#WE’re BaCk bAbYY

[thesmithsoniancollection]

eye spy the jacquie aiche eye bracelet!!

#february 2024 #jacquie aiche #WE’re BaCk bAbYY

[avengersreassemble]

gender fucking euphoria from doctor who oh my god

#doctor who spoilers! #doctor who #we’re back babyy #i know the doctor has always been enby but it’s so #but it’s so nice to hear it out loud

[aritamargarita]

NOW WHY TF DIDNT TUMBLR TELL ME YOU POSTED IT ??? RUDE AS HELL BUT THANK YOU QUEEN FOR FEEDING US 🫶🫶

BETTER LATE THAN NEVER…..OF COURSE!!!! I GOT MORE FOOD COMING SOON I PROMISE💯

#arita speaks #WE’RE BACK BABYY

[ashurzs]

Heya! I’m in love with your OCs and have been rereading their stories way too many times so I’d like to make a request!

I’d love to see pervert bf trying to make his wet dreams come true now that reader is back. The idea of bf taking photos of reader while fucking him dumb has me in a chokehold ngl 😋 bf seems like the type to tease reader abt it too. If you’re uncomfortable with this idea feel free to exclude it! I’m alr happy with the food you’ve given us so don’t feel obligated 🫶 love your works!

SMILE FOR ME BABY !

cws: bttm!mreader, video/picture taking, like one sentence of degradation, mostly praise tho!!

“babyy~” your boyfriend, haru, wraps his arms around your waist as he groans. he’s been like this ever since you came back two days ago.. clinging onto, following you, whining like a lost puppy. “i’ve missed you so much..” he sobs out dramatically as he clings onto you.

“you can let go of me you know.. it’s not like i’m gonna-“ “no!” “we’re on the bed?!”

you sigh, trying to pry his hands off of you. “haru!” you whine out, trying to pry his hands off of your waist while constantly trying to wiggle out of his grasp. he sighs and just hugs you tighter, deciding to put his leg over yours.

“baby.. you’re so cute when you look angry,” you see him smile and blush, biting his lower lip. his dyed pink hair, pink nail polish you painted weeks ago, his twinkling eyes and his soft cheeks.

“w..what?” you say, blushing softly. then you quickly shove his face away when he lays on top of you, looking at you as you feel something poke against your thigh. but he grabs your wrist, kissing your fingertips. “please.. pretty boy.?”

“h-haru! fuck.. wait- you’re so.. big-“ you struggle to say it properly as he continues to push himself inside of you, kissing your tears and holding your hand. honestly, he is quite sweet and is very cute, but he’s..

“can i record you baby?” “huh.?” you blink through the tears, whining and gripping his hand tighter when you feel him fully inside. “record,” he says again, waiting for your signal to finally be able to fuck your tight hole. “so when you leave again for work.. i have something to jack off to.” he says while using the hand that was on your waist to rub the skin softly, a way to calm the pain down maybe?

“you’re.. shameless for asking that without stuttering..” you say out. nodding your head, he smirks. “why should i be ashamed of my pretty baby being fucked dumb hm?” he says, unwrapping his hands from yours and using them to grip at your waist. “my precious boy.. don’t think okay? jus focus on my cock mhm?”

haru smirks as he watches you arch your back, biting your arm and muffling his name like chants while he continues to grip at your waist with his left hand and thrust into you. grabbing his phone and going to his camera, he presses record. he makes sure to get everything. from the way your cock slaps against your stomach to the way your back arches, from your muffled moans and just barely shy of your face. “feels good huh? moaning my name like it’s the only word you know..” he coos mockingly, smirking once he hears a gasped moan. “yeah? right there?”

he continues to abuse that same spot, recording the way the hand that had previously been gripping at the sheets go to his wrists. “haru haru haru~” he copies you as he giggles, whiningly cursing as he watches you cum all over your stomach, the sight of your hidden face, sweaty body mixed with your cum is enough for him to cum as well, filling you up with soft thrusts to help you calm down. “you okay?” “a-ahuh..” “great.”

“fuck- even if i came in you twice, you still clench around me like you want more like a pathetic whore.” he says, watching you hiccup and sob from the overstimulation. he wasn’t even hitting your prostate though.. “p-please.! l-last one.. no more haruu,!” you beg while he smirks. pressing record once more, he stops thrusting and focuses the camera on your messy hair and tearful expression. leaning forward, he fixes the hair out of your eyes while watching through the camera. you let him, looking at him with doe eyes and pouty lips.

he gulps. he’s done for, you’re so fucking pretty on his phone. “smile for me baby.”

he feels himself smile too, watching as you comply with his request so easily. snapping a picture, he presses record once more. “good boys who listen deserve good cock right?” the phone captures your nods and soft begs. “fuck- if only you’d be able to get pregnant huh?”

pulling out and recording one last time, he captures his cum leaking out of your hole. smiling to himself, he tosses his phone and lays next to you. “i missed you.” he says simply, pushing your hair back and away from your forehead. “fuck off..”

you listen to him talk and ramble, feeling his hand on your back while he plays with your hair. you feel comfortable, just being in his chest and hearing his heart beats while he talks. closing your eyes, you feel the hit of exhaustion that washes over you like a tidal wave.

..

wait, pregnant.?

hey chatt.. um.. grabs ukulele and sings apology for being dead knowing damn well im not gna post for another month or two

ALLOSOSSOOO THANK YOU FOR BIG 300 HELPP I LOVE U ALL CONSENSUALLY THANK U FOR READING MY LITTLE DRABBLES !!

oh yeah pervert bf is now haru! (tbh i took his name from my j.ai bot that i made and i realized hey they seem the same tbh but yup, i could prooobably link him but yaknow!)

#asher's works !! #fanfic #male reader #bottom male reader #bottom reader #drabble #mxm #smut #male smut #gay #gay mlm #original character

[wonysugar]

keep talking | aeri uchinaga

synopsis : your best friend, aeri, was on tour with her fellow aespa members. she missed you a whole lot though, so you guys get on call and she asks you to talk about your day, to ramble, and to just keep on talking<3

pairing : idol!giselle x fem!reader

genre : best friends to fwb, phone call, smut!!

tags : phone sex, giselle is pretty subby in this, so yknow reader is kinda dommy, long distance, bffs to fwb, fingering, clit rubbing, dirty talk, you talk her through it ehehehe, aeri is still an aespa member, they’re on tour, and aeri has practice later help, what a bummer :((

warning : none just horny smut lol

word count : around 1.2k

a/n: this has been in my drafts since july,,, SO sorry,, but anyways i hope you enjoy this :] thank you

“a-s-a-p, babyy, hurry up, don’t be lazyy”

you heard the ringtone from your cellphone, immediately jumping on your bed from excitement as you quickly accepted the anticipated call, not even bothering to read the contact name. you’ve been planning to call her ever since she’s left the country, but she’s just been so endlessly busy recently, you couldn’t help but miss her.

immediately greeted by the voice of your best friend, aeri, a playful “heyyyy.” is what came out of your speaker.

“heyyyyy.” you sang back just as playfully, earning a giggle from her. “how is it in the uk? you having fun?” you ask, occupying your fingers by twirling and playing with your hair as she hummed. her and her band, aespa, were currently on tour. today, they landed in london, and were now getting ready for their concert tomorrow.

“it’s fun!! we landed only a few hours ago but i’m already loving the city so farrr. i went grocery shopping with ning earlier and, it was like.. so fun for no reason??” she told you, you could visualize her smile just from the way she spoke. “it would be so much more fun if you were here though, y/n..” she added, now probably pouting.

you chucked, “it’s okay, aeriii. it’s not like we’re completely separated, we have each other’s number. worst case scenario, we text a couple of times in a day.”

“but it’s not the sameee.” she whined, “seeing your best friend in person and seeing them through a screen is not the same thing at all.”

you tried reassuring her that the tour wasn’t gonna last that long, and that you both were gonna hang out as soon as it was over. she eventually agreed and shrugged the feeling off, asking about your day and how you’ve been.

“to be honest, it’s also been kinda lonely without you so i’ve just been at home in my freetime, sometimes going on walks. though i should say! listening to your music while i’m at work does help, like girl.. that shit gets me so hyped up like m-m-mamba-“ you rambled on and on, confident that she was listening to everything you were saying due to the responsive mhms she let out.

they progressively became less frequent, however, and then, at some point, they just completely stopped. you started worrying, wondering if the signal was gone or something..

“you there?” you ask.

“h-huh? y-yeah i’m still here.” she replied with a slightly shaky voice.

that didn’t sound very convincing.. was she feeling okay? before you could ask, a small noise escaped her lips. a noise that sounded like… a whimper. a whimper that was trying to held back.

“you know, we can call some other time if you don’t feel too well right no-“

“fuck y/n please don’t hang up… keep talking about whatever i don’t care but just.. please k-keep talking. i’m sorry, i’m listening i p-promise.” she interrupted in such a desperate voice, kinda whining in the process as she was breathing heavily into the mic.

you were dumbfounded. this was all so strange.. was she in danger or something? why would she ask you to just keep talking if she was, though? you just sat there for a moment, silent, a confused look plastered on your face.

until it clicked. oh.

oh.

the heavy panting.. the shake in her voice.. begging for you to keep talking.. the slight whimpering??? your stomach pleasantly twisted at the thought, was she actually..?

a smirk began to form.

“aeri..” you pause, contemplating actually asking the question. then,

“are you touching yourself right now?”

no response, just a desperate sigh. she was probably trying to think of an excuse. oh that poor girl. “oh my god you totally are.” you said, feeling like teasing her some more.

“i’m sorry y/n, i - fuck - i just missed you so- mmh..so much i couldn’t help it i’m sorry-.” she whined out.. you were imagining the look she had on her face right now, head probably buried in the pillow.

yet in another whiny voice, “this was a bad i-idea i have practice later and.. fuckfuckfuck-“ is what comes out of her mouth, almost inaudible due to how quiet she was being, careful as to not let the other members next door overhear.

you couldn’t lie, you weren’t expecting her to act like this. she never would say kinky shit to you directly, let alone do it in your company. you guys were close, so you talked about sexual things sometimes, but it was all in good fun. having her masturbate on a call got you unexpectedly and indescribably turned on.

“fuck practice aeri, describe what you’re doing.” you asked, getting undeniably hornier by every small noise she let out.

she exhaled, “i’m - ah - fingering m-myself..”

you slowly unbuttoned your jeans as you were listening to her response, “with how many fingers?” you add.

“t-two..” she panted yet again, your hand already getting into your panties and closer to your cunt.

“are you imagining they’re mine?” you spread apart your pussy lips, gently rubbing on your folds, feeling how wet you already were from her. you exhaled from relief.

she whimpered and squirmed at your words, knowing her, she was most definitely feeling embarrassed right now. then, she let out a needy mhm in response to your question as she was pumping her fingers in and out of herself.

“words, baby.” you added.

“fuck y/n - yes i am..” she quietly moaned out.

“good girl.” you praise, earning a cute little whimper from her. fuck, you couldn’t help it, hearing her pretty moans and knowing that she was touching herself to your voice made you lose it.

you inserted your own fingers into your aroused cunt, letting out a sigh of relief as you were finally doing something about the pool that was growing in between your legs ever since you figured out that your best friend was masturbating to your voice. holy shit, not even the greatest porno ever made could get you this aroused.

then, you heard a chuckle from the other side of the line. “d-did i get you horny?” she teased.

“no shit you did.” you shakily confessed as you could hear her quietly moan, “you sound so good.” you added.

“fuuck i wish i was there with you right now.” she confessed back, her voice obviously still very shaky.

“what would you - mmh - do if y-you were?” you wanted her to explain every little detail, to ramble on and on about what she was thinking of right now.

she slowed down on the fingering, as if it was really going to maximize her thinking, “w-well.. for starters..

i’d probably pin down you on the bed.. get on top of you and m-make out with you, slowly letting my - god - hands roam your entire body as i move my mouth further down. feeling the pressure from your knee in between my thighs..”

her voice started getting shakier while your cunt got just as wet hearing her describe the scene, god you needed to see her face, you needed to see how she was probably squirming at the sensation, how desperate she was getting just from imagining all of it. you needed to see it for yourself.

“aeri.” you shakily let out.

before she could even choke out a response,

“can you get on facetime?”

#smut #kpop gg #female reader #aespa smut #aeri uchinaga #aeri uchinaga x female reader #aespa x female reader #aespa giselle #aespa giselle smut #giselle x reader #aespa giselle x reader #aespa

[proqhetic]

Could you write your head canons for what dating Lottie would be like? Sorry it’s basic this is my first time requesting 😅

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ ꪆৎ ˚ ⋅ dating lottie matthews hcs

cw: nsfw at the bottom, blood

when your relationship is just starting out, i think lottie would be extremely shy or reserved

i don’t think she has a lottttt of experience (compared to say jackie or nat), and she’s always kept to herself more, so she’d be extra cautious about not messing this up or making you uncomfortable in anyway

trusts you with the “weirder” sides of herself that she’s usually too embarrassed to show around others and you only love her even more for it

she’s so cute WAAAJSHAHSKFHAGJ

will do the pinky thing when she wants to hold your hand where she just lightly pokes your hand with it before you just full on take her hand in yours 😭😭

“lottie, we’re already dating. you can hold my hand.” “i just— i wasnt sure!” she defends herself while grinning, taking your hand in hers

her main love language is definitely gift giving!! she’ll gladly shower you in gifts and presents everyday if she knew it would make you happy

if you mention in passing about an expensive pair of shoes you’ve been eyeing for a while now or a funko pop of one of ur faves just dropped, expect to see it nicely wrapped in a bow on your bed by the next day <3

expect her to go ALL OUT for valentine’s day, christmas and your birthday in terms of surprising you with presents and parties.

matching halloween costumes are also on the agenda

cannot cook to save her life this point should just be canon (will try to cook breakfast in bed for you and fail miserably)

sleepovers at her house after soccer practice!!! you’d sit on the bleachers and watch her during practice with heart eyes like those cheesy high school movies while you wait for her

so. many. forehead kisses. (that height difference mmm)

light sleeper — (esp pre-dating) frequently wakes up in the middle of the night and has trouble falling asleep. your presence alone has been such a help,, she’ll have an arm wrapped around your waist or fall asleep tucked into the crook between your neck and shoulder while u play with her hair > <

but the second you crawl up to pee in the middle of the night you come back and see her awake and staring back at you all groggy and pouty hhjshdjehs

asks nat how to create a mixtape just so she can create one for you with all the songs that remind her of you

slips you those stupid post-its in class with the checkboxes that are like

“ hey.. i think ur pretty cute :) date tn? ▢ yes!! ♡ ▢ no :( ”

even though it’s been like a good few months into your rs

⚠️ — nsfw

secretly a freak but wbk… let’s be honest here!!!!

loves whispering the filthiest things in your ear when you guys are out with your friends just to see you get all worked up and flustered

that paired with her evil grinnn oh when her fangs poke out MMMMNNCMSBV i’m going insane

speaking of fangs… biting your lip/neck until she draws blood (vampire!lottie you will always be famous)

sooo whiny. non stop whimpering. even draws them out because she knows how much hearing her turns you on

needs to build some confidence around you and get over that embarrassed start but could definitelyy be the dom one if she wanted

sleepy sex is her favourite >_< waking up to two of her fingers already inside you as she greets you with a drawled “good morning babyy” and a chaste kiss as she adds a third finger in

#WE ARE SO BACK #lottie things 💭 #.nsfw #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #lottie matthews smut #yellowjackets smut #anomz

[ayeyolooo]

WORKOUT!

Yolo’s note: I hope that you all like it,because I thought that this was cute!😊

Summary: y/n think that she’s too big due to her having chubby arms, a medium sized pudge (+lower belly fat) and back rolls. Her boyfriend constantly reminds her of how beautiful she is but she doesn’t believe it. So she goes to the gym with him.

Please excuse my grammatical errors<3

Warnings? Cursing!

“Are you ready baby?” Your boyfriend’s tatted hand wrapped around your chubby waist. “Mhm!” You smiled up at him as he tucked his head into your neck. “You know that you are so beautiful right?” Ony asked you. You just nodded. “Words ma.” He said walking to your shared bathroom.

“Yes.” You simply said as you sat down on your bed and slipped into your tennis shoes. “I got your headphones bae.” Ony said pecking your cheek and walking out to the living room. You just sighed not please with how you look at all.

“Welcome.” The girl in the front smiled. “You’re so pretty!” She exclaimed with adornment inside of her eyes. “Right!!?” Ony said giggling and kissing your head. Your cheeks went hot as you smiled at her. “Thank you.” You mumbled. “She’s so adorable!! I hope the two of you enjoy your time here. If you need anything I’ll be here.” She smiled and waved. “Okay thank you!!” You waves back to her.

“Okay so we gone stretch first.” Ony said as you nodded and placed your water bottle and bag down. You bent down and touched your toes while you counted to ten. You felt a harsh slap on your butt. You wince and just looked up and mugged Ony. “Youre so annoying.” You laughed and shook your head. “So.” He said rolling his eyes playfully. The two of you stretched and warmed up,now it was time for the real thing.

“Okay we’re going to start off light then make our way to the more advanced things on and towards the end Okay?” He asked looking down at you. “Okay babyy.” You smiled. You and Ony began to do jumping jacks, light work. You smiled to yourself. He handed you one of them bell weights and the both of you did squats with them. You both kept doing reps which made your thighs and calves hurt. You winced as you tried to stop. “Nu uh baby keep going you got it.” Ony said encouraging you. “Three more..one..two..there you go ma. You doing to good.” Ony’s words made butterflies in your belly. “Good job baby.” He held both of his hands up as you gave him his high fives and kissed his lips.

“Excuse me, can you bench me?” A petite girl with green eyes and blonde hair tapped Ony. She twirled her hair with her finger as she batted her eyelashes at him. “I’m sure that your sister wouldn’t mind right?” She asked looking at you. Ony jerked his head back. “Girl if you don’t get the fuck on.” He said ignoring her and turning back to you. “Anyways baby,we’re going to do some leg work.” Ony ignored the girl that stood behind him. He made sure to put the emphasis on the word baby.

She got the hint and walked away, embarrassed. “Girl why would you go over there to that man,youn see him with his girl that’s so rude.” Someone called her out. You and Ony stuffed a laugh. “Okay we gone do calf raises.” You nodded and began to do the workout with him.

It’s y’all been at the gym for like an hour and your body was sore,and you were exhausted. You were now on the machine that made you lift your legs up and use your stomach strength. “Whew.” You said about to get up but Ony walked over to you and laughed. “You done for the day mama?” You nodded frantically. “Okay, you did so good!”He said picking up your bags and placing them on his shoulder while he interlocked your hands together.

#onyankopon x black reader #onyankopon x black y/n #aot x black reader #aot x chubby reader

[dailygunpowderboys]

WE’RE BACK BABYY

I wish they collabed more .. UGH them if they had a world together :] -Mod C0ZY

#dailygunpowderboys #fwhip #gunpowder boys #pixlriffs #mod C0ZY

[zombyjuice]

Can you do sugar daddy shotaro smut😍

PRINCESS TREATMENT ❄️🎀 ٩(ŏ﹏ŏ、)۶

bf!shotaro x poc!reader

MMMPHHH literally fighting demons atm ☺️☺️ no face claims. I’ve had writer's block ALL DAYY I hope it’s decent :>>

“Taro, I still feel like this is too much” you mumble in his chest, arms around his waist freshly done nails scratching at his back and his arms around your neck. “princess what did I tell you about that, I told you I wanted to do this for you, yeah?” you nod and let a small mhm slip.

He moves his hands to your neck and gently pushes your head up to look up at him “Yeah?” he repeats thumb gently swiping against your sensitive area “Yeah” you say back looking up at him with soft eyes “Mmm good” he smiled. You guys were standing in line ready to pay and go home.

Before you guys made it official you were good friends and emotionally dependent on each other. he’d always spend his money on you or run to your service whenever you needed it, his only way of showing you his love without making it… romantic, baby just wanted to make you happy, the first time you guys ever did anything was after the time he bought you a dress you’ve been eyeing for a while, and you just looked so breathtaking the way the color complimented your beautiful chocolate skin.

He couldn’t help it, that night he gave you all his love, fucking you till you couldn’t see right, red marks evident on your ass and love marks down your neck.

Today you guys had breakfast and went shopping with Wonbin, Taro bought you everything and Wonbin sneered at you half the time because you stole his sugar daddy. 20 bags later you guys dropped Wonbin off at the hotel and he drove you to the nail/hair appointment he booked for you.

The moment you got home his lips are on yours “m! taro-!” He’s grabbing at your waist pulling you as close as he can “fuck baby, you look so good, gonna fuck you so good” he grunts. “babyy” you whined against his lips like you don't want it but hands roaming his body like he's all you want.

“Just got my hair done don't want to ruin it” you mumble as he brings your room not bothering to turn on the lights using the city lights that we’re on display for just you two.

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure to be gentle, yeah?”

“Mm yeah” he pushed your body onto the bed and got in between your legs kissing you firmly. “All day been so uncomfortable princess, just wanted your pretty pussy around me,” he huffs grabbing onto your legs and playing with that fats of your thighs and moving his way up to your ass.

He dragged you on his lap and gave a good slap on your ass making you jump and whine, a bright smile on his face.

He turned you on your stomach and adjusted you to the way he wanted and fucked your soaping cunt till he felt was right.

He’d be whining humping you pathetically face in your neck and hands never leaving your ass squishying and slapping. He'd turn you to your back so he could see your pretty face while finishing “Baby, baby, fuck-! ‘m cumming” broken whines and feathery moans slipping out of the both of your mouths.

Euphoria is all you felt as you guys went on. His thrusts were sharp yet sloppy and his words slurred. He’d finish inside you more times than you could count and no he was not gentle and your hair did end up a mess.

But nothing he couldn’t fix with sweet kisses and some cash.

#choqolei (⁎˃ᆺ˂) #shotaro riize #riize smut #shotaro smut #shotaro x reader #shotaro fluff #riize shotaro #shotaro fanfic #shotaro #shotaro one shot #sungchan riize #anton riize #riize fluff #riize x reader #riize one shot #riize wonbin #wonbin #wonbin riize #wonbin fluff #riize

[milalovesmatt]

“please mommy”

eric cartman/kenny mccormick/kyle broflofski/stan marsh x reader

(separate)

NSFW WARNING!!

eric cartman

it was right after you just dominated eric oh my gosh he was moaning and whining and crying just all of it but lucky you got a video and you were waiting for just the perfect time to tell him about it. one day he was being bossy and you showed him the video snd he went ballistic “wait baby dont show that to them dumbass!” “ oh but i just might if you keep this attitude~” “dont please” “ beg for me eric.” “p-please im b-begging please m-mommy anything j-just don’t show m-my friends” “okay!”

kenny mccormick

you just dommed kenny, he was sweating and everything. two days later he was talking to another girl a little too friendlyish so you pulled him to the side “hey babe wyd talking to that girl” “ we’re just friends!” “for now..” “ what was that?” “nothing love!” “oh okay well can i get back to talking to her?” “ofcorse just iif you want me to show the whole gc this video of you being a sub” “okay” “okay” he starts to walk away “wait kenny come back!” “ hm?” “ i love you💕” “ love you too” he then gives you a kiss “btw i didint send it to the gc love im sorry” “i know❤️”

kyle broflofski

you basically already know what im going to say right now long story short u dommed kyle duh and he was abt to leave your house “babyy why are you leaving so early” “ oh now your being clingy” “i want cuddles☹️” “ sorry babe i told kenny i would go to the movies with him tonight” “☹️☹️☹️” “im sorryyy i’ll be back in two hours” “okay well then i guess i will just have to show this video to cartman” “ wait what video?” “oh nothing just this video of me dominating u🤭” “what no doll please” “well then i guess u just have to dich kennyyyy” “honey yk i cant do that” “or if u want to beg for me” “ughhh” “come on dont be a whore beg.” “p-please” you sit in silence “please mommy” you ruffle his hair “there we go!” okay sweetheart u can go! kyle is blushing sm

stan marsh

he got home and you were on a ft call with kyle kenny and eric then he walked in the room “hey babe im home” “hey!” “wyd” “nothing much just calling the boys” “without ME?!?!?” he says in a sarcastic tone “sorry babe you were at work”  “ugh love birds shut up for a second playing roblox” “cartman i didint know u were a sticky i pad kid too, i thought u were just fat!” “shut up u stupid jew” “omg let me join ur server rn” “ew no” “soo y/n what did u and stan do this weekend that was important for him to CANCEL OUR PLANS😡” “oh uhmm..” “oh i know exactly what me and stanley did this weekend” you say with a smirk, that made stan blush. once u started talking he shushed u and hung up on them💀

#south park #kenny mcormick hcs #kenny mcormick x reader #south park x reader #sp x reader #sp #south park smut #eric cartman x reader #sp kyle #kyle brovlofski #kyle brovlosfki x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x y/n #x reader #fandom #fanfic #kenny mccormick

[theconstantsidekick]

Captain America: Civil War ft. Static (6) | s.r

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings), Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader (future)

Genre: Angsty city babyy!

Summary: Steve and Y/n try to hash out their different stances on the Accord, in a small car, with Sam and Bucky right there in the backseat. It goes as well as you would expect.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Past Trauma, Mentions of Traumatic Political Events (Bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, The Chernobyl Disaster), Mentions of Gory Deaths, Mentions of Violence Against Animals.

a/n: this was gonna be a lighthearted chapter to act as an interlude from all the angst... that is not what it ended up becoming. If anyone wants to correct me on something, hit me up. If I have said something cruel or hurtful, let's talk it out. I assure you that was never my intension.

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“You can ask,” she says calmly.

The sound of the old yet sturdy Volkswagen hums calmly in the background. It’s not harmonious or anything but it does provide a sense of comfort, he thinks.

And you best believe he does need a whole lotta comforting right about now. 

“Ask what?” Steve asks, playing dumb and failing at it.

“Whatever it is that you want to,” she answers simply. She’s looking out the window of the passenger seat. Steve can’t see her face to be able to read it… Well, that’s not completely fair. Even if he could see her face, he’s almost certain he wouldn’t be able to read it. 

Ever since Ultron, ever since she opened up about her past, he’s noticed her change. She’s different now… or maybe, he thinks, maybe she’s more herself than she has ever been before. This isn’t to say Steve was great at reading her before but she seemed easier to grasp, closer in a way. That’s not all, though. He always knew she was a competent fighter, but now he’s entranced by her every move. It’s a dance. He used to be awed by her skill before, the motions were quick and effective but now? Now watching her fight, he can see the fluidity and ease. No one on the team has that. No one Steve has ever fought has that. There is a sense of comfort in the way she handles herself in battle. The movements are precise and practiced, like she’s done it countless times before… she probably has. 

All this sucks for Steve because ever since Tony suggested the accords be signed, every single conversation with her feels like a battle. And he’s not ashamed to admit it, the woman he loves is a better fighter than him. 

“I don’t know what you’re—”

“Just ask what you wanna ask, Steven,” she cuts him off swiftly.

See? 

Better than he’s gonna get any time soon.

Sighing he asks, “Why are you here? With us I mean? I thought you didn’t agree with us.”

“Common man! Don’t drag us into this!” Sam protests from the back seat. “We’re very happy to have you here,” he adds politely while looking at Y/n. “The Frosty Fighter agrees, doesn’t he?” He looks over to Bucky next to him, urging him to agree. When there is no response, Sam elbows him in the chest.

“Ouch!” Bucky exclaims. “What?”

“We’re glad Y/n is with us, aren’t we?” Sam prompts.

In the rearview mirror, Steve can see Bucky sit up awkwardly, every move a sign of his discomfort over the situation.

But Sam’s insistence is inescapable, so softly he replies. “Yes.”

And somehow that makes Y/n chuckle.

Huh, he thinks.

“Fine,” Steve concedes. “Why are you here? With me?” He asks again.

“Because you can’t handle Sergeant Barnes alone,” she replies.

Uhh, what?

“I was able to contain him back at the headquarters.” Steve might not have had as many hours on the field as her but he’s not incapable of taking care of his friend!

She, to his surprise, chuckles again. “It wasn’t a comment on your capabilities, handsome… You just have a habit of letting your emotions take charge when it comes to the Frosty Fighter.”

“And you don’t?” Steve challenges abrasively.

She finally takes her eyes off the passing scenery outside the window to look at him with what he, with his poor reading skills, determines to be controlled rage. His challenge is met with a daunting stare. 

“I do too,” she answers. “That’s why you’re here.” She looks away again.

Okay, maybe he needs to reassess his approach. He adjusts uncomfortably in the driver’s seat, bracing himself to come at the situation from a different angle; a more tactical one.

Before he can though—

“But you don’t think Tony’s right either?” Sam asks. 

“Nope,” she replies.

Bucky beats Steve to the punch, asking, “Then who is?”

“Me.”

“We should all just give up?” Steve questions, incredulous. “Stand by and watch while people need our help? When we can do good?”

“No…I suggest you look away, Steven. Take a vacation maybe, somewhere warm—considering your history and all,” her replies are so painfully nonchalant, it puts Steve on edge.

“Damn it Y/n, I’m being serious!” He explodes.

“So am I.” Her seeming lack of interest in the conversation irks him unfathomably. “Didn’t you hear what Vision said?”

“You believe we’re the reason behind all this?” Steve’s beyond incredulous at this point.

“I believe in escalation,” she counters. “If there is someone out there who wants revenge, who wants to stop us—like this psycho fake doctor we’re currently dealing with—they can’t just use the usual methods.” She turns to him then, “You have to understand putting down any of us isn’t easy. If someone wants to stop you, it’s not gonna be as easy as a knife to your gut. You’re a superhuman, my guy. Tony is packing a fucking arsenal on his chest. And Wanda??? Do you even know the extent of what she can do with her powers?”

“No, but—”

She cuts him off, “Neither do I, but from what little I understand, she’s as close to unstoppable as it gets. Same for Vision. And that’s to say nothing of Hulk or Thor! I mean he’s a God, can he even DIE??” She sounds almost as if she’s about to explode.

But at some level, he does understand where she’s coming from. The Avengers are dangerous… but only to their enemies.

Exhaling loudly, he tries to gather his patience to respond with some sense of consideration. “So what? We just give up because someone out there is waiting to be instigated? Have you thought that maybe that is inevitable? If there are people like us, itching to become heroes, the inverse must be true as well. There have to be people out there ready to exploit the system through whatever means necessary. Correlation does not equal causation. Not always.” He looks at her then, “If we all take a collective vacation and stop helping people is there a guarantee that the violence dies down?”

“I am not saying we quit helping. I am not inclined to think in extremes like you or my brother,” she answers, her voice calm once again. “I just think we should pick and choose our battles.”

“That is all the more reason for us to oppose the Accords—”

She cuts him off again, “Yes, yes. That’s why I didn’t sign them!” Her head falls back, she closes her eyes and adds, “But when I say we pick and choose I mean threats that cannot be handled by humans… I mean that the Avengers should stop shoving their noses in political matters—human matters. If another giant hole opens up in the sky, I’ll come running, till then? Avengers are better off taking a vacation.” She looks out the window again. “Maybe Tahiti? I’ve heard it’s a magical place.”

“How is that fair? Why should people who are suffering because of their governments or insurgents, or terrorists be excluded? Why don’t they deserve our protection?” Steve challenges.

“You’re oversimplifying again,” she says calmly. “It’s not about them, it’s about us.”

“How?” Sam asks. Belatedly he realizes, for a minute there Steve completely forgot Sam and Bucky were in the car with them. 

“The Avengers, as a team, predominantly comprises of American citizens… And even the ones who aren’t Americans are led by a man who wears star-spangled tights and goes by the name Captain America. Do you seriously not see the issue in that?” She looks back at him.

“You think our actions reflect on our country?” He questions.

“You don’t?” She throws back. “You seriously don’t see how us, flying around different nations, doing whatever we want without giving a shit about their laws and their needs isn’t going to seem like an act of showcasing dominance by a nation that is a global superpower?” 

“I’m not blind to the implications, Y/n. I understand what it looks like at a cursory glance. But there’s a lot more to it. We are not just agents of our country; we surpassed that title a long time ago. We are so much more than that. Countless humanitarian missions, assisting during natural calamities, providing aid to refugees, all of that cannot simply be overlooked in favor of what it says on our passports. As a team, the Avengers are a symbol of hope,” Steve argues.

“You cannot be that naive, man. You wear the American flag like a costume, you don’t think the other countries might see your actions in their land as interference from a foreign nation? You think they care about the semantics? You think any common person would?” 

“I’ll ditch the uniform.”

“Sure, Captain America”

“I’ll ditch the name too.”

“Are you acting dense to piss me off, or did the Frosty Fighter get a good hit in there somewhere?”

He rolls his eyes. “I want to help people. I don’t need a title or a suit to do it. I just want the freedom to help the ones in need.”

“That sounds sweet and all, but it’s as ignorant as it gets.” 

“You’re confusing ambition with ignorance.”

“You think if you change your name, and pick a new outfit, it will stop? You think that’s all it’ll take? You’re a fucking weapon, Steve. We’re all weapons. That’s the cold hard cocksucking truth. People might see us as heroes but at the end of the day, they all know that is what the fuck we are. I am not saying that’s a bad thing… or a good thing either. I am just saying that when other nations see you, going around, breaking bones with a light punch, they will also want one of you, all for themselves. You’re Mattel’s best selling Barbie, Stevie boy; everyone wants one for themselves to dress up, play house with and command armies with. There will always be a dumb fucker out there trying to recreate whatever the fuck you are.”

“It’s not my fault you are the way you are, Y/n,” he bites back, just as fierce as her. “You’re an alien, you could’ve been set off sooner or later even if Hydra hadn’t gotten around to it.”

He can hear her jaw clench. “Yeah, maybe,” she says dismissively. It’s an act, a defense, he knows it. It’s gonna be followed by a punch in the gut, an offense. “But can you say the same thing about Frosty Fighter back there?”

The car screeches to a halt on the empty backroad they’d been sailing through. Steve can smell the burnt rubber on the road, but it’s hard to care about it right now.

Slamming the door upon exiting, Steve walks over to the sidewalk. Pacing a little, he waits for her to follow suit.

The moment she does, “You know Y/n, sometimes you say shit to be right, to win an argument without weighing the consequences of your words.” His words are fuming, just like him.

“Is that a threat?” She asks, almost jovially.

His steps halt with his back to her. “You’re crossing a line, Y/f/n.”

Despite all his claims of not being able to read her, in this moment, he knows exactly how she’s reacting despite not looking at her. While his eyes are set on the patch of sparse greens, he can almost feel her provocation leaving her body.

“You’re right,” she relents. “I’m sorry.” He knows she means it. “I went too far with the last two, I shouldn’t have,” she says calmly, so he turns to look at her. She kicks the ground, looking surprisingly similar to a kid caught with an orange tongue when explicitly told no more juice pops. “It’s frustrating. I never thought there would come a day where Tony would ask me to sign away my freedom.”

“I think,” he looks up at the sky, “I think he’s just trying to make amends somehow. It’s not the best way to go about it but he’s trying. I can’t blame him.”

“I can,” she counters. “He knows what it would mean for me. He’s still proposing it. I blame him completely.”

“And yet, you keep insisting you’re not on our—” 

She promptly cuts him off, “Before you start your shitty little spiel about how that is why I should stand with you, I’d like to let you know, you are only doubling my said frustration. It is beyond me how you cannot see how much damage the Avengers have caused—are capable of causing still!”

Hands on his hip, her frustration mirrored on his face, he says, “Why did you even join the team if you think so?”

“Because of Tony.”

“That’s all? That’s all it ever was? You never, not even for a second, believed in us? In what we do?” He’s desperate right now.

She shrugs. “I know we are capable of good, Steve. I am not saying we aren’t. But you cannot overlook the impact. The Superhero game is a hair’s breadth away from privatization and if that happens, we are all doomed.”

Exhaling loudly, his head falls.

The sun’s too bright, he thinks. 

“I don’t think heroes, real heroes can be bought off,” he counters. “If there even came a point where there could be heroes for hire, they wouldn’t be heroes, not really. They’d be—” he can’t think of a word.

“Soldiers?” 

Somehow, the challenge in her eyes is brighter still.

Before either of them can say anything to that, Sam gets out of the car and comes to stand in front of them. “Did you guys forget we’re wanted fugitives? Or having this couple’s tiff in broad daylight is just like a death wish I wasn’t told about?”

Couple’s tiff?

“This is not a couple’s tiff.” He runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “This is a discussion about Y/n’s fundamental lack of faith in us as heroes,” he accuses. 

“No,” she counters. “First of all,” she looks at Sam, “This is a blind spot, Steve might be naive but he’s not an idiot. And second of all,” turning to him she adds, “this is not a discussion, this is an intervention for Steve, the jerkface who supports capitalism.”

“What?!” Steve’ completely lost by this point.

With carefree steps, Y/n walks over to a boulder and sets herself atop it. Slowly then, she begins to stretch. “Do you know about the Nuclear-Proliferation Treaty?”

Completely confounded by the change of topic, all Steve can do right now is respond, “Yes. Signed on 1st July 1968, the treaty was negotiated to prevent the spread of nuclear weapons and weapons technology, to promote cooperation in the peaceful uses of nuclear energy.” 

She nods in acknowledgement. “Do you know why it was signed?”

“I just told you why.” It’s been a long, long day and it’s barely the afternoon. So yeah, Steve relaxes, leans back on the car. He lets his body fall loose. He isn’t entirely relaxed, not really. He’s just a little too tired to keep his guard up in front of his friends and his girlfriend, despite knowing for sure whatever comes next will be just as hurtful as any enemy attack . 

“No, you told me what the treaty’s function was supposed to be… or tried to be. I’m asking you why it was signed. Do you know why?”

“I’m guessing you’ll tell me.”

And that, out of all the things, makes her chuckle, “Fear.” Their eyes meet. “When The Manhattan Project started, it scared the shit out of every nation that was aware of its existence. Then on 6 and 9 August 1945, when the 509th Composite Group of the United States Army Air Forces dropped those newly minted bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, respectively, everyone and their mothers collectively shat their pants. Which, I mean, can you really blame them?”

“What’s your point?” Sam chimes in.

She looks up at the sky. “The point, Samuel, is that any weapon that strong will instill so much fear in the hearts of men, that it will either result in an all-out relinquishment of the weapon or—”

“Everyone’s gonna want a weapon of their own,” Sam surmises.

Sam receives a wink and finger guns for his correct answer

Then she looks at Steve. “Those bombs were so fucking scary that the only defense these fucked in the head politicians could come up with was creating one of their own. Which obviously led to multiple countries testing and developing a nuclear arsenal of their personal collection. It got bad enough that they needed to come together and be like, ‘Yeah ok. We fucked up. These are way too many weapons and if they get in the wrong hands we’ll end up never needing a sequel for Planet of the Apes cause we’ll be living it.’” She sits up straighter. “We’re just like these weapons, Steve; that’s what I mean when I say we’re nuclear. We’re incomprehensibly powerful weapons and the accords are like a (not so) pre-emptive NPT.” Shaking her head she adds, “Now, I’m not trying to negate or diminish Japan’s war crimes from that period. I never will. It was a war. There were crimes. Not much logic to it than that. All’s I’m saying is that the justification for the use of such weapons, of us will always be shaky and terrifying.”

His jaw clenches.

He understands. He isn’t so naive that he cannot see where she’s going with all this but, if he doesn’t believe that people like Sam, Natasha, Tony—if people like them weren’t going to fight for they believed in, if they didn’t fight for people who can’t fight for themselves the world would be a much worse place for it. The Avengers are capable of a lot of bad but he knows they are capable of a lot more good. They haven’t been able to save everyone but they have always given their all, on every single mission. They have always been ready to lay down their lives for what they believed in, and that kind of faith cannot be bad. That kind of pure devotion cannot be evil.

He knows it.

“Just because you are not capable of seeing the potential we have to do good, doesn’t make us weapons. Just because you don’t believe in us, doesn’t mean we’ll forsake our promise to help people, Y/n.” He stands up straight. “We aren’t that easily swayed.”

She nods halfheartedly. “You know about Chernobyl?”

“Another history lesson?” Sam chides. 

She smiles again. “Something like that.” She looks at him, “Do you?”

He nods. “Yea, I read up on it.”

“I was there,” she says easily, as if she’s talking about some concert she attended back in the day.

“You were at Chernobyl?” Bucky’s question comes as a surprise to both Sam and him who were otherwise too focused on Y/n. However, she seems to have been expecting it almost. Walking over, Bucky comes to stand right opposite her, an arm’s length away from him.

She shrugs just as easily and says, “Howard, Peggy and I thought it would be wise. Someone with…my ‘set of skills’ was ideal to assess the damage, understand the situation, and help if necessary. It wasn’t a S.H.I.E.L.D. mission or anything, we were just worried. If it had been a mission, there would’ve been motives, and we didn’t want that to be the case for a situation that sensitive.” She pauses for a second. Despite the heavy subject matter, there is a hint of a smile on her face. She’s reminiscing, Steve realizes. It makes his stomach churn. “But yeah, I was there. I saw all of it. I saw the people that were affected, the children that were born, the first responders who were brought into the hospitals for radiation poisoning because the officials didn’t have the guts or common sense to admit to their fuck up.” Closing her eyes, she sighs. She is done reminiscing. “They were rotting away. Not slowly, not graciously; they were rotting away from the inside out in the most painful way imaginable. It was the most gruesome thing I had ever seen, and it wasn’t even an act of war. It was a mistake, an error, something that was overlooked due to lack of resources.”

The moment is too heavy for anyone except her to be able to break it.

“Did you read about the units sent out for clean ups, to minimize damage?” She asked.

“The units to clean up the spill—”

She shakes her head. “There were units sent out to the neighboring areas around Pripyat. These were soldiers who were ordered to exterminate any and all living accelerants.”

“Living accelerants?” Steve asks.

“Their job was to hunt down all the wildlife in the area. Whether it was farm animals, stray cats or pet dogs; they were all collected and… put down,” Bucky is the one who answers, surprising the group.

“Ten points to Frosty Fighter,” Y/n comments, still seeming a little astounded. “It was nowhere close to being the worst tragedy to come out of the incident, but it was the most unassuming one. They were in the blast radius and were suffering from radiation poisoning as well, but it’s not like they could do anything about it.” Sighing once again, she pauses for a second, before continuing, “The impact the Avengers tend to have is similarly severe, it too leads to completely unassuming tragedies.”

“I don’t think that’s fair,” Sam speaks up. “Chernobyl was built in secret, hidden away from the U.S. as well as their neighboring nations which is why their Government refused to ask for aid. If they had been open about it, countless lives could have been saved but they were too busy trying to save their own asses.” He crosses his arms and levels her with a look, “Whatever we do, we do it to save people. We do it to make things a little easier, more manageable. It’s not the same”

“No, it isn’t,” she admits. She seems… he doesn’t even have a word for it—worn down? That’s the closest Steve can get to describing her right now. “But the reactor blew up because of negligence… human error. The devastation was a result of hubris… we know a little something about that, don’t we?”

“We made one mistake,” Steve contends. “I am not trying to diminish it, but we slipped up once. And we rectified it immediately. Shouldn’t we at least be given a second chance?”

“Why?” She argues. “And honestly, that one mistake was more than enough. The repercussions of that one mistake will be felt for decades.” Exhaling audibly, she shakes her head. “Look, we live in a carefully crafted system. Human society as a whole is a result of ages and ages and ages of strife and discord and compromise. It’s a delicate structure, disrupting which doesn’t take a lot. The mistake we made… It sure was disruptive, seeing as multiple nations came together to impose the Accords onto us.”

He feels a distant desperation now, to prove to her that he’s right. “We cannot overlook the destruction we caused. We have to be held accountable for it, of course. But we have done a lot to protect this society as well; we fought off Loki and his aliens, we are still dismantling HYDRA but bringing their existence to the light wasn’t exactly a small task. We are capable of helping this system flourish,” he tries. “We just need another chance.”

“Despite our extraordinary powers, at our core, we are just human…ish. We are more than capable of repeating our same mistakes,” she says easily, calmly, almost as if she knows there is very little point to this debate. Why is she fighting me then?

“But we are also capable of learning from them,” he states with full faith. “This can be an opportunity for us to step back, reassess, and get better.”

And that somehow seems to be the last straw. 

“Listen to me, okay?” She’s instantly on her feet. Her tone has changed all of a sudden, to something more urgent, more earnest. “The system that we currently have isn’t the best… There are flaws in it, fundamental ones, but it works. It works well enough that we’re not inciting a nuclear war. It’s functional, not perfect but functional; and people had to fight for it to become what it is today. It took countless revolutions, inventions, wars, civil disobedience movements and about a million protests to get where we are right now… And people did that. They did it all by their lonesome, without any help from us. What I’m trying to say, what none of you seem to want to listen is that people will always, always keep fighting for what they believe in. They will succeed in making things better.” She’s vibrating with sheer confidence. “Utopia might not be achieved by next week, but people will keep at it till the day they do… Isn’t that enough?”

Now what you have to understand about Steve is that even though he is technically a hundred years old, he hasn’t lived for a hundred years. Everyone knows that but not a lot of people understand it. He hasn’t lived through every decade leading to this one. He was stuck on ice. When he went in, the world functioned a lot differently than when he came out. And that is where he and Y/n are complete opposites. 

While she is, for all intents and purposes, younger than him, she has lived a lot longer than him. It makes him feel a sense of disconnect to her… maybe he always will.

“It feels fairly insincere for us to have the power to help them speed up the process but choose instead to sit back and watch, don’t you think?”

“No! No, I don’t think so.”

Steve’s at the end of his rope. “Come on, Y/n! Do you have so little faith in us that you cannot even imagine that we might be able to make the world a better place? Do you believe in us at all?”

She chuckles then. It’s followed by a pause. Her hands are on her hips while she looks down at the ground. “You know about a week after the reactor blew up at Chernobyl, they realized that the nuclear material was melting through the concrete and was about to make contact with a pool of water underneath. The water was supposed to act as coolant but in this case would cause a fucking radiation-contaminated steam explosion upon contact. So what’s the plan, right? How to stop it? They needed people to dive into 20 million liters of poison water and turn a couple valves to drain it.” She looks at the three men then. “And before I could even think of breaking my cover to volunteer, three men—three normal, everyday men stepped up.” She’s smiling. She looks… proud? “Funny thing is, these were men who knew exactly what could happen to them. Of the danger this mission posed to them. Going in there was like inviting Death over for dinner and they did it without a single ounce of hesitance. They weren’t superhuman or of alien origin, trust me. I checked. They were just… people. Normal people who knew what needed to be done and decided to do it.” She clicks her tongue. “It’s not that I don’t believe in us, Steve. I do. I just believe a lot more in them.”

The words hang in the air. They stay there with nothing but the sound of the cars whizzing past them on the road.

Their silence is only broken when Steve's phone chimes.

Pulling it out of his pocket, he looks down at it. “It’s Sharon. She gave us a location, it’s 15 minutes from here.”

“We should head out,” Sam suggests.

“Yeah. Yeah, we should do that,” Y/n agrees, already getting back in the car. But before she can—

“You know, Steve’s just like them, right?” Bucky speaks up from where he stands behind her.

“What?” She asks, a little lost.

He meets her eye to eye. It’s the first time he’s had the courage to do so. “The scrawny little kid from Brooklyn—he’s just like the people you say you believe in so much.”

She nods. “He was… And most of his fundamentals still are… But power changes you. It changes where you stand. He has a good amount of it now,” she looks over at Steve, “unlike the kid from Brooklyn.” Her eyes fly back over to Bucky before she adds, “I believe in him more than he believes in himself, I just don’t think he understands the fact that his stance has to change with him.” Pointing back at Sam, “Now that one’s a whole different story. If he were the one opposing me, I would’ve lost by now.” With that she gets in the car.

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currently thinking about wholesome domestic mornings as jean's fiancé... this has been sitting in my drafts for like a month lol

pronouns: he/him

warnings: small mention of burning (just the food lol)

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Jean woke up at exactly 6:30, his internal clock immaculate. The earliest rays of sunlight were just barely peeking through the curtains of the room he shared with Y/n, his fiancé. He was still fast asleep, clinging onto Jean with a deathly tight hold. When Jean attempted to move, Y/n mumbled protests. Well, he wouldn’t be heading off anytime soon. 

Jean lay back down, wrapping his arms around the smaller man. He looked so adorable. Not that he didn’t look adorable anyways, but something about his peaceful expression was endearing.

“Morning sweetheart,” Jean said quietly, morning voice rough. Y/n began to open his e/c eyes, giving Jean a grin in response. “Can you let go of me? I need to make breakfast.”

“No,” Y/n mumbled in reply, tightening his death grip and smushing his face into Jean's chest. Jean took that as a no. Not that he minded - a few extra minutes of cuddles wouldn’t hurt anyone. “I love you.”

“Love you too sweetheart,” Jean wrapped one arm around Y/n’s waist, pulling hiim closer. The other hand ran through Y/n’s soft hair.

“I can’t believe we’re getting married. It feels like just yesterday you were the scary angry guy that sat across the café. And now you’re my giant teddy bear,” Y/n smiled up at Jean, the area around his eyes crinkling softly.

“One thing hasn’t changed - you’re still the handsome man I’m smitten with,” Jean responded, causing a flush of red across Y/n’s cheeks.

“Aww babyy,” Y/n buried his face again.

“But it’s true,” He planted a kiss on Y/n’s forehead. “Can I go now though? I’ll make you pancakes,” Jean whispered, hoping that the promise of his favorite breakfast would be enough of a bribe.

“Pancakes?” Y/n’s eyes lit up. Jean wormed out of the bed and headed for the kitchen, not bothering to put on a shirt. Pajama pants would be good enough. Right as he was beginning to mix up the batter, Jean felt a pair of arms wrapping around him. So Y/n was awake after all. He placed his head on the honey-haired boy’s shoulder, peeking over at the counter.

“Where’s your shirt?” Y/n asked, innocently.

“Don’t pretend you haven’t seen me in less,” Jean teased, coaxing a red flush from Y/n. He turned, leaving the batter to rest for a minute.

“I mean… it’s not like I mind or anything. You’re hot,” Y/n said, looking away shyly. Still shy, after all this time.

“I could say the same about you,” Jean said, pressing a kiss to his fiancé’s forehead yet again. 

“I like it when you’re nice,” Y/n said sweetly, leaning his head against Jean's chest.

“Am I usually not nice?” 

“Well… you’re just… a little prickly. Like a cactus. I like cacti. And I really like you baby.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Jean gave Y/n another kiss on the forehead before turning his attention back to the pancakes. Y/n didn’t let go, even as Jean walked across the kitchen. “Are you going to let go? Or do I have to make breakfast with you clinging onto me like a koala?” Jean joked as he poured out the first few pancakes.

“Need hugs.”

“Alright then,” Jean said, turning around to face his h/c-haired partner and pressing a kiss to his lips. Y/n kissed back softly, sweetly, not awake enough for anything else. It was nice, though the gentleness was a stark contrast to Jean's usual passion. But something about messy-haired, bleary-eyed, early morning Y/n coaxed out the young man’s gentle side. He would have been content standing with Y/n all morning, giving soft kisses and whispering sweet nothings. He almost did.

And then Jean smelled something burning. He whipped around, shocking Y/n, to find that the pancakes had started to burn. He flipped them quickly, trying desperately to save them.

“Sweetheart, you made me burn the pancakes,” Jean protested.

“Morning affection is more important than food. But you get the burnt ones,” Y/n teased. Why did he have to be so adorable? Jean really was smitten.

#{🍄 - mushrooms} #i continue to not know how to spell this man's last name #jean x reader #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean x male reader #jean kirstein x male reader #jean kirschtein x male reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x male reader #aot x reader #aot x male reader #jean fluff #jean kirschtein fluff #jean kirstein fluff

[hopelesslylfc]

virgil goal and domi assist we’re so back babyy

#the smiles on there faces #😭😭😭

[mrs-munson]

Hey everyone! Lately I’ve been really bored and I’ve had nothing to do, so Ive been writing quite a bit. I hope you guys like this cute little story.I was going to do the nightmare and the whole day, but guess what? 4 paragraphs got deleted! So I wrote most of this MONTHS ago. I stopped bc I didn’t know if I should write the whole thing or what. Anyways, go read.

Summary: you have a nightmare, and spend a fun morning with your boyfriend Eddie Munson.

Warnings: cursing, naked people 💀 use of y/n, she/her pronouns, but I didn’t really use them much. This is written for a female reader. I guess dom!eddie, idrk. NOT PROOFREAD!!!! Tell me if there r any mistakes!

“Baby.” You hear. You gasp awake and look around. It’s dark, mostly quiet, you can hear the wind blowing lightly and you can feel the cold air hit you as you sit up. You look around for the source, and the windows open. You’re at Eddie’s place, you remember falling asleep here, so you look beside you for Eddie. You look to your right and find Eddie sitting up and looking at you like he’s concerned. “What? What is it baby?” You ask Eddie. “You we’re having a nightmare baby.” He replies and sits up a little straighter. “Oh..” you say, and look down at your bare body. You and Eddie must’ve had fun last night after you got high. Eddie had stolen the whole blanket and the window was open so you were cold. “I’m cold” you say, bringing your thighs up to your chest and rubbing your arms with your palms. “Oh I got it baby-“ Eddie immediately got up and dropped the blanket on the bed. He was completely naked and it was just the sexiest thing. Your jaw dropped as he walked over to the window and closed it, turned around, and walked back over to you. You sat on your elbows and watched his every move. “Something wrong sweets?” He asked sweetly. He knew what he was doing. “Nothing- just come to bed.” You say, snapping out of the trance you had been forced into. Eddie climbed into bed with you and grabbed the blanket. He got as close to you as he could, covered himself with the blanket, lifted it up, and pulled you almost on top of him. He snuggled his face into your chest after kissing you. You both closed your eyes and drifted back to sleep.

You wake up to the sound of a belt buckle. You sit up and rub your eyes, then look around for Eddie. You spot him by his wooden dresser. He’s getting dressed. “Babyy?” You ask, voice quiet and raspy. Eddie looks over to you and smiles. “Finally your up sleepyhead.” Eddie speaks, brightly smiling at you. “What time is it?” You ask. “It’s 7:00” Eddie said, glancing at his watch. You get out of bed and walk over to Eddie, give him a kiss and your shirt rises up a bit. Eddie’s eyes go wide at the sight and when you walk away, his jaw hits the floor. You were wearing nothing but Eddie’s oversized shirt, and some underwear. Eddie scoffs as you turn around and blow him a kiss. As soon as your out of the room you start giggling. You left your clothes in the bathroom the night before, so you grab them, pee, and go back into Eddie’s room. When you walk in, Eddie is sitting on his bed leaned back on his hands. He was still shirtless and had his black ripped jeans and belt on, along with his belt chain. He shot you a look you had seen before, only when he was feeling… hot.

“Eddie?” You ask, shooting him a concerned look. “Y/n.” Eddie says, getting up off of the bed and walking over to you. “What’s that look for?” You ask, looking up at your boyfriend with eyes full of lust. “Don’t do that again.” Eddie’s eyes match yours, full of lust. You look up at him like you have no idea what he’s talking about and smirk to yourself. “What do you mean, Eddie?” Eddie senses your hesitation and immediately tackles you onto the bed and starts giving you little kisses all over your face. You giggle and look at him, and he looks down on you with that goofy smile plastered across his face, and with his guitar pick necklace hanging down. Your smiles start to fade, and the heat starts to build. Wanna guess what happens next?

I really hope y’all liked this!! I love ending it with a little heat or on the edge like that. I am not one of writing smut. Anyways, let your imaginations wander now. Let me know if you have any requests! ❤️

Sincerely, Mrs. Munson.

#eddie headcanons #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson my beloved #eddie fluff #joseph quinn #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn smut #eddie munson x female reader

[siderains]

can’t believe my favorite belmont made a cameo of course you have white hair and traumaaa we’re so back babyy

#castlevania nocturne

[psmbck]

hi hi hi, chapter 14 of OtOS is done :) just gotta edit and format in AO3 and we’re back on track babyy!!!!

#mystic messenger #mysme #mm #fanfic #707 #otos #this one was hard to get through bc it wasnt really plot heavy but it still had a lot of important character moments ya know #once again fluff is extremely hard to write when you are Sad