teasing, Hair-pulling, Semi-Public Sex, Masturbation, Consensual Sex, Rough Sex, Dry Humping, everyone is of-age, Barebacking, Possessive Behavior ,Porn With Plot, Jerk Off Instructions, Service Top WWX, just a lil bit Protective LWJ, Pining LWJ, Light Humiliation, Possessive WWX, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Possessive LWJ, Intercrural Sex) pls mind tags!

Howling for You by Runningbarefoot (E, 8k, WangXian, Fluff and Smut, dragon lwj, fox wwx, Possessive LWJ, Dom/sub Undertones, Fantasy, Biting, Anal Sex, horny wangxian, not really explicit I'm just playing it safe, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, kidnapped WWX, Happy Ending, Attempt at Humor, Twitter threadfic, Porn With Plot, dramatic declarations of love, shameless wwx, Light-Hearted)

These Mortal Treasures by ChilianXianzi (T, 9k, WangXian, Fantasy, Canon Divergence, Dragon LWJ, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Possessive LWJ, Domestic Fluff, implied eggpreg, Dragonji's hoard is 1 (one) weiying, The Cultivation World's canonical fuckery, eggyuan!, Gift Giving)

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