#i made cinnamon rolls today was very fun

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I wish FL could transform into a smaller version of himself like Zhongli.

Just imagine him, foul legacy looking up and making eye contact with you with his little face and bright eye while he purrs. and now his purrs are not that deep low but high-pitched. small high-pitched purrs. And since we all agree he has cat behaviors (he's a cat) he definitely loves napping inside of cardboard boxes and high places like in the top of a fridge. One of my kitties loves to climb and rest on my shoulders just to see with curiosity what I'm doing, it's so cute. I can see Foul Legacy sleeping under the covers and tangled in your legs or sleeping on your chest like he used to do when he's in his big size.

I just like to imagine this dangerous creature from the deep abyss as the tiny cute man we know he is, because I love him:)

yes yes YES we're bringing back cat-sized Foul Legacy AAAAAA :D

okay okay, i've said it before and i'll say it again- cat-sized Legacy can and will sneak into your work bag so you accidentally take him with you. he waits until you're putting on your coat to hop inside, wedging himself comfortably in between the countless papers and files as you hastily pick the bag up and leave your house, the door locking with a sharp click. it's actually a little impressive how silent Foul Legacy is when he wants to be, you don't even know he's in there until you're already at work and open your bag to fetch a pen, only to find a sleepy Abyss monster blinking up at you, having taken a little nap while he waited for you to find him. you have to bite your tongue to keep from shouting in surprise, but Foul Legacy merely purrs and crawls onto your lap, curling up and going straight back to sleep- thank Archons you have your own office so you can easily hide him underneath the desk if needed. you give him a light scolding that night- "If you want to come to work, at least ask me first!"- and the next day you're greeted by an expectant Legacy sitting by your bag, waiting patiently

cat-sized Legacy also hides under your blanket, no questions asked, especially on chilly winter days. it much warmer and cozier under the covers, so he snuggles himself underneath and curls into a ball, a faint lump visible from outside. it's so lovely and toasty that he misses your return, only waking up with a tired chitter when you raise the blanket up, his crystalline eye gleaming in the dim light. Legacy yawns with all his teeth, worming his way onto your chest as you sit down on the bed- no getting up for at least two hours! quilts and covers are nice, but nothing beats the warmth you exude. be careful though, there's about an 80% chance you'll fall asleep and wake up being crushed under a normal-sized Foul Legacy's weight!

[radioisntdead]

Accidentally stumbled onto the dark side of Tumblr again, DEAR GRACE SOME FOLKS NEED INTENSE THERAPY, or need to stop doing drugs, maybe both, my eyes, my poor, poor eyes, I need a holy water and bleach combo

Also I should watch gravity falls again

[lovelytsunoda]

gonna have a good time tonight // lance stroll

part of the welcome to wherever you are verse

summary: it’s time for lance and y/n’s annual canada day party. as an australian, y/n never really got the hype, but any excuse to get her old men in a room with lances old men was bound to create chaos

pairing: lance stroll x hutchence! reader

authors note: just in case anybody missed it, I added to the masterlist with a masterpost of some links to learn more about the real life lore behind the series

y/n.hutchence just posted to her private story!

y/n.hutchence just posted!

lake muskoka, ontario, canada

tagged: lancestroll, yourbestie, aprilrosepengilly

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y.nhutchence boys will be like ‘I know a place’ and then whisk you away to their cabin the woods

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yourbestie yeah but he gets a pass because HAVE YOU SEEN THE CABIN? i love your sugar husband. tell him thank you for the awesome weekend!

-> y.n/hutchence sugar husband?

-> yourbestie sugar daddy just sounded wrong

lancestroll ❤️

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garrygarybeers for all the shit you talked about kirk's tacky shirt collection when you were growing up, you married someone with a collection much much worse

-> y.n/hutchence garry no collection is as bad as kirks

chloestroll gotta live it up before the old men get here!

-> timfarriss the next person to call me old is getting drop kicked to new zealand

-> fernandoalonso agreed. i'll help

kirkpengilly the real question is who won at poker? i taught you both so well

-> aprilrosepengilly neither. we were practicing to beat you

-> y.n/hutchence with both of us together, we should be unstoppable

-> kirkpengilly why is everybody ganging up on me today?

lailahasanovic thanks for the invitation! i'm having such a great time with you guys

y.n/hutchence posted to her private story! (and texted tim)

(The text messages got away from me here, tap to read and enlarge 😭 )

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lancestroll why is it that y'all are making fun of our margaritaville performance but fernando and paul are getting no flack at all for ruining the human league?

y/n.hutchence because fernando and my stepdad can actually hold a tune? oh and the fact that paul was SOBER

y/n.hutchence do you want me to bring you a hangover cure smoothie?

lancestroll ...yes please

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lake muskoka, ontario, canada

tagged: y.n/hutchence, mickschumacher, aprilrosepengilly, scottyjames, chloestroll, estebanocon, lailahasanovic

lancestroll great weekend, greater people

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y.n/hutchence cinnamon rolls on the campfire was the best idea i've ever had

-> lancestroll the strangest, but one of the best

garrygarybeers notice how the old folk haven't been tagged in the campfire picture?

-> lancestroll its because you made fun of my tacky shirt collection

user jfc how big is this lake house?

user don't be shy, leak the karaoke video

-> scottyjames there are half a dozen old men who would be very cross with me if i did that . . . so no

aprilrosepengilly i'm going to miss that view so much

-> y/n.hutchence agreed

mickschumacher killer weekend bro. same time next year?

-> lancestroll of course!!

user the way she holds him in the boat.. they're so in love nobody speak to me

-> fernandoalonso trust me theyre worse in person

-> user KING NANDO REPLIED

jonfarriss we’ll always have margaritaville

-> andrewfarriss that’s no joke mate, my head is still killing me

-> lancestroll ditto. I’m still washing the smell of tequila out of my clothes

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for getting mad at my mom for finishing my baking for me?

For context I love baking, but hardly ever eat the finished product myself. This is because I bake for the fun of it and I have plenty of family and friends that like eating what I make so it's never a waste.

I've been making some cinnamon rolls recently and the several batches I've made my mom comes in and bakes them before I can. It's not that she just preheats the oven and puts em in after they finish rising, she literally does everything after the initial dough has risen. She'll roll it out before it has time to rise the first time, add 1/3 of the butter and sugar I use, cut it into 1/2 inch-1 inch, and/or not let it finish rising the 2nd time once it's in the pan. Of the last 4 attempts 3 came out overcooked and hard.

She does this with a lot of my baking where I'll make the dough and be able to do nothing else cause she goes in and does literally everything else in the baking process. I've asked her multiple times to stop because what's the point if I'm not the one doing it? I've told her it takes all the fun out of it and there's no point in me baking if she's just gonna do all of it. She'll either respond with her saying she's sorry and she'll stop doing it (then proceed to finish my next batch) or say it's better if she does it cause I don't know what I'm doing and would fuck it up (she uses nicer words but also a several minute lecture on how prideful I am so that's the gist). And yeah, half the things I make it would be better, but I'll never get better if she keeps doing this and it's not like what I'm making is bad. And the other half the things I make don't taste better! It usually ends up in the trash cause no one wants to eat it. And if I can't get my family to eat it I'm not taking it to work for my friends to try. But even if everything I made tasted better when she makes it that's not the point!

Yesterday I made some more dough for cinnamon rolls and let it rise overnight. I woke up today and was gonna finish them before work but they were already out of the oven. She was telling me how she finished them for me and I sort of just hummed in acknowledgement. She kept pushing and it was clear she was looking for a thank you but I just said she didn't use as much butter and sugar I usually did. She said "yeah well how am I supposed to know how much you use on there?" And I just walked away after. She came later and said "you're welcome for finishing those for you. I even got it done before you had to go to work" and I said "I didn't thank you" when she got mad I yelled and said "stop touching my shit! I've told you before there's literally no point in me making anything if you're just gonna take the fun out of it!"

Now she's mad and I feel bad cause I was very passive aggressive with her and I probably shouldn't have yelled but I'm tired of this conversation every time I bake.

Aita?

What are these acronyms?

[koolades-world]

this piece is established relationship! with the nature of it anyways it probably would have been if i wanted it to or not lol. here's the post the idea came from and thank you to a wonderful mutual of mine for the inspo :)

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"Satan? You in here?" You pushed open the doors to the library in search of the knowledgeable demon. It was almost totally silent, minus the sound of a gentle, crackling fire.

"Yes. I'm by the fireplace." Satan's voiced echoed through the large room. You shut the door behind you and made your way over to where you'd heard him. "Hello, Mc. How was RAD today?" You quickly made yourself comfortable next to him. You threw your bag down onto the table in front of you and stretched out your limbs. He was reading, as usual.

"Tiring. But not too bad. Baking club was fun. Barbatos taught us how to make a bread that has candy hearts in it. We'll bake it tomorrow. He told us to think of a certain someone while making it for the most desirable outcome taste wise. Guess who I thought of?" You playfully elbowed Satan.

"Was it Cerberus?" He knew how much you cared for that dog, but you also knew he must've been messing with you.

"Noooo. Guess again, silly billy." You loved his tongue-in-cheek antics. Most weren't granted the chance to see that side of him, which was something you were eternally grateful for. He was much more than just the Avatar of Wrath, and it was a real shame others didn't take the time to learn the rest of him.

"Solomon, mayhaps?" You could see the hints of a smile begin to light up his face. You began to laugh as he tried harder to conceal his growing emotion.

"No! I'll give you a hint. He's blond, very helpful, and a genius." You poked his cheeks. He finally put the book down and allowed the joy to overtake his still features.

"So it's Luke then." He himself was beginning to chuckle.

"Wrong again. It's you! You're not very good at guessing games." You swatted at his arms as he put them around you to pull you into his side.

"Thank you, Mc. That's very thoughtful of you." He pressed a kiss on top of your head and into your hair.

"It's going to be delicious, I just know it. Even if the bread is awful, you'll still taste the heart and soul I put into it." You hugged him back, and savored the moment.

"You're so sweet. I'll make sure to enjoy it, just for you." The both of you eventually went back to being productive after you'd exchanged more sweet talk. You had homework to get done and he had a book to finish.

While digging through your bag for your supplies, you inevitably pulled out your pencil case. It contained what was arguably one of the most important tools for completing homework. You tried to fish out your favorite pen and instead found some sort of hard candy you'd been given by a professor earlier that day. You'd personally confirmed it was safe for human consumption, and decided to save it for while you were doing work later. Since it was Satan, despite the fact that he was enthralled in his book, he noticed almost immediately that you'd put something in your mouth. Maybe it was the scent, or the sudden movement, but you caught his attention.

"What's that?" He peeked over the top of his book, intrigued.

"A cinnamon hard candy. It's probably the most normal candy I've had in a long time. Got it for answering a question correctly in Devildom History." You gently blew on Satan's face so he could really smell the cinnamon.

"Where's mine?" He asked. You couldn't tell if he was being sincere or not, but at that point it was too late to give it to him since it was already in your mouth.

"Didn't you have Devildom History today too? You should've gotten your own, babe." You stuck your tongue out at him with the candy right in the center. He lightheartedly rolled his eyes back at you. You thought that was the end of that conversation as he turned his attention back to the book. Little did you know, he was in the middle of devising a plan to 'borrow' the candy from you.

He started by speaking up whenever he could when you were doing your homework. Whenever he saw you hesitate on something, he’d reassure you or help guide you to the correct answer. From there, he would also start to read romantic quotes from what he happened to be reading. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary for him. On the contrary, it would be more odd if he didn't.

"I need a break." You put the book you were holding back onto the table. To mentally relax, you decided to scroll on Devilgram. As you did though, Satan vied for you attention more than usual. Rather than directly asking or whining, he was subtle in his pleading. It didn't take you long to cave.

"You're planning something, aren't you?" You knew him well.

"Is it a crime for a demon to want attention from his amazing, gorgeous partner?" He tried to dodge the question, but unfortunately for him, you saw right him.

"I expect this kind of behavior from Mammon." Satan went silent, but met your gaze. "Do you want a kiss?" You could see the way his features lit up. You planted kisses all over his face, and he returned the favor. When your little exchange was over, you realized something was missing.

Looking over at Satan told the whole story. With a misevious grin, you saw him roll around the same candy while focusing on readiing again. "Satan. Is that my candy?" You knew the answer to that question.

"I have no clue what you're talking about." You could hear the laughter in his voice.

"You win this time. You earned that. Just you wait thought. I'll get you back." You hugged him and began your own scheming. You'd get him in some fun way later that evening. But for now, you planned to just enjoy snuggling with him. He might be a little shit sometimes, but he was your little shit.

[pray4saint]

Can I please have a tall latte with a dash of cinnamon with a cupcake and fortune cookie on the side? Thankyou

For the 100 follower celebration (congrats)

guest of honour

masterlist & descrip. pg-13. 13+. streamer!reader. ted nivison x reader. jschlatt x reader. mentions of alcohol, bongs, vapes and implied mention of weed.

a/n. tysm! here's your order anon :] (i did do these separately but if you wanted them together you can send another request! also i picked the prompts since you didn't add one)

prompts: ”you look stupid as fuck right now.” / ”that could be us.” ”that is us.” / ”can you repeat that? i don't think i heard you..” / ”my kiss?” ”right, sorry.”

ted

your fans knew you had a boyfriend, they knew he was also in content creation, they knew you loved him, and they knew he was always texting you during your streams. since he'd always been faceless, voiceless, and nameless, it was a shock for the viewers to see the door open and someone walk in, head cut off by the camera placement.

it was planned, to a degree.. you knew ted would show up on your stream, in your office but you didn't know when, and that's what made it fun. ”oh my god, hey babe!” you spun in your chair and got up to hug him, the height difference clear to all. and now your fans knew he was tall too. before you were able to get back to your seat, ted pulled you back to him. ”excuse me? sweetheart my kiss?” you smiled and got up on your tippy toes, ”right, sorry about that.” hands flat on his chest when you kissed him.

you walked back over to your desk to see how the viewers were taking the small interaction, and from how you were positioned leaning over your desk, ted was able to pad over next to you, still out of view of the camera. when you realised how close he was you pulled a chair away from the all beside yours and you sat down. ”oh chat did i mention my boyfriend was joining today?” you gave the camera a cheeky smile, watching as chat was still trying to put the voice to a face.

ted leaned down into frame before he sat down, smiling at the camera with a wave. the moment he sat down, he started a bit. ”do you have audio listeners?”

”no.”

”what a shame.” you rolled your eyes at him before pulling yourself towards the desk to move apps across your monitors. ”shit, almost..” your voice trailed off, neither ted nor your stream heard what you said and while it's easy to ignore chat's pleas, it's a little harder when it's your boyfriend. ”what was that angel?” you hum at him, question in the sound. ”can you repeat that? i don't think i heard you.”

this wasn't a bit, but it sure as hell was clipped a ton. ”i said,” you began, voice louder than it was most of the time. ”'shit, i almost leaked our discord dms.', happy?”

”very.”

schlatt

your boyfriend's fanbase knew of you, but they didn't know anything about you aside from that schlatt loved you. of course it had to come sooner or later, but after a long talk about the consequences, you'd talked each other into a deal for you to go on his stream with him.

for awhile schlatt streamed and you sat just off camera, looking at your phone and back up at him from time to time. it was something that your best friend had sent you that made you scrunch your face up, and your boyfriend noticed immediately. ”you look stupid as fuck right now.” it was the first time he'd acknowledged you were around on stream and his chat was freaking out. of course it didn't stop you from getting up and slapping his arm. ”ow. you're mean.” he didn't mean it, yet it only made you hit him again before you finally pulled your chair out to sit with him.

once chat had gotten a good look at you and you waved and said hello, schlatt pushed his phone up to the camera before giving it to you. ”hon' that could be us.” it was a picture of two cats; one holding a bong and two vapes while the other held a case of beer. ”j, baby that is us.” now you show the camera the picture of the cats and schlatt takes the opportunity of being hidden to press a quick kiss to your cheek, making you gasp.

”chat did you see that?! did you hear that?!” they all seemed confused as you went off on your tangent, face making the :o while schlatt's mouth twitched up into a smirk, bordering on the grin as you tattled on him to his viewers. ”he kissed me when you guys weren't looking!”

oh boy did twitter have a fun time over analysing the clip of the short kiss sound, trying to figure out if it was true.

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[wowzah2nd]

I'm Home

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

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Loki has been acting suspicious and it wasn't just today but its been like this for a few years now no one really thought anything of it until today, today was the day they figured this out

For the longest time loki had been acting far from the normal it started and all the avengers noticed but never really bothered to think more of it. It started a few years ago  after a mission he had disappeared after the battle and appeared just as if he had no be gone for hours now and ever since that day it had kept on happening.

If he was ever needed in the tower he wouldn't go running off since he knows his needed but he would constantly look at his phone if a message ever popped up. Which surprised everyone since when did he get a phone. But thor the never suspecting and trusting brother he is thought loki was finally acclimating to his new life on midgard but not everyone was convinced. 

Loki when not needed in the tower would disappear for days and would magically appear back if he was needed on a mission which was great but it was still a mystery where he went until today.

On this day particularly tony had an idea that he decided  he'd enact today.

Tony walking to the living room where everyone else was relaxing 

Tony: today is the day 

He shouted, everyone not looking surprised by this but looking at him curious

Natasha: and what is today gonna be 

Clint: oh id love to hear this 

Tony: as you all know loki go for days on end without coming back to the tower unless needed and we all turned a blind eye until today

He paused for dramatic effect 

Tony: UNTIL TODAY MY FELLOW TEAM

Steve: why are you talking like that 

Tony: come on let me have my fun we're finally gonna know where reindeer games goes during his off time haven't you all ever been a little bit curious where he goes off to. 

Thor: i do wonder where my dear brother goes

Bruce: even if we wanted to know how are you gonna do it 

Tony gives a shit eating grin like evil master mind 

Tony: im glad you asked my friends, i have created a tracking device, everhard to plant on your brother by the way thor but very hard to detect by any type of magic or technology ( pretend like i know what im talking about and this devices is possible please hahaha ) 

Everyone look at him shocked

Steve: there is no way you made something like that and stuck it on loki nonetheless 

Tony: but ho ho my friend i did 

As he says that he pulls out his phone with loki's location 

Tony: so who wants to go on a field trip

Reader POV

You were in you house with your daughter Asta cooking, she wanted to help you make apple pie so you decided you'd let her help since watching her do so was so adorable.

Y/N: okay sweetie lemme show you how to do it and i'll let you do it next okay 

Asta: okay mummy 

You showed her how to carefully cut the apples using her own little knife

Y/N: are you okay to dry it you self now 

With confidence she nodded her head and started to cut the apples, while you were do that you decided to roll out the pie do to make the pie crust once done you decide to see how your daughter was doing and with a proud smile you saw she had cut all the apples perfectly 

Y/N: you did heart sweetie now what were gonna do is grab a bowl and put them in her okay 

You go to grab a bowl and put it in front of her to put the apples in 

Y/N: now we add cinnamon and brown sugar can you put that in for me 

Asta: Yes i can 

So she does so with great enthusiasm and without having to be told she started to mix everything together 

Y/N: look at you already getting ahead of mummy 

Asta started to giggle feel so proud of herself

Asta: now what do we do mummy 

You grab the already made pie crust and put it in front of asta 

Y/N: now we put the mixed and and we’ll baking it in the oven 

Asta then started pouring everything into the pie, but just as she was finished she look at the apple pie and thought something was missing 

Asta: mummy doesn't the pie need a top 

Just as she said that you realise you forgot that and were about to put it in with out one 

Y/N: your absolutely right baby thank you for reminding mummy 

Asta proud of helping her mum remember an important step puffs out her chest 

Asta: your welcome mummy 

You then help asta of the bench so she can watch you put the oven and once in she stare as the pie she help made wanting to watch the pie baking 

Y/N: sweetie is gonna be awhile till the pie bakes why do we set up the table for dinner and wait for daddy 

Hearing that her dad would be coming home tonight she runs to the cupboard to grab the plates and put them on the table then coming back and opening the drawer to grab the cutlery 

Just as she was finishing up making the table the doorbell rings, and hearing it makes you smile he was home again 

Asta: daddy home 

She sprints to the door and flings it open and on que loki was already squatting down ready to receive his daughters embrace 

Loki: Hello my little witchlit im home , how are you?, ive missed you so much 

He then starters to smother her cute cheeks in kisses causing asta to giggle uncontrolby

Asta: daddy stop that tickles

He then stops for a moment then gives her one finally big long kiss on the cheek and puts her down, as this was all happening you were looking at them with so much love from the dining room 

Once loki puts asta down he makes his way to you, cupping your face with both his hands

Loki: how have you been my love

Y/N: im been okay my love ive just missed you so much 

Tiptoes to meet his height you give him a long awaited kiss

Astra:can i give daddy a kiss too 

You break the kiss and go to pick up your little girl 

Y/N; of course you can sweetie 

Once carrying her you face her towards loki and she leans in and kissed loki on the cheek

Asta: we really missed you daddy 

Loki: and i have missed you both

Y/N: you must be tired why dont we all sit down for dinner, i made apple pie for deseret 

Lokis eyes light up in delight 

Loki: my favourtie darling you really didnt have to 

Y/N: it was no effort at all since i had help 

Loki looked at your surprised making he way to the dining table and taking a seat

Loki: and who he-

Before he could finish his sentence asta told him who

Asta: i did daddy 

Loki: you did?. Well now i know it will taste eve better 

Small time skip

As you were enjoying dessert and catching up with loki thers is  knock at the door, who could that be as yuo were about to get up loki stops you 

Loki: i got it my love you sit and eat 

Y/N; thank you my love 

Loki Pov 

Who could this be at this hour, i open the door im an greeted with a surprise it was the whole of the avengers infront of my door step

Loki: what are you all doing her 

Tony: what are you doing here?

Natasha: do you live here?

Steve: how long have you been living her?

As they were asking all these question i can hear Y/N getting up from her seating and making her way to the door 

Y/N: whos at the door my love 

I gave out a long sigh even though Y/N has known that i was part of the avengers i didnt want them to find out about her and luckily she was understanding of my reasoning of wanting to protect our family but also keep them away from these annoying bunch

She had shown interest and meeting them and i promised her i would but this was too soon and unplanned 

Y/N: ohh

She said in a surprised tone 

Loki: seems like we have some surprise visitors

Everyone look at Y/N with surprise and shock, everyone was silet for a moment but in tony fashion he decided to be the one to ask 

Tony: who that 

He point at Y/N, i gesture for Y/N to answer her self since i knew she wanted to do it herself, seeing her smile proudly she answers

Y/N: Im his wife 

Everyone eyes go wide in shock 

Everyone: you married

Reader POV 

You laughed at all their surprised face you always wanted to know what theyed all look like once they found out and it was just as good as you thought it would 

Y/N: Yes we are 

And on que you both show your rings 

Clint decided to speak

Clint: i've never seen you wear that ring before 

Loki chuckled and showed them that he put a glamour on the ring to make it look like he wasn't wearing one since he never wanted to take it off. You had told him you could for work but he wanted to it was the symbol of your love until your daughter was born and she become the greatest symbol of your love and as if on que she decided to pop her head to see what was taking us so long

She was shy either, walking up to the door and seeing her favourte super heros

Astra: Oh my gosh mummy, daddy it’s the avengers 

Everyones eyes widen in shock again

Everyone: daddy 

Thor: your married and have a daughter brother why didn’t you tell us 

Loki then gave them a guilty look knowing this was gonna be a long talk you decided to suher everyone in and to take a seat in the living room. As they were all talking you decided to put your daughter to sleep which was very hard since her heroes were all doesn stairs but you were stern and made sure she slept

Once asleep  you walk back downstairs to see everyone still talking

Clint: i know you did  this to protect them but we would have kept them safe too

Thor; indeed brother we would have 

Loki gave out a long sigh and you'd decided to walk to his taking his hand in yours fo support 

Loki : I know you would but we just wanted to to be just us for a while before they were exposed to this kind of life you know plus i know clint is in the same situation but they live somewhere farther but i just couldn't live that far from them. I know i have magic but if there were anything to happen to it i wanna be close just in case 

You decided to add in youe piece next

Y/N: he was just trying to protect us please dont be too cross with him 

Everyone look at one another and decided that it was not something worth being mad at 

Steve: your right. If i was in your shoes loki i would do the same 

Loki looked up at everyone happy that no one was disappointed ta him he was worried that he had lost their trust but knowing that it was for a good cause they understood 

Tony: so now that out of the way lets get to the good stuff… how did you two even meet 

You smiled at the memory of meeting loki it was as if fated intended it to happen 

Y/N: why dont we tell you over some apple pie we have some left over from dinner

[lanitalay]

Before I Say Goodnight

Chapter 5

a/n: this one was fun for me. enjoy!!!

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“Good morning” you sit across the table from him “what’s for breakfast?” He picks up a piece of toast from his plate and flashes you a sleepy smile and says “anything you like”. Magic house, right. “In that case, I’d like a cinnamon roll, an omelet, hot chocolate and orange juice” placing your hands on the table as the list of food begins to appear in front of you. You half waited for Azriel to make a comment about your choice of breakfast but he only said “a cinnamon roll sounds really good right now” and then his own plate appeared. A giggle, an actual giggle, escaped your lips. Get a grip. “Cheers” you motion with your bun and he returns the gesture. “If Cassian sees me having simple carbs for breakfast he’ll make me run an extra ten miles at training tomorrow” his eyes have gone wide and it reminds you of the kid you used to babysit when you would take him to the ice cream shop on the way home from school. “The super fit general doesn’t like a sweet treat?” you ask between bites. “It’s not that he doesn’t like sweets but when he gets in his trainer mindset he becomes a pain in the ass” you snort “and I’m guessing you have a sweet tooth?” he nods once “it’s my only weakness” you roll your eyes and smile as you keep eating. Everything was delicious, you basically inhaled the cinnamon roll and hot chocolate. As you push those dishes away they vanish. This house freaking rules. You go to eat the omelet as Azriel asks “How did you find your room?” “Oh it’s beautiful and the bed is very comfy” he continues “did you sleep well?” You shake your head “well, once I fell asleep it was fine but I was up until late tossing and turning”. “I’m sure this has been difficult to process” you sip the orange juice, throat suddenly feeling dry “uhm, yeah it feels fake, all of this and last night was the first night I got the chance to think without being distracted or interrupted and… I was just overwhelmed” Azriel nodded and you jumped a little as you felt a cooling sensation against your cheek “sorry, they usually don’t bother people” he said and pulled his shadows away from you. You bring your hand up and notice the tear tracks. I must be dehydrated from all this crying. Lightly laughing you say “I don't even notice when I cry anymore, before I got here I don’t remember the last time I cried and I can’t seem to stop” another laugh slips as another shadow swipes the last falling tear. “I can’t even begin to understand how you feel, but if you want my opinion, I think you’ve been incredibly resilient”  he gets up from the table “I’ll see you later” and walks away. You can’t help but feel a little embarrassed crying in front of him before the day has even begun. 

“You must be y/n! Nesta told me you’d be joining us today” after breakfast and a little bit of walking about the house trying to remember where everything was. Feyre had found you and informed you that the priestesses were ready to begin. “I”m Gwyn” she held out her hand and offered you a million dollar smile. You shook her hand and offered her a five dollar smile in return. “Well, follow me,” she walked you through shelves and shelves of ancient looking volumes and tomes and from what you gathered these books could very well be thousands of years old. The thought made you feel very small. “I have taken it upon myself to take charge of this project and put together a small group to find out how to get you home” she said the last few words in a whisper. So the portal business is not for everyone to know, makes sense. You spend the next few hours meeting the other priestesses and beginning the search for books that might have what you’re looking for. By lunchtime you are starving and in need of fresh air. 

You opt for lunch on your balcony. But regret it almost immediately, the peace and quiet opening the floodgates of your mind and soon enough you’ve lost your appetite. Sighing, you get up from the little table and walk into the room. You grab your bag and empty it out on the bed. You had some snacks, your water bottle, an extra pair of socks you had forgotten about, your wallet, passport, sunglasses, phone and sunscreen. That was it. This is it. You place everything that you have to your name in the drawer of your bedside table and resist the urge to cry again. There’s still a full day ahead. The despair quiets down as you return to the library and are consumed by the work. 

After a full day of research you feel like your mind is going to explode. This will take months, if we’re lucky. You return to the dining room and see Cassian, Azriel and who you could only assume is Nesta already eating. “Y/n! Meet my mate, Nesta” Cassian excitedly points to the female beside him. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you” you try to muster up some energy but the defeat in your voice and your face is obvious. “It’s nice to meet you as well, I apologize I wasn’t here yesterday but I assume everything has gone well with the house?” At that you can’t help the enthusiastic nod “the house is fantastic”. You start to make yourself a plate and they return to their conversation but you don’t really listen to what they say. You keep going over and over it. Before you got here, before you stepped on that circle- there was something there. But you hadn’t seen anything, not a shadow, not a footprint, nothing. But the quiet… whatever it was, it was a predator that had scared off all but one prey. Maybe it was a trap. You feel sick. Oh god. “Y/n? You’re pale” Azriel’s voice snaps you from your spiral and you see the three of them sharing the same concerned look. I hate that look. “I’m just tired, it’s been… a long day” you try to finish your dinner but between their worried glances and your lack of appetite you can’t do it. “I’m gonna call it a night, guys” you say and walk to your room. 

The next few days are a blur of the same routine: breakfast with Azriel and sometimes Nesta, research, lunch, research, dinner, sleep. On the third day Azriel is the only one at breakfast “do you only have two changes of clothes?” You furrow your brows at him, “yes” last night had been the second sleepless one and you were in no mood to be tested. “I can take you into town if you’d like, get you something else to add to the rotation” you appreciated his offer, truly, the dress and the leggings were getting old “thanks, but I have no currency or goods or services that I can exchange for new clothes. These will have to do” you start drinking your tea, the only thing you could stomach since yesterday. “Y/n, you are an official guest of the Night Court. You can charge whatever you need or want to the High Lord” Oh “I did not know that. I’ve never been an official guest of anything. But still, you’ve already given me too much”. He stays serious as he says “We leave after you finish breakfast” he pushes a cinnamon roll in front of you. “I guess we can leave now” he doesn’t move “you’re not going to eat?” You shake your head “I’d love to but I am not hungry at all” he looks at you square in the face and you know he can see through the paper thin mask you’ve put on. “Very well, let’s go then”. 

“Do you prefer pants or skirts?” Azriel asked as you walked through a very busy part of Velaris. “Well it depends, I like skirts for leisurely activities and pants for everything else” Azriel looked around, he seemed just as lost as you were “fair enough”. “Azriel, do you know where we’re going?” He placed his hand on your back to guide you through the crowd “of course I do”. You say nothing. Both of us seem to be in a mood today. “Here we are,” he points to a quiet looking storefront “Feyre and Nesta talk about this shop a lot”. You walk in and see a mixture of textiles, prints and cuts that revive a part of you that has been dormant for a while. “Oh my god, this is great” Azriel lets out a breath and says “go crazy” and you do. Two hours and three full bags later you walk out of the shop. “I feel like I went overboard, we should return half of these things” you go turn around but Azriel’s wing stops you from walking any further. “Nonsense,  you need the clothes, now we need to get you some new shoes” you look at your boots “what’s wrong with these?” He walks into a shoe shop “nothing is wrong with them, but don’t you want something more comfortable?” You would like some slippers and maybe something cute to wear with the dresses “alright, if you insist”. As you walk towards the displays you miss the smile that ghosts over Azriel’s face. 

“I’ve got to hand it to you, Azriel. Getting out of the house and the library was just what the doctor ordered” you say as you bite down on a cinnamon roll that you had ordered at a little bakery. “A change of scenery is always nice I suppose” you nod and keep eating. “Y/n, feel free to not answer if you don’t want to but what is your world like?” Dammit, just as I was having a nice time. You sip some tea, your throat having gone dry yet again. Breathe, come one. In. Out. “It’s ok. Well for starters there’s no magic. There is war, famine, illness. But we also have so much beauty. Where I’m from the trees are always green and the sky is constantly blue. We have beaches and rivers. I was traveling before I got here, and I saw a bit of the world away from my home and it was beautiful. Similar to this, but the stars felt like a painting and these feel like living beings. We have art and I guess the most recent advancement has been the internet, but that’s a whole other conversation. There are so many animals, we keep some as pets. I had or have a dog. But there are monkeys and dolphins and butterflies and oh- we move around by cars or planes or trains mainly. We have horses but ever since the industrial revolution they aren’t the main form of transportation” you talked for what felt like hours, by the end your throat was sore from overuse. Azriel had listened to it all and had committed every detail to memory. Even if he didn't understand the internet or how planes flew without magic. 

 After the snack break Azriel let you know that you were going to have lunch at the River House with Feyre and Elain, the third sister you had yet to meet. The sister Mor thinks Azriel is enamored with. The walk back was pretty long but enjoyable, conversation with the Shadowsinger seemed to flow naturally and he seemed interested in everything you had to say so when he announced you had arrived you couldn’t help the disappointment that bubbled in your chest. The River House was a spectacular mansion overlooking the Sidra. “Azriel, y/n! Come over here, Elain is just finishing up lunch” Feyre said in place of greeting. You follow Azriel towards glass doors that lead to a beautiful garden terrace, where you are greeted by a delicious looking spread of finger foods. “I tried to make everything baby friendly” a delicate musical voice says to Azriel. You look from the spread towards the voice “you must be Elain, I’m y/n”. She smiles and says “lovely to meet you, please start without me, I’m in the middle of decorating a cake” you note the apron she dons and the frosting that stains her pretty face. I’d be into her if I was Azriel.

Feyre, Nyx, Azriel and yourself enjoy lunch and simple conversation “there’s only a few more weeks of summer so we try to make the most of this weather before the Sidra freezes” you nod, having noticed that the breezes gliding through the air seem to be getting cooler and cooler everyday. The High Lady lets the little boy out of his chair, he doesn’t look older than two. Once he’s free of the confines of his high chair he races to the lawn and begins to play with some toys he probably left there earlier.  “Here we are” Elain returns to the table with an intricately decorated cake, it has all sorts of flowers and leaves made of pastel color frosting and Elain herself looks perfectly put together, she looks for her nephew “Nyxie, do you want a slice?” The table laughs as he ignores her and goes back to playing. “Sorry Elain, you know how he gets after being still for too long” Feyre says. The domestic scene fills your heart with longing for your own family. That could’ve been you. Your blood runs cold as you hear the distinct lilt of your mother’s voice. Not this again. You had had some reprieve of those words ever since getting here. “So Elain, I’ve been told you garden?” You ask to fill the comfortable silence the group had fallen into. Luckily Elain had a lot to say about the upcoming autumn harvest and her plans for the following year. 

After lunch concluded, you and Azriel went back to the House of Wind where you resumed the routine you had grown to appreciate. In the morning you would wake up and actually choose an outfit, which was a nice addition, have breakfast and go to the library. After lunch you’d go back to the library until dinner. After dinner you’d either walk around the house, find a book to read, maybe journal a bit. Other nights were a bit more fun though, someone would take you into town and you’d go dancing or walk along the river or visit art galleries. It was a nice routine. Predictable. Dependable. Enjoyable. 

So Azriel was very surprised when you walked into the dinning room with a huff and a scowl. “What’s the matter?” You look at him like with wild eyes “Azriel I can’t do it anymore” he stiffens and you continue “The priestesses are all very nice and Gwyn is a sweetheart but the only thing I do is look for books for them to read because they are all written in ancient languages I don’t understand. I’m so bored, Azriel, I’m numb with boredom. I’m not a researcher and I can’t even contribute, not really. I don’t wanna go back down there. It’s dark and cold and I need sunshine. Sunshine!” you finish by dropping into your chair and putting your head between your hands. “I see-” you interrupt him “and I’m sorry I sound ungrateful ok? You’ve all been very nice”. He continues “if you need a change of pace you could come with me to the human lands, I’ll be there for a few days on an assignment. I’d appreciate the company” you could kiss him.

 “When do we leave?” 

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Can you write about a fanfic with the reader being Kalego's sister. She is sweet and kind, and I wanna know how you'd depict Kalego's life with his little sister in the school. Thx in advance

An Unexpected Connection

Featured Character: Kalego Naberius

A/N: AJAHJSHAHAKKJAHA that is a great idea. Imagine how chaotic Bablys would be the moment it's revealed that the precious cinnamon roll of the campus is actually related to the grumpy old man.

Also, protective older brother Kalego is *chef's kiss*

PS. I made the reader here a teacher if you wouldn't mind :D

I also suck at making up subject names so... *nervous sweats*

Fair warning though, this is a bit lengthy (I got too eager. This was really fun to write :D)

Enjoy!! <3

MASTERLIST

"Hey, did you hear? We have a new teacher for our Defensive Magic subject starting today."

 "Really?"

"Yeah! I heard other students talk about it earlier."

"Are you talking about the new Defensive Magic subject teacher?"

"I saw her just now. And let me tell you, she's quite the beauty."

"She is?!"

Afternoon class just started, and the Royal One classroom is filled with murmuring. The subject of their gossip today is the new subject teacher at Babyls.

"Silence!"

The gossiping voices stopped.

"As you may have heard now, you will be having a new teacher on your Defensive Magic subject starting today," Kalego looked at you and motioned to get in front. "Please introduce yourself."

"Hello! My name is Y/N, and I will be your teacher in Defensive Magic starting today." You introduced yourself, and you can't help grinning widely at the students.

You were excited. It has always been your dream to be a teacher here at Babyls, and now, that dream finally came true.

You were also a little nervous, now that you're actually standing in front of the students.

You just hope that everything goes well as you prepare yourself for your first lecture.

"Just relax and focus. The casting will be off if you're nervous," you gently advised as the blue-haired student beside you cast a barrier spell on the bird figurine you brought.

"D-did I do it?"

"Let's see..." You watch as a barrier forms around the figurine.

"Well, it seems that... Oh!" you blinked as the figurine melted into a black goo.

"Oh... I must've made a mistake." The blue-haired student lowered his head dejectedly.

Seeing his crestfallen expression, you gingerly patted his head and smiled. "Don't worry, you don't have to get it immediately. Casting a barrier spell can be very tricky, so you're bound to make blunders every once in a while."

A tall, pink-haired boy came beside him. "Sensei is right, Iruma-sama! And knowing you, I'm sure that you'll figure out that spell in no time!"

"Hehe... if Iruma-chi is having trouble, you can always count on Clara-sensei to teach you!" a green-haired girl chimed in while proudly presenting her barrier.

"This is impressive, considering that it's your first time! It's a little unstable, but it's no less a feat! And... Iruma, was it?" You turned back to the blue-haired boy. "If you're still having trouble casting the barrier, you should try imagining that you're putting the object in front of you inside a hamster ball. It always works out for me! After all, visualization is important when it comes to casting spells."

"Will that really work?" Iruma glanced at you curiously.

"Yup! But you can also think of something else if it suits you more."

RIIIINNNGGG!!!

"Okay, that concludes our first lesson! We will be having a quiz about the fundamentals of barrier spells next week, so please be prepared for that. And for those who are having a hard time with their barrier spells, you are free to consult me in the faculty room. Have a good day!"

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"Wow, you sure are famous among the students, Y/N-chan~"

"Ahaha, what makes you say that?"

"Oh, you don't know? You've been the topic of the students' conversations for the past few weeks. They mostly mention how nice or how almost-impossibly angelic you are," Dali appraises.

You sheepishly scratched your cheek. "Well, as much as I appreciate their praises, I think they might've overexaggerated a bit."

"I wish my students were as enthusiastic in my class as they are in yours," Momonoki sighed. "It almost makes me a little jealous. Tell me, how do you do it? Do you have any special tricks?"

"Tricks?" you tilted your head in confusion.

"Hahaha! It's amazing how you captured their hearts in a small matter of time. But whenever you need help, just remember your senpai will always be there for you," Robin assured while proudly giving you a thumbs up.

You can only giggle at his actions.

"Thank you, senpai. I'll make sure to keep that in mind."

"Hnggg... I totally get why the students think you're angelic."

You slightly jumped when the male teacher suddenly hugged you.

"You're so adorable, I can't help but want to protect you!" He cried.

"O-oh... Haha..."

"What are you doing?"

"Kalego-sensei!"

You turned to the door. Kalego stood there with his brows furrowed.

"W-we were just, you know..."

"W-we were just talking about how Y/N is famous among the students nowadays!"

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"I see. Don't forget about your paperwork."

The teachers watched as Kalego took his class record and left the scene.

"Okay, what just happened?"

You raised your eyebrows at your co-teachers' reactions. "What do you mean?"

"Well... Kalego-sensei used to scold us whenever we were caught gossiping at work. So seeing him leave quietly is a little unnerving," Dali explains.

"I wonder why he didn't?"

"Maybe it's because Y/N-chan is here."

"It's possible."

"Wow, so even Kalego-sensei is not immune to Y/N's charms? You really are amazing, Y/N!"

"Uh... thank you?"

A few weeks had passed since you started teaching, and you were now the students' favorite subject teacher on campus.

You're still not used to their compliments, but you're trying to come to terms with it.

But as they say, fame comes with unwanted attention.

"Y/N, please come with me to the library. I need your help with the next lesson."

"Oh, okay."

You hurriedly put away the papers you were grading and followed Kalego to the library.

"Kalego-sensei sure likes to ask Y/N-chan for help nowadays, huh?" Dali said as your back left his sight.

"He sure does..."

Raim awkwardly laughed. "He doesn't hesitate to work the newbies to the bone, does he?"

The others nodded in agreement.

"Surprisingly though, he's quite lenient with her," Raim added.

"You call that lenient?" Orias looked at her as if she was joking.

"Well," Marbas hummed, "considering what it was like when we were new here, I'd say he is."

"So you're saying Kalego-sensei plays favorites with Y/N-chan?"

"No, I don't think that's it."

Everyone turned to Murmur.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know but... I feel like there's more than favoritism that's going on between them."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, you see..." Murmur bashfully scratched his head. "I sorta asked Y/N out before."

"WHAT?!"

Several exclamations came from the teachers.

"Oho~ so you asked her out, huh?" Dali teased.

"Oh my~ that's very bold of you," Raim commented.

"How can you ask your coworker out?! Have you no sense of professionalism?!" Orias hissed. Marbas nodded in agreement.

Murmur scoffed at their reaction, "Oh please, stop acting as if you're not planning to ask her out too. It's irritating."

The two flinched at his words. Dali and Raim gave the flustered teachers a teasing look.

"Anyways, that's not why I'm telling you this," Murmur continues. "You see, before I could even finish my question, Kalego-sensei suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He was giving me the death glare, all while asking Y/N for some help. Ever since, whenever I talk to Y/N, I can feel him looking daggers at me. It still gives me shivers while thinking about it," he shuddered.

"So... you're implying that Kalego-sensei and Y/N-chan are in some sort of relationship, right?" Raim asked.

"Well... Kalego-sensei's reaction would be weird if they weren't," Murmur retorted.

The others hummed in contemplation.

That conversation ignited the rumors that you and Kalego were dating each other.

The two of you were oblivious to it, as the teachers never mentioned it whenever you or Kalego were around.

Unfortunately, the students caught wind of the rumor.

You started to notice that students were murmuring to each other whenever you walked in the hallways with Kalego.

It was starting to get to you, so you decided to confront it once and for all.

"Okay, that's all for today. Good job everyone!"

You smiled proudly at the students as class ended. However, you stopped them before they could leave the courtyard.

"Can anyone please tell me what's going on lately? I've been noticing that some students whisper to each other whenever I walk through the hallways these days. I suppose you guys know why that is."

You turned to the bushes in your right.

"You guys can also come out now. I know you're there."

"Haha... So you noticed us?" Dali asked nervously. He didn't expect you to notice them as they used magic to hide their presence.

"So, can someone please explain to me what's going on right now?" you eyed the teachers and students suspiciously.

"Y/N-san... Are you dating Kalego-sensei?!" Momonoki shouted.

"...What?"

"Momonoki-sensei!"

"I know, I'm sorry, but..." her eyes shone with passion and determination. "I have to know. So... Y/N-san, are you or are you not dating Kalego-sensei?"

"Okay, wait. First of all, no, I am not dating him." You heard Momonoki let out the breath she was holding.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "What made you think that?"

The teachers exchanged glances with one another.

"We noticed that you and Kalego-sensei were getting close to one another, seeing that you're the one he always asks for favors," Raim answered.

"He was also making sure that the male teachers who were trying to get close to you did not even try."

Your eyes went wide with surprise. "Oh. I... see."

You let out a sigh.

"I guess I owe you guys an explanation. Kalego-sensei and I are not dating because we're..."

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"EH?!?!?!"

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"Where were you?" Kalego looked at you slightly miffed.

"Sorry, I had to clear some misunderstanding with the faculty."

"Misunderstanding?"

You nodded. "They thought you and I were dating."

He scoffed. "That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

"Well, if you hadn't hogged all of my free time, they wouldn't have made that assumption," you quipped.

"And let those guys lay out the charms on you? Not on my watch."

You sighed. "That's the reason why they thought that in the first place."

You look at your wristwatch. It was almost 6 in the evening.

"We should get going now. Shall we go home, my dearest big brother?"

[bluehoodiewoozi]

DRABBLE MARATHON #9:

JOSHUA HONG + morning coffee

0.5k words /// genre: fluff /// warnings: food mentions.

You loved Thursdays. Not because you liked what you had planned for the day nor because of some general sentiment. There was one very specific reason for your liking of Thursdays: those were the days your boyfriend worked the morning shift at your favourite coffee shop.

“Hi,” you smiled brightly when it was finally your turn to order, “it’s me.”

Joshua couldn’t help but return the gesture, his eyes crinkling as his smile stretched wide. “Hi, baby. What can I get for you today?”

“Surprise me?” 

He rolled his eyes at that. “So that you can tell me how bad my taste in coffee is again?”

“Why else?” you teased, leaning forward against the counter to briefly press your lips to his. “I trust you completely.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I still can’t believe they even let you near the coffee machine.”

“And here I thought I could have one morning of not being bullied by my own lover,” he sighed dramatically before tapping away on the computer. “A cinnamon latte coming right up. That’ll be–”

“How much for a boyfriend discount?” you interrupted him, eyes glinting with mischief that he knew all too well. 

He chuckled. “Let me see. How big of a discount do you need today, my love?”

“Can I get it free?” you wondered, not really meaning it – it was just fun to get on his nerves every once in a while and test his saint-like patience. You were, of course, fully ready to pay the full price.

But Joshua was full of surprises and that only made you love him more. “Give me a hug and I’ll consider it.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wait, you’re serious? Like… serious?”

“Would I ever lie to you, baby?” he laughed, more than amused by your reaction. “So, do we have a deal?”

“You’re paying for my drink?” you asked to clarify.

He nodded. “If you give me a hug.” 

Without another word, he lifted his arms, gesturing for you to meet him at the edge of the counter. Still dumbfounded, you just did as told. Your arms wrapped around his waist just as his did around your shoulders, his face coming to rest against your head. 

He sighed happily. “This is nice. I should do this more often.”

“Ask me for hugs in public spaces?” you joked and unwrapped yourself from his embrace, rushing back to your original spot. “Do I get my coffee now?”

He watched your actions with a pout. “One more hug and I’ll buy you a muffin too?”

You were unimpressed this time. “One hug is all you get, mister. I want my coffee.”

With a theatrical sigh, he turned to the coffee machine. Through the noise of grinding coffee beans, you heard him mumble, “I can’t believe I love you.”

[marymary-diva17]

our perfect family of three (modern au)

Life is beautiful and perfect in your eyes as you had all that anyone would wish for, a wonderful husband and adorable child as well. This had been something you had been wishing for since you, had been young and it finally came true. The perfect husband that made you feel love and happy and son that always found ways, to bring a smile to your face. It is your perfect family and it could be something that your husband will agree with you on.

y/n " ummmm" you had soon rolled out of bed after removing your husband arm from around your waist. It was a brand new day and it was no time to get ready for the day, as it a start a brand new week and that means many new or normal things coming your family way.

y/n " well lets see what we can get done in the morning" you had gotten dressed for the day as you are working from home at the moment, so you had made your way downstairs to see what will be breakfast today and what things need to be later on in the day.

y/n " we have some oatmeal and fruit left that will be good along with some yogurt if the boys don't feel like oatmeal" you had gotten some packages of oatmeal out and started boiling some water, as well for the breakfast.

y/n " well that covered now lets decide on some fruit ... perfect" you had pulled out some mixed berries, and place them on the counter to be taken later on. Soon enough once everything was laid out you soon heard footsteps rushing down the steps.

spider " morning mom"

y/n " morning kiddo so you and lo'ak I still in the skater look I can see"

spider " hey it very fun but we also play other sport and get good grades"

y/n " that my boy well are having some oatmeal for breakfast"

spider " cool and you have my favorite one maple brown sugar"

y/n " I always back sure to buy the one that comes with all the types" spider soon started getting his breakfast ready and that when someone else came down the steps.

tsu'tey " hello my wife and son"

spider " hey dad"

Tsu'tey " hello my son"

y/n " hello my husband we are having oatmeal today"

Tsu'tey " good do we have any apple cinnamon"

y/n " yes and there some fruit as well" the father and son start eating their breakfast, and acting like any usual father and son.

Tsu'tey " hey maybe after school today we can play some rounds, of basketball father vs son or we can go against your uncle and cousins"

spider " I'm in lo'ak has been talking alot smack lately he need a taste of his own medicine"

Tsu'tey " good your uncle has bene the same it still hard to believe, he and your mom are siblings"

y/n " hey even due he can be a jerk at times he still my brother"

y/n "remember we are still family the tree of us and them we need to be there for each other"

spider " unce Jake made you mad yesterday"

y/n " yes so win for me" the father and son smiled at you making you smile back, soon the tiro had all started laughing of what happened taken place right now.

Tsu'tey " finish up your breakfast and I will give you a ride to school"

spider " thanks dad" the two of them had finish up their breakfast before they grabbed their stuff to leave for the day. Tsu'tey and spider said goodbye to you and soon left, the family of three is perfect no matter what anyone had to say about them.

[jake-g-lockley]

May I please have Jake Lockley with prompt # 5: Glancing at you but immediately looking away when you catch them.

Meet Cute (Jake Lockley x reader)

Masterlist | Spotify Playlist | Want to be tagged?

A/N: Thanks for the ask, Nikē! This was so fun to write, I love Jakey. Here you go!

Word count: 750

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You stood at the register, taking orders as the beautiful waft of coffee fills your nostrils and heightens your senses. You work through the orders quickly, some of them being regulars in the small cafe and helping out the rest who are just unsure on what they want as a pick me up in the morning. You couldn’t help but observe everyone, watch their demeanours, read their auras and eavesdrop on their morning gossip and drama. 

You pass the next person their coffee and was greeted by one of your regulars, a very handsome man who goes by J. He always wore a coat and had a newsboy cap that he pulled down over his eyes to shield his expressions. He gives you a small wave and you already know what he was going to ask for, a double espresso and your cafe’s special cinnamon bun.

“Alright, I’ll put it in a to-go cup in a bit!” you say as you hand him the change. 

“Actually, cariño, today I might just dine in.” 

You’ve heard his voice before but today it was clear and had better clarity, making you stop and stare into his eyes. He sounded beautiful and you could pick up a hit of an accent twisting his words slightly, making it ever so attractive. You had no idea what cariño meant but the Spanish made your veins course with flames. You blinked, as though snapping out of a trance, and the both of you looked down at the counter.

“I’ll serve you in a bit.” you smile and he retreats to a table. 

Your friend nudges you with a grin and hands you the tray of food. You stop and quickly add a little more glaze onto his cinnamon roll and draw a smiley face on his napkin. Your friend pushed you slightly with a silent wink as you rolled your eyes and walked towards where he sat. You set his food in front of him and he smiled up at you, his eyes sparkling as the morning sun peeked through the windows of the cafe. 

You resist the urge to melt there and quickly gather yourself, trying your best to act casual as you walk back to the counter. As the morning goes on, you begin to steal glances at the mysterious J. His gloves were set aside, revealing beautiful slender fingers that skimmed the newspaper before him, occasionally locking around the handle of the mug to take a sip of his coffee. 

The next time you looked at him, you actually found him looking back, but to your disappointment, he looked away quickly, going back to his cinnamon roll. You watch him push a forkful of cinnamon roll into his mouth and you sigh before continuing your work again. 

“Pst, don’t look, but the guy who looks like he is straight out of Peaky Blinders is looking at you.” you hear your friend whisper after a while. 

You smile down at the cash register and arrange your face to something decent before looking back up at J. His eyes widened slightly like a deer in headlights and he quickly looked away again, making you giggle. 

Soon, he was done with his breakfast and you can't help but frown as he slipped on his leather gloves and placed his hat back onto his head of curls, stepping out into the cold London air. You sigh, going to his table to clear up the plates when suddenly something catches your eye. A white silk handkerchief was tucked under his plate and you pulled it out from under it, realising that he had written something on it. 

Hi cariño, breakfast was delicious as usual. And you looked perfect, as usual. Was wondering whether I could make you breakfast sometime soon? ~ J

Your eyes read the message over and over, tracing his handwriting as your heart swelled. You turned it over and realised that he had left his number too, and you ungracefully scrambled to the back room to grab your phone.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Jake smiled contently as his hands loosely gripped the steering wheel of his cab. He heard his phone ding and pulled it out, praying to every last god that it would be you that sounded his phone.

I’d love that, see you soon then <3 ~ your cariño

He almost lost control of the cab as he congratulated himself with a cheer, smiling away, hope becoming more of a reality than ever as his heart began to stutter.

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[ctrnewrites]

little moments (steve harrington)

hiii :3, im getting back into the passion of writing. and honestly posting to a little moth in the corner of the internet is worth it if i can reignite a passion. here is a little piece i cooked up

summary: a collection of moments throughout the day that make steve appreciate the little moments, (doesn't really follow any form of timeline, it's just assumed that the upside down probably happened, s2-s3 era steve) (fem reader)

wc: 1,150

The sheer curtain couldn’t completely hide the light from the sun shining into the room. Two bodies stir under the soft duvet of a queen-sized bed. Steve is the one to wake first, staring down at the head of his girlfriend. A head that’s tucked into his chest, nuzzled against his warmth. His gaze was full of nothing but love and admiration. Steve placed a soft kiss on her head, his hand playing with hers that was left resting on his chest. Steve admired times like these. Soft, quiet moments that seem small in meaning but are incredibly valued. Within a short span of a few minutes, his lover awoke. Looking up at the brown-haired boy and chuckling softly. Whispering a soft “good morning lovely”.

“Mornin’ sweetness.” He whispered in return. “Sleep well?” Steve asked her, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face.

“Always the best with you,” (Y/n) smiled, sitting up to give a peck to the corner of his mouth. “Lazy day today?”

“What day is it?” He countered, just to make sure.

“Uhm, Saturday.” She squinted at the small calendar across his room. “No work, unknown status on the goobers though.” She joked.

“Indeed. Well let’s just enjoy at least our morning together.” He smiled at her, returning the previous peck to her nose.

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The couple were still in their pajamas as they traversed the kitchen. Picking up leftovers from breakfast and placing dishes in the sink to be washed. As Steve placed the leftovers in the fridge, (y/n) started the task of wiping down the countertops and the table where they ate. “You always make the best pancakes ever baby.” Steve called out to her.

“It’s just a little extra cinnamon and vanilla extract. I keep telling you, yet you insist on me making them.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes and went to the kitchen sink to ring out the old rag she used. Then starting the chore of washing the dishes.

“But they aren’t the same.” He sighed, going up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist. “Yours are always special when you make them.” Steve placed a kiss on her cheek, staying in his position of being wrapped around his girlfriend.

“If you say so Stevie.” She giggled, finishing up the last dish of the minor mess they made. The other cleaned dishes on a drying rack next to the sink.

There usually weren’t many dishes to be done throughout the day. Considering Steve’s parents were typically away on some business venture, Steve has been the only one around. Keeping (Y/n) and the kids around for company. But with them, it usually wasn’t so bad.

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“Boo, it’s raining.” (Y/n)’s voice reverberated throughout the living room. Her eyes were glued to the window that faced the street; curtains drawn to bring in whatever natural light it could. “I wanted to have a picnic.”

“We could still have a picnic, just indoors.” Steve suggested, standing next to her, looking at the downpour.

“It’s more fun when it’s outside.” She raised her brows towards her lover.

“Baby we can’t go outside, you’ll get sick.” He gave her a stern ‘are you serious?’ look.

“That’s such a myth. I go outside in the rain all the time and I’ve ended up perfectly fine.” She turned to face him. “Especially after I take a nice warm bath, it basically reverses the cold.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.” He rolled his eyes. Glancing between the girl and the torrential downpour outside.

“That is so how it works.” (Y/n) giggled at him as she toyed with the sleeves of the sweater she was wearing. It was his very own bright yellow sweater. Steve always thought the sweater looked better on her. But every time he voiced his opinion, (Y/n) fired back that yellow was definitely not her color. Regardless of how often she stole the sweater to sleep or just hang out in.

Steve knew she would get her way. They would end up going outside without the appropriate clothes for the September rain. The yellow sweater was discarded on a recliner in the living room as (Y/n) ran to the French doors leading out to the backyard in her tank and jeans. She looked Steve dead in the eye as she took a step out of the doors and onto the patio. Immediately getting drenched with the rain. Steve saw her bright smile as she spun underneath the dark sky. He decided he had no choice but to join her, stepping outside with his blue T-shirt and denim.

“You know I love you right?” He says to her over the sound of rain echoing around them.

“I am forever grateful that you do. And I love you too.” (Y/n) pulled him close, standing on her tip toes and giving him a kiss on the nose.

Steve started to sway to an imaginary song, bringing (Y/n) in to dance with him. Enjoying the feel of the rain as they danced. A sway, a spin, a lean, and finally he pulled her in closer, finally landing a normal kiss on her lips. His hands moved to her cheeks as her arms went around his neck. The rain continued around them, but it felt as if they froze in time. Out of breath, foreheads touching as they took in the moment. It was peaceful, serene, but also cold and wet.

“We should probably go inside.” She suggested, feeling a chill go down her spine.

“I told you so.” He captured her lips in a quick kiss once more. “I’ll go run us a bath. Bubbles included.”

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After the bath and a new set of clean clothes, the two returned to the living room once again. The rain continued outside while they just laid on the couch, enjoying each other’s company and touch. It was moments like this that were truly cherished. No need for elaborate dates or crazy activities when all they needed was each other.

“I think I could stay like this forever Stevie.” (Y/n) sighed happily, nuzzling into his chest.

“Me too, sweetness.” Steve returned the sentiment. Playing with her hair as she laid her head on him. “I love you. So much more than you can imagine.” He said softly.

“I love you even more.” She smiled, gently closing her eyes to let sleep take over her for an afternoon nap.

He watched her lull to sleep, still holding onto her. Steve never felt stability like he did before (Y/n). It was a welcome feeling. One he would hold onto forever. It truly was moments like these where he was able to sit back and appreciate the cards that life dealt him. His thoughts slowly calmed down, finally succumbing to the same fate and falling asleep on the couch in the living room. Nothing to disturb the peace of the couple.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hi Lofty!

Like I said, we are really nice and tell you how the boys are doing. Have fun!

Parc Adventure

The Hero of Power was slowly losing his patience. He was walking with the two women and the other Link, but the women were walking so slow he had to stop every few steps to wait for them or risk losing them. And as they still hadn’t told him where they were going, he didn’t want to risk that.

“Why don’t you tell us where we’re going?” He asked for the third time. Mel sighed “I have already told you. We aren’t going anywhere. We’re just going for a walk.” “Yes, you did say that. But where are we going?”

“You know … around,” Nancy’s smile with this statement fooled no one.

“The sun feels nice,” mumbled Shadow, who looked as though his skin had seen no sun for a very long time.

Power let out a frustrated huff, fidgeting with his scarf as he did so. Whatever the girls had planned he hoped they'd just get it over with.

Mel's strange square buzzed and a smile appeared on her face at whatever she saw. Grabbing Nancy's hand they both began moving at a much faster pace, the excitement coming off of them almost palpable in its intensity.

They rounded a couple more blocks and–

“What's that?” Shadow asked, confusion painting his young features.

“This, is a park!” Nancy finished the sentence with a sweeping gesture to the benches and strange, completely foreign structures. “What do you want to try first?”

By that point Shadow had already started climbing the nearest tree and was halfway up the leaf laden branches, Power simply laid on the soft grass, letting the sun warm his face as he adjusted the scarf to a makeshift pillow under his head.

“Guess this will make setting up easy,” stated Mel and she and Nancy began pulling things out of a basket the boys had failed to notice earlier. First came a large blanket, then some smaller blankets, and finally a large array of different foods that needed no silverware.

As if summoned by the smell of food, both heroes suddenly appeared at the picnic spot, Shadow still had some leaves in his hair. “What are you doing?”

Nancy looked at the boys with a big smile on her face. “A picnic.You sit down on the big blanket and eat.”

The heroes exchanged a questioning look and Shadow wondered why they were out here sitting on the ground when they had a table and chairs at home. He shrugged and plopped down on the blanket. It was nice being outside in the sunshine, hearing the birds, sitting under the trees and the food the girls had brought in the basket was delicious.

Shadow stole the last cinnamon roll just as Power wanted to grab it and smiled as the girls started to giggle at the offended look on his face. He took a bite of the pastry and let himself fall backwards onto the soft grass. Maybe the girls were right, this whole picnic thing was really nice.

Ahhhh this made me smile so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Power being all fidgety and impatient haha poor guy doesn’t know how to relax anymore 😂🙃 SHADOW JUST BEING LIKE “the sun is nice” MY POOR BABY AWWW

“Mel’s strange square buzzed” LOL I just love this little detail, don’t worry Power you’ll learn about Sheikah slates when you’re older and then it’ll be close enough 😂

I love that they both just immediately took advantage of the park. Shadow continues to make me melt within adorableness, dashing off to climb a tree. AND POWER JUST GETS TO REST, BLESS

LOL Shadow stealing the last cinnamon roll 🤣 Power couldn’t go on a vacation without some kind of strife happening HA

Y’all are SO SWEET I was excited to learn what adventures they were having today ❤️❤️❤️❤️ AH I can’t thank you two enough 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[snwusberry]

🎄✨ CHRISTMAS 2024: DECEMBER 3rd

pairing: keeho x black reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): eating/food

wc: 1093

SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY, YESTERDAY WAS SO BUSY FOR ME

reader pov

christmas music is playing loudly on the speakers on a nice but extremely cold morning. outside is absolutely covered in a blanket of snow that sparkles under the sunlight. it's truly magical.

keeho and i's apartment is beautifully decorated (since the middle of october) and we're feeling extra festive this year. see, we moved in together in this cozy little apartment earlier this year and we've been so excited for christmas since.

i wrap myself in a throw blanket and move into the kitchen where my wonderful boyfriend is stood over the stove, frying up some cinnamon french toast for us and i take a second to watch him in awe.

"i can feel you staring." he says, his back still turned and i walk to him, hugging him from behind. "you still sleepy? you get really clingy when you're sleepy."

"no, not sleepy." i respond, my voice

"you're a bad liar."

true.

"you're awfully energetic for this hour."

"don't get used to it." he jokes earning an understanding nod from me. mornings aren't for everyone. "do you mind finishing up here while i go set the table?"

"not at all." i reply, taking over the cooking.

he turns away to start taking things to the table while i finish up the last few slices before taking it to the nicely set up table. put down the plate and sit down, taking a good look at the nicely set table.

"are some of them meant to be burnt babe?" i hear him jokingly ask and i glares at him.

"they're not burnt, they're crisp with a slight char. its gourmet." i reply, making him raise an eyebrow.

"is that what it is?"

"just eat."

he laughs before finally digging in.

christmas music is still playing very softly in the background while keeho hums to it.

"how do they taste?" he asks me, watching me take another bite of my pancake.

"they're okay, i guess." i sarcastically reply, earning me a glare from him. "okay they're delicious."

"that's more like it."

we continue to eat, talking about nothing and everything. sometimes i like to just sit and listen to him talk, especially when the conversation is something he's really passionate about, then i get to see that beautiful smile and that sparkle in his eyes that always draws me in.

"you're smiling like an idiot, what's going on?" he asks me, breaking me away from my thoughts and i just shake my head.

"nothing, i just like hearing you talk."

"try not to fall in love." he comments, making me roll my eyes. there goes the sentimental moment.

"what's the plan for today?"

"we need to go get our postcards."

ahh yes, the postcards. we went to get photos taken for post cards about a week ago and they're ready for collection. it was an idea we came up with on a whim to send postcards to all of our friends, wishing them a happy holiday.

"you go get ready, i'll clean up here." keeho says but i immediately shake my head.

"you already made breakfast, i'll clean up."

"how about we both clean up then. we're not in a rush anyway." he suggests and i smile.

i hate washing dishes, please don't get it twisted. the only reason i'm offering is because chores with him are always fun. he'd sing along to whatever song would be playing, i'll hopelessly join in, ruining the soft harmony between his voice and the singer's voice, then the chores would be long forgotten while we waltz in the living room.

i start off by clearing the table while keeho changes the playlist to our joint one and we start working together like clockwork. he washes while i wipe them and pack them away.

once we're done, we both head to our room to start getting ready.

"shower together?" i ask him and it's like his ears perked up at my words.

"no funny business." he tells me.

"you're no fun." i say, walking to the bathroom while he follows close behind.

after brushing our teeth and showering, we get dressed and head over to the little shop to collect our postcards.

"alright you two. how do these look?" the lady that's helping us asks, showing us the final product.

"wait these are perfect." i enthuse, looking at keeho whos smiling at me, making my heart flutter.

"i'm glad you like them. here is your total. will youbbe paying cash or card?" she asks.

"card."

after paying we walk out hand in hand, greeted by the cold breeze outside.

"hey, it's still quite early. is there anything else you wanna do?" keeho asks me and my eyes light up.

"there are these cute christmas thro blankets i saw while window shopping the other day."

"babe, don't we have enough decorations up already?"

"nonsense, there no such thing as enough. comes on." without waiting for a response, i'm already walking off.

"there is when we live in a small apartment." he says, following behind me.

"stop whining, come on."

the shopping center is brightly lit up by lights hanging from the eaves of the shops and the walk way is lined out by green tinsel garlands and lights, giving it a magical feel. it's so beautiful.

"come."

we head to the shop where i sae the throw blankets and let's just say we left with just a tad bit more than what we initially went there for. you can't blame me though, they had cinnamon apple scented candles that i couldn't not take.

"you happy?" keeho asks me after checking out and i nod happily. "perfect. now let's get home before something else catches your eye."

we go back home and change into more comfortable clothes before spreading all the postcards out on the table.

"this should be fun." i comment, deciding what to write on the first one.

"this one should definitely go to jiung." keeho says after reading what i wrote which makes me laugh.

"you continue there. i'll make us some hot chocolate." i offer and he nods, writing away on another card.

i look back at him and admire the concentrated look on his face as he writes. i don't know how i got so lucky but i am so grateful that i get to share these kinds of moments with him.

"i can feel you staring at me." he says, not looking up from what hes doing but i notice the small smirk playing on his lips.

"so what if i was?"

"creep."

"hey!"

[bucknastysbabe]

Mirror, Mirror - 40’s AU

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Sub!chubby!bucky, SSR au, 40’s au, dom!afab!reader, kinky idiots in love, TW: wg mention, Howard Stark’s Secret Sex Toy Line, men in lingerie, mirror sex, handjobs, humiliation kink, pnv!sex, slight description of subspace, man tears, house renovations or implementing ideas for kinky sex you be the judge

Bucky could be so clueless sometimes. It was endearing. You were watching your husband drill and set up the huge mirror in the living room. You’d been reading too many magazines and have fallen in love with the ‘streamline deco’ interior design. Visiting Howard’s house a while back only intensified it.

Your husband was a man of course and could care less. He claimed, “As long as I have a warm bed and my best girl with me.” The sap. When you and Bucky got hitched and moved in, your mothers decorated the place. So it looked like a sunshine floral nightmare from the 30’s.

You’d pestered your husband with magazine cut outs and ogling at furniture stores and catalogues to no avail. One day you sighed, “I guess I’ll have to hire some guys to help me out.” Jealously button tapped, now here you were watching the brunette work the huge mirror into the wall.

He stepped back and wiped from sweat from his brow, gesturing to the monstrous mirror. Bucky hummed, “Looks good huh honey?” You hugged him from behind, grinning toothily. “Oh it’s perfect baby, thank you. Everything is going to look great!”

He stepped back and surveyed the mirror some more, chuckling, “Don’t know why you had to get the biggest damn mirror in town though.” You shrugged, “It’s part of the design— you just don’t listen when I show you.” He rolled his eyes and turned to look at you, smirking. You cooed, “Go take a shower and I’ll get to cooking dinner okay?”

“Yes ma’am,” he saluted.

Bucky rounded the corner and you couldn’t help but giggle. Yes, the piece was exactly what you wanted. But there were some other ideas in mind. Bad, dirty things you wanted to do to your puppy. Oh he was going to lose it too, Buck got so damn shy. Regardless of the multitude of humiliating things you put the sweet baby through.

Padding to the drawer of lingerie made for your lover you snatched up a fiery red. It would look cute when his cheeks got all red from sniveling. You put the skimpy lace on the drawer and searched around for a notepad. In neat cursive you wrote, “Wear these under your night clothes if you’re feeling up to it sweet boy.”

Bucky was feeling up to it about all the time so you expected him to follow along. Padding back into the kitchen you began making an easy casserole and some greens. There were some reheatable cinnamon rolls if he wanted that.

“I need to watch my weight,” you could hear him whine. While eating seconds. Bucky was never very good at denying himself and his wants now that he got a second chance at life. Certainly not selfish of course, just a bit…greedy. Better than what could’ve been, you remind yourself.

Bucky shuffled into the dining room, cheeks flushed as expected. He croaked, “What do you have planned now?” You placed a hot dish on the table, dressed as the perfect housewife per usual. You hummed, “You’ll see. Sit down and eat. You’ve worked hard today honey.”

He gave you a wary look, but sat down like the good boy he was. The pair of you ate in anticipated silence, Bucky forking his food down quickly. You chided, “Slow down. You’ll ruin the fun with a bellyache.” The Sargeant muttered a weak ‘sorry’ and slowed his roll.

“Are you wearing what I asked you to?”

He trembled ever-so-slightly, blue orbs flicking down submissively. Bucky half-whined, “Yes ma’am. It’s all on.” You prodded further, “Fit okay?” Bucky squirmed in his seat, putting down his generous helping of food. He whispered something.

“What was that baby?”

“S’tight. Need bigger ones,” Buck grumbled.

You sipped your small glass of wine, humming, “I’ll be sure to order some more. Although I like them on the tight side. Looks good on my chubby Buckybear.” You got a whine out of that, his metal hand digging into the wood of his chair roughly.

You waved a hand, “Go on and finish my food baby, then I’ll show you what I have planned.” Pouty blues and poked lips graced you instead of obedience. Bucky begged, “M’okay now what is it? Show me please baby? I’ve eaten enough.” He palmed his belly and grimaced, “Really. I can have the rest as leftovers. You know I love your cooking.”

He seemed miserable and needy enough that you grabbed his warm hand over the table and squeezed. Flashing a genuine smile you cooed, “Clothes off in the living room, be on the couch while I clean up James.” He nodded eagerly, stacking up his plates and rushing out. You let your husband’s begging slide for this once because this little idea would be intense for the shy little thing.

Oh fuck cleaning, you wanted your man.

He waited, tapping a foot impatiently, a pillow secured over his fluffy belly. Bucky’s eyes widened on your appearance in the doorway, full lips falling open to gasp your name. You rolled your eyes playfully, explaining, “I thought about you by your lonesome in here and couldn’t help myself. Y’miss me stud?”

Bucky nodded eagerly, smiling like a goof as he exclaimed, “So, so much babydoll. What’cha got in mind, c’mere c’mere please?” His big blue eyes tugged at your lower belly, making you bite your red lips like a nervous schoolgirl. You strode over to the record player and put on some Tommy Dorsey. Quietly, of course, Buck’s cute little whines were more important.

You had already haphazardly tossed off your apron and now busied yourself undoing your blouse before stopping yourself. Bucky whined, “Clothes on this time?”

“Part of the plan Sarge. Almost forgot myself. You get a little peak- it’s about halfway undone.”

He frowned a bit, shifting on the couch. All while in that fiery lingerie. You stepped in front of him, curling a hand in dark locks, Bucky pressing his face between your tits with a soft exhale of relief. You cooed, “If it’s too much, you better let me know bear. Red, green, yellow, and tap some Morse if ya’ can’t talk.” Muffled by your tits he affirmed, “Yes ma’am.” Big hands had laid themselves on your ass, squeezing greedily.

You truly were in a giving mood today.

“Okay now baby, need you on your ass in front of that pretty new mirror you worked so hard on,” you said, sickly sweet. Bucky jerked his head back in shock, eyes searching your own to make sure you weren’t joking. Removing his hands from your rear you restated, “C’mon then pup, use the pillow to sit on if you need to. This is the big surprise dummy.”

Bucky sulked and did so, casting forlorn expressions back over a thick shoulder. You playfully pulled at his hair before stating, “Be right back babyboy, lemme grab some stuff.” He whined in discomfort, arms crossing. You quickly gathered Howard’s device and plenty of KY.

Back into the living room you slid down behind Bucky, kissing the nape of his neck. The brunette pouted, “Hate when ya’ leave me lookin’ stupid like this.” You nipped his ear and apologized, “Sorry baby, forgot to grab the stuff beforehand.”

You pushed Bucky slightly forward, getting a view of his ass and heavy balls. He was on his knees currently, you’d spread him out nice and good later. Bucky inhaled sharply through his nose, hands gripping his knees roughly. You lubed up the toy and asked, “Want to feel the stretch or take it slow? I got the vibrating toy.”

He remained silent before blurting, “No, no, now, please?”

Your tits flush to his back, thighs spread around his frame you moaned, “You got it sweet thing.” Regardless of plea you still applied some lube to his tight pucker, deviously snatching the panties to the side with a snap! Bucky’s head fell back on your shoulder, groaning deeply, marveling the sensation.

You slid the toy in slowly, the toy making its way with minimal assistance. Sleek but heavy. Bucky squirmed harder and gasped when the toy settled on his sweet spot. Oh yes, Tony had made 2.0 of his original design, one that would milk your boy dry. Bucky shuddered, panting, “Oh-oh sheesh, baby? Sumn’ different bout this one.” You breathily exhaled, “I got Howie to make a specialized one for me. So I can wear my needy pup out.”

“Oh godddd. Fuck.”

Using your still lubed hand you rearranged ordered your husband to spread wide and lean back into your frame, that way everything was exposed to the mirror. You could drool at the bra looking full in the dim light and slight softness of Bucky’s chest. His belly was cut in half, rolling out from the garter. You pinched a sweet fatty roll and cooed.

Bucky shut his eyes, begging, “Oh baby, come on!” You demanded, “Look at your pretty damn body or I won’t touch your cock once. Look up bear.” Bucky’s watery blue eyes reluctantly drug upward, gazing at himself in the dimmed light. He whined through his nose, ass shoving back between your thighs.

“Aren’t you just so gorgeous baby? My slut all wrapped up nicely,” you kissed along his neck, eyes flickering up to the mirror murmuring, “Angel baby.” You cupped a strong pec and squeezed, the brunette gasping and moaning. Your husband managed a weak, “I- mmh- look s’softtt.”

Buck’s throat bobbed as he seemed transfixed on the reflection. Thick thighs spread wide to show his barely concealed cock— thick and leaking under a scrap of lace. You tucked your chin on his shoulder and snapped the garter once against his belly, earning a whiny yelp and shiver.

You unclipped the belt to the stockings, shoving the tight thing down Buck’s pudgy midsection. He took the rest off in a hurry, almost sighing in relaxation, but cheeks flushing up again when he saw the deep red indentation across his tummy. You were still trying to be nice but found yourself teasing, “Workouts with Johnson going well, yeah? Hafta’ move down to those size 34’s.”

Bucky pouted and tore his gaze away. No, no, no. You couldn’t have that. Grabbing his stubbled jaw you tilted your love’s gaze back up and growled into his ear, “Buck, I’m kidding because I think you’re the most handsome man to walk this planet. Whatever pant size you wear. But I need you to watch yourself, ‘kay?”

He nodded, eyes watering up again, lips trembly. You fiddled around for the remote and put it on the first level, Sarge jolting with a sharp cry. Skimming a manicured hand down his tummy you pulled that gorgeous prick out, biting your lip. Slowly you jerked the taught flesh, cum already leaking out due to the toy.

Bucky arched his back, unsure whether to bounce to jostle the toy or fuck into your hand. He moaned frustratedly, eyes dark and intense in the mirror. Using your other hand you pulled back his extra skin so you could cup and stimulate the tip of his ruddy cock.

Bucky wailed, eyes closing for a split second before making contact with your own. He was moaning harshly, chest contracting in short bursts. You cooed, “Yeahh that’s my good boy, mhm, keep singing for me.” The brunette sobbed as you slid your thumb across his slit, “M’your hah-ah good boy!”

You typically were content just using your husband until he was a limp noodle but your pussy was swollen and achy from this new show. You cooed in sarge’s ear, “Bear, bein’ so good you got me needy. Want your cock in me pup? Think you can handle that?”

He blubbered a litany of yesses, pleases, babbbbyyyys, and many other unintelligible noises of pure want. You grinned goofily, rubbing his quivering body, cooing, “Settle down, I’m not going anywhere puppy.” He swallowed and those blue eyes watched you expectantly. God your husband made you feel like you could take over the world when he did that.

Patting his cheek you clambered in front of him, on your hands and knees. Bucky asked softly, “C-can I please take off your skirt? Please honey?” You got up on your haunches and nodded, back to undoing your blouse and tossing it away. Bucky made quick work of your skirt, starting up again about your underwear.

“Take it off, c’mere,” you sighed.

The radiating heat of his body made you shiver excitedly, sending your thighs to clenching again. You turned to kiss your husband while his big hands took their time undoing your remaining clothes. He was a good kisser, sweeping you in easily. The pair of you took it slow, breaking apart to pant and coo nonsense.

His cock had nestled between your ass cheeks and you slowly rolled back against it. Bucky’s big hands massaged your tits, rolling the buds of your nipples with soft groans. You sighed and licked into his hot tongue, nipping a plump lip. Your puppy was holding it together well, hadn’t dissolved into a puddle of goo.

Yet.

He nuzzled at your neck, blown pupils flicking up to your mirror image. Bucky whined so sweetly, voice raw, “Baby, sweets, can I fffu-fuck you now? M’gonna pop if I don’t.”

You assented, presenting yourself face-down, ass-up. Usually how Bucky ended up. What a strange night. The brunette’s shaky palms grabbed your hips as he dipped his heavy cock into your aching pussy. You moaned his name, lowering your back into an easy arch. Both of you cried out when he was seated.

Your gaze watched Bucky sniveling and sucking in breath from behind in the mirror. He mewled, “Ngh- oh fuck babyd-doll.” You breathed, “Yeah? Feel good? My puppy’s cock s’big.” You dropped your head at the stretch. “Jus’ gotta use it good baby, fuck your baby nice and hard.”

“I will, I will,” he promised, hair falling into his face as he vigorously nodded.

His eyes stayed on your own as he rolled into your cunt, the movement making him moan deeply. He sucked in another breath, whimpering, “Baby.” You let him breathe, he’d been such a good boy today regardless of the minor infractions.

“You got it, c’mon big guy,” you simpered.

Bucky gritted his jaw one time, that look of determination in his blues shone. He took you by surprise, rutting deeply inside and doing it again faster. You moaned in delight at the slaps of flesh, your husband’s cock rubbing that delicious spot. He was whining thinly, gasping and carrying on like this was his dying action.

You met him thrust for thrust, tits rubbing against the carpet, a surprise stimulation. You cried out, “Yes baby! Sweet puppy keep it up, making me so proud! Ahhfuck!” Bucky leaned over your prostrate frame, kissing and drooling. His tears wet your skin as the brunette split you open roughly.

His silvery hand curled around to swirl your swollen clit. He murmured brokenly against you, “Ngh- baby, cum for me please please m’so close don’t wa-wanna r-ruin oh god it!” He sobbed after, working you good and hard while falling to pieces.

You were sweaty and near delirious with pleasure, moaning like you were paid for it. Your belly was awash with heat, thighs trembling from his cock battering your sensitive insides. You turned to him, beckoning for a kiss. Once you swallowed down another sob of his you came.

Earth shaking, legs limp, mind-to-mush kind of orgasm. You cried out long and high, releasing all over Bucky in a gush of slick. Your pussy convulsed and twitched around him, already overspent. Your lids flicked open to watch Bear’s face crumple as he filled your cunt with his white hot cum.

He pulled you up flush to him, seeking to be close as possible as the intense orgasm hit him. Another possible side effect of super soldiers, they could cum for several intense minutes. So you cooed and let Bucky softly sob and mewl into your sweaty hair, cum dripping down your thighs from the sheer amount.

He settled into a soft pant, falling back ungracefully, you coming along with the fool. You turned to lay against his frame, swinging a leg over his thighs, tucking your head to his heaving chest. Bucky probably would be non-verbal by now with the mirror escapade.

You were content coddling and petting the soldier until he felt better. Bucky was your good, sweet boy after all. He kissed your cheek, humming idly to the record in the back. He had a soft smile on his pretty face. You locked that away in your memory box for safekeeping.