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wikiangela · 1 year

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stuck with each other

silly domestic fluff, kitchens, accidental love confessions ❤️

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Buck's new fixation is buying unnecessary kitchen gadgets that end up in Eddie's kitchen, they all cook together, and Eddie can't keep his feelings in check.

Eddie’s not sure how or when it starts. All he knows is that suddenly wherever he turns in his own kitchen, he finds plenty of new, weird, very unnecessary – in his opinion – gadgets and appliances, and their amount only continues to grow, and it’s all Buck’s fault.

Buck has been basically in charge of his kitchen for years now, especially before Eddie learned how to cook – he’s still nowhere near Buck’s skills, but recently they’ve been cooking together very often, too. But Eddie doesn’t think it was a thing before, Buck buying all those things and just leaving them at Eddie’s place, he’d notice. It’s a new phase, almost compulsive shopping but only for kitchen gadgets. It must’ve started recently, with the smaller things, but he just can’t pinpoint when or why Buck would even buy all this just to leave it in Eddie’s kitchen, in the beginning not even telling him. And now he’s less sneaky about it.

It always goes like this: Buck walks into the house, carrying bigger or smaller boxes, excitedly shouting: “Guys, I found something so cool!” He always has a bag of groceries with him, too, with things he’d need to demonstrate how whatever new cool gadget he bought works, and make dinner in the process.

Chris always gets super excited – Buck got him to love cooking lately – while Eddie’s just fondly exasperated, because, well, they’re slowly running out of space, and it’s not like all of that is constantly – or ever – used anyway. And he never takes it back to his loft.

Today, he brought some little device that apparently can slice any vegetable or fruit into cubes of whatever size you want, attached to a container. He presents it with various vegetables that he bought to make a salad, and a huge smile, and tells Chris it’s so easy and safe to use he can help Buck cut everything now.

“Whatever happened to a simple knife and board?” Eddie asks with a raised eyebrow, leaning against the counter, and watching his boys get overly excited about this surely overpriced and such an unnecessary gadget. But, well, as long as they have fun, right? Which doesn’t mean he won’t be a little grumpy and won’t tease Buck about it every chance he gets.

“But this is so much more convenient!” Buck exclaims, his eyes shining with excitement, and Eddie fights a smile that wants to force itself onto his face. He’s so adorable, it takes everything in Eddie not to just walk up and kiss him – but he can’t, unless he wants to risk it all, and he’s not quite there yet. “It has all kinds of blades and everything!”

“Is it, though? Are we even gonna ever use it?”

“Dad.” Christopher rolls his eyes. “Of course we will.”

“Really? I don’t think I used, I don’t know-” he tries to think of what they even have, and remembers the latest thing he never even used once. “The apple slicer. Or the avocado thing. I have a knife, that’s enough.” he says pointedly, and Buck just grins.

“You use the egg thing.” Christopher comments with a smug smile.

“Okay, that’s one.” Eddie laughs. Well, it’s a convenient thing to separate the yolk and whites – with his clumsiness in the kitchen, it’s the only way he doesn’t mess this up without eggshells falling in or yolk breaking. “But, for example, the salad spinner just takes up space in the cupboard.” At least that’s better than the pressure cooker that’s being moved around on the counter, because there’s quite literally no space for it anywhere, and Buck didn’t take it to his loft even after Eddie suggested it. He’s not sure how to take that, to be honest, because, well, Buck buys all of it, with his own money, and even he barely uses it once he gets bored – and yet he always leaves it all here. Eddie can’t even count how many peelers he has in a drawer, because apparently Buck always finds better ones, as if they all didn’t work exactly the same.

“Your dad just likes to make everything harder for himself.” Buck says to Chris, and Eddie scoffs and shakes his head. “Here, you wanna try?” he gives the thing to Chris, and Eddie’s immediately on full alert, ready to jump in at any moment. He knows his kid is growing up, and can do all the stuff, but he’ll never not worry. Buck whispers, “Watch your fingers,” and earns an annoyed look. Chris puts a piece of a cucumber on the blades and closes the lid, and it falls into the container in little cubes. “See?” Buck looks back at Eddie with a smug smile. “So quick and easy.”

“I think I’ll stick with a knife, thanks.” Eddie chuckles. He doesn’t mind it all, really. He’ll indulge any of Buck’s fixations, if it means he can watch him and Chris just have fun together.

“Does that mean I shouldn’t take out the scissors then?” Buck asks with a shit-eating grin. Eddie sighs heavily.

“What scissors?”

“It was the same brand and it was right next to each other on the shelf…” he says, as he takes the half-empty grocery bag he brought and pulls out a small box. “They’re herb scissors, and-”

“Buck, seriously?” Eddie can’t help a laugh. “This is so unnecessary. Where do you even find this stuff?”

“It’s not like I seek them out, I just saw those on a shelf at a supermarket.” he shrugs, blushing a little. “I admit, I might go a little overboard sometimes…” he ducks his head, his smile sheepish. “But this one can be useful! And we can get rid of some of the stuff.” he concedes at Eddie’s unwavering look.

“To make room for more.” Christopher adds, and Buck laughs.

“Well, I just saw a video of this really cool device-” Buck starts and goes on to tell them all about this new thing he wants to buy, getting Chris all excited, and Eddie exasperated, because he knows he won’t even try to really persuade Buck not to buy it, and not to leave it here, because it’s Buck new fixation and it makes him happy, and Eddie would do anything to make him happy.

Eddie just stands there, watching his boys keep slicing the vegetables and making a salad – Buck uses the salad spinner this time – while Buck still talks about a variety of ridiculous gadgets that are supposed to make cooking easier, but sound like a waste of money – and Eddie knows would pay for it out of his own pocket if Buck let him, just to see that smile. Just to keep seeing Buck with Chris like this, getting him involved, teaching him to cook, just like Bobby taught him, and even thinking about this comparison makes Eddie feel things he’s not sure he’s prepared for.

Eddie’s about to say that while they’re doing that, he’ll start on preparing their actual dinner. He wants to say that, or interject their conversation with all the teasing quips that gather at the tip of his tongue, joke about it some more, tell Buck he’s being ridiculous, anything like that – but when he opens his mouth what comes out is:

“I’m so in love with you.” in the most fond and tender tone he’s ever heard himself speak.

“What?”

Clearly, it takes them both by surprise, Eddie feels his eyes open so widely they might as well pop out of his head, and his heart is hammering so loudly, he almost can’t hear anything else. Buck drops whatever vegetable he was holding, and it hits the table and rolls onto the floor, as his eyes widen as well, his lips part in surprise.

“Uh.” is all Eddie can say, while he processes what even happened. He did not mean to say it like that, not now, not with his kid present. Speaking of, when Eddie looks at Chris, he finds the biggest smile on his face.

“So… I’ll go to my room.” he says happily, getting up from the table. “Tell me when you’re done so I can help with dinner.” he adds, and as he walks out, the kitchen is silent. Buck and Eddie look at each other and never break eye contact. Eddie’s not even sure he blinks, that's how surprised he still is.

“Uh, what- what did you just say?” Buck finally breaks the silence, and Eddie can’t decipher his expression. He’s clearly shocked, but there’s something else there, something he can’t name, or maybe can’t hope.

Eddie’s not panicking. Yes, his heart beats rapidly, and his fingers start tingling, he’s dizzy, and his breaths get a little shallow, but he’s not panicking, he’s fine. It's no big deal, it’s just Buck, whom he just accidentally told he’s in love with. He’s not freaking out at all. It’s just Buck, his best friend, and no matter what, this is never going to change. And there’s a chance, a very small chance, but it’s there, that maybe, just maybe, he might feel the same way. And if he doesn’t, well, they’ll survive. And it’s not like he can just back away now, he’s already said it. The only option is to double down and hope for the best.

“I- I said-” he takes a deep breath. Now or never. He swallows hard, his mouth suddenly very dry, and takes another deep breath. “I said I’m in love with you.”

“Oh.” Buck tilts his head, but that’s all the response Eddie gets, and maybe he is a little panicked. He just needs to know where they stand now. He cannot lose Buck.

“Aren’t you gonna say anything? It’s unusual for you to be this quiet.” Eddie tries to joke, tries to chuckle, but he can barely breathe, his head spinning.

“Sorry, I’m just-” Buck shakes his head, and Eddie thinks that a shy smile is spreading on his face. “I just wasn’t expecting this, and I’m processing.”

“Can you process before I have a panic attack? I’m kinda freaking out over here.” he admits, his voice unusually high, as he takes another calming breath, which does not help at all.

“Oh, Eddie. No, don’t- don’t worry, I-” he frowns, concerned, as he moves around the table to stand in front of Eddie. “I’m sorry, this is just very unexpected.” he chuckles, then tentatively puts both of his hands on the sides of Eddie’s neck, thumbs grazing his cheeks gently, and, yeah, Eddie’s heart is cartwheeling all around his chest. “This is not how I expected this to go. I- Eddie, I’m in love with you, too. I love you. So much.” his voice breaks a little, his eyes are shining with tears – happy tears – and so much love, and suddenly Eddie can’t breathe for a whole other reason, just overwhelmed by the emotion in Buck’s eyes. He must’ve been hiding it well, because there’s no way Eddie’s never noticed this look before.

“Buck.” Eddie’s hands settle on Buck’s wrists, where they’re close to his own face, holding on firmly, never wanting to let go. “If we’re really doing this, I need you to know that I’m one thousand percent in, no looking back.” he says, voice steady and decisive, despite still kind of shaking from the nerves and excitement.

“I want that more than anything.” Buck confesses, voice barely a whisper, a huge smile on his face, that Eddie’s sure he’s mirroring. “If you’ll have me.”

“Buck.” Eddie rolls his eyes fondly, and a laugh escapes him. “I think I made it clear that I will have you. And I’m never letting you go. You’re stuck with us, with me, forever.” he adds firmly, not able to contain a huge smile.

“I guess you’re stuck with me, too, then.” Buck says softly, his eyes flickering to Eddie’s lips, and back to his eyes. “You think you can handle that? I’m kind of a mess.” he laughs, but there’s some heaviness to his tone, and Eddie gets it, better than anyone ever would.

“And I’m not?” Eddie raises an eyebrow. “I want all of you, Buck, the mess included. We’re a team, aren’t we? We can handle our messes together.” he smiles, still feeling so nervous, his heart about to hammer through his chest, the atmosphere feels so heavy, because, well, they’re crossing a line they’ve been toeing for a long time now, and it’s scary – but also so exhilarating.

“Okay.” Buck whispers, his gaze dropping to Eddie’s lips again. “Can I kiss you now? I’ve been wanting to do that for years, and I don’t think I can wait longer.” he chuckles breathlessly, and Eddie leans in.

Buck meets him in the middle, and when their lips meet, all of Eddie’s nerves and panic melt away, replaced with a sense of calm, of being settled, grounded, finally where he’s supposed to be. Buck kisses him so softly and tenderly, holding him so carefully but firmly, Eddie just melts against him, his arms finding their place around Buck’s neck, bringing him closer, as close as possible. It’s unhurried, gentle, exploratory, just savoring this moment. It’s everything, too much and not enough, and Eddie wants more, he wants Buck to kiss him like this for the rest of his life, and he can’t wait to find out what other kinds of kisses from him will feel like.

Buck pulls away way too quickly, and Eddie chases after him, and Buck chuckles, and it sounds even sweeter than it normally does.

“We still need to cook dinner, Eddie.” he reminds, and oh, right, Eddie comes back to reality and remembers they were preparing a meal, and Buck was showing off the new gadget he bought, when Eddie’s brain malfunctioned, overwhelmed with the love and fondness he has for Buck, and made him say the words that just changed his life. This is just ridiculous. Which is why he can’t help but burst out laughing. “What’s funny?” Buck asks, frowning a bit, but still with a bright smile.

“I can’t believe this is why I told you I love you.” Eddie shakes his head, pointing to the counter, where the abandoned vegetable cutter sits among the mess of ingredients.

“See?” Buck’s smile turns smug. “And you complained about me buying too much of this stuff.” he laughs, then leans in to leave one more chaste kiss on Eddie’s lips. “I’ll be right back, I’ll go get Chris.”

Soon, it’s the three of them in the kitchen again, just like it’s supposed to be, preparing a family dinner together. Buck and Eddie can’t stop smiling and exchanging glances, while Christopher pretends to be annoyed and teases them about being gross and in love, but he can’t hide a happy grin, either.

Eddie’s still not sure why Buck’s wasting money on all that useless kitchen stuff, but he thinks he does know why they’re all in his kitchen – because it’s their kitchen in their house, where they belong together, as a family. Now he only needs to make it official.

He looks at his kid and his partner, in every sense of the word now, as they talk and laugh, and cook together, and his heart is so full. This is all he’ll ever need.

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#buddie #buddie fic #911 #911 fic #buddie fanfic #fluff #domestic fluff #accidental love confessions #buddie fluff #oneshot #my writing #wikiangela writes #eddie diaz #evan buckley #silly fluff

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mikauzoran · 2 years

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Adrienette accidental baby acquisition?

Thanks for the Ask! ^.^ Here's a snippet:

Alix stepped back into the portal and came out again an instant later carrying a baby who could only be a few months old.

“Special delivery,” Alix sang, handing the child over to a stunned Marinette. “The Stork Miraculous holder was busy, so…”

Seeing that her friend was panicking, Alix dropped the teasing. “…But in all seriousness, we need you to babysit this little guy for a week. It’s of the utmost importance.”

“Who is he?” Adrien inquired, stepping closer to Marinette to peer curiously at the cute bundle in her arms.

Alix tactfully dropped the first bombshell: “His name is Louis. He’s Future Chat Noir’s son.”

Adrien nearly fell over in shock as his legs threatened to give out on him.

His son.

He had a son. That was his baby—proof that he was going to one day be with someone who loved him enough to make the family he’d always craved into a reality with him.

There was hope. He had a future ahead of him with a little glimmer of promise that it would be happier than his past or present.

“If he’s Chat Noir’s son,” Marinette reasoned crankily, bitter about having her moment interrupted yet again. “why don’t you bring him to this timeline’s Chat Noir for him to take care of?”

With a sadistic smirk, Alix dropped bombshell number two: “Because you’re Louis’s mother.”

Marinette made a strangled noise as she looked frantically between the baby in her arms and the superhero seemingly wrecking Marinette’s five-year plan.

#Adrinette #Adrienette #Miraculous Ladybug #Adrien Agreste #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Louis Agreste #Alix Kubdel #Accidental Baby Acquisition #Fluff #Domestic Fluff #Future Kids #Ask #Ask Mikau #Mikau's WIP #Sneak Peek

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byierficrecs · 1 year

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❝ for better or worse (i want you) ❞ author: @anemori

link: archiveofourown.org/works/42865398

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steddilly · 2 years

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I thought I was going to write a playful little ficlet today about Steve and Eddie owning a kitten together, but somehow I've made myself sad by making it a little angsty by accident. Can I not just have a silly idea without making it serious? 🥲

#steddie #established steve harrington and eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #domestic fluff #accidental angst #a smidge of angst #it's brief #not brief enough apparently #I made myself sad #a kitten named ozzie #domestic steddie #plot twist #fanfic writer #fanfic writer's problems #writing a fic and making yourself sad #0/10 would not recommend

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thotforcsy · 2 years

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next page, next chapter

(♡) fandom: skz (♡) pairing: minho/chan (♡) rating: teen+ (♡) 16186 words (♡) complete (1/1)

Chan falls in love with Minho like he falls into fatherhood: unexpectedly and with a couple of bumps along the way.

But hey, he's trying his best. That has to count for something, right?

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#minchan #c: bang chan #c: lee minho #stray kids #skz #skz fic #s: minchan #pseud: flying_dream #jasmine's skz fics #ao3 link #best friends to lovers #accidental baby acquisition #domesticity #coparenting #fluff

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wangxianficrecs · 1 year

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Meng Yao vs. the Board of the Homeowner's Association by Ariaste

Meng Yao vs. the Board of the Homeowner's Association

by Ariaste

M, 119k, WIP, series, Xiyao & Wangxian

Summary: Two gremlins, their husbands, and the horrible HOA board. As long as nobody gets arrested for arson or murder, we're gonna call it a win.

Mojo's comments: Very funny modern au (all POV meng yao) wherein he and lan xichen are happily married and living in suburbia near a similarly happily married wangxian. Meng Yao only thrives when he can scheme, of course, and his shameless violence is aimed at protecting his hubby (whose tomatoes were violated by Horrible Susan of the HOA). Wwx is just happy to gremlin with his brother-in-law via late-night McDonald's warroom planning. Somehow, this turns them into accidental friends. Meanwhile, Lan family secrets start coming out ('secret' is a foreign concept to wei 'overshare' ying, heh) and it explains SO. MUCH. 9 works so far, series in progress. (9th work is 2/3.)

Excerpt: “Sometimes I just tell A-Yao things. They just fall out of my mouth.” Wei Wuxian spoons an alarming amount of marshmallows into his cocoa. “You understand, don’t you, dage? It’s just so easy to tell him things.” “I understand,” Huan-ge says. “I too tell him things often.” Meng Yao, sipping at the edge of the foam on his cocoa, pauses. There’s a… tone in Huan-ge’s voice. A setting-a-trap tone. “Yeah! Yeah, you get it.” “For example,” Huan-ge says smoothly, picking up the tray and straightening again, “after every time A-Yao and I make love, we shake hands and say, ‘Thank you for the orgasm, respected associate, it was satisfactory,’ and then I give his sexual performance a rating on a scale of one to ten.” Wei Wuxian freezes at the phrase ‘make love’. By the end of the sentence, his eye is twitching. Meng Yao keeps his face perfectly straight as Huan-ge walks out of the room with the tray tucked under his arm. “What’s the face for?” Meng Yao says, sipping cocoa. “Do you and Wangji not do that?” “Is this real life?” Wei Wuxian says, the paralysis melting away into distress. “Did this just happen? A-Yao, that wasn’t real, was it? He was just--fucking with me? Right??” “I beg your pardon? Have you ever known Xichen to be the sort to fuck with anyone?” Meng Yao takes another judgmental sip of cocoa. “I’ll thank you to not speak like that about my respected associate.”

humor, modern setting, modern no magic, meng yao & wei wuxian, jin guangyao & wei wuxian, pov jin guangyao, accidental therapy, accidental friendship, relationship development, hijinks & shenanigans, chicanery, fluff, domestic, family feels, adoption, bamf madam lan, bamf jin guangyao, gremlin wei wuxian, shameless wei wuxian, getting high, suburbia, feel good fic, @ariaste

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

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paceprompting · 2 months

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from an angel fallen and a man unrighteous

M | Complete | 33K | Castiel/Dean Winchester

Summary:

Having left the Winchesters behind, seemingly for good, Castiel resigned himself to a life alone on the run, with his grace slowly failing more each day. Becoming more human than angel. All he had left was his stubborn will and the love he felt for a man he could never have, with any duty or loyalty to Heaven long behind him.

He never thought it’d lead to a baby.

Much less a Nephilim, who’s parentage he needed desperately to keep secret.

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My contribution, alongside the amazing @jayjayverse aka Jay Vlaq, to the Dean/Cas Reverse Bang 2024! Make sure you check them out for lots more art!!

Check out this post for the art!

Little bit of accidental baby acquisition, little bit of getting together with a dash of jealous Dean...I'm quite happy with this one if I do say so myself.

#getting together #domestic fluff #kidfic #nephilim #not jack #destiel #destiel fic #dean/cas reverse bang #dcrb #dcrb 2024 #destiel fic rec #fic with art #accidental baby acquisition

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teddybeartoji · 3 months

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彡 BONER JOKES IN BOXERS

☆. contains: roomie!satoru gojo x gn!reader; fluff!!!!!, reader is wearing boxers and a tank top and glasses, they're stupid wc: 1k

when roomie!gojo drags himself into your shared kitchen, he doesn't expect the sight before him – you, warming yourself in the morning sunlight while making coffee in your boxers and in your little tank top. you've just washed your face – a few water droplets are dribbling down your neck; your glasses sit lazily on the tip of your nose, threathening to slip off any second now.

he stands by the door, just staring at you. taking you in. feeling his presence you turn to look at him and his heart does a little cartwheel in his chest – you still look so sleepy, so cuddly, so cute. he watches your eyebrow quirk up, your mouth move but he doesn't hear a thing you say. he watches your lips curve up into a teasing smile and his own do the same on their own accord.

"....ello? earth to satoru? earth to dumbass?" your voice is finally breaking through his little hazy dream. "you're not about to pop a boner, are you?"

...

this brings him out of it, very conscious of the fact that if you keep talking to him like this – he will do just that. "no..."

your head falls back as you laugh raspily, throat still scratchy from sleep. "then what is it? gonna tell me i can't wear boxers while all you do is frolick around the apartment in yours? that's really hypocritical of you, satoru." you tut, turning on the coffee machine. it makes a loud noise before the room is filled with the comforting aroma.

satoru has to tear his eyes from you, finally stepping in the kitchen, on the lookout for his own mug only to see you motioning toward it on the cupboard. next to the coffee machine, next to your own mug.

you lean your hip against the counter, folding your arms over your chest. the teasing smile stays on your lips. "what, no answer? no quip back? baby, are you feeling alright?"

baby.

"or is the blood really already rushing down, leaving you all stupid up in there?"

...

satoru's head falls against the upper cupboard with a thud!, his eyes screw themselves shut and his nose scrunches adorably but he can't hide the smile spreading on his lips. "fuck off..."

he nudges you gently with his elbow, listening you laugh at him. the machine clicks, letting you know that your daily dose of caffeine is ready. you grab your mug, loving the warmth against your palm and immediately reach for satoru's mug, placing it under the machine and pressing the button without a thought. it comes naturally.

his one eye cracks open, observing you as you take your first sip of the day, memorizing the little mmm that slips from between your lips as you do so. you push your glasses up your nose and you stare back at him.

he looks good. the sun warms him, the light bouncing off his pale skin and his muscles. you try to not get too distracted but it's hard. even after months of living with him, his physique makes you ogle over him every time. you can't help it, you can literally see the results of him hitting the gym almost every day and you just want to run your fingers all over him. to praise him for all his hard wor--

"are you the one popping a boner now?"

...

there's a sly smirk dancing on his lips and you wanna hit him. kiss him. no, wait, definitely hit him. not the other thing. no way. he's stupid. but he looks so pretty right now- before your thoughts start eating you alive you decide to slap his shoulder anyway, making him laugh and hold onto his arm.

"eat shit. i was just taking in the fact that we're wearing the same outfit."

his eyes glance down at his own attire before looking over yours and you're right – you're both wearing basic black boxers and a grey tank top. his eyes shine in the golden sunlight. "well, aren't we cute, hm?"

"super cute." you grin. the eye-contact is making you a bit delirious, his smile almost making you go blind but you wouldn't have it any other way. the machine clicks but neither of you pay it any mind. it's warm; you feel warm and so does your heart.

you're the first to break the moment by suddenly pretending to hit him in the balls. he immediately folds over, bumping into you and making you spill some of your coffee on the floor. your laughter echoes through the entire apartment and your cheeks hurt.

grabbing both mugs, you place them on the small kitchen table before sitting down. satoru raises his head from his position and his cheeks hurt. he can barely fake his pout, the laughter bubbling up.

"what is wrong with you?" he pushes himself up, keeping his eyes on you. god, he feels so warm and when you look at him with that devious little expression he feels like he's gonna faint.

"oh, c'mon, i gotta keep you on your toes. clean that up, will you? you did that." the tone of your voice is actually making him dizzy now, maybe he's dying. not even a second passes before he's kneeling down with a napkin in his hand while you stare down at him fondly.

when he stands, he catches your eyes on him. "did you just look at my ass?"

eyes bulging out, you stutter out a laugh, hands flying up to your face to hide the pink tint there. "no."

"liar." he tuts at you before rolling his eyes. "can't even live in peace in my own home without being sexualized."

your mouth falls slack, the audacity washing over you. satoru throws away his napkin and joins you at the table.

"first of all – you stare at my ass all the time, i think it's only fair i get to stare at yours—" you can't finish your lecture because he bumps in.

"wait, you know i stare at your ass?" he looks genuinely surprised, it pulls another laugh from you. he places his elbows on the table and rests his big head on his palms. cute.

"i do now. secondly – it's our home. don't ever disrespect me like that ever again." reaching over to him you flick his forehead, leaving him gasping for air dramatically.

nevertheless, there might as well be hearts in his eyes. he watches you sit back down and fold yourself into a fucked up sitting position. you push your glasses up your nose and take another sip of your coffee. you're warm. your smile is warm. he wants to hug you—

"now drink your coffee, dumbass. it'll get cold and i'm not making you another one."

he grins.

+ you can find more of roomie!gojo here!

++ hi stupid @staryukis

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noearchives · 3 months

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things that you do that make his heart skip a beat!

characters: portgas d. ace, sabo, trafalgar d. water law, sanji.

note: you ever get that feeling when your heart feels like it fell out of your ribcage when the person you like does Something . yeah

cw/ tags: gender neutral reader, short drabbles, fluff ^_^

portgas d. ace

when you say "i love you" out loud.

- it's simple, yet it makes his heart stop every time you say it. many people throw around those three words like it meant nothing at all, but to him, it weighs heavier than the entire world.

- when you say it out loud to his face, he immediately beams brighter than the sun.

- he'll never get tired of how those three words roll of your tongue-- it's a reminder of how you love him and him only, out of everyone else on this planet.

- even if the whole world's against him, you still chose him.

- "say it again," he says, the glint in his eyes like a puppy's.

- when you do, he lets out a chuckle and wraps you in his arms, squishing the air out of your lungs as his cheeks turn warm.

- "oh, i love you. iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou," he mumbles into your neck.

sabo

when your fingers accidentally brush against his.

- god, it makes him feel so stupid because you've been together for a while now, and it's silly to get so flustered over something so minor. what is he, 12?

- but whenever the two of you reach for the same pen at the same time and your fingers overlap his during the process, the way you giggle as you say "whoops, sorry about that" makes his poor little heart flutter.

- the effects only double if it happens when the both of you are on a mission together with the rest of the revolutionaries.

- he's supposed to be professional and serious, but when your hand brushes against his when you walk side-by-side, he feels like he has to drop everything he's doing to kiss you silly.

- oh, darling, how can you do something so scandalous as such in front of your fellow coworkers...

- he fights against every fibre of his being to not hold your hand right then and there. it's like torture to him!

trafalgar d. water law

when you bandage his wounds.

- most of the time, even when he says he's alright and he can handle it on his own, you insist on helping him bandage his wounds and take care of him until he's healed.

- he was forced to mature too early when he was a wee child, and he's been taking care of himself ever since-- there's no time nor place for him to be gently cared for.

- so when your mind is focused on nothing but his wounds, delicate fingers wrapping him up as if every movement is calculated to make it hurt the least, his heart melts right there in his ribcage.

- "sorry- did i press too hard?" the look of worry in your eyes is so adorable. he might just pretend that it actually hurt so he can see the knot between your brows tighten more as you apologise frantically.

- not to mention the way you unintentionally stick the tip of your tongue out as you focus on taking care of him is so goddamn adorable. he would tease you with a kiss if not for the fractures in his bones.

- your cool fingertips on his skin makes his entire body tingle. thank god he doesn't have a monitor showing how fast his heart is beating right now.

sanji

when you hug him from behind his back.

- his favourite love language is definitely physical touch...

- when you catch him off guard when he's busy cooking for the crew, he feels like he just ascended to heaven.

- the way your arms rest so perfectly around his waist, the way your face is buried in his back, the way that you smile at him when he turns his head around...

- it just feels so domestic! it's like everything he's fantasized about when he was younger, with him cooking on a casual friday afternoon, with the love of his life behind him saying something like "mmm, love, that smells so good..."

- this is all he's ever wanted. him doing his favourite thing (cooking), with his favourite person (you), in his favourite place (the thousand sunny).

- it makes him think of a future with you in it.

- he bites his tongue to hold himself back from saying "let's get married right now."

#one piece x reader #law x reader #portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #sanji x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #sabo x reader #revolutionary sabo #one piece fluff

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ornateorchid · 4 months

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poly!141 x reader but when they come home from a mission, you're unable to take off work the following day :(

a/n: yes, this is a repost. i accidentally deleted it instead of making it private so i could fix something.

cw: domestic fluff, gn!reader, gaz and soap are clingy but in a cute way

they often get home at night, so it's not unusual for you to take off the following day. but this time was different.

whether it be a work party or an upcoming project, you were unable to take the day off. you knew your boys would be upset, but you were sure they would understand. they were excited to spend time with their lover after they came home from the grueling mission, so they were understandably dissapointed when they found out. but you weren't going to risk losing your job or an upcoming promotion, and they knew that.

so that is how you found yourself in the bathroom at 7 in the morning, brushing your teeth while your four companions are sleeping in the alaskan king-sized bed. they have no problem staying asleep despite the sound of running water as you get ready for the day. you were lucky that your alarm didn't wake any of them, or so you thought. moments after you finish rinsing your mouth out, kyle shuffles his way into the bathroom and stands in front of the toilet, where he shucks his pants down to relieve himself.

"kyle," you groan, "there's another bathroom, y'know?"

" 'm aware," he grumbles. "this one was just closer. and you're in here," he says as he finishes up his business and makes his way over to where you're standing in front of the sink. he rests his chin on your shoulder and snakes his arms around your side to wash his hands. he takes his time scrubbing his palms together, making sure the soap is all over his hands and between his fingers, before turning the water off. he reaches over to grab the hand towel, but he doesn't leave after he hangs it back up. instead, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses soft and light kisses against your neck.

"don't want you to go," he mutters. "stay in bed and cuddle."

"kyle, i have to," you tell him as you turn around in his arms and lean against the countertop. he leans forward, pressing his body against yours, and rests his head in the crook of your neck. "now go back to bed, or you're going to be grouchy," you insist.

he inhales your scent and gives you one last squeeze before reluctantly following your orders and making his way back towards the bedroom. you finish up in the bathroom before heading to the bedroom to change out of your pajamas. you notice that john and simon are no longer in bed, and kyle and johnny are cuddled up against each other. you grab your phone to take a quick picture of your boys before changing. once you're dressed and ready to go, you place a kiss against each of their cheeks.

the scent of eggs, coffee, and tea fills your nose as you exit the bedroom. you hear quiet chatter coming from the kitchen, which is where you are headed. you walk in to find john at the stove with simon behind him, his arms wrapped around the other man's waist, much like kyle's when you were in the bathroom. you smile at the two before moving towards the island, where there's a plate of bacon, eggs, and a mug filled with tea. simon is the first one to notice your presence.

"good morning, love," he greets. john turns around in his arms and flashes you a tired smile.

"morning," he mumbles.

"morning guys, what are you both doing up?" you ask as you take a sip from the mug sitting on the island.

"simon woke up when kyle left the bed and asked if i wanted some breakfast," john answers. "i was already awake so there was no point in saying no. plus, you and the boys deserve some breakfast as well."

"well, thank you," you say. the three of you continue to make small talk until john and simon finish cooking. johnny and kyle make their way into the kitchen not long after.

"thought i told you to go back to bed," you tell kyle, to which he rolls his eyes.

"johnny was the one who wanted to get up, and that bed is lonely when there's nobody else in it," he replies. you hum and nod before being crushed by johnny in a bear hug.

"missed you this morning, didn't even get a proper kiss!" he whines. you giggle and give him a quick peck on the lips before rubbing his back.

"didn't want to wake you," you justify, and he tsks.

"that's the whole point of a good morning kiss," he states. the five of you chat while finishing your breakfast and washing dishes, and the next thing you know, it's time for you to head out.

"have a good day at work, love," simon says as he places a kiss against your forehead. you give him a sweet smile and nod.

"yeah, we'll miss you," johnny says with a pout.

"it's only 8 hours, don't worry," you assure him, and he huffs.

"you're gonna have to make it up to us later," he replies, and you chuckle.

"and you're going to have to make it up to me for being gone for almost a month," you say before giving him a peck on the lips. you make your way around the room and kiss everyone before grabbing your bag and keys and heading out. they all watch out the window like sad puppies as you get in your car and wave goodbye.

they totally didn't mope around all day until you got home.

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mikauzoran · 2 years

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Adrienette Accidental Baby Acquisition: Chapter Nine

Read it on AO3: Adrienette Accidental Baby Acquisition: Chapter Nine

Summary:

“Who is he?” Adrien inquired, stepping closer to Marinette to peer curiously at the cute bundle in her arms.

Alix tactfully dropped the first bombshell: “His name is Louis. He’s Future Chat Noir’s son.”

Adrien nearly fell over in shock as his legs threatened to give out on him.

With a sadistic smirk, Alix dropped bombshell number two: “Because you’re Louis’s mother.”

Marinette made a strangled noise as she looked frantically between the baby in her arms and the superhero seemingly wrecking Marinette’s five-year plan.

Marinette’s love confession is interrupted when Alix brings Marinette and Chat Noir’s son from the future for Adrien and Marinette to babysit for a week.

Pairing: Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: T

“I’m going to be so spoiled on your cooking by the end of the week,” Marinette sighed between bites of omelet. “It’s going to suck having to go back to mostly fending for myself.”

“You could always move in with me,” Adrien chuckled facetiously, half hoping she’d actually agree.

She glared at him across the counter. “Don’t tempt me. I’m a weak-willed mortal.”

“We could be platonic roommates,” he suggested, holding his breath.

She rolled her eyes. “No, we couldn’t. And close proximity to you is bad for my heart. You wreck me. Besides, Chat Noir would be upset.”

Adrien put his hands up in surrender. “It was just an idea.”

Marinette sighed and went back to eating.

A minute or two later, she spoke up again. “You can hang out up here with Loulou if you want, but you’re also welcome to come downstairs with the rest of us. If you want the company, I mean. But you don’t have to.”

“…Would it be okay if I helped you guys out?” Adrien asked tentatively.

Marinette blinked. “You really don’t have to. Don’t feel obligated just because you’re here. I didn’t drag you over here with me to work.”

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mingtinys · 1 month

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what dating seventeen feels like

pairing : seventeen x gn!reader

headcanons , fluff , misc

warnings : none

word count : 1.1 k

requested ? no

a/n: just a small collection of the things i love in life that i associate with seventeen

choi seungcheol

falling asleep on the couch and waking up in bed. chocolate-covered strawberries. the kind of love found in romcoms. expensive dinner dates and champagne.

cologne that lingers on your clothes and bed sheets. tight, bone-crushing, hugs. his hand almost always under the hem of your shirt, skin to skin (it grounds him). him letting you win when you play wrestle. cute aggression victim.

having a rock to hold on to amidst a raging current.

yoon jeonghan

diving under a crashing wave to find calm, gentle, water. rollercoasters with big drops. feathers. lavender fields. leaving the theater and realizing night has fallen.

always saying the same thing at the same time (it scares seokmin). naps on the couch. sending each other pictures of weird-looking animals with the caption "you" or "us." partners in crime. braiding his hair.

having not only a boyfriend but a best friend in jeonghan.

joshua hong

warm blankets, fresh from the dryer. pancakes and orange juice in the morning. raw honey. the scent of freshly baked bread. scented candles and wax melts.

lives up to the gentleman title. opens doors, bides by the sidewalk rule, lends you his jacket, etc. acts! of! service!! fighting over who pays the bill (he's actually ambushed your waiter to pay before you can even see the check). domestic, mundane, slice-of-life type of love.

a honeymoon phase that never ends.

wen junhui

walking down empty streets without a care in the world. morning cartoons. clingy cats. ice cream for dinner. frozen pizza with red wine. airport liminal space hours.

taking pictures of sunsets to send to each other. doodling on his hand. staying up until 3am accidentally. back hugs galore. resting his chin atop your head. him getting as close as possible when showing him something on your phone (i'm talking cheek smooshed up against yours). sleepy jun asking for kisses every morning.

living life in the moment because you know the future can wait for you two.

kwon soonyoung

energetic snow days. sledding, snowball fights, building snowmen. energy drinks and all-nighters. watermelon sugar. summer bonfires. the ambiance of muffled music through club bathrooms.

zoo dates. always wins you the biggest prizes at carnivals. his favorite place to nap is your lap. sweaty post-dance practice hugs. he gets pouty if you start a tv show without him. baking brownies at 3am. talks about you non-stop to anyone who will (or won't) listen.

excitement that isn't momentary or overwhelming. excitement that makes life meaningful.

jeon wonwoo

tulips blooming in the spring. waxing gibbous moons. amethyst. resting after a long, busy day. the scent of old, yellowed books. rhythmic clicking of a keyboard. warm, smooth, riverbank stones.

re-adjusting his glasses for him after every kiss. let's you design his character's outfits in video games. tells you about the book he's reading like it's gossip. he's always taking candid photos of you. quiet mornings. elderly couples who see you two are reminded of how they fell in love.

defining love not by how much it's said, but by how it's felt.

lee jihoon

thunderstorms that lull you to sleep. shiny, red guitars coming to life with smooth melodies. the crackle of a fire. rosemary. empty highways at night. lightning that strikes twice.

morning coffee dates at home. napping on his studio sofa while he works. quality! time! absolutely spoils you every chance he gets. pretends to act all cool when you catch him staring. writing songs for you. his hand routinely finds your knee when he's anxious. he prefers intimate and private acts of affection to the alternative.

cherishing all the little things that make your relationship important.

lee seokmin

wishing on dandelions. blue skies. morning dew on grass. golden hour. that burning sensation you get in your lungs when laughing too hard. iced lattes.

always asking permission to kiss you. so, so attentive. falling asleep on facetime. pillow forts. lots, and lots, and lots of nose kisses. him never wanting to leave you in the morning. "five more minutes" type of guy. his favorite feeling in the world is making you laugh.

finally knowing what it means to love someone so much you'd give the world for them.

kim mingyu

sleeping by a window with the sun warming your skin. hearing your favorite song on the radio. silky white sheets. first date jitters. first love. receiving a bouquet of roses.

admires you so, so, much. talks about you 24/7, much to his members' annoyance. (jk, they love you, they just like to tease him about it). literally a sponge the way he starts picking up your habits and slang. he's physically incapable of rejecting your puppy-dog eyes. likes to lay sprawled out on top of you. he'll often seek you out if he needs a little extra support.

the feeling that comes with knowing you've found "the one."

xu minghao

the autumn leaves changing. winter constellations. a solar eclipse. the quiet of a house before everyone wakes. those cozy granny-square blankets. white wine. laughing at scary movies.

wine and painting nights. him always making two cups of tea. art museum dates. swaying together to music in the kitchen. him secretly being a sucker for your doting. has your mannerisms memorized and prides himself on it. somehow always knows what to say when you're feeling down.

growing, learning, and experiencing life alongside each other.

boo seungkwan

warm, summer air. mystery flavored lollipops that somehow taste like every flavor all at once. rosy red cheeks.

teasing each other and inside jokes. nicknames like loser, stupid-head, idiot etc. (affectionate). hours long gossip sessions. kisses that taste of coffee and tangerine chapstick. stars in his eyes whenever you're doing literally anything. having his undivided attention.

resident happy pill and mood-maker seungkwan knowing he can let his mask fall around you without judgement.

hansol vernon chwe

watching city lights blur past in the passenger seat of a car at night. cereal at 1am. falling asleep while watching tv. poorly handmade, yet meaningful gifts. assorted candies. buying road trip snacks.

communicating with a single look. ice cream dates in the middle of winter. speaking purely in movie and tiktok references. late-night conversations that take a weird turn. (you've once debated if aliens would like pineapple on pizza). pretending not to notice how shy he gets when initiating physical affection.

loving the strange, bad, and hidden parts of each other as much as the good.

lee chan

the comforting buzz and motion of a subway at night. toothy smiles. watching reruns of your favorite childhood show. surprise parties. the first snow of the new year. concert lights.

driving at 2am, singing at the top of your lungs. random dance parties in the living room. getting noise complaints and giggling about it. pillow fights and board games, competitive, yet both trying to let the other win cause it'll make them happy. asking him to open jars. him getting exceptionally giddy to open said jars. (you're completely capable, but know he likes to feel needed).

making each other's inner child feel safe.

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wttcsms · 5 months

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when you know, you know, atsumu miya ;

pairing atsumu miya x f!reader word count 1k synopsis atsumu considers marriage to be a trap, until he realizes that even a lifetime commitment to you isn't long enough content contains fluff, talks of marriage!!!! he's a softie

It starts off like this: nobody sees Atsumu Miya getting married — not now, not ever, not in the foreseeable future, nor in any of the millions of alternate and parallel universes that may or may not exist.

You’re just not the type of person we see settling down.

Yeah, that might be true, but it still stings a little. It stings when he sees the white picket fences, and the cars with the MY KID’S AN HONOR STUDENT bumper stickers. It stings when he happens to accidentally catch a rerun of those family-centered sitcoms; the ones where they argue during the day and make up at night, with some cliche moral to the over dramatic situations that have occurred onscreen fifteen minutes ago. It stings when he watches his teammates get engaged and he has to congratulate them — he’s genuinely happy for them, don’t get him wrong — but still…

It doesn’t matter. Atsumu Miya has long since held the firm belief that he’s just not the type of person the whole “fall in love, get married, have a family, cue the domesticity cuteness overload” schtick is meant for. Besides, it’s not like it’s something he’s spent years obsessing over (maybe months, at most).

He rationalizes his bachelor status (that’s been a part of him for so long that it’s getting to become somewhat of a red flag for potential girlfriends) as him being the only one left with his priorities straight. After all, he doesn't have to worry about things like parent-teacher conferences or crayon drawings on the wall or trying to buy flowers to make sure the wife isn’t too mad when he comes home late.

After all, he tells everyone, settling down is still settling.

And Atsumu Miya, under no circumstances, ever settles.

Which is an ideal he clings to with such a tight grip, if it were flesh and blood, it would be suffocating. He doesn’t, he decides after a while, believe in marriage.

(That is to say: he doesn’t believe that it’s possible for him.

It’s not what he says explicitly, but it’s what he truly means.)

So, when he tells you this on your second date, you’re a little stunned, but you’re quick to recover. Okay… So that’s the explanation you’ve been waiting for. The reason why this six feet two inches tall professional athlete with a bank account he generously withdraws money from has been single for so long is because he doesn’t believe in marriage.

Other than that, he’s been nothing but great. Near perfect. So, all you do is nod and continue on with the original topic of the conversation. Eventually, your budding romance blooms into something much bigger than either of you ever anticipated or saw coming, and while you yourself have never mentioned the M-word after that date, it’s all Atsumu can think about right now.

Marriage.

The concept of it looms over your relationship; a perpetual gray cloud that threatens to flood this perfect little relationship and have it all go down the drain. You never brought it up after he basically told you he would never marry anyone, and he never brought it up purely because — well — he’s a bit of a coward.

He’s the type of person who’s set on his own convictions, by the way. If his balls ever drop, and he decides to Man Up, he figures he’ll start the conversation just like that. His stubbornness is nothing new to you, but him figuring out that he might be wrong makes his stomach feel funny. It’s sick and twisted.

“Hey, what do you want for dinner tonight? I’m at the store right now, and I’m in the mood to cook.” He can picture it clearly: you, standing in one of the grocery store aisles, phone balanced in between your ear and shoulder as you compare the ingredients of the name brand and generic cereal.

He’s in the locker room, about to pack up his gym bag (that you’ll complain reeks) and head back to his apartment (that’s starting to feel a lot more like yours, with the way your skincare products dominate the bathroom counter), and it hits him so suddenly, he has to sit back down on the bench.

Atsumu Miya thinks that marriage isn’t for him, and as a defense mechanism, he decides that marriage sucks anyway. But through the tinny speakers of his phone, he can hear you toss something in the shopping cart. He hears the faint crying of a toddler in the background, and then he starts to think about what it would be like to walk around the store with a baby that takes after you. Right now, you’re already sleeping in the same bed with him at least four times out of the week, but it would be perfect, he thinks, to get the privilege to wake up to you every morning.

“Atsumu?” You try to get his attention, and Atsumu tries to ignore the warm and fuzzy feeling he gets when he considers a future with you. Settling down is still settling, he tells himself, and then he thinks of the way you looked when you caught the bouquet at a friend’s wedding. The pleased smile on your face, the triumphant way you held the flowers over your head, head thrown back in glee; you looked absolutely radiant. You caught his eye, and you quickly lowered your hands, giving him a sheepish grin.

He realizes now that if anyone is settling, it’s you. You don’t know that he notices the way you tear up at weddings, or how excited you sound when you get back from dress shopping with one of your friends. You want to get married, and the only thing stopping you is him.

He’s spent ages deluding himself into thinking that he’s somehow losing if he decides to trap himself into a marriage with someone, but no one can accuse him of settling when it’s you he’s marrying. You’re the prize. You’re the only person in the world he wants to give his last name and an obnoxiously big ring to.

“Make whatever you want, baby. I’ll eat anything.” He’s checking the locations for the nearest jewelers in his immediate vicinity. “I might be a little late, though. I have to check on something.”

#atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya x you #atsumu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #drabble #one shot #fluff #hq imagines #atsumu fluff

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wandasaura · 3 months

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TWO PEOPLE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER

summary — in an attempt to get wanda’s attention, you end up warming the strap you hoped she’d fuck you with.

warning(s) — established relationship, married wandanat, dom/sub dynamics, strap-on usage, mommy kink, brief daddy kink, cockwarming, holding/accidental wetting, degradation, praise, aftercare, oral fixation, subspace, humiliation, ¿nursing?, idk you suck on wanda’s tits, domestic fluff, men/minors dni

authors note — if you’re familiar with the song peace, i thought the lyrics from the second verse fit this little moment so perfectly! mommy wanda lovers this one is for you, it was heavily requested so nobody look at me! there’s also some soft daddy nat for those that wanted to see more of her

you are in love universe

♥️⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰💌꒱ ♡ ･ mommy maximoff ✧

You should have learned a long time ago that acting out with Wanda never ended the way you wanted it to. Natasha was easy to get what you wanted out of, a few bats of your eyelashes and a whispered cry of Daddy had her backtracking in seconds, but Wanda was unforgiving and found pride in that fact. You’d gained your footing in this new dynamic rather easily, and on some days, the three of you worked so perfectly together that it felt like you’d been a couple for your entire life, not merely a few weeks. Wanda and Natasha had fallen into a healthy balance of being your girlfriends and being your dominants. There were days that passed without an ounce of tension, but other days feel like a battlefield. You still weren’t sure how to ask for what you needed from them, which is how you found yourself in the position you’re in now. With summer still lingering through the streets of Westview, you slept between warm bodies every night. There was no indication of what mood you woke up in when daylight painted the sky, but Natasha and Wanda had learned to wait for your not-so-subtle tells. When your eyes peeled open, it was easiest to gauge what side of you they were dealing with. When you wanted to spend the day, or at least a couple hours of your morning, as just their girlfriend, they gave you that without hesitance. Wanda giggled with you in the kitchen and Natasha tackled you onto the couch demanding cuddles, and it always felt easy and real. Other days, when you weren’t so willing to harbor full control of your life, you woke up clinging to your Daddy. It was always Natasha you sought out first thing in the morning, but Wanda can’t complain when she’s the one being smothered throughout the night. They were happy to be whoever you wanted them to be, but they’d slowly been working you up to asking for yourself.

This morning was one of those days where Wanda decided that if you wanted something from her, you needed to ask and not just with your actions, but with your words. Natasha had gone into the office to oversee a development in a new high-profile case, leaving you to follow the Sokovian around the house like a little lost duckling. Where Wanda went you went, simple as that, well, unless of course she managed to close the door before you could get behind it. That had led to a series of whines and angrily stomped feet, but even then she hadn’t budged then. She hadn’t budged until you had wandered into her office with your hands clasped behind your back. She’d gone to ask what you needed, attempted to give you yet another chance to tell her that you needed your Mommy, but you’d dropped an all black strap-on into her lap and pouted at her with needy eyes before she could get the words out. When she’d pulled her linen shorts down her thighs and attached the harness around her hips, you’d thought you had won. When she told you to get into her lap and take the strap down to the hilt, you were sure that you had won.

In case it wasn’t clear, you hadn’t won. It had been an hour since she’d asked you to come settle onto her lap and take the strap into your dripping pussy. You’d complied easily, sank down on the toy without her help, and had started grinded your hips against hers in a manner that forced the base to rock against her core perfectly. That pleasure hadn’t lasted long, barely three minutes, and just as your hips had found a comfortable pace, Wanda placed a bruising grip on your hips and completely stilled your movements. Her lips had been wet when they kissed at the side of her neck, and a pleased hum reached your ears as she used a single slender finger to point your chin toward the ceiling. The full expanse of your neck had been both visible and biteable in that moment, and it hadn’t taken any convincing for her teeth to settle firmly into your skin. You found it laughable that at the start of your contract with Natasha, you’d likened her to a vampire, but Wanda was truly the vampire in your relationship. She possessed an incessant need to dig her teeth into any part of you that she could touch, and you allowed her to eagerly. She’d cooed at your whine when it tumbled from your lips, but there hadn’t been an ounce of sympathy in her face when she asked you, “What do you do to get what you want?”

“Ask.” You had responded with bated breath, your eyes murky with lust that had been ignored for hours. If Natasha were here she’d have already fucked you raw, but Wanda wasn’t afraid of the long game. She’d never been shy about making you work for what you wanted, and even months into your dynamic with her, not as a couple but as a dominant and her submissive, it never failed to fluster you. Wanda was softer when you shared intimate moments outside of your dynamic. She still never let you top, but she was more lenient in giving in. Her being so firm with you had only cemented in your mind that she knew what you wanted, and the entire day leading up to you warming her strap had been merely a game to her.

“Mmhm.” She had hummed haphazardly in response, and her hands had still been settled roughly on your hips but her eyes had left yours to trail over the documents that splayed across her desk in messy highlighted piles. You hadn’t had the slightest clue as to what she was really doing, but the rare sight of her so disorganized had felt serious. “And since you didn’t use your words, what happens?”

You had whined and shook your head in a pleading protest, not wanting to lose your voice when you knew exactly what you wanted. Wanda hadn’t folded at your soft whine, she’d done the exact opposite. The tips of her fingers had pulled your hips down harder against the toy buried deep within your weeping walls, and the head of the dildo had nudged against your softest spot and made your torso fall slack against her chest. “Y-You decide what happens.” You’d finally forced the words into the space between your bodies, and it was rewarded with a sharp thrust of her hips that drove the strap-on further into your pussy.

“That’s right. What should I decide, hm? I think I’d like to have my pretty little girl warm my strap for a while. What do you think about that idea?” She hadn’t really been asking you. You would’ve been condemned to the same fate even if you’d said no, but you found yourself nodding your head at her question despite how horrible it sounded to sit with your aching cunt filled with pleasure it couldn’t fully claim. “Good girl. Now settle down, Mommy has work to do that little girls shouldn't even be in here to see.” She had guided your head down onto her shoulder, forcing you into near complete darkness before her hands left your hips and returned to the stacks of important documents on her desk.

You’d tried to remain still, knowing it was what she wanted and she’d have to reward your good behavior at some point, but as the minutes ticked by slower and slower not only did your core demand attention, your bladder demanded relief. The wiggling of your hips hadn’t been reprimanded when the movements started. Wanda had only hummed and shifted beneath you, easing the strap-on into a new position that did nothing for your desperate need to pee. She’d been keeping good on her promise of getting you to drink more water, and you couldn’t help but wonder if this was the exact predicament she had wanted you in when she forced you to finish an entire glass in the kitchen. Surely it wasn’t. Surely she didn’t want you squirming on her lap from sensations that weren’t caused by her, that wouldn’t make any sense.

When your wiggling became more frantic and you couldn’t decide whether you wanted to moan out in ecstasy or sob in frustration, Wanda sighed and dropped her pen onto the stack of papers that she’d very nearly gotten through completely. Your full and sensitive bladder made the strap-on drenched with arousal feel so much better. Every time Wanda inhaled too deeply or exhaled too sharply, you felt every grove of the cock rub against your walls. The sensation was sharp, fleeting, but embarrassingly addicting and you found yourself trying to replicate little actions that provoked it. Wanda wasn’t as unaware of your intentions as you’d hoped, and when you wiggled a bit too harshly in her lap, finally being rewarded with the quick burst of pleasure, her fingers found your hips again and stilled them just as quickly as she did the first time.

“Keep still.” She sighed her demand, keeping her tone unbothered which only further provoked your desperation. It was always particularly hot when she acted as though your body writhing against hers had no effect on her. Despite leaving her pen to sit abandoned on the desk, you hadn’t felt her eyes burn into your skin throughout the entire exchange. Your face was still pressed into her neck, hiding in the darkness that you hoped would make this situation less humiliating.

When you finally had the courage to look up at her, unable to keep yourself still any longer, you cupped her cheeks and directed her attention onto you. “I have to go to the bathroom.” You whispered softly, beyond humiliated with the reluctant admission. Your face turned a flush shade of pink that Wanda thought complemented your eyes perfectly, and you knew you had her full attention when her pupils dilated just the farthest bit more. There was hardly any green left in her stare, but you clung to what little color remained.

“What was that, little one? Mommy couldn’t hear you.” Wanda pouted her lips, her eyes filled with innocent confusion that wasn’t at all authentic. She’d heard you perfectly clear, you were too close to her face for the words to have fallen short before they met her ears, but she wasn’t letting go of your hips without a further explanation and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold yourself together for.

“I have to pee.” You said just the faintest bit louder, hoping your pleading eyes would be enough to convey the desperation you felt within your weeping core and taut bladder. You felt so incredibly full, and every time you took a breath that feeling only intensified.

“Oh, well you can hold it just a little bit longer I’m sure. Mommy’s almost done.” Wanda smiled a sweet sympathetic smile, the grip on your hips slowly becoming softer as she let the pads of her thumb soothe the aching skin with tight soft circles you wished would land somewhere else.

“I can’t.” You pleaded with her to understand just how badly you had to go, you’d already been holding it for so long trying to make her proud. Wanda frowned at your plea, her cherry tinted lips the only thing you could focus on.

“Well that’s too bad, milaya.” She said simply, shrugging her shoulders in a nonchalant manner that made your walls clench and your clit throb. “Try harder for Mommy, I’m sure you can do it.” She conceded when your frown didn’t waver, and ever so softly she pecked your lips before things went back to how they were before you’d interrupted her. Your head was guided back down onto her shoulder, and her hands went back to work shuffling through documents that you could only assume she was annotating.

Another half hour had passed before you couldn’t hold yourself together anymore. You’d lasted longer than you’d anticipated with her full you felt, but the end was in sight as the muscles in your belly fought vicious wars to keep your dignity. You were so close to the edge that even Wanda’s gentle breathing felt like pin pricks against your spine. As your need to relieve yourself grew more intense, so did the coil in your belly that seemed to find fuel in your desperation. A soft cry tumbled past your lips before the dam broke and the coil snapped. You dampened her lap with more than just arousal, and the wet feeling that spread across hers and your thighs only made you cry harder. Moans tumbled past your lips when your cries fell short, and it became a desperate attempt to both seek harder pressure against your clit and get completely away from the wetness that was quickly becoming cold against yours and her naked skin.

“Oh baby, did you have an accident?” Wanda cooed sympathetically, not even having to look down at your glazed over eyes to know what headspace you’d tumbled into. Your cries weren’t one of pain, nor were they really ones of frustration either. You weeped with humiliation and the desperate need to finally be spoken to. She’d been merely answering you all day, no ounce of elaboration in the short sentences shared. You needed your Mommy, and Wanda wasn’t going to deny you that any longer when you’d been so good for her. Granted, the accident hadn’t been a part of her plan. She’d only intended to make you hold yourself, but she couldn’t deny that it was hot, though a little uncomfortable to be sitting in a cold and wet chair. Despite wanting to get away from the mess, Wanda remained in her chair and devoted her attention to you. In truth, she’d finished her paperwork twenty minutes ago, she’d just been waiting for you to finally break. “Why didn’t you tell Mommy you needed to go potty, silly girl?”

The words weren’t fully registering in your head, every noise felt miles away and muffled by thick cotton on your ears. If you’d been in a sounder mind, you would have snapped your gaze up to her so quickly that your neck would’ve broken, but that never came. You’d warned her as well as you could that if she didn’t let you up this would happen, but she had taken her chances and the outcome had been exactly what you’d expected. Wanda hummed soothingly when you burrowed your face into her shoulder and your mouth went to work on the little bits of skin that were available beside the collar of her t-shirt. The cock still in your pussy was the farthest thing from your mind, but when Wanda shifted you into her arms so she could finally stand and move away from your accident, you whined at the sensation of your full cunt being empty for the first time in hours.

“Shh, it’s okay, malen’kaya. You’re okay.” Even in Natasha’s absence the Sokovian spoke Russian. She had no real connection to her native language that had died when her brother did, and whatever she said to you in this moment would fall upon deaf ears anyway. It didn’t matter what language she let fall past her lips, all that you could comprehend in this state was that your Mommy’s arms were wrapped tightly around you and she was so cruelly pulling something away the only thing that had been with you for hours. “We’re gonna get you all cleaned up. Just be patient with Mommy.” Leaving her office chair to be handled at a different time, she honestly might just order a new one, having no intense attachment to the black swivel chair that’s only purpose was to sit on, Wanda carried you back into the master bedroom.

She made quick work of undressing you, soothing your whines of protest when the cold air ambushed your flush and warm skin. Your shorts and panties had been discarded on the floor of her office, so all she had to strip you out of was one of Natasha’s old t-shirts that you had found in the back of the closet and adamantly adored. You reached for her throughout the entire process, a far away look in your eyes as you barely even registered her face coming so close to yours that her breath splayed across your lips. She kissed you softly, capturing your full attention as you returned the embrace, all the while her hands were pulling the piss soaked strap-on off of her hips and away from her core that throbbed to be dealt with, but she could handle the unsatisfied ache. Unlike you, Wanda was particularly fond of edging, the only problem that came with her interest was she never relinquished control for long enough to ever have it be done to her.

You huffed when she pulled away from your lips in favor of throwing her t-shirt onto the floor with the already existing pile of your own clothes. She left you laying alone in the center of the bed, making a mental note to throw the comforter in the washer before any of you tried to sleep beneath them later on, and walked into the en-suite bathroom. She drew a nice bath, taking the extra minutes to add your favorite bath bomb into the warm water and light the few candles that remained around the edge of the tub. Bubbles were a must, you demanded them every time either of the redheads even suggested taking a bath, so while the water was still running Wanda added them to the tub as well. You didn’t like a hot bath, a fact that you had been sure to tell Natasha when she’d first tried to lower you into an aftercare session with one, so Wanda figured she had plenty of time to go back and collect you while the water cooled down some more. She could already see the bath bomb coloring the water pink as she left, and she knew both yours and her skin would smell like strawberries and vanilla once you crawled out and dried off.

You had come back to yourself the faintest bit when Wanda re-entered the bedroom. You’d curled up onto your side, your head resting on one of your arms as you let your eyes remain closed. At the sound of her gentle footsteps, wide eyes still glassy shot open and searched for her. Unlike the state you’d been in when she left to run the bath, you were able to recognize her presence now and you made that very clear. “Mommy!” You cried, a fresh set of tears brimming your eyes as you reached a single hand out to her. Wanda kneeled down in front of the bed, gently taking your hand in hers and kissing it softly.

The hand that wasn’t occupied reach out to brush strands of fallen hair away from your face, and as expected, when she ran the pad of her thumb over your bottom lip, your tongue shot out to lick at it before soft lips claimed it entirely. Wanda smiled fondly, her other fingers gently stroking against your cheek. “Privet, moya milaya devochka.”

You were still too far gone to comprehend the Russian sentence that you had become familiar with, but that didn’t bother Wanda who hadn’t been expecting a response in the first place. You were falling out of your head fairly quickly, and she worried that your humiliation was the leading factor in your unwillingness to let the fog linger fully.

“Left.” You croaked pitifully around the soft weight of her thumb in your mouth, your wide eyes desperate for her to understand the message you were trying to convey and not let it happen again.

“I didn’t leave.” Wanda shook her head firmly, placing another kiss to the top of your hand that curled around hers tightly, unwilling to let go for even a single second. You were always clingy when she got you in this state, and she adored every second of it. “Mommy ran us a bath. We’ve gotta get cleaned up.” She promised you, and at the mention of one of your favorite activities, your torso shot up from the bed and her hand fell away from your face. You wobbled in your disoriented and fuzzy state, leaning into her touch when she reached out to stabilize you. “Come on, sweetheart. There are bubbles waiting for you!”

Wanda helped you into the bathroom, easing herself into the tub before she helped you over the edge and into her arms. You didn’t go for her fingers like she’d anticipated, merely wiggling your way down in her embrace until your head fell onto the swell of her breast. Not wanting to question you when you were so sensitive, Wanda merely dragged her hand across the inside of your thigh as you sat sideways in her lap, transfixed on the sharp edge of her jaw that clenched when you got too far into her head. She’d have to remember to thank Natasha for pushing to get the bigger tub when they’d remodeled the bathroom years ago, it was certainly coming in handy now. Your body was washed with tender touches, the loofa used a light blue color and saturated in Wanda’s own body wash. She didn’t know why you continued to buy your own, when the only one who ended up using it was her after you’d taken the last of hers.

It was a comfortable silence that fell over the both of you as the bath water slowly became colder and colder, and with each minute that passed in combination with Wanda’s gentle stroking of your hip or your cheeks, you fell firmly beneath the blanket of fuzzy emptiness that you’d been fighting off before. You felt so loved and so cared for, there wasn’t a single thought in your mind beside her. The humiliation of your accident had waned away, replaced by only flourishing warmth.

Eventually, your lips began to root around for something to suckle on. Wanda’s fingers hadn’t moved to your mouth quick enough, and your tongue sought out the first soft thing that it could find. A gasp fell from Wanda’s lips when you took her sensitive nipple into your mouth, a sharp sensation shooting through her body that was in no way sexual. She’d always had her speculations about this kind of contact, but now that she had it for herself to experience, she understood. She had all of your mind in her hands at this moment, but you had all of her body. It was a delicate balance that further emphasized how your relationship could only thrive if all parties were equal and respected. Wanda trailed a soft finger over the bridge of your nose, her own scrunching up in admiration.

“Find something you like, little one?” She teased, but there was no bite behind her words as she gently adjusted your latch to be more comfortable for the both of you. The bath water was officially cold, no longer able to be passed off as warm, but Wanda would allow you to sit in it just this once. She was always such a stickler for crawling out of the tub when the water went cold, but even she didn’t want to leave the intimacy of this moment as your eyes fluttered closed and your tongue made gentle sweeps across her nipple. “You did so good for me. So so good. Mommy’s so proud of you. My good girl.” She whispered delicate praise into the otherwise quiet bathroom, her eyes appreciating how the dim candle light made your glassy eyes glow like a fire had been placed behind them.

She could faintly hear the front door open downstairs and she smiled knowing that Natasha had finally made it home. It wasn’t often that the Russian went into the office alone, but today had worked out weirdly and Wanda wouldn’t trade it for anything. Natasha had noticed how quiet the house was upon entering, and she tried her best not to disturb the stillness that you and Wanda had created. She took the stairs one at a time, peeking into Wanda’s office when she noticed the door was oddly ajar. Wanda either had the door firmly closed or entirely open, it was never left in the half-opened state it was now. Two pairs of shorts and the puddle on the floor told her everything she needed to know about what had happened while she was away at work. Anticipating your blissed out headspace and Wanda’s full hands, Natasha cleaned the scene, still dressed in business slacks and an off-white satin blouse. The chair had been scrubbed and sanitized, and the floor had been given the same treatment in only a matter of minutes. There was no need to buy a new chair now, and memories of this afternoon would linger in the room anytime either one of you set your sight on it.

Natasha carried yours and Wanda’s shorts back into the bedroom. She picked up the pile of clothes that had been left on the floor, adding them to the laundry basket they kept hidden away in the closet before her own clothes were thrown on top. She dressed quickly, able to hear the one-sided conversation that was happening on the other side of the wall.

“Daddy’s home.” Wanda cooed sweetly to you, her eyes filled with gentle love and admiration that felt so full she wanted to cry. You barely heard her words, and if you did, you didn’t fully comprehend them, but she didn’t expect you to. “She’ll be so proud of how good you were for Mommy. The best little duckling.”

Natasha had decided then to make her presence known, two big and cozy towels in her hands. The initial sight of you and Wanda together had shocked her, her eyes transfixed on where her wife’s nipple was in your mouth, but she didn’t make it a big deal. Lowering herself onto the tile floor beside the tub, placing the towels just out of what she deemed the splash zone, the Russian reached out gently to caress your still flush cheeks.

“How did this happen?” Natasha questioned Wanda, keeping her voice soft so as to not disturb you when you looked so content and fulfilled. The scent of strawberry and vanilla clung to the air in the bathroom, enough for Natasha to know that one of your favorite bath bombs had been thrown into the tub.

“She’s down deep.” Wanda merely hummed, leaning over the edge of the tub to lay her lips against Natasha’s. “It was the first thing she found when she decided she needed something in her mouth.” Wanda laughed softly, the vibrations jostling her breasts much to your displeasure. Your hand fell onto the swell of her breast, keeping it still as you suckled contently despite the near interruption.

“I can’t say I blame her.” Natasha teasingly pinched at Wanda’s nipple, not missing the way the Sokovian’s eyes fluttered closed and she chased the sensation when it was pulled away. Wanda had sensitive nipples, it was a known fact that Natasha loved to abuse, but something about this moment with you just felt entirely pure and wholesome. “Let me be the bad guy and get her out. You’re freezing.” Natasha frowned when she noticed just how cold to the touch Wanda’s skin was. She grabbed at you instantly, noticing that the sections of your skin that had been submerged in the water were just as cold as Wanda’s.

You whined in protest when you were pulled away from Wanda’s chest and wrapped up like a little bug in the towel that Natasha had brought into the bathroom for you. Natasha didn’t bat an eye at your pitiful whimpering, carrying out of the bathroom and toward the guest bedroom when she gathered the hint that the comforter needed to be washed before any of you laid beneath it that night. It was scary how in tune she and Wanda could be at times, but you weren’t fully present enough to comment on their freaky telepathy.

Natasha got you dressed into a pair of summer pajamas that still occupied the guest room from when you’d first started spending the night. Your clothes occupied nearly every room at this point, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She adored the little traces of your presence that popped up at random moments, which might be the reason why she no longer scolds you for leaving your shoes in every corner of the house despite the large collection at the front door. By the time you're beneath the blankets in the guest bed, Wanda’s coming into the room in a pair of pajama shorts, though she’s still void of a shirt.

“Giving in so easily, moya lyubov’? And here I thought you were the strict one.” Natasha teased, knowing fully what Wanda had intended on when she purposefully left the matching top in the drawer where the shorts used to lay.

“I introduced her to a lot today. I’m not going to try and get her to take my fingers when I know that’s not what she wants.” Wanda merely shrugged, allowing her soft heart to bleed into her words for the briefest minute before she was slipping back into the headspace you craved. “Come here, my little duckling. Let’s get you all comfy.” Wanda pulled your body into hers, guiding your lips down to her chest. Her nipple was sensitive, sore from the earlier abuse, but she didn’t mind the sting of pain that came when your lips wrapped firmly around her skin. “You did so good today, milaya. So good.”

Natasha curled herself around Wanda, keeping you close between the both of them. It wasn’t long before your lips fell slack around Wanda’s nipple and your breathing evened out. Wanda and Natasha smiled down at you endearingly, deciding there was no harm in taking a little nap after the day that they'd had.

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