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Winter Soup // Mafia!Stucky x F!Reader

Summary: There was no better feeling than a bowl of hot soup when you're feeling unwell and, what's even better is when it's delivered to your door every day by your new guard. It tasted amazing and you could always trust everyone in the Mafia... right?

Requested by: @senjoritanana thank you so much, I hope you enjoy all the angst!

A/N: PSA I don't know the specifics of how poisons work and didn't want to risk it on my google history lmao so please ignore any inaccuracies. Please read the tags if you're affected by near death experiences, please proceed with caution and if I've missed any tags/warnings, please let me know!

Warnings/Tags: 18+ readers only, hints of smut, angst (LOTS BUCKLE UP), fluff, polyamory relationship, poisoning, blood and injury, anxiety, crying, begging, near death expierences, reader is injured, pain, emotional hurt/comfort, hospitalization, protective Steve Bucky and Sam, everyone needs a hug tbh

Words: 7.7k

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The warmer months were slowly starting to shift into winter and for some reason this year, the weather change was beginning to affect your health. You’d heard of the phrase ‘seasonal depression’ but you were convinced that it was due to the cooler weather that was making you feel this rubbish.

It had been happening for a week now, and some days you’d feel fine, normal in fact but then others your chest felt so tight as if an elephant was sitting on top of you, nausea, vertigo and heart palpations that would have you clutching your chest with fear you might explode. With each passing day, you would be praying for the summer months to return, especially as the snow and ice increased with intensity outside of your home.

You were fine for the most part, good days and bad; yes you might be getting worse with each passing day but you were adamant that the seasonal illness would pass. However, the frosty weather was also a minor blessing because it was your excuse to stay home and be a pretty housewife for Steve and Bucky. Being able to stay home made it easier to keep the illness to yourself as well, it was a busy time within the Rogers mafia and you didn’t need them wasting their time fretting over your wellness when they had a lot of other things to do. They had many international deals that were so close to being signed for and contracted that every waking hour was spent at the office, on phone calls, and emails, trying to talk to locals across the world to attend meetings on their behalf so the boys were thoroughly busy.

There were a few occasions you’d attended with them to the office if you were feeling particularly needy or lonely but it unnerved you to drive on the snow and ice so when you suggested that you might stay at home, Steve and Bucky offered no complaints.

At home at least you were able to mop about, trying to perk yourself up with movies, pyjamas and your favourite bowl of warm soup. Over the last few months, you’d been trying to improve your cooking skills, especially to impress Steve who usually cooked for three of you. This became more interesting as the colder months drew in over Brooklyn as this meant you could cook more homely, hearty foods such as soups and stews, especially as you had recipe suggestions from the newly hired grounds guard Rafael.

He’d been recommended by a friend of a friend for Steve to hire which was perfect timing because the last grounds guard had retired. There were a few occasions when he was the guard to bring the post to the front door from the front gate and you soon found he was enthusiastic and easy to talk to, even though he was a little bit older, which was how you found out he had previously been a chef and offered to give you recipe ideas. As winter drew in, Rafael began turning up when he knew you were by yourself to deliver some of his momma’s family recipe soups, hoping that the meal would perk you up which it did, they tasted so delicious that you were secretly hoping he would keep bringing them to you, especially as you continued to feel unwell.

“What is it today?”, you asked voice full of hope and trying to sound as upbeat as possible. Even though you were desperately holding onto the door handle as your head was spinning and scared you’d fall over.

“Potato and leek soup and they’re all grown in my back yard so hopefully you’ll love it even more than usual”, Rafael smiled as he handed over the container, his smile broad and causing the aged creases at the corner of his eyes to deepen.

Gleefully you accepted the soup, opening the lid slightly to smell the delicious meal, your stomach grumbling with hunger. Your appetite had reduced significantly over the last few days due to always feeling nauseous however it seemed the only thing that you could stomach was his delicious meals and therefore his arrival was always welcomed.

“Thank you so much! Please will you let me pay you this time? You’re being way too kind to me, always giving me free meals, you’re going above and beyond a usual guard”, you pleaded whilst also having to return holding onto the door handle as it felt like the ground was moving with your dizziness.

Rafael held up his hands and shook his head, taking a step back, “Absolutely not! Just wanted to give you something to make you feel better and make the fairies go away”.

The guard halted, a look of embarrassment passing out his features as he realised what he just said, especially as you asked, “Fairies?”

He awkwardly looked down at his shoes, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to explain, “Yeah it’s just something my momma use to say. If we were feeling unwell, it’s because the fairies had crept into our stomachs and were being naughty and making us ill and now I’ve said it out loud to another person I’ve realised how insane that sounds so I’m going to stop talking”.

You squeezed your lips together to try and contain your laughter but that lasted a moment before you were both laughing which only turned into you losing your balance against the door and swaying to keep yourself upright. The laughter died in Rafael’s eyes as he reached out to you, “Woah, you ok, Ma’am?”

Quickly brushing him off, you took a step back into your home, trying to ask nonchalantly about the situation, “Yeah sorry, probably just the fairies pushing me over”. Your joke didn’t seem to comfort him in any way as he continued to look uneased by your appearance.

Thankfully Rafael didn’t push the situation any further, seeing that you wanted to escape back into the comfort of your home, he took his step back with a simple smile. “Get back inside before you catch another cold from this snow. Eat the soup whilst it’s still warm and I’ll be back tomorrow to hear the verdict on the taste.”

“Thank you Rafael! Enjoy the rest of your day!”. You waved him off and rushed to slam the door, sliding down to the floor against the wood, losing all energy that you’d built that morning just for that one conversation. Ok yes, you were feeling sorry for yourself as you tried to catch your breath, heart pounding violently in your chest that it also echoed in your ears and your vision was still seeing double of everything.

However your stomach continued to gurgle with hunger so without wasting any more energy, you opened the lid and ate the entire contents then and there. Releasing a satisfied sigh at the delicious meal, you took another couple of minutes to gather your senses before dragging yourself over to the living room, collapsing onto your back on the couch and letting sleep take you into a dreamless realm.

A violent shake of your shoulders by a hard grip on your shoulder was what startled you awake as Sam’s voice then surrounded you as he shouted, “Hey! Wake up!”.

“I think this is the first time I’ve ever been close to hating you Sam Wilson”, you croaked before coughs shattered your chest, rocking your body as you tried to sit up and suck in any air between the painful coughs. Finally, you calmed down enough to collapse back against the decorative cushions of the couch and open your eyes to look at the three Sam’s that hovered over you. After a couple more blinks, they merged into one, very distressed-looking bodyguard, eyebrows knitted together and jaw muscle clenched harshly.

Sam reached towards your face, pressing against your cheek in concern, “Why didn’t you tell me you were ill?”

“What? I’m not ill, I’m just tired, can’t a girl nap around here?” you questioned with a raised eyebrow, trying to look as relaxed as possible.

The man didn’t look convinced as he sat on the edge of the couch next to you. Releasing a heavy sigh which only twinged something in your chest that made you want to cough but you refrained from doing so as you emphasised, “Sam seriously, I’m fine”.

Sam gave you another serious glance, eyes hardening as he explained, “You didn’t sound fine, you were wheezing so hard in your sleep I thought you were going to stop breathing”.

There was no denying the panic that filled your heart and would explain the tightened feeling in your chest but you tried to not let the fear show on your face as you rolled your eyes, reaching for his hand and squeezing it.

“I appreciate your concern Sam, but I feel ok, I’m just tired, I was probably just sleeping in a weird position and look, no wheeze now!” Taking a deep breath to show there was no more noise coming from your chest, however, it didn’t seem to comfort him in any way.

“Yeah well you’re still looking peaky and why are you so tired all the time recently, you’re never usually like this”.

“It’s probably just the cold weather or something. If I start to feel unwell, you know I’d tell you. I’m a big baby when I’m ill, you’ll be the first to know”. Sam looked to be contemplating believing you and all you were silently begging for was that he didn’t call Steve and Bucky, they just didn’t need this stress right now. Even though it was in his contract to call them at any sign of injury or illness but as Sam looked at you, other than looking tired, you seemed to be fine and still joking with him. Finally, he gave you a simple nod and you couldn't hold back the thankful sigh. “Do you mind if I go back to sleep for a little while longer or do you need me for anything?”

“You’ve been sleeping a lot recently”, he stated his earlier point again.

“What, so I’m not allowed to nap now?” you teased him with a subtle smile, hoping to crack his worried exterior. It only half worked as he shook his head to himself, standing up and pulling the fluffy blanket that had been left behind you on the couch and throwing it over your body. Before you could even thank him though, sleep had stolen you back into its resting state.

Sleeping for a few more hours, Sam was nowhere to be seen but he usually liked to check the perimeter ever so often and speak to the other guards so you weren’t worried about his whereabouts. As you shuffled to the kitchen, you couldn’t tell if you felt any worse or better after all the sleeping, haven’t wasted another day feeling sorry for yourself, you tried to snap out of it by glancing through the refrigerator and cupboards and deciding to ssurpriseSteve and Bucky with a romantic meal.

The house was soon filled with delicious scents of sweet and savoury as you’d baked and were in the process of cooking their dinner. You were in your own little world and had only stumbled a handful of times with dizziness and the headache that was building was currently mild in comparison to others you had, it was fine you determined to yourself

Still lost in your own thoughts, you hadn’t even heard the front door open as you were suddenly enveloped by a muscular chest and arms, a smile aching your cheeks as you nuzzled back into Steve’s body. His lips danced over your cheek and down your neck as he held you close, the roughness of his beard comforting. “I didn’t hear you come in”, you commented, turning your head slightly to chase after his lips, sighing deeply in your chest as he held you tighter for a second, hands dipping beneath your shirt at your waist so that he could feel the warmth of your skin.

“I did shout”, he revealed whilst moving back to neck, not to kiss but just to smell you in, his body almost melting into the floor as he felt at home with the familiar scents. “I’ve missed you”, he whispered against your skin.

Goosebumps instantly flooded over your body as you shivered, turning in his arms to hug him properly, your fingers scratching through his hair that was beginning to curl at the ends where he’d allowed it to grow out over the winter months. “I’ve missed you too”, you whispered against his lips, lazily kissing and breathing each other in.

“Come with us tomorrow, I want you to be near me”, he admits with words that were making you cling to him harder.

You wanted to say yes and the word was on the tip of your tongue but then your thoughts drifted to the soup coming. “I’ve got a delivery coming that I can’t miss, I’m sorry”.

“The guards can get the delivery”, he counters.

“It’s fresh soup I want it whilst it’s hot”, an embarrassed smile finds its way to your lips as he leans his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as he just enjoyed the moment of the two of you being together.

“Soup? But we could order that to the office if you wanted it, you know that’s no issue”.

You pout dramatically, hanging off his neck as you whisper with a childish tone, “But it won’t be the soup that I’ve ordered and want”.

Steve rolls his eyes but you know he's being playful, he could never find a reason to be upset with you. Rolling back his shoulders, he stands back to his full height, opening his eyes to cup your cheek with his massive hand but this was when he took you in and a frown dawned on his face just like it had on Sam’s. “Are you feeling ok?” The hand on your cheek moved towards your forehead, expecting to feel a temperature but it felt normal.

“I feel great”, you say with as much cheer in your tone as possible, still holding onto his neck but mostly because another wave of dizziness had rushed through you and you needed some support to stay standing.

Steve didn’t seem convinced, “You just … look a little off”.

You playfully rolled your eyes, similar to how he had just done, “Wow thanks Steve”.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that”.

“I know, I’m joking, I’m fine - really, it's nothing to worry about”. He eyes you and doesn’t fall for your grin so you tried your next trick up your sleeve. Leaning on your tip toes whilst pulling his face closer, you whispered against his lips, “I love you, Stevie”.

The tension momentarily eased from his shoulders as his grip around you tightened, “I love you too”.

“Sorry to interrupt your love fest but I want my own loving”, Bucky broadly announced from the entrance of the kitchen where he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, a twinkle of mischief in his blue eyes however as you pulled back from Steve and he could finally see your face, the happiness seeped from his face. “Woah, what happened? Are you ok?”

You gave a frustrated huff, finally releasing Steve’s neck as you pointed in the direction of the decorated table. “Right, both of you go and sit down before I decide you don’t deserve any food for being mean”.

Steve shuffled away first as you continued to cook the food, Bucky looking ashamed as he came over and kissed your cheek but before he could pull away, you quickly captured his lips in a kiss to show you’d been playing before and weren’t upset.

“Why are there only two plates on the table?” Steve questioned as he took a seat.

Without looking over your shoulder at him, you casually answered, “I’ve already had mine, I wasn’t sure when you were both going to be home and I didn’t want to wait”. They both seemed to accept your lie and you happily sat with them as they ate, asking about how the deals were going. They both seemed to be agreed that they were sure to have contracts signed tomorrow and had even been able to pay off some of the international police so that shipping of the goods could occur. In truth, after the soup, you were not feeling at all remotely hungry and even the smell of the cooked food had turned your stomach over.

A couple of hours later, the three of you were preparing for bed. Steve is in the middle and you are to his right and Bucky is to his left. You and the mafia boss had been kissing deeply for a couple of minutes, his hands beneath your shirt, brushing against your breasts, rough fingertips peaking your nipples as you ground down on his thigh. You were soaked and he could feel the evidence of it as you weren’t wearing any underwear but the longer the touches and kisses went on for, the more you were feeling unwell.

As his teeth tugged on your bottom lip and he began to trail open-mouthed kisses over your jaw and down your throat, you noticed Bucky was doing the same thing but to Steve’s neck from behind. However, there were two Bucky’s instead of one as your vision swayed and it felt as if you were on a water bed with how unsteady you felt. The headache was close to a full-blown migraine as well now which only continued to make you feel nauseous so even though there was nothing more you wanted than to continue where this intimacy was leading but, for once, you had to stop it.

“Wait, just- just one moment”, you pushed against Steve's shoulders at the same time. The blonde's hold on you loosened as he moved his face back to look into your eyes but you’d closed them, trying to hide your face from him and Bucky who had also sat up further to check on you. “I just- sorry I’m tired and I… I’m not sure- sorry.. I don’t think-”.

Steve’s fingers tipped your chin up to look at him as he smiled softly down at you, “If you don’t want to do anything, we don’t have to. If you’re tired then I’ll just hold you close, ok? Please don’t apologise for not wanting any of this”.

You relaxed in his arms, feeling grateful for him but also bad that you could feel how aroused he was against your stomach. “Thank you. I’m just feeling so tired today. Please don’t let me stop you both, continue without me, I just want to go to sleep”.

“You don’t have to give us reasons why you don’t want to do it, baby, we’ll do whatever you want to do. Me and Buck don’t have to fuck if you want to be held, I don’t want you thinking we’re neglecting you”.

Affection and love warmed your heart as you kissed Steve’s lips and then reached over his shoulder to kiss Bucky. “I love you both but seriously please continue, I like watching you both anyway so that’ll satisfy me enough if I’m not asleep by that point anyway”.

They both gave their love back to you with praises and pecks to your face before rolling away from you and beginning their exploration of each other's bodies. You watched with a smile on your face for a couple of moments and your core ached with need but as a burst of pain pounded through your temple, your eyes shut automatically to help ease the pain and from there, they never opened again as sleep took you soon after.

The next morning, your migraine had gone but your entire body felt weak and drained of any energy. Steve and Bucky took one look at you and determined that they’d be working from home, wishing to remain near you but they still needed the comfort of their home office upstairs whereas you remained downstairs, pretending to watch TV.

Somehow, you had continued to hide your seasonal illness, they just thought you still looked peaky. Today was the worst you’d felt so far, even having to use the wall as support whilst walking around the home, silently coughing into cushions so that the boys wouldn’t hear upstairs and this only increased the sharp pain shooting through your chest.

At lunchtime, Sam came over to visit and found you at the table in the kitchen, head lying against the table top as you dipped in and out of sleep. You were too tired to even pretend to joke and thankfully for once he didn’t pester you with being unwell, especially knowing Steve and Bucky were home, he assumed they had seen how bad you were so he just sat next to you at the table, easing his hand under your head so you had some comfort against the hard surface.

Soon after, Rafael knocked on the front door with your soup delivery. Usually h,e would stay at the door, never coming into your home but Sam insisted that he come out of the cold and deliver the soup to you in person.

“Yay!” you croaked, reaching out for the warm container, seeing the soup within and seeing that it was a deep red colour today, possibly tomato.

“I didn’t know you cooked, Rafael”, Sam noted, taking his seat next to yours once more as the new guard stayed standing at the head of the table. Other than Natasha, Sam was the lead of the security and guards and technically Rafael’s boss.

“Oh yeah, he used to be a chef”, you explained to Sam, whilst opening the lid of the container, smelling the delicious food and confirming your theory that it was tomato soup.

“Chef? I didn’t know you worked as a chef”, Sam remarked with a frown, eyeing Rafael with confusion as he’d been the one to complete the job interview and didn’t remember seeing chef on his CV.

Rafael casually shrugged his shoulders, looking somewhat tense at the questioning but still forced a smile to his face to please his boss. “I didn’t think it was relevant to the job, to be honest”.

“We’ll have to get you on the bbq when the weather perks up, maybe that’ll stop the arguments between Steve and Bucky”, Sam mused over the thought.

You tried to chuckle but the exhaustion had you slumping against the table as you mumbled, “I feel like shit”.

Sam tensed next to you, “Maybe we should call a doctor. You know, I’m surprised Steve and Bucky aren’t down here right now looking after you, do they even know how bad you’re feeling today?”

“Wait, they’re both here?” Rafael asked Sam but he ignored him, his focus solely on you.

Once again you’re too tired to think of an answer and shrug your shoulders, turning your head to look up at Rafael, “I think the fairies like me too much”.

“Fairies?”, Sam questions thinking that you’d become delirious.

You smile genuinely to Sam, reaching to tap his shoulder, “Inside joke Sam, keep up”.

There was no further discussion of fairies as more hacking coughs ripped through you. It took a couple of moments and Sam rushed to get you a glass of water before you slumped back against the table in exhaustion.

“Why don’t you have the soup and then see how you’re feeling later? Maybe the rest is all you need”, Rafael suggested, filling the silence with his voice.

You couldn’t see it but Sam gave his employee a scathing look, “Rest is all she’s been doing. I’m calling the doc and then I’m going upstairs to tell Steve and Bucky”.

“Aren’t they busy?” Rafael continued to question Sam. “I’ve heard they’ve got that deal coming up from Italy and France, they might appreciate it if you wait a little bit before calling Doctors”.

Sam’s voice was quiet and stern but you were too tired to notice. “That’s not common knowledge, how do you know that?”.

Massaging your temples with the pounding thuds that hadn’t stopped since your coughing fit, you decided that Rafael was right, usually sleep made you feel better. Reaching for the soup one more, you opened the container as you addressed your bodyguard, “he’s right Sam. I just need today for all the work stuff to be over and then I’ll call the doctor. The boys don’t need any distractions, especially today, one more day isn’t going to kill me”.

Sam didn’t look happy as you began to idly sip on the thick, delicious soup. As you thanked Rafael for the meal, Sam finally looked back to him, his frown deep and unmoving as he asked, “Don’t you have work to do?”

Rafael’s spine straightened, “Oh yeah, right. Sorry, sir” and with that, he left to return to work.

“You don’t have to be so bossy you know, he’s just trying to help”, you tried to reason with Sam.

However, your friend ignored you and moved to hold your hand to pull your attention away from the meal and towards him. “I’m giving you until the evening, wait no- if you get any worse before the evening, I am calling the Doc, no arguments, understand?”

“Yes sir”, you say with a little salute.

Finishing your soup, your boyfriends finally came downstairs and you attempted to straighten your posture and plaster a fake smile on your face. Bucky paused in the entryway, sniffing the air and asking, “What’s that smell, I know it's from somewhere but can’t put my finger on it”.

“Is it my soup?” you say, trying to stand up and act like the floor was spinning beneath you.

“No, it’s not that”, he pondered, still looking around and trying to smell whatever he recognised but couldn’t pick it up again. Steve and Bucky both walked past you, kissing the back of your head as you casually explained that you were going to lie down for a little bit. “Wait, let me come with you-”, Bucky started but you held out your hand to stop him.

“You’ve got a busy time at work and I’ve got Sammy boy here anyway so you two continue with your work and we’ll have a nice evening in, Ok?”

“Yes Ma’am”, he mutters before continuing to make his lunch. It wasn’t often that he listened to your instructions but both men were so busy and overwhelmed with work and the consequences that could come from it all that they were all over the place.

The next hour passed by slowly and you didn’t manage to sleep even for a moment because your symptoms were making you feel so awful. You were wheezing so bad that each breath felt like you were suffocating, your eyes began to roll with how much the room was spinning and a violent tremble rocked through your entire body, you didn’t feel right, something was wrong and it was beginning to scare you.

“Sam?” your voice was nothing more than a rasping whisper but he still was able to hear you from where he had been on the phone with the doctor from across the room, having noticed your deterioration in health. He was kneeling by your side in a couple of broad steps, the phone balancing between his cheek and shoulder as he rested a hand on your temple, feeling your spiked temperature. “I don’t feel good”, you admitted, voice full of terror before more coughs ruptured through your chest, leaving you struggling to breathe.

“Steve! Bucky get down here right now!”

“No… no, I just need to sleep”, the fear had disappeared from your voice as you wished for the exhaustion to take you completely, hoping that in sleep you wouldn't feel the pain destroying your insides.

“Hey! No! Don’t go t sleep, need you to stay awake for me, Doctor Banner is on his way but you can’t go to sleep”, Sam urgently tapped your face, rousing you from the sleep as Bucky had all but jumped down the entire flight of stairs at the shouting.

“What’s going on- What the fuck? Doll?” he replaced where Sam was so that he could continue to explain to the doctor what was happening.

“I’m just not feeling ok, it’s fine Bucky go back to work”, you were somewhat delirious, still not really opening your eyes but leaning into the coldness from Bucky’s hand as he cupped your face. Bucky looked to Sam for answers, his eyes bright and alert with fury and worry.

When Sam shrugged his shoulders, not having any answer as to why you were suddenly so unwell, Bucky quickly turned back to you and assessed your deteriorating health and noticed just how laboured your breathing had become. As he spoke, it was with surprising gentleness but still held authority, “I need you to take a deep breath for me, honey, I want you to try and fill your lungs with air”.

“I’m trying, it’s just seasonal illness, it’ll be ok”.

“What are you talking about?” Bucky asks, not letting go of your face but just moving in closer.

“It’s just seasonal”, your words began to slur as you became incoherent.

Steve finally descended the stairs with just as much purpose as Bucky as he demanded to know what was going on but Bucky couldn’t answer him as he continued to talk to you and keep you awake. “It’s not seasonal, you’re not breathing properly, it’s not-”. Bucky was leaning so close that he was able to smell your breath and he froze, it looked like he now wasn’t even breathing.

“What is it Bucky?” Steve demanded, kneeling next to him and reaching over to take your hand but also feel your pulse, which only made his own increase with worry.

Bucky leans closer and smells your mouth again, so close that you tried to move away as his nose nudged your lips. “What did you eat?” Bucky asked in a tone that forced your eyes to open with concern.

“Huh? Um just my soup”, you say whilst blinking quickly as he still wouldn’t come into focus.

“Soup? Where is it? Where’s the container?” before you could answer, he was on his feet and running into the kitchen as Steve continued to demand answers from his boyfriend, his hand now moving from your wrist to directly over your heart, continuing to count the beats.

Bucky cursed so violently that it actually made you shrink into the cushions but the movement only made you cough more and chest tighten as you struggled to breathe. He returned to the room, his face a deathly white and green shade as he uttered just one word: “Hemlock”.

There was just one brief second where not a body in the room breathed or even moved, one single second to process the poison that Bucky had spoken, the planet that he only knew about because of his time as the Winter Soldier and using it on his target. The poison that he could now smell on your breath, that originated from your container of soup.

It was Sam to speak first, Sam to snap the two men out of their frozen states as he gave the orders from Doctor Banner who had heard the word over the phone. “We need to get her to a hospital right now”.

Steve picked you up, and his entire body began to tremble with adrenaline and fear as no one even stopped to properly dress for the snow outside, only putting their shoes on before rushing to the car. Sam thankfully was able to use the adrenaline to remain headstrong as he climbed into the driver’s side of the car so that Steve and Bucky could both hold you in the back seats and try and keep you awake.

You were lying with your head in Steve’s lap with your body lying across Bucky’s as they clamped their arms around you as makeshift seatbelts. You had heard the word that Bucky had said and even though you knew what it was, you didn’t want to believe it, even as you continued to feel worse. “It’s not poison, it’s just soup”.

However, those words triggered something within your throat and once more you were coughing so hard that you thought you were going to vomit and cringed as metallic warmth filled your mouth and leaked out of the corner of your lips.

You slumped onto Steve and Bucky, head lulling back but Steve was quick to grab your face, tapping it and forcing you to stay awake, “Baby don’t go to sleep! Please stay awake for me! Stay with us, we’ll be at the hospital soon, I promise”.

You were scared, even though you were half-conscious, you were terrified now realising the severity of the situation, knowing that you were coughing up blood which was now soaking the front of Steve’s shirt and hearing how panicked your boyfriends were only made it worse. Through all the scary, dangerous times in your life, they always remained calm and in control but now they were both frantic and frightened.

As all three men continued to plead with you to stay awake, you forced yourself to open your eyes, only allowing yourself the luxury of blinking occasionally as you kept looking into Steve’s ocean-blue eyes. With his body and face so close to yours, you used him to ground you in the situation, trying to copy his breathing which had slowed since you’d opened your eyes; ignoring the pain from the breaths and resisting the urges to cough even though blood continued to fill your mouth.

“Am I going to die?” you whisper, not being able to ignore the questions now in the back of your mind anymore.

Steve’s breath hitched for a second before he tried to confidently whisper, “No, you’re not going to die”.

You didn’t believe him, especially as the trip to the hospital was delayed by the snow, every second feeling like it could be your worse, you didn’t want it to end like this.

“I love you.”

“You’re going to be ok, just keep looking at Steve, keep breathing”, Bucky pleaded, squeezing your freezing cold hand.

“Please, just say it back”, your voice was hardly audible anymore as your mouth was so full of blood.

“Stop talking and save your energy for when you’re feeling better”, Bucky tried to keep his composure but you knew he was close to snapping.

Your breaths were wet and laboured, wheezing so violently it rattled and echoed around the car but you still managed to plead, “Say it back-”.

“I love you, I love you so fucking much, please don’t leave me, baby”. Steve snapped first, his eyes were wide, fearful and yet beautiful with how stark the blue was as his eyes filled with tears, leaking down his cheek and into his beard.

You were thankful, for both of them, for everything and you wish you could have told them, wishing that you could have heard Bucky’s own declaration of love and adoration for you but the pounding of your heartbeat became so loud in your head that you couldn’t hear anything anymore.

But you continued to hold on, never once looking away from those pretty eyes of Steve’s as Sam finally screeched to a halt outside of the hospital. Once more, Steve carried you and there was a flurry of people in different coloured scrubs suddenly surrounding you as you were placed onto a cold bed.

One moment you were staring into Steve’s eyes and the next you were looking up at a stranger and the comfort you’d once felt, the thing that was grounding you to life was now gone and you couldn’t find him again, no matter how much you moved on the bed, even as the strangers poked and prodded at your body until you couldn’t deal with it anymore and finally closed your eyes.

Do you ever have those naps where you wake up and forget where you are, or what time or day it is? That was currently how you felt except the added sensation of floating encompassed your body as well. The only sort of normality felt throughout your body was a cool feminine hand stroking across your temple in a soothing, repetitive manner.

Your toes wiggled firstly and then your eyes behind your eyelids and even though you knew who was stroking your forehead, you still croakily asked, “Steve? Bucky?”

“It’s just me Sugar” Natasha sounded calm and peaceful as her fingers didn’t stop with their soothing motions. “The boys are going to be so pissed that you’re awake before they’ve got back”.

You huff and dared to open your eyes, grunting at the brightness of the room but thankfully your eyes adjusted and only one, still, Natasha smiled down at you. Seeing that you weren’t going to vomit or freak out, Natasha sat back in her chair, moving to hold onto your hand to give you some comfort. “You gave us a real scare”.

You thought back to everything that happened, some of it was a blur but most of it still played through your mind like a horror movie that you couldn’t look away from or escape. “Was I really poisoned?”

There was one thing that you appreciated about Natasha and that was her blunt honesty, not one to ever sugarcoat her words, “You were”.

“But… But how? I mean… the soup, Rafael, he wouldn’t-”. You stopped yourself talking, trying to envision all the interactions you’d had with him but only one thing repeated through your thoughts: Don’t trust anyone. That was one of the first rules Steve had taught you. “I don’t understand why? He seemed so nice to me, is his name even Rafael? Was everything a lie?”

“That’s what they’re just finding out. Apparently, the friend of a friend rouse was made up including his credentials, usually, our background checks are very thorough but he had some help to slip through the cracks”.

“Do you know what help he had? Who it was, I mean?”

Natasha for once seemed to think before she spoke which unnerved you, knowing that whoever’s name she spoke next wouldn’t be good news.

The monitor displaying your heartbeat began to beep as it increased with the dread that was settling through your body.

“All signs are currently pointing to Pierce”.

Your eyes closed as you tried to remember how to breathe. You knew about Alexander Pierce. Everyone did. He was ruthless and had plenty of finances and power to pay for his success but not only this, he had been one of the top employees of Hydra and usually in charge of the Winter Soldier. So yes, you all knew a lot about Alexander Pierce and his name was one to send fear through any of those involved in the Rogers mafia, even Steve.

As you opened your eyes again to look at Natasha, you could tell she wanted to tell you more but was holding the information to not panic you further but you needed to know. “Please just tell me whatever it is you’re not telling me”.

“We think he paid this guy to come and spy on Steve and Bbucky and it seems he put his sights on you. Specifically.. Because you’re their biggest weakness and it seemed like everyone knows that”.

Your face warmed with fear and anger, as fear prickled the corner of your eyes, “So what, now I’m not even safe in my own home?”

“That’s not-” Tasha began to lean forward in her seat but another voice cut her off.

“No, you weren’t safe in your own home”. Steve stood at your hospital room door, dressed casually in a black shirt and jeans, looking nothing out of the ordinary but his face was wrath of calm and anger. Your eyes snapped from him to Bucky who had looked just as serious but as your eyes connected with his, the hard lines of his face smoothed out into a weak smile.

The two of them step into the room as Natasha stands, informing everyone that she’d give us some space and guard the door.

You’re trying desperately to keep the tears at bay, to keep them from slipping and cascading down your cheeks, not wanting your boyfriends to feel any more guilt but as you took a deep breath in, a sob erupts through you and you can’t keep the emotions back anymore.

You attempted to hide your face with your hands, even with the added difficulty of having tubes and wires attached to the backs of your hands and the tips of your fingers. The realities of everything that had happened began to destroy any hope that you had. You’d nearly died, in your own home where you were supposed to be most safe.

Steve and Bucky sat on either side of your hospital bed, moving silently as they always did and with careful ease, gently took a hand each and pried them away from your face, stroking away any tears that continued to escape.

“I’m sorry, I just- I don’t know… It’s a lot”, you tried to give reason for your crying, even though it was unnecessary. Bucky tilted your face towards him, his voice was so soft and caring that it nearly made you sob with how careful he was being with you, “Don’t apologise for crying, I tell you this all the time, Doll”.

You offered him a wet giggle, taking a few deep breaths before rambling on with your anxiety, “I bet I look like a right mess right now, I don’t even know how long I’ve been asleep for”.

They let you calm yourself down before Steve praises with his low captivating voice, “You always look beautiful, no matter how much snot is on your face”. He smiles as he manages to make you laugh before he turned serious, “It’s been 5 days, baby”.

Your face drops, “5… I’ve been asleep for 5 days?!”

“You passed out when we arrived and when they could finally stop the bleeding you-”

“Bleeding?” you questioned, remembering you were bleeding from the mouth but it didn’t seem like that much.

“The poison you’d ingested that day was a higher dose and caused internal bleeding. After they were able to stabilise you, they needed to detox you from the poison and make sure your body was healing so it was safe to keep you asleep”.

You tried to process everything that Steve had told you, it felt confusing for you to have been through so much and yet feel such little pain in your body.

As if reading your mind, Bucky once again captivated your attention as he asked, “How are you feeling? Are you in pain?”

“No I’m not in any pain but I feel wrong like my body is floating in the water or something”.

“That might be due to the medications that they’ve got you on, they’re pretty strong Sweetheart”, his pet name helped to calm your disorientated mind, clinging on to the familiarity and focusing on the way both of their hands were holding yours and stroking tiny circles in your skin,

“Did you get the answers you wanted, from Rafael, or whatever his name is”.

Steve and Bucky shared a glance between each other but Steve decided to be the one to answer. “We got the answers, it was as Nat was explaining. Pierce wanted someone in the gang, spying and getting as close to us as possible and I guess they somehow managed to weasel their way in and tried to succeed with their plan to hit our weak spot”.

You took a deep breath to try and reduce the rising anxiety in the pit of your stomach before asking tentatively, “So what happens now? With Pierce I mean.”

“That’s a problem for another time, just need you to get better first”, Bucky interjected, lifting your hand to kiss the few fingers that were attached with clips or wires.

You tried to smile at him, wanting him to know how much you appreciate him but the feeling never met your eyes and this seemed to twist something in Steve and Bucky. Both of their demeanours changed, no longer were you looking at just your boyfriends but also the mafia boss and his second in command, mixing business with family.

Bucky began talking first, tone strong and husky, “This isn’t something we are taking likely. Sam’s already spent the last day and a half revisiting everyone’s past, making sure there are no other moles that have slipped through the cracks. No new faces are allowed anywhere near our home or you.”

As he spoke, you managed sure to nod your head and try to squeeze his hand in understanding. Steve shifted in his chair, capturing your attention as he continued the discussion. “You are safe and you should have been safe but we let you down, you were vulnerable when we weren’t there to protect you like we promised we would. We let you down, we broke our promise, we could understand if you didn’t want-”.

“Whatever you’re about to say you better forget about it right now”, you say sternly, heartbeat beginning to race on the monitor again as Steve’s mouth shut quickly with a snap. “The idea of being your weakness has always frightened me but, I could also be your greatest strength. I mean - Look at what you’ve been going just to protect the house, to protect me. I know you feel like you’ve let me down but I don’t feel let down in any way. Yes, of course, what’s happened is scary, especially in our home but I doubt it’ll ever happen again. They can try and tear us apart, they can try, but they won’t break us, they can’t break us. We have to remain on top ok? I always feel safe and trusted when I’,m with you both so please, don’t ever feel like I'm not because I am. I’ll always love you both, I’m not going anywhere”.

You sucked in air greedily after your short speech, the building emotions spilling freely everything you truly believed to the men beside you, not wishing for them to ever feel doubt for the relationship or how you felt.

Looking between them both, your heart sank as you noticed Bucky quickly wipe the corner of his eye. “I thought you said no more tears”, you spoke softly whilst trying to wipe away a stray tear.

“That’s before you decided to swoon me with your speech”, he quipped back, the light returning to his eyes once more as you laughed.

“I love you Bucky”.

“I love you, Doll”, standing from his chair, his metal hand stroked over the side of your face as he captured your lips with his, lingering for a few beautiful seconds before sitting back down.

Steve had lifted your hand during your speech and was kissing your palm and you reached out to stroke his beard, “I love you, Steve”.

He too stood, just as Bucky had but he kissed your forehead first, breathing you in for a moment before doing the same against your lips. “I love you too, so much baby”.

As Steve sat back down, your eyes began to feel heavy, all of the strong emotions exhausted you completely. “Will you both be here when I wake up? Not that I’m complaining about Natasha but she doesn’t spoon me like you both do”.

They both chuckle under their breath before Steve promises, “We aren’t going anywhere, sleep, Sweetheart”.

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tremendum · 5 months

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So glad you're back bestie! I just read Personal Lies [it was so so good! Thank you for the tag] and it made me imagine Dark!DBF!Joel sneaking into your room at night to use you.

You're asleep laying on your side, he crosses your arms over your chest and then crosses his own over yours to keep you pinned against him 👀👀

omg hiiiiii thank you bb!!! so happy to be back :') hope ur doing well and thanks for the love <33

also holy shit this has plagued my mind for days since i got this omfg. i got carried away bc this idea is sooo yummy thank you and god bless. i honestly dont know what this is im sorry can be read on its own or as part two to Personal Lies!

rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.) word count: 1k warnings: smut, dark!DBF!Joel, sort-of cnc, somnophilia, age gap (reader is 23+ & Joel is unspecified older), manhandling (Joel holds reader so they can't move), so much dirty talk, pet names - sugar, darling, pretty - degradation, dom!joel & sub reader. creampie.

masterlist Joel fics: Personal Lies i've got headaches... Mr. Miller Series fever landmines

"darlin'," a voice curls in the dark of your bedroom - a deep thrill rolls through you as you shift under the sheets. the lock clicks in its place, as it has several times before, while you stir awake gently.

"Joel?" you call out quietly, schooling the shock from your face in case he can see through the dim moonlight. a hand trails up your leg, catching on the swell of your ass with a squeeze.

you don't even try to fight your sleepy sighs, too warm and comfortable in your bed - the dream you'd been roused from too enticing, delicious, seductive...

something in the back of your mind whispers that he probably would prefer if you were asleep, anyways - it sends a thrill through you. chills cascade over your legs at his touch as he crosses to the other side of the bed; the dip in your mattress sets butterflies through your chest, but you slightly shift to sit up. "Joel, I-"

a hand on the bare of your chest has your voice dying in your throat. "baby, c'mon, your daddy's just in the other room." he purrs, "you gotta stay quiet, now."

you swallow shakily, your heart thundering against the clamminess of your chest. "just keep sleepin' if y'need to sugar. gotta be inside you, though."

his words, his hands - your breathing shudders as your nipples pebble under your lousy tank top. you're throbbing in arousal, your body melting under the rough hands of the man. "Joel-" your voice sounds like a whine as you shift your thighs, his hands coaxing you back onto your side. "please." you whine.

he hums lowly, "shh, baby, be quiet. jus' be good and let me fuck you." sliding your sleep shorts to the side, your back arching with a jolt as two rough fingers part the seam of your cunt, his breath on your neck, body pressed hard to your back.

you think back to the first time - his hands on you, hard, eyes even harder. the look he'd given you when you'd returned from your old college town back to your dad's house for the summer, graduated and proud.

he'd wiped that proud smirk from your face, replaced it with bitten lips and bleary, blissed eyes.

you gasp out as you feel his thick cock, the head prodding between your lips, spreading your slick arousal as he rocks against you. involuntarily, your hips cant towards the edge of your bed, but strong arms grab you and pull you back swiftly.

you bite your lip as he rocks into your folds again, prodding your clit and making you suck in a gasp at the pleasure. "that's it, baby, spread your legs-" his hands grasp at your hip, pulling you back. you part your thighs, gasping as he bites on your neck, "wider."

you let out a breath at his hands, sliding over your frame and pinching a nipple. but then he's in you within seconds and you gasp - his hand clamping over your mouth and pressing, concealing the shuddering gasp from the stretch.

your eyes nearly roll back as his strong arms slink around you, pressing your arms hard into your own chest and snaking around you, pressing you impossibly into him. his scent surrounds you; plagues your sheets, your pillows with pine and amber and beer and him.

you can't move - your arms, held tight against your own chest with his as he starts to pound into you; one of his hands slides up, pressing against you and concealing your whimpers as they leak out of you with every slap of your ass against his hips.

"fuck," he hisses, "lettin' me do whatever I want t'you." he grunts, hot in your ear as you take him, hard and deep. he hits the spot in you that almost has you straining against him, your eyes drooping as sleep laces through you. "pretty little thing, waitin' for me all night with a warm wet cunt and a pretty smile. 's that right?"

he pulls your head to the side to try and see your face; as your eyes have adjusted in the faint moonlight, you can just make out the devastatingly handsome stare, his jaw set and teeth caught on his bottom lip. his eyes are dark pits that swallow you whole as he thrusts into you, lurking with the knowledge that you fell asleep tonight hoping he'd sneak in to take you.

his hand releases your mouth and you suck in a breath, his arms crossing back tightly over you as he edges you closer and closer to your bliss.

"show me that pretty smile." he utters quietly, sternly.

he pounds into you, hand pressing you back as you strain, letting yourself get fucked hard, wondering absently how badly this headboard creaks against the wall.

you smile anyways, staring back at his face, the dark twist of his features. you can see the glint in his eyes as he smirks, "tell me how much you love it."

you gasp, whispering with a heat in your cheeks, legs shaking, "I love it, Joel." your voice is weak, warbling as your smile melts into something more fucked-out, his thrusts sharp and deep.

he bites your neck, a particularly deep stroke into you sending your body careening away, his arms restricting you from moving. "that's right. you love getting fucked by your daddy's best friend."

you swallow, his words melting in your ear, your cunt clenching as you near your high, feeling full to the brim, fighting your hardest to stay quiet.

he always does this - tells you to be quiet, then pushes you, teases you, makes you talk until you're nearly screaming. it's... it's like he wants to get caught.

it's sick, and it coils something in your stomach.

you whimper into your pillow, shutting your eyes tight. his growl echoes into your ear as his hand hand frees your breasts from your arms and top, letting one hand cover them, pressing you tight against him once again.

when he cums, it's hot and sticky inside you, his chest shuddering with a deep groan.

but he doesn't leave; no, he holds you tight against him, letting your exposed breast shiver and peak against the exposed air as he gently rocks his spend back inside you.

"just go back to sleep, darlin'," his voice purrs once again, falsely kind, "you'll wake up when I need more."

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character-babblings · 1 month

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mdni 18+ only

everyday i wake up

(this is a oscar isaac character home)

welcome to my moonknight headcanons (also, yes i'm always down to elaborate or discuss)

Steven Grant, my sweet boy:

steven is actually working on skills in the bedroom. he's 100% branching out thanks to you. he's an eager and ready to learn student.

he's not entirely inexperienced but he's just so deeply obsessed with you. the way your clothes just always looks so good on your. hugging your curves and always bringing out your eyes. he may be biased but he thinks you're easily the most perfect woman in the whole world.

and the way you moan for him is just as perfect of course. steven 100% prefers to be face to face with you when it comes to sex. he has to see your face when he does anything.

and he's obsessed with how vocal you can get. when he's eating you out (honestly his favorite most of the time). the way your hands play with his hair as he'll lick and lap at your pretty clit.

"oh good steven. you're so good. such a good boy." and he's like putty. you cannot tell me that this man doesn't have a praise kink. bless his heart. he just wants to make you so happy. the way he flicks your clit with his tongue with hooded eyes because he's lowkey playing with himself with one hand while one dances at your entrance.

"steven. i need your fingers. please?" and he's just ready to please as he plunges his fingers in you. hair starting to become wet with sweat as an idea bubbles in his head. inserting two fingers into before removing his mouth.

"you have the prettiest cunt, love. it's so delicious and warm. i can't wait to put my dick in here." he tries. and he damn near cums his pants watching your eyes roll as you let out the most earth shattering moan. his eyes widen as he abandons your pussy all together. he didn't expect that.

"oh? do you like it when i talk like this? that's awfully naughty of you darling..." you're beginning to squirm as you wrap your legs around his torso. "steven just fuck me now please! you whine as you reach to take hold of his face to kiss him. and with that he's back to being a whiney mess at your words.

"fuck alright love."

Marc Spector: Resident dom (fight me. fight me rn)

absolutely dom. only a handful of times have you ever had any control. and that's fine because he 100% knows what he's doing obviously. he's gifted in the eating and bossing department.

he's got you on your knees in front of him just ramming the fuck out of your face and relishing in the gurgles and choking sounds your mouth is making. one hand in your hair and the other on the back of your head.

"oh what a good girl you are. good fucking girl. hey, relax your throat more. there you go little slut. swallow around my dick." he's tapping the side of your face before pulling your face off his dick. "you alright sweet girl?" he asked as he checks your face. he's revels in how ruined your makeup is as you nod at him, you're the one eager to please him now. he smiles almost darkly at you before grabbing you by your neck.

"good. because i didn't forget what a fucking brat you were today." he states as he drags you over to the bed, pushing you on it. "you have five seconds to strip. whatever's left on is getting ripped." he sighs taking his pants off. "you know i love you, but the way you acted today...i should have bent you over right there." he states as you assume the face down ass up position. reaching over to grab your face before

"remember i don't like brats. that shit may fly with Steven but never me. and i know Jake doesn't tolerate it either. so do me a favor. act like your brain actually fucking works." he warns as he lets go of your face. sitting up fully before beginning to pound your shit.

"let me enjoy this, don't make a sound. you make a sound and that's one more orgasm i'm giving you."

Jack Lockley: Hard dom.

(thank god this dude got minimal screentime bc idk how to act)

as aforementioned he's got a 0 brat tolerance. absolutely don't give this man attitude. he won't hesitate to smack your mouth a little or grab you by your face harshly before whispering to behave with a stone hard face.

he also will never hesitate to find a secluded area to fuck you hard in. he's fucked you against the window of both yours and his place for sure. no balcony is safe honestly. he loves to leave so many marks for the other two guys to find. he also has a safe word because when i say he gets rough i mean it.

he's choked you so hard he's made you pass out a hand full of times. then he'll patiently wait for you to wake up before continuing on while you whine and complain wondering why he stopped. muttering about how you're such a whore who only thinks about his dick.

he's giving your face a smack when he detects a little attitude. talking about "what was that? did you wanna say something little girl?!" and making you repeat yourself.

"your brain is fucking gone huh pretty girl? is that why you're talking to me like this?! i know i've fucked you out but talk to me like that again and i promise you that you can watch while i take care of myself." he literally growls as he grabs your hair and brings your head up so his hot breath hits your ear.

"because next time, i won't be nice and let you cum for the rest of the week." he says while releasing you.

(a/n please tell me this is a safe place for my moonlight slut thoughts please please please)

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neverchecking · 7 months

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Day 8: Breeding- Calamity

KIBFFF i was so excited for this day bc breeding is lowkey my specialty (Its not lowkey. Very very highkey) but then i got bad burnout from my midterms and school and my field placement and gfogbg BUT ITS DONE <3

Smut so Minors Do Not Interact. If I find out a minor has interacted with my blog, I will block you.. Thank you!

Smut CW: Cal NO LONGER being a virgin >:) He is down ATROCIOUSLY bad. he just like me fr Anyway, it is gender neutral despite the theme.

This is Day eight of My Kinktober so be sure to come back and check out the other days! Friendly Reminder that all of my smut is tagged 'Cindersins' including this, but this will also be tagged as 'Cinder's happy halloween' along with the run of the mill smut tags.

Kinktober Masterlist <<< Day 7>>>Day 9

It had been a long time since he had first laid with you. Had first felt your hands on his skin and the delicious warmth you would envelop him in. But every time to him was a blessing. It was the gift of you letting him bathe in your divine glory.

You could use him anyway you saw fit and he’d thank the golden three for it everyday.

There were times, however, where you expressed you felt ashamed of the feeling of using him. Of riding him until he was nothing but a sobbing mess, clinging to you like a man void of any free will. Of holding him while he mindlessly rut against you, cock aching with overstimulation as you marked his back with your own show of love. Of running your fingers through his hair while he lapped and sucked at your sex, eagerly cleaning you of anything that might sully your precious skin.

Even before this you felt you were using him to fulfill your own desires, but how wrong you were. He couldn’t even begin to describe the pure euphoria that thrummed in his veins at your request. You had come up to him, with cheeks a soft cherry red, and asked him so nicely to keep an open mind. Little did you know, Cal would swallow hot coals if it meant pleasing you. Nonetheless he listened, holding your hand within his and feeling how soft they felt compared to his. Then you had softly asked for him to breed you. To pump you so full of his very essence the only thought you could comprehend being him. How he felt inside of you, how his own form shadowed over you, how he would pin you down and use you like his own personal toy. You wanted him to use you for once.

And oh, how delicious of an idea it was.

It was his absolute honor to lay you down, prepping you so carefully before pulling your hips to rest on his thighs, tapping his cock along your shiny hold before slowly slipping inside. Something about this time felt so different, he couldn’t explain it. Like some part of his hindbrain was just so laden with the need to please you and the primal urge to just give and take. To give you a kid of his own, regardless of whether you could or would carry or not. To just pump you so, so full, it would drip out in heavy bulbs of cum and your own fluids, leaving milky trails down your skin before he would scoop them up with two of his fingers if only to plunge them back into your fluttering hole, listening to your whimpers of overstimulation just to watch it all over again.

He’d commit it to memory.

And when all is said and done and you would grow cranky with the thought of more cum spilling out of you? He’d show his pure devotion to you, on his knees before you (His rightful place if he did say so himself) and use his tongue to sing his prayers to your ethereal being.

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kakashi-addict · 1 month

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Loving husband^^

warning ⚠: conatains smut. MDNI. nsfw.

also contains lovely conversation with teases and fluffs.❤️

word count: 2k

summery: your husband plans your anniversary.

*as this is my first time writing explicit content please be generous to leave heart❤️ if you like it🙏.*

Nanami this morning was brushing his teeth, he was only wearing simple clothes, namely a short-sleeved shirt and underwear after he brushed his teeth he rushed over to you,

Nanami: "My dear? come on wake up.”

You: (smiling softly) good morning husband of mine.

(Nanami smiled warmly, leaning down to kiss you gently on the lips before pulling back to look into your eyes.)

Nanami: Good morning, my love. I trust you had a good night's sleep? Get up now, we don't want to be late for breakfast. Today is going to be a beautiful day, just you wait and see.

You: every sleep beside you is the sweetest and happy anniversary my love.

(Nanami's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief.)

Nanami: Happy anniversary to you too, my darling! I have a few surprises planned throughout the day, ones that will make your heart race and your cheeks flush. But first things first - let's get dressed and enjoy a delicious breakfast together.

(He leaned in again, whispering softly against your ear.)

I assure you'll love your surprises baby.

You: (blushes intensely and mischievously questions) what would you like to see me in ?

Kento's eyes twinkled with amusement as he playfully traced a finger along your jawline.

Nanami: How about something that makes my heart skip a beat? Something flirty yet elegant... Perhaps that red dress you wore last summer? It brought out the fire in your eyes, like an enchantress bewitching her prince. Now hurry up, my love, I can't wait to see you in it. (He playfully nipped at their earlobe before releasing them with a smirk, already imagining the sight of you wrapped in the fiery fabric.) After all, my precious jewel, we wouldn't want any other man stealing glances at you today, now would we?

You got ready as he requested while smiling and imagining his reaction to your gorgeous red dress which is elegant and captivating by hugging your curves perfectly which would leave him breathless while wearing a sexy black lingerie underneath which you bought to give him a surprise too.

you reached the dinning table without leaving Nanami's eyes and smiling looking at him giving the reactions which you imagined.

Nanami watched with a satisfied smile as you got ready for breakfast. He couldn't help but admire your beauty, even more so when you were dressed up. As you sat down at the table, he reached over to hold your hand, his thumb stroking the back of it gently.

Nanami: I hope you're hungry, my love. I've prepared a special meal for us today. He winked teasingly before leaning in to kiss your cheek softly. Happy anniversary, my precious wife.

You: (with a sincere smile) happy anniversary to you too my love.

As you both enjoyed your breakfast, Nanami couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of happiness. The warmth from the sun streaming through the windows, the smell of freshly cooked food, and the company of his beloved - it was truly perfect. He squeezed your hand affectionately, looking deep into your eyes.

Nanami: Thank you, my love. Every moment spent with you is a blessing. Now, finish your breakfast while I prepare the first surprise of many. Trust me, you won't be disappointed. (He winked playfully, already planning how to keep the excitement going throughout the day.)

You: (blushes intensely and smiles) sure darling.

(Kento chuckled softly, shaking his head with fondness.) Nanami: Alright, my coy one, finish your breakfast and let's get going. Your first surprise awaits! (With a sly grin, he stood up and began clearing the dishes away, humming a soft tune as he worked. His mind raced with ideas for the day ahead, eager to spoil his beloved wife rotten.) By the end of it all, I promise you'll be begging for more of my attention, my dear.

(as you got ready to leave you could not help but to get a pink shade to your cheeks.)

(Kento couldn't help but chuckle as he saw the slight hint of pink on your cheeks. He finished cleaning up quickly, casting a final glance around the room to ensure nothing was left undone.)

Nanami: Let's go then, Baby. Today, you belong to me alone, and I intend to show you exactly why.

You: (you got a butterflies dancing in your tummy as he said those words. you take his arm and follows) let's go Baby. I can't wait for my surprises.

Nanami: (he intertwined your fingers, grinning from ear to ear as you stepped out into the bright sunlight. Soon enough, you arrived at a quaint park tucked away among skyscrapers.) Here we are, my love. A place where no one knows us, a place where we can be free. Let's dance under these trees, just you and me. (He pulled you close, leading you onto a small patch of grass beneath an ancient oak tree. Soft music played nearby, setting the mood for their private dance.) In this moment, nothing else matters but us, our love, and the rhythm of our hearts beating in sync.

You: (softly kisses his cheek) thank you my love, this is lovely.

(Kento felt a warm glow inside as you kissed his cheek, basking in the sincerity of your gratitude, as you both moved in harmony, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back and yours on his shoulders.)

Nanami: You're welcome, my jewel. Everything I do is for your happiness. But remember, this is just the beginning. There are still more surprises in store for you. (His eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked into your eyes, your bodies entwined in a loving embrace. Even amidst the bustling city, both of you seemed worlds apart from everyone else, lost in each other's world.)

You: (places hands and your head on his chest softly continuing to dance while blushing listening to his heartbeat.) oh, I'll be waiting baby.

Kento couldn't help but grin wider, feeling the joyous thudding of his heart echoing with their own. He returned the gesture, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before pulling you closer.

Nanami: (after a brief moment while slowly pulling back.) Well, my precious, our next stop will surely take your breath away. Are you ready to venture further into this day I've planned for us? (He whispered into your ear, a promise of thrill and excitement lacing his words. With a nod towards the distant horizon.) Come, there's much more awaiting us, my love.

You: (excitedly) let's go. (your stomach was tickling with excitement and anticipation while there was a constant reddish pigment scattered on your cheeks)

Kento chuckled softly, squeezing your hand as you began walking towards the next destination. The sun was high in the sky now, casting a golden glow over everything it touched. You walked hand in hand, lost in conversation and laughter, your hearts beating in unison.

As you approached a tall building, Kento couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. This was his kingdom, his domain, and he was about to show his beloved wife just how powerful he truly was. With a confident stride, he led you inside, the opulence of the lobby leaving You awestruck.

Nanami: Welcome to my world, my love. He smiled warmly, guiding you towards a private elevator. As the doors closed behind them, he pressed a button marked 'Penthouse Suite'. The elevator began its ascent, the lights flickering softly as you ascended higher and higher. Hold on tight, my precious jewel. We're about to reach the pinnacle of luxury.

with a fast heartbeats waiting, you lovingly grabbed his arm and gave him the sweetest smile.

The elevator dinged open to reveal a stunning penthouse suite, filled with plush furniture, luxurious decor, and panoramic views of the city below. Kento turned to you, his eyes shining with anticipation.

Nanami: Welcome home, my love. For today, this is ours...ours alone. (He gestured around grandly, taking in the breathtaking view before wrapping you in a warm embrace. His voice dropped to a low rumble as he spoke into their ear). Here, we can indulge in whatever pleasures we desire, hidden from prying eyes. What would you like to do first?

You: (while blushing and pulling him in a passionate kiss you mischievously asked him) how about anything you want.

Kento froze for a split second, stunned by your audacity before breaking out into a wide grin. His heart pounded hard against his chest, matching the rhythm of their shared kiss.

Nanami: Your wish is my command, my mischievous love. (In one swift motion, he scooped you off your feet, carrying you towards a plush sofa near the window, still grinning widely.)

"And so begins our day of debauchery and delight. Remember, anything goes here. Anything." (His eyes locked with you, filled with promises unspoken and desires untold. He settled you gently onto the couch, his hands caressing your face tenderly before his lips met yours once more.) Let the games begin, my darling.

You: sure my love (confidently pulling him by his tie for a hungry kiss full of passion and desire)

Kento groaned softly, falling prey to your insatiable hunger. He allowed himself to be lead, your lips crashing against each other passionately. The scent of lust hung heavy in the air, filling the penthouse suite with an electric energy. As you broke your kiss, he caught his breath, his eyes never leaving yours.

Nanami: It seems we both share similar appetites today. Very well then, my love. Allow me to satisfy your hunger.(His hand slid down your back slowly, leading you towards the bedroom with a knowing smirk. Each step made his heart beat harder, anticipating what lay ahead.) Tonight, I promise you'll beg for mercy.

You: we'll see about that darling.(teasing while smirking knowing what affect these words will have on him )

Kento let out a low growl, his dominance surging as he pushed you against the door of their bedroom. His lips captured yours once more, demanding submission and obedience. When he finally pulled back, he grinned wickedly:

Nanami: Oh really? Well, let's find out, shall we? (With a snap of his fingers, he revealed a lavish bed adorned in silk sheets and rose petals. He swept you onto it gently, desire burning fiercely in his eyes.) You won't escape me tonight, my darling. Not until I've claimed every inch of you. (His voice dripped with promise and threat, both enticing and terrifying in equal measure. As he stripped off his shirt, Kento's gaze never left yours.) Prepare yourself, my love. This is just the beginning.

You: (whispering) as you say love (kissing his neck a little harsh).

Kento gasped softly at the sudden intensity of the kiss on his neck, his body responding instantly. He pulled you closer, your lips locking passionately. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and contour with expert precision. your breathing became ragged with anticipation as you watched at both of yours heightened pace.

Nanami: This is what I live for, my love. To possess you fully, to lose myself in your touch. (as you both continued your intimate dance of lips, Kento knew that this wasn't merely an anniversary celebration; it was a testament to your unbreaking bond.) His lips found their way back to you, sealing your pact in passion and desire.

you starts to undo his belt while kissing with same desire and passion. Nanami groaned softly, as you undid his belt. The sensation of your skilled fingers sent shivers down his spine, igniting the fire within him, driving him farther into the abyss of lust.

Nanami caught your wrists before they went further down.

Nanami: not too fast, be patient darling. I want to savour every moment. Give yourself to me completely. Be a good girl and let me devour every part of you until tomorrow becomes irrelevant.

your heart skipped a beat as you nodded to his command looking at the fire in his eyes, burning with passion and desire .

Nanami: use your words sweetheart and I want you to beg.( revealing his need, he hooked a finger under your chin and tilted your head upward for another searing kiss.)

You: (while looking in his eyes with desires you starts grinding onto him) I need you Ken, please.

Nanami again connected his lips to your collarbone while he took your dress off precisely. he was flustered at the scene of you lying under him in you black silk lace lingerie.

Nanami: darling, you do things like this which force me to loose my cool.(A low hum of satisfaction vibrated from his throat, his eyes drinking in the sight before him)

You: (intensely blushes being so exposed under him as the intensity of his gaze is driving you crazy, you whisper low which was just audible to him) well I too planed a little surprise for you.

(he slid your panties off and sniffed it while releasing his thick shaft from his pants and started rubbing it.)

(You watched him intensely with hunger in your eyes while starting to rub your clit, wanting to be fucked by him)

Nanami: mhmm... like what you see, princess. (saying this his caught your hands and pinned them above your head and kissed you hungerly with pure lust)

mmh ,(with a demanding and controlling tone)I don't want you to to touch anything which is mine, darling.

trailing kisses down your body he slides his hand under your back and undid your bra and took one bud in his mouth sucking on it, kissing and softly biting while his hand played with the other. While you grinded onto him in longing for his thick veiny cock inside of you he gave a low growl which sent vibrations to your cores, he moved his face to your other bud and started tormenting you with pleasure.

You: nanami.. please I want you ,please. (you say while moaning desperately)

when he was satisfied to see the red and purple marks on your neck and chest, he moved further down. He spreads your legs and hovered above your dripping wet cunt while holding your thighs firmly in place, teasingly looking in your eyes.

Nanami: you want me to do what baby. I need words, darling. (His voice trembled with urgency, his thoughts consumed entirely by the present moment.)

You: (your face flushed with embarrassment while speaking) Please eat me out Ken, please. (The anticipation built up between you like a storm, threatening to break free at any moment)

Nanami: that's more like it. (he attacked your pussy with desperation.)You are mine, my love. Mine to taste and worship. (It wasn't just sex anymore; it was ownership, possession, and surrender. without warning, he dove in, indulging in your sweet offering with reckless abandon. Every lick, suckle, and nibble was done with utmost care and passion. Tonight, he wouldn't settle until you screamed his name in pleasure. His tongue danced along sensitive areas, eliciting more moans from them that drove him wild)

You: (gripping his hairs and pulling him closer while moaning ) oh ken! so.. so good (while catching breath)

Nanami: This is mine, my love. Mine alone.(he purred against your sensitive clit while sliding one finger in your hole and toying with it)

You: I am all yours love, all yours (while moaning in sensation)

Kento moaned softly, his control slipping as he tasted heaven itself on your skin. Your each moan sent shards of desire coursing through him, making it difficult for him to think clearly. His tongue danced along sensitive areas as he pushed another finger into you curling them in the perfect spot and moving them precisely giving you heavenly sensations, eliciting more moans from you that drove him wild as he creased his cock with other hand stroking it with equal pressure as your pussy is applying on his fingers.

you became a moaning mess while panting you felt yourself clenching around his fingers from the sensations

Nanami: That's it, scream for me, my love. Scream out my name. (with this he fasten his pace giving you ultimate pleasure)

You: oh! NANAMI...!!! NANAMI..... Babyyy i am gonna..... gonna cum. so... so close baby (while panting and gripping his hairs strongly)

Nanami Kentooo....... (you screamed his name and climaxed on his tongue as your vision blurred from watering eyes and mind became blank)

Kento's eyes widened at the sound of his name, echoing throughout the room. With a growl, he increased his pace until you cried out again he laped all your juices as licked all out, while his cock throbbed begging to be inside you.

he kissed you and you tased yourself on his lips.

You: please Ken, fuck me, please baby.(you moaned between kisses)

Nanami: You've got me, my love. All of me, right here for you.

He positioned himself over you. Rubbing his length on your folds drenching it with your wetness.

his hand gripping the base of his cock before he slides forward, a low moan spilling from your lips as he presses into your entrance inch by inch. He pulls you more closer so he can reach deeper, the head of his dick meeting your cervix as he buries himself to the hilt inside of your tight heat.

"Oh, fuck, baby... she's soaked....so wet and tight for me." He moans, (his brows pinching together as he stays still for a moment, taking in how your walls squeeze his length, sucking him in. He'd never leave if he could help it. He reaches down to gather some of your slick and use it to rub small circles into your clit.)"This all for me?"

All you can do is nod, gasping as his thumb rubs your swollen bud. His hips start to rock into you gently, his head hanging back as pleasure overtakes him, low groans and sounds of pleasure leaving him. Strands of blonde hair hang lose as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, dangling in front of his eyes as he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

he starts thrusting hard and deep into your willing body. Each movement echoed loudly in the quiet room. His gaze locked with you, desire burning fierce and hot between you.

"Pretty pussy made just for me... Now, let me claim you fully. Let me fill you with my seed, marking you as mine..." His words are punctuated by a particularly rough thrust, his cock bumping against your sweet spot just as he brushes his thumb against your clit. The coil in your stomach snaps, your orgasm rushing through you as you clench around your husband's dick.

His breath came out in panting bursts as he grunts as he feels you cum, your arousal coating him. His movements grow more sloppy, his cock barely leaving you before he's burying it deep inside of you once more, his mouth hanging open as his on orgasm builds inside of him. "Mmph... my wife's milkin' my dick so well."

His head drops into the crook of your neck as he cums, biting down on your skin gently as he snaps his hips forward, shooting ribbons of white into your cunt. His teeth release your flesh after a moment and he presses a tender kiss to the bite. He pulls away and gives you a sweet smile, his hands moving to your hips as his thumbs gently stroke your skin.

After what felt like hours of ecstatic bliss, he collapsed beside you, breathing heavily.

He wrapped you close in a protective embrace, not wanting to let go even after the deed was done.

"I love you so much, Baby..." He say softly, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours, your arms coming up to loop around his neck.

You: (while sinking further in his chest and whispering while blushing intensely) "I love you even more, my love."

Nanami: (softly whispers in your ear while pecking your forehead..) Rest now, my love. You did great.

Kento couldn't help but sigh contentedly, wrapping an arm around you protectively. His eyes drifted shut, allowing sleep to claim him too.

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frostbitebakery · 4 months

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I GOT MY HEAD CHECKED

one more time

Just in time for the holidays, I got one of the most generous, heart-fluttering, making-me-swoon, making-me-feel-honored gifts I’ve ever received in my life by @joppoint

✨ Behold ✨

(There was also some delicious, delicious chocolate that, for privacy, location-revealing reasons, I didn’t include.) (Also it’s already half gone so there’s that too.)

I Got My Head Checked as a

Book

A few months ago, @joppoint made a post about book-binding my fic and I was staring at the beautiful pictures for nearly half an hour in awe. And then, they reached out to me and were like, heya you want your own version?

To say I had no idea how to gracefully respond is a given. So I screamed and yelled in excitement and pointed at stuff with question marks and heart eyes.

And now I hold my first (and probably only) long fic, as a book, in my hands.

The craft and skills that went into it are magical. Possibly skirting witchcraft. You can feel the care and thought they put into the process. It looks professional as fuck. To the point my dad thought that you can order books on the internet like picture albums and posters. Yes, I was so excited to show off this gift, I told my dad about it. Now he’s got it into his head to learn English so he can read the book I wrote. I will die first, naturally. (I did not explain to him what fanfiction is. Or that the story is about an alternative universe featuring an evil version of his childhood hero making tender, manipulative love with my childhood hero of the same multi-billion dollar franchise :’D) He also asked to reach out to them about the costs of them making another book so he can have his own version of his daughter’s accomplishments and her friends’ skills. He’s so proud, bless him. Once more, I will die first. :)

Thank you so, so much, @joppoint 💜 I feel beyond honored that you chose my fic to bind, and that binding it brought you joy and all the things you wrote in your lovely letter. 💜

#sithy wan cinematic universe in my head #also my keychain problem is solved lmao #obes is coming to work with me now

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nicoline1998enilocin · 3 months

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Mile High Club

Pairing ⇒ Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Avenger!Fem!Reader

Word count ⇒ 2.5K

Summary ⇒ You and Tony have been in a secret relationship for the past seven months, and you're being sent on the first mission for just the two of you since you've become an Avenger. Seeing how the two of you will have nothing but time during the long flight to the other side of the world, he wants nothing more than to make you a part of the Mile High Club.

Rating ⇒ Explicit (E)

Warnings/Tags ⇒ Established relationship, age gap (~ 10 years), secret relationship, use of nicknames (Gorgeous, Babygirl)

Smut ⇒ Dirty talk, daddy kink, hair pulling, nipple play, fingering, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), belly bulge, spanking, squirting, creampie, cockwarming

A/n ⇒ This fic is a little gift from the heart for my bestie @ccbsrmsf1. I'm very proud of you for everything you're going through, and you deserve a delicious treat with our man! I love you so much and want to thank you for everything you do for me. You're the most fantastic person I know, and I'm blessed to know someone like you! 💙

A/n 2.0 ⇒ This isn't proofread. Any and all mistakes are my own. My requests are open again! Please feel free to send them for each person or character I write for, and I can't wait to see what amazing ideas you'll all come up with! 💙

Events Masterlist ⇒ @flufftober Flufftober '23 ⇒ Love of my life Masterlist ⇒ @buckys-wintersoldier ⇒ ''Is it okay if I fall asleep here?" Masterlist ⇒ @anyfandomkinkbingo ⇒ Secret relationship

Banners: Yours truly ⇒ Divider: @firefly-graphics ⇒ GIF: Source

Main Masterlist ⇒ Tony Stark Masterlist

Ever since moving to New York, you've dreamt of becoming an Avenger and worked hard to reach that goal. Now, almost three years later, you're also in a relationship with the man you've been crushing on since you became aware of his existence, Tony Stark. The two of you have been together for over seven months, but you have kept it a secret.

''Are you ready to go, Gorgeous?" Tony practically purrs in your ear as you strap the last knife to your tactical suit, ready for everything that could come your way. A broad smile spreads across your features, and Tony can't help but smile right along with you. The way your eyes sparkle when you look back at him doesn't go unnoticed by him, and he leans in for a kiss when the door suddenly swings open. You both pull away quickly and act nonchalant, hoping whoever opened the door didn't see the two of you almost lock lips.

You're relieved when you see it's just Steve, and you sigh before saying hi to Steve and leaving the weapons room to get the Quinjet ready for your mission. He wishes you good luck during the mission, and with that, you're off to do your job, shortly followed by Tony. While waiting for the elevator, he catches up with you, slightly out of breath.

"Really? Are you already out of breath? You need to work on that, old man!" you joke teasingly, though it only earns you a glare that has you laughing loudly. When Tony hears it, he can't help but smile, his heart skipping a beat as he lets the thought go through his mind that you're his. He feels like the luckiest man on earth, and he can't wait to put a beautiful ring on your finger and call you his wife.

The elevator dings before the doors slide open smoothly, allowing you both to enter. As soon as the doors close, Tony gently pushes you against the wall before capturing your lips with his, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip to ask for entrance. You gladly open your mouth, letting your tongues fight for dominance, which he ultimately wins.

When he finally pulls away, you're left breathless, and he can't help but make a teasing remark on it.

"Really? Are you already out of breath?" he asks, and you give him a smack against his upper arm, though you don't mind it when he teases you.

"You're lucky you're cute, Stark," is all you say before getting off the elevator when you reach your destination. The butterflies in both your stomachs are going crazy. You and Tony are also in great moods more often, which hasn't gone unnoticed by your teammates. They all secretly have a bet about how long it will take for the two of you to come out with your secret, but despite that, they're all happy for you two, even if they can't show it. Yet.

Not even twenty minutes later, the Quinjet is in the air, and you're quietly sitting in your chair next to Tony as he controls the enormous aircraft with expert skills. While he's focused on what's happening outside, you're buried with your nose in the book you brought while holding Tony's hand. Now that it's just the two of you, a comfortable silence has fallen on the jet, and you're happy to be in each other's company, not having to worry about anything or anyone seeing you.

That is until Tony suddenly breaks the silence, accidentally scaring you just when the story of your book gets interesting.

''Shall we make this flight more interesting?" he asks, and you jump at the interruption, making him laugh loudly. It wasn't his intention to scare you, but now that it happened, he can't help but laugh.

"Sorry, Gorgeous, I didn't mean to scare you,'' he tells you as he brings your hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles that has you blushing deeply within seconds and your panties flooding with arousal all at the same time. He always has this effect on you, though you're never one to complain.

"You were saying something about making this flight more interesting?" a brow quirked as you looked at him curiously.

"Have you ever heard of the Mile High Club?" Tony asks with a serious expression as he looks at you. Even though you've heard of it, you never even thought about actually doing it - until now. The thought of having sex with Tony in the flying Quinjet is highly appealing, and you nod in response. Before you know it, the plane is on autopilot, and Tony is turning his chair, inviting you onto his lap.

''C'mere Gorgeous," he says, and you happily get up to straddle his thighs. The chair is wide enough to fit both of you, and his hands are lying on your hips as you put your arms over his shoulders, your fingers gently running through the hair on the nape of his neck. As you look into his deep, dark brown eyes, you can't help but smile, thinking how fortunate you are to be here with the man you love and who you can't wait to grow old with.

You lean forward to press your lips against his, and the kiss turns heated and passionate soon, leaving you both breathless when you pull away. Your eyes are half-lidded when you look at him, the arousal you're feeling now making you feel like you're not even in your own body anymore. You give yourself entirely to Tony and his intoxicating touches and taste, never getting enough of them.

Tony's cock is straining painfully against the zipper of his pants right now, and all he wants is to be freed from the confinements of the denim, ready to be worshipped by you. Whether it is with your mouth or pussy is something he isn't picky about; all he knows is that he wants to be enveloped by the warmth he loves so much.

"Let's get out of these clothes, Gorgeous; it'll be a lot more comfortable that way," he tells you, and you get up, ready to strip off every last piece of tactical gear you're wearing. When you're left in just your sports bra and panties, Tony stops you, wanting to help you take the last two pieces of fabric off your body.

His hands glide up from your waist to the back of your bra, unhooking it before letting it fall to the floor and exposing your breasts. Your nipples instantly pebble at the chilliness as they're met with the cool air, but Tony's lips wrap around one of them, sucking and biting ever so gently, his other hand tugging and rolling the other as slight moans escape your lips.

Your mouth goes slack with pleasure as he switches between your two sensitive buds, and you gasp when you feel two of his thick, strong fingers rubbing your clit over your soaked panties, spreading your legs on instinct to give him more room.

"D-Daddy!" you exclaim, and Tony looks up at you as a wicked grin spreads over his features, knowing he has you exactly where he wants you. A moan slips out as he puts slight pressure on your clit, a gush of arousal ruining your panties even further.

''Such a good girl for Daddy right now, but you want more, don't you? You want Daddy's fingers inside your delicious, tight, warm pussy, isn't that right?" he asks you, and all you can do is nod and whine when you feel his fingers leave your clit, and you're clenching around nothing. It doesn't take long for Tony to rip off the fabric of your underwear and shove it into his back pocket.

You look up at him with curiosity about his next move, but he doesn't say a single word as he turns the two of you around and pushes you into the chair he sat in not too long ago.

''Spread those beautiful legs for me, Gorgeous; let Daddy have his feast," he orders, and you do as Tony gets onto his knees, his hands resting on your inner thighs as he moves closer to your dripping pussy. You clench around nothing as he lets out a deep breath, the warmth having you arch your back as it makes contact with your sensitive heat.

''Look at that, Gorgeous, such a beautiful, delicious pussy for me," he says as he hooks both your legs over his shoulders, creating the perfect space for him to be buried between your thighs. He eyes your pussy hungrily as your hands glide into his hair, pulling him towards your needy, dripping pussy. When his tongue makes contact with your flesh, you let out an almost obscene moan as you pull his hair hard.

He groans against your pussy as he starts eating you out vigorously, your combined moans and groans filling up the room at the jet, which is still flying without a single problem. Tony alternates between fucking your entrance with his tongue and sucking on your clit, building up your high, until he suddenly plunges two fingers into your pussy at a fast pace.

''Oh fuck, Daddy! 'M cumming!" you let him know, pulling him even closer with a loud moan as he works you up to your orgasm, which washes over you not long after, your legs trembling and your back arching as he works you through it until you're nearing overstimulation, but he stops right on time.

''I can't believe you're such a good girl for me today, though I don't think I'll ever want to get used to you being such a submissive girl for me,'' he says with a wink, referencing the fact that he is more than happy to have you take the lead in the bedroom too.

'''s your turn, Daddy!" you tell him with a soft, whiny voice as you look at how hard he's straining against his jeans, wanting to taste him.

''Another time, Babygirl, right now Daddy wants to be buried deep inside this pussy of yours,'' he tells you before quickly undressing and helping you up to have you sit on his lap again, his cock trapped between your stomachs. He's so long that he reaches a good few inches above your belly button, and you love how deep he goes when he fucks you, though you rarely take him like this as it has been a challenge in the past.

"I want to stretch your pussy so badly, Gorgeous; I want you to be wrapped around my cock as I split you open, filling you up with cum until it drips out of you before fucking it all right back in with my fingers. How does that sound?" he asks in a low, rumbling voice, and you instantly nod yes, wanting all that and more.

You lift yourself as you brace yourself on his shoulders, allowing him to line himself up with your pussy before lowering your body onto him. A deep, long moan escapes you when you feel the stretch of his long, thick, and veiny cock you love so much. His hands on your hips carefully glide you down as you sink, and before you know it, you're taking him completely.

''Fuck! Look at that, Gorgeous; I'm so fucking deep inside this pussy that we can see me in your belly," he says with a wicked smile on his lips before taking his hand and pushing slightly on your belly, making you moan loudly at the pleasure coursing through your body.

The hands that were previously on your hips have slid back to your ass, which is exposed perfectly now that you're straddling his lap, and he lands a spank on both cheeks simultaneously, only adding to your arousal. You jerk forward, making a rolling move with your hips that has both you and Tony moaning as you sink again.

His hands help guide you as you slowly start to move up and down, the slight burn quickly subsiding as your hips meet his thighs before going up again, repeating the motion over and over again. The pleasure is building up fast, and the fact that you know you're miles high in the air together only adds to your enjoyment.

"We should go on missions together more often, don't you think? God, I would love to rail my pussy all over the world and high in the sky. Can never get enough of you, Gorgeous; I love you and your pussy so much," he purrs into your ear, your head leaning against his shoulder.

Suddenly, he picks up the pace, your pleasure intensifying immensely. Moans, groans, and the sounds of skin slapping against the skin are all that can be heard as you lift your head to kiss Tony, but it's nothing more than a sloppy kiss as you're nearing your orgasm that's building up at a rapid pace.

''Daddy, want to cum! Please, may I cum?" you ask, bordering on begging at this point. He groans out his permission as he fucks up into you, his cock completely slick from all your juices, making a squelching sound that has you grinning widely. The pleasure only Tony knows how to give you is intoxicating, and you want more of it until it comes to a high, and you squeeze his cock when you cum.

With a scream of his name, you cum on his cock, your juices squirting out during a prolonged orgasm while Tony keeps fucking into you. Not long after, Tony cums, too, with a groan of your name, spilling every last drop of his cum inside your pussy, until his balls are empty.

You're both coming down from your highs as you're panting, catching your breaths after the exercise you've just gotten. Sex with Tony always feels nothing short of amazing, but when you're this high in the air with the man you love, your pleasure is multiplied tenfold, and you want to do it again.

You lean forward to capture his lips in a soft, gentle kiss, your nails scratching his facial hair. When a few more pecks have been exchanged, you pull back to look at him through half-lidded eyes. You always knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, but this moment made it official. The look of love on Tony's face is one you will never get enough of, and just when you want to tell him that, a yawn escapes.

''Is it okay if I fall asleep here?" you ask sheepishly, his cock still buried deep inside you after you've both cum down from your shared orgasms. With a soft hum, he lets you know it's okay, and he turns his chair, taking the jet off autopilot and back to steering it himself. There are still over seven hours of the flight left, and he's more than happy to spend a big part of him with you cockwarming him.

''I love you, Gorgeous," he whispers against your hair when you're almost asleep, and all you do is smile in response before letting the sleep take over. Sleeping in his arms is one of your favorite things to do, as you know you'll be safe in the arms of the love of your life.

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ddejavvu · 8 months

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ANI THOUGHTS HI IM HERE IM HERE

U want him to spank you because you’ve been so bad!!! teasing him all day!!! but he can’t hurt you too much because he loves you too much??? so after every spank he’s just absolutely tumbling out praises and saying how much he loves you and how you take him so well all the time that you’re confused as to whether this is a punishment or a reward because you’re about to cum just from him speaking to you thank you goodbye it’s late and I definitely have better ideas to present to you my monarch 🧎

send me dirty anakin thoughts <33

my monarch... stop no way i'm on my knees <33 i loved this and i'll definitely enjoy any other ideas you might have to giggle with me about!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this post is 18+, minors dni.

no bc i'm all for absolutely depraved insane anakin but also there is something so special to me about anakin who's so tender and sweet and loving that he just can't fathom hurting you!!! but you've begged him, you tell him that if he doesn't want to he doesn't have to, but you're not going to be upset with him either way and you'd really like for him to spank you a little bit <33 after all that's why you've been so cheeky today? did he not notice? and he starts to flash back to all of the times you'd bent over in front of him or squeezed a little too far up his thigh and it clicks in his head he's like oh. that was you trying to get on my nerves.

but the thing is nothing you do could ever get on his nerves. he's not annoyed that he's half-hard in the middle of a council meeting, his robes cover it anyways and he's just so happy you had your hands on him in the first place. he's not upset that you flashed your cleavage at him and then left without letting him touch you, he's thrilled to have seen your tits at all <3 anakin is so desperate for you that literally no amount of teasing is ever gonna frustrate him it's all gonna be purely satisfactory, bless him <3

but he's willing to at least try spanking you because obviously you want it and he wants nothing more than to make you happy and make you feel good so he's ushering you into his lap so that you can perch on his thighs. he balances you kind of precariously where your ass is hanging off of his knees but you're leaning against his chest, and you're like ani wait i'll lay over your lap- and he wraps his arms around you and goes 'no. i want to hold you, angel, i want to kiss you. i want you near me.' and boy does that work wonders for the butterflies in your stomach!!! so you let him press his mouth to your own and kiss you so so soft and sweet and tender and loving while his free hand rubs gently over the skin of your ass that's hung off of his knees just enough to give him a big enough target. his first slap is honestly pathetic, more of a pat than anything, but he murmurs a sweet 'iloveyou' into your mouth and you grip at his tunic and beg him to do it harder

once he actually gets going, he's good at it. he sets a good rhythm, and always makes sure to rub your sore ass all nice and soft to soothe the stinging sensation of his palm later. but all the while he's spilling praises and compliments onto your tongue, speaking into your mouth and assuring you that 'you're perfect' and that 'you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen' and that 'you're so good for me' and that 'i love you more than life itself''

it's so hard to stay perched on his lap like that!!!!!! you want him to be able to smack your ass more but your cunt is literally drooling onto his knees and they're offering you such firm, delicious friction when you grind against them that you want to lunge forwards and bounce yourself on his dick until you're both seeing stars <3 he definitely fucks you well after that, if you beg for him with big teary eyes he'll kiss away the moisture on your face and pacify you with his cock while telling you that you're perfect and he loves you <333

in future you always request that he uses his prosthetic hand to do it, because whether he's got his glove on or not it's so thrilling to feel either cool metal or cool leather against your ass <3333 butttt of course he uses his other hand too sometimes, because there's something undeniably filthy about the sound of his skin cracking against yours that he can't refuse.

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giggle-bee · 4 months

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Triple Threat (Squealing Santa 2023!)

Hi, @hakurei-k, I'm your Santa for this year! Sorry this is a little late, but I hope you still enjoy it! It was a challenging prompt since I don't typically write intense stuff with multiple lers, but it was a fun fic to do, and I'm so happy I got you!! I also want to thank @squealing-santa, Hypah, for being such an amazing host!! Couldn't have done it without you, thank you for keeping the tradition alive!

(Ler!Barbatos, Ler!Solomon, Ler!Simeon, Lee!MC)

Warnings: pranks, suprise tickles

Summary: Barbatos has a day off but doesn't know how to spend it. How better to than with you? Mediating a prank war wasn't in the plans, though.

Word Count: 1.8k

When Diavolo had first approached Barbatos about taking the day off, he was against the idea. “My Lord, the New Year’s celebration is not far away. The castle must be prepared for guests, there is much work to be done-” “Exactly my thoughts! You’ve been working tirelessly, my friend, you deserve some time to yourself. It’s my castle, I want to have part in the decorating! Besides, I know you’ve been keeping an eye on that new tea house. Take the day and relax, Barbatos.”

Diavolo patted him on the back and left Barbatos standing in his office, lost for words and with a blank mind for the first time in a while. For anyone else, the opportunity would be a blessing, to leave your duties behind and pay attention to the parts of your life neglected. All Barbatos could think about was the castle in a state of disarray, clashing colors, decorations strewn haphazardly about the place, anything less than perfect was not acceptable.

However, Diavolo’s pout if he figured out Barbatos was still working during his break was too heartbreaking to think about. Barbatos sighed, pulling out his DDD and pulling up his messages with you.

Barbatos MC, would you like to join me at Witch’s Brew this afternoon? My schedule has been cleared.

MC Oh? Is that the new tea place across from Majolish? I would love to!

Barbatos Alright. See you at noon.

Witch’s Brew was a quaint shop that sold both loose leaf teas, tea sets, and delicious desserts. To a demon like Barbatos, it was heaven. The aroma of dried flowers and warmth tickled his nose as he opened the door, sitting down at a small table with a candle in the middle. It was peaceful here, soft music playing over the speakers and setting a light ambience to the space. Ordering some tea for the both of you would be his first order of business. The fragrant notes of hibiscus and lemon called to him from behind the counter, he would bring it back to the table piping hot and waiting.

A smile came across his lips as he imagined you taking the first sip, your eyes lighting up at the sweet flavor- rich and floral with a hint of tart to balance it. The thought was almost as sweet as you were. The tinkling of the doorbell made Barbatos glance up hopefully from his cup, eyes alight when he saw you. But you weren’t carefree and jubilant as usual. He picked up on the nervous glances you were sending around the room, your hesitant steps towards the table, and most of all, you hadn’t greeted him with so much as a smile yet. Quite unusual.

“Ah, hello Barbatos! Sorry I’m late,” you whispered, smoothing your clothes and sitting in the chair he pulled out for you. The demon cocked an eyebrow at your behavior, instantly analyzing your expression. He knew something was up.

“Would you like to tell me what is obviously bothering you? You look like someone is out to get you.”

“Ahaha… well…” You scratched your arm, averting your gaze and peering down into the teacup. “You could say that.” You chose to elaborate on the prank war currently going on in Purgatory Hall, the one you had started a week ago. Luke had voted on staying out of things, which meant you, Solomon, and Simeon would have to prank amongst yourselves.

Pulling out all the stops this morning, you had set up several pillows to fall onto Simeon’s head, covering him in feathers. You had swiped one of Solomon’s singing potions earlier in the week and mixed it into a batch of cookies, which had him singing curses for the next hour. You had found these harmless pranks extremely funny, but both Solomon and Simeon were sure to get you back.

“So that’s why I have to stay vigilant! They could be anywhere, Barbatos, I have to keep a lookout,” you explained, taking a sip of your tea. The flavor was complex and delicate, a nice reprieve from the chaos going on with your friends. You melted into the warm drink, nodding at the teapot, “This was a good pick, thank you for letting me try it!”

Barbatos shook his head with a fond smile. He knew you were “I believe tea is better when shared in good company, so it’s my pleasure.” Pouring you two another cup, he thought on your predicament. If Solomon and Simeon were working together, it could spell disaster for everyone in Purgatory Hall.

Humming in thought, Barbatos finished his tea and set the cup down gently onto a saucer. “Can I escort you back? Like I said, my schedule is clear for the day, so it would be no trouble. That way, you won’t have to worry about anything on your way,” he offered. Barbatos knew they would never do anything to harm you, but if it would make you feel better, it was worth it.

You perked up, relief washing over your face. “I would appreciate it, those two like to scare me as much as it is.”

Taking a dessert to go, you and Barbatos left the teahouse and started the journey back to the House of Lamentation. On the way, you talked about everything from next year’s classes to Satan’s newest cat adoption antics. Barbatos felt at ease talking to you, as he always did. His worries for the celebration faded with every step as he let you take the wheel of the conversation. Before you knew it, you two were on the doorstep.

“Thank you for walking me here, Barbs. We need to do this again sometime!” You opened the door and were about to wave goodbye when two arms pulled you into the foyer. Barbatos quickly moved inside, surprised by the sight that greeted him.

Solomon and Simeon had trapped you in their arms, encircling you like twin felines playing a game of cat and mouse. Solomon’s deadly smirk was something you knew all too well, paired with Simeon’s laughing eyes, they had been out to get you from the start. “You fell right into our trap, MC~” Simeon purred in your ear, watching your eyes flit between the trio of people in the room. Well, one human, one angel, and one demon. The mischievous fire in Solomon’s eyes appeared anything *but* human to you in this moment.

Solomon looked to the demon at the door, “What do you think is a fitting punishment for our friend here, Barbatos?”

Barbatos slowly stepped forward until he was in front of you three, assessing the situation. “Seeing as they’ve confessed their transgressions to me already, I believe something… like this will suffice,” Barbatos reasoned, grinning at your shocked face.

“Barbatos! You’re supposed to be on my side- HEY!” Barbatos wormed his hand between you and Simeon to give your side a squeeze, making you curl into Solomon. Simeon started to snicker at the idea, using his free hand to scribble around your neck while Solomon’s smile grew wolfish. “I think that’s a great idea, don’t you think so, MC?”

You were trying not to react to Simeon’s gentle scribbles, your cheeks puffing out and your lips pouting to hide your smile. “N-no! Not a great idea! Barbatos- help me!”

Raising an eyebrow, the demon tilted his head to the side, “You want me to help? Alright, I can manage that. After all, I have no obligations today, I can spend as much time as I want here.”

Barbatos latched onto your sides, kneading into them with sudden speed and vigor that you weren’t prepared for. Your straight faced facade went flying out the window as you tried to wiggle away from the tickles to no avail. Solomon and Simeon seemed to have the same idea, the angel’s fingers finding a home in your armpits and Solomon’s squeezing at your hipbones. “WHAHAHAIT! NOhOHoO!”

You had endured tickle attacks from all three of them separately, but together, the trio was insufferably good at reducing you to a laughing fit. They continued to scribble and poke all over your worst spots, Simeon finding a good spot on your lower tummy that almost sent you backwards. Every time you got used to something, one of them would move, sending you into giggles all over again.

“I almost forgot how ticklish they are! Solomon, keep that up,” Simeon laughed with delight at how you squirmed away from Solomon’s evil hands that were currently chasing your ribs. “If I were you, I would stay still- it would be done a looooot faster!” Solomon chirped from your left, tazing your ribs and making you fall into Barbatos’s waiting arms.

“Your laugh is almost as sweet as the tea, you know,” Barbatos whispered quietly, kneading into your lower back and sides, chuckling when you tried to pull away with a blush. Simeon gasped and excitedly pulled you away, hugging you tight against his chest.

“Theres this thing I used to do to Luci when he would misbehave, let me show you!” He closed his eyes and you felt invisible feathers gliding across your ears and neck, making you scrunch up. The feathers seemed to reach all of your worst spots, soft but they tickled like hell. When you felt one graze the bottom of your foot, you squeaked in surprise, how was this even possible? Simeon’s laugh sounded like bells, contrasting with your loud and squealy one. “I cAhAHaAHaN’t! PlEHehAHeaSe!”

He slowed down the feathers of his wings to softly stroke up and down your arms, letting you collapse into him. Solomon ruffled your hair, “You all tired out? I think it’s payback for making me sing through all of breakfast. Simeon looked like a fancy chicken this morning,” he laughed. Simeon rolled his eyes, “Did you learn your lesson, MC? Never mess with Purgatory Hall, or you’ll awaken the tickle monsters that live there!” He tapped your nose, taking note of your lingering smile and flushed cheeks. He grinned and gave you a hug, releasing you.

Barbatos had his hands behind his back, almost like he hadn’t contributed to your ticklish demise. “The cake is still outside, would you like me to bring it in?” His sly smirk didn’t go unnoticed, you nodded, rolling your eyes. “You were supposed to help me!”

“I never said I would help you. Besides, I think you deserved a little prank back for the ones you performed,” he noted, bringing the slice of matcha cake inside.

With a sigh, you took the bag, holding out the delectable sweet. “How about a truce? Do you guys wanna split this?” All three of them nodded, causing you to smile. As you made your way towards the den, Barbatos concluded that his day off was a day well spent.

#squealing santa 2k23 #ss2k23 #obey me tickles #obey me tickle fic #ler!barbatos #ler!solomon #ler!simeon #lee!mc #lee!reader #honey #bee writes

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fallloverfic · 1 month

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Me: I read/watch Delicious in Dungeon for The Plot The Plot (spoilers for S01E13: Red Dragon III/Good Medicine, and CW: blood):

Thank you Trigger for adding this, this was not in the manga, blessings be upon you and your families. I did not know that last episode Chilchuck asking if they'd never escape the crotch would be prophetic alkdjalj

Listen, if I told you how many screencaps I took of Laios in his civvies/pajamas... well. He looks beautiful. 15/10 great job, Trigger, thank you.

I am also still soft for the siblings.

He is so worried about her.

Laios do have a lovely back, though.

Shoutout to Trigger for keeping all the times Senshi and the other characters faceplant in each other's crotches for this whole little arc lol I took so many screencaps of Laios though, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for them to animate this.

Unconscious luggage Laios is the best. Love how Senshi carries him (and that all three guys are standing behind Marcille, who is protecting them).

Just laser-focused for me.

And the party pile alkdjlaj I was waiting for this so much alkdjalj Poor unconscious Laios, with Senshi squishing his crotch. Poor Marcille, stuck beneath both their tank and their bulky damage dealer and their rogue, all after fighting an army of blood dragons and using ancient magic to revive someone. Life's never fair for the mage.

I always loved the way Chilchuck just lifts up Laios' leg alkdjlaj The tall-man is literally too tall for him aldkjalj

I have been specifically waiting for them to animate this for months lakjdlaj This whole sequence is one of my favorite parts of the manga and ahh they did such a good job!!!

They kept the chest push, just incredible. Bless.

I just love how Kui really explored how races of different sizes and heights interact with each other and how it changes different things. Laios is literally a tall-man and the tallest member of their party, and the buffest in a different way than Senshi is (Senshi is sturdier and generally far stronger, but Laios is their tank for a reason). And despite Senshi's strength, and Laios being badly injured, they still cannot fully compensate for the fact that Laios is still the biggest of them all.

Also they added this alkdjla And I love it so much alkdjaj In the manga, Laios has his left leg pulled back a bit to make room for Chilchuck (or maybe just because it's how he sits down after Senshi and Chilchuck finally push him over), but here he's literally between Laios' legs in part because Laios is just so tall and Chilchuck is just very small by comparison.

I just ahhhh Chilchuck trying to keep him seated just kills me...

Ahh these shots just end me. They all look so good and I love how they're arranged. I love how desperate Chilchuck is to appeal to him, because Chilchuck doesn't want him to die T-T He knows how much Laios is hurting over Falin, both mentally and physically (he is still recovering from when she hit him), but...

Overall this was a phenomenal episode, and it was adapted really well. I loved how the characters played off each other, the voice acting and music were wonderful, the animation was excellent, just... ahhhh

Other delicious Plot:

The Plot in Episode 3

The Plot in Episode 7

The Plot in Episode 9

The Plot in Episode 11

The Plot in Episode 13 (you are here)

The Plot in Episode 14

The Plot in Episode 15

The Plot in Episode 16

The Plot in Episode 17

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villainessxassassin · 2 years

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Overprotective brother

(Seperate) Vice housewardens + Ruggie x reader

You and your brother were both transported into night raven collage. Safe to say your brother does his very best to thwart away any suiters. But what happens when he discovers that you were in love with someone and that said person tries to win your brother over? Will he give them their blessings?

-Listen, your brother loves Trey.

-He’s just being in denial that someone like him could take away his little sibling.

-so your brother does his best to find anything bad about Trey

-He gave up because he couldn’t find anything bad or vile about him. In fact your brother commented that he’s a perfect househusband.

-you became a blushing mess with what he said but hey it means your brother likes Trey because he complimented him right?

-Anyway Trey knew about how your brother tried to find some sorts of flaws in him. you told him

-You decided to tell Trey that your brother is fond of pastries and he decided to make something for brother.

-Your brother was suspicious on why Trey decided to make a tart for him.

-Tsk. Do you really think your brother can be easily won over by his baking-

-.......

-It was actually delicious.

-What’s this? Your brother suddenly ate six pieces of tarts.

“You know what Trey you can happily marry my sibling in the future, I wouldn’t mind”

“I’m glad to have your blessing then. I promise to take care of them well“

“Yes yes take care of me as well too.“

-Your brother just won the jackpot if he can’t cook, he’ll have a brother -in-law who can cook for him and his sibling.

-Your brother is trying to process things because he could've sworn he saw the said boy you like just eat a dandelion of the ground-

-is he okay?

-starts to get on another level of skeptical once you explained the incident that happened at Magical shift

-was going to outwardly reject the idea of both of you being in a relationship

-but after seeing how Ruggie acted differently when around you made his resolution waver

-After knowing how ruggie doesn’t only care about himself and is willing to try his best to support his family and everyone else back in his hometown almost led him to tears

-but instead of feeling pity for the guy he felt admiration for all the hardship he had to go through

-is also impressed to know he can cook and do household chores (you can thank that lazy azz leona for that-)

-it took awhile for him to accept but in the end he did, and now you have to deal with both of them being troublemakers for you

well sure ruggie would be rusty at the start of a relationship, but once he's able to see you as someone who isn't just giving him a relationship to gain something in return, he'll be willing to steal the whole world for you if needed be<33

-Why must you date one of the scariest guys in NRC?

-for real though your brother is terrified and intimidated by Jade.

-You must really love giving your brother a heart attack- No Jade stop smiling at him like that you don’t want to kill your significant other’s brother right??

-Haiyaaa he really needs to talk some sense into you.

-Still despite Jade’s menacing aura, scary smile, and how shady he is. Jade really treats you well.

-Your brother’s standards aren’t really high as long as they treat you properly like a gentleman then he’ll approve.

-And Jade’s the epitome of gentleman.

-Still you must have a death wish or somethi-

“Uwah it’s shrimpy’s brother~“

“You- stay far away from me- Don’t chase me- y/n help me damn it!“

-You know what Jade’s twin brother Floyd is much more scarier to him.

-He feels threatened every time Floyd says how squeezable he his.

“You know what Jade I approve of your relationship just please stop your brother from squeezing me to death!“

“Oya oya you hear that Y/n? I finally got your brother’s approval.“

-Your brother didn’t like Jamil after what transpired at Scrabia.

-your brother would always be by your side if Jamil’s near the vicinity.

-He’ll admit that Jamil is also househusband material due to how experienced he is.

-you know cooking, will serve you well, etc.

-But still your brother is suspicious of him.

-Jamil knew that of course, you said that its his way to look out for you due to how you're his only sibling.

-He understands your brother’s feelings as well seeing as he also plays the brother role.

-One time Jamil and your brother had an encounter with each other alone. He told your sibling that time that you deserved better than him.

-Your brother asked him why but Jamil’s answer shocked him.

“Unlike me, Kalim he could offer everything your sibling wants. I am merely a servant of the Asim family and could burden her.”

-Your brother decided to comfort him.

“Listen, my sibling chose you instead of Kalim because she sees something in you that Kalim doesn’t have. Besides, they aren’t ones to fall for someone because of their ranks rather, they much prefer hardworking people.“

-After that conversation, the two of them started to get along and you were happy.

-Because your sibling just allowed Jamil to court you right?

-your brother seriously questions your taste.

-Then you remind him he has horrible taste for girls as well which makes him flustered.

-But in all seriousness why would you want that man to court you?

-Rook knows about your brother's obvious dislike for him, you comforted him about it and he said that he wasn't at all offended and it fuels him to get your sibling's approval

-thus the start of hunting for your brother's approval

-pestering him, stalking him, annoying him, etc. Leona was grateful that Rook was not bothering him anymore, no he didn't feel sorry for your brother.

-Your sibling was greatly annoyed while you being the menace of a little sibling laughed at his suffering but also told him to get along with him for his little sibling's sake.

How did Rook get your brother’s approval?

- Well your brother witnessed one time how lovey-dovey you two are and was annoyed.

-but then he noticed how bright you've smiled while being with Rook.

-he also noticed that he genuinely cares about you via the love poems Rook would recite or write to you.

-And honestly, he was happy that you've found someone who'd care for you like that.

-So the next day when Rook pesters him again your brother told him that he got his approval to date you and accept him in the family.

-Rook was happy that all of his hard work paid of, you were happy as well that your brother finally accepted him

-Although that didn't stop him from annoying your brother and him doing his best not to pop a blood vessel.

-Your brother and Leona does their best to hide away from Rook <33

-Why... Why does your brother even try to thwart of Lilia at this point.

--Your brother could only get heart attacks when Lilia greets him via being upside down

-Lilia tried to cook for him since you recommended that your brother loves eating food.

"What's this?"

"It's your favorite food your sibling told me"

"I-is it now?"

-your brother will admit though he's impressed with Lilia's vast knowledge and how wise he is

-he then remembers that he's lived for many years

-After a LOT of coaxing, your brother eventually accepts him

-although, you'll never find him taking another taste of his cooking unless he wanted to end his life right then and there

"tsk I've only accepted you in dating my sibling because you somewhat met my standards."

"OHO? If that's the case then shouldn't you address me properly?~"

"What on earth do you mean?"

"You know that I'm older than you right?~"

"Yes what about it?"

"Heh- you may call me Big. Brother. Lillia~"

"Yeah no old man"

Starts to rethink everything because apparently his whole lives preparation led him to having a vampire grandpa as a soon to be brother in law 🦇

____

*only writes ruggie's hc and leaves* Guinevere you're on your own 🚶‍♀️

*Guinevere proceeding to write everything else as she should💅*

“I’m fine :))”

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arcielee · 7 months

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Let's spread some positivity! Tag some of your fellow content creators here and let them know why they are absolutely amazing!❤️

Okay, so I am relieved because I got two of these anons 💜 This will be some of my HotD favorites and forgive me if anyone slipped my mind. I just love reading the talent that floods my dashboard... and I let this sit in my drafts for fucking weeks because I hated the idea of forgetting someone.

So, just consider this just a few of my favorites, part 1. 😅

Anyway, Read More to save dashboard space!

@sylasthegrim I was obsessed with your work on ao3 and you were so gracious with every inane comment I left on your every chapter, every story posted. Love is a Downfall was one of my first HotD fanfics I read and I was a woman obsessed. Thank you for being so wonderful. 💜

@hamatoanne You are one of my og Tumblr kindred spirits and I have loved every story you have shared with us. Your writing is brilliant and gets better with every new piece you share. You have this brazen fearlessness with your words that I adore, and you are one of the sweetest people I know on this hellsite. 💜

@squirmhoney I just adore you writing style, the palpable tension you create in a one-shot or a series, just the raunchy deliciousness that leaves me clutching my damn pearls. 💜

@lonnson I truly adore your artwork, your writing, and your wit. The gods have truly favored you with your apparent talent (but also us, since you are so kind to share with us your writing and art) and I feel lucky to call you a Tumblr kindred spirit. 💜

@myfandomprompts Your humor has me cackling like a loon. I love your stories, your gifs, your random posts that have me a grinning fool. I love getting glimpses for whatever will come next, just blessing my eyeballs with your brilliance. 💜

@theoneeyedprince I love your prose and your pacing to create a narrative that allows me to just disappear from the real world. Your Aemond is just perfection and you are a gem. 💜

@inthedayswhenlandswerefew Maggie's Suffering Sundays are one of my favorite things. Your story telling has made me into a lifelong fan and I will literally read anything that you create. (Case and point, me in my Ben Hardy era.) 💜

@theromanticegoist Your talent, your prose literally breathes life into me. You have a flow to your words that reads like a dream and every piece posted is my comfort fic. Thank you. 💜

@myfandomprompts Your creations, your stories are some of my favorite. I know your talent is not limited to HotD (thank the gods) but you are just so truly wonderful and it must be said. 💜

@barbieaemond Your creations, from gifs to stories, are some of my favorites on this hellsite. I adore your brilliant brain and everything that comes from it. Your humor and wit have me cackling maniacally and I don't give a damn who hears it. 😂💜

@chattylurker Your reblogs bring me to life and your tags have everything so organized. You are a true gem in this fandom. 💜

Some of my favorite writers include: @aemonds-fire @evermorre @solisarium @sapphire-writes @namelesslosers @hightowhxre @lovelykhaleesiii @fan-goddess @dreamsofoldvalyria@dcmnatio @st-eve-barnes @lauraneedstochill @fairysluna @humanpurposes @farity @jacevelaryonswife @marthawrites @devthlyangels @zae5

Those whose art takes my breath away @cyeco13 @slytherincursebreaker @bluecoffeebeanz @paintb0x @anamiguelmendes @azperja (but their writing is also just as brilliant!)

#☆ arcie's fic recs #i love my talented tumblr kindred spirits

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cybervesna · 5 months

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OC INTERVIEW

Thank you @olath124! You're literally a blessing cuz I really wanted to do it! 💜 Tagging: @sidver @ixov612 @wolv2077 @blackrevell @beesbee @petrichoryvr if you want to! Let's be honest, Wiosna would only answer these if she was under truth serum. Normally, she would just stare unapologetically at the interviewer without saying anything. And it doesn't matter if it was a scary interrogation or not, she simply doesn't care to answer. Well unless... there's someone specific asking her questions. So, what's your NAME? Be more specific. The one I'm known for? SPR1NG. The name that makes every 'runner at Arasaka shit their pants? ATH3N4. Name that I use on my documents? Wiosna Blazkowicz. Or perhaps, you mean the one I was born with that will make every Polish corpo-aristocrat bow to me? Wiosna Honorata Kochanowska.

Any NICKNAMES?

Spring. Wiosenka if you're my man or my babcia. [grandmother]

Your GENDER?

At birth cursed with the hardship of womanhood.

So Spring, do you know your STAR SIGN?

No idea what you need that for but I'm Sagittarius. If you're basing your knowledge on people on some astrology signs you need to get help.

HEIGHT?

176 centimeters. Oh wait, we are in America. 5'9 I guess.

And what's your ORIENTATION?

Man, twice my age that can make me worse. Specifically, the one that could crush my skull with his bare hands. The dangerous man that everyone is scared of, but I will still call him my good, good boy.

You're talking about someone specific, don't you?

Dunno, do I? *smiles*

Okay, next question. Your NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY?

Born and raised in Poland in the mighty Kochanowcy family. Although, my mother was half-Japanese.

Your FAVE FRUIT?

Cherries. My family owns land in a remote area in Poland that we... they use for summertime. There's an orchard with all kinds of fruits and cherries straight from the tree are the most delicious thing on this planet.

FAVE SEASON?

Spring, obviously. But back in my country, where the grass is green, and the trees soaking in flower blossoms.

FAVE FLOWER?

I have a preference for flowers with meaning. If my man gives me a bouquet of flowers, it's nice. But if he gives me a bouquet of red roses while also assuring me how much he loves me... Yeah, I will give him that head.

Ekhem... Anyway... FAVE SCENT?

Honestly, I want to say the perfume I use... But it's cigarettes mixed with fragrance my man uses. And I'm not saying that lightly, I fucking hate the smell of cigarettes.

Okay, what do you prefer COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE?

Hot real chocolate. Teuscher is the best, but Wedel tastes like my childhood.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP?

Assuming I care to count that waste of time? Definitely below what's humanly considered enough to survive.

Spring, are you a DOG OR CAT PERSON?

Both, actually. Pure and innocent souls that always try to heal the deepest wounds of our twisted minds. Too bad they can't understand we are rotten to the core and there's nothing to save. Still love them for it.

DREAM TRIP?

Sometimes I dream of going to the land of never going back. There's a person who would be mad at me for doing it, and I don't like when he's angry with me... or sad.

No comment on that. Next, FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?

Darth Vader. God, I want to be loved the way Padme was loved. I want to be loved so, so much that it will make my man go insane at the idea of me being gone. I want to be loved so much that when I'm gone, my man will make it the problem of the whole universe. [Author's note: She is loved that way, and my headcanon is that Phantom Liberty and the "change of Kurt's plans" So Mi talks about is a testimony to it.]

I see. NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH?

The fuck is this question.

Nevermind then. RANDOM FACT?

Kurt wears boxers with NUSA flag. Wiosna what the fuck, you didn't had to say that I'm literally the one wearing them. Yeah, but your boys didn't know.

#wiosna blazkowicz #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 phantom liberty #cyberpunk 2077 oc #my oc #vesna blazkowicz #cyberpunk 2077 fanlore #cyberpunk 2077 headcanon #phantom liberty #cyberpunk oc #phantom liberty oc

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datcravat · 6 months

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HELLO HI !!!!! I GRABBED THE FULL PIN SET A LITTLE EARLIER AND IM SOSOSO EXCITED TO HOLD THE THEM... TYSM FOR THE DELICIOUS FOOD !! 🙏 im gna split them with my younger brother bc we ADORE ghost trick and let me tell u when the ghost trick port got announced we were watching it live and Actually screamed (in the bg of our sister's work call LOL woops) and anyway ur a well known household name among my siblings and my brother will be very very excited :-) i got ur ghost trick print for him a while back so tbh like. just know tht u have loyal repeat customers for any ghost trick merch u ever drop. ANYWAY im done rambling thank u for making the lovely pins hope u have a great day !!!!

OMG HI. I had no idea!! Thank you so much for buying the pins too haha, holy shit. Your family has amazing taste, gahaha. Hopefully with our power gradually over time Ghost Trick will become as big a cult classic as Ace Attorney did once it became available on all platforms!!! I'm hoping that being able to wear pretty pins is a good bit of rep for it. So excited for you guys to get them. And how kind of you to gift your brother a ghost trick print!! AND YOU CHOSE MY ONE AAGFHGFHG

What an amazing game!!!

My mum handles shop orders and we both weren't expecting this many to come in from tumblr alone!! She's been working all day bless her!!

Also here's another close up of LynneEEEEEEEEEEEE

#ask #ghost trick

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shade-pup-cub · 2 months

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For a fanfic suggestion, how about Four getting sick as a consequence of being so small? Like overeating because they keep giving him big portions 'because he's still growing!' and getting sick from it, or from a wrong potion dosage. Maybe he's more susceptible to hypothermia or heat strokes. Just spitballing ideas! Four is my favourite but I don't see too many fanfics of him :(

Hi Anon! Hope you enjoy. Stay tuned because the next one-shot I’m posting is of Four.

Thank you for the request!🖤

If Four had to describe his fellow heroes in the way of the roles they played dynamically Sky would be the ‘Mother Cucco’ who is always brooding over the sick or injured in a way that wasn’t suffocating. Time would be that ‘Dad Friend’ or ‘Cool Uncle’ that you knew was awesome, but also knew you better listen to. Twilight was the ‘Protector’ and ‘Big Brother’ for obvious reasons and Four would never call him the group's pet due to how disrespectful that would be, but it was nice to have someone like Twi who could shift even if Four hated dark magic. Hyrule was of course the group’s ‘Doc’ and everyone had learned to listen to him or get a slap upside the head. An angry healer meant for a bad day.

There was one person in the group that Four (more so Red) had a soft spot for and that was Wild, their designated ‘Chef’. Bless that man for being able to cook! Four was going to die of starvation with the others cooking.

Wild was the last to join them and it was beyond clear that he did not trust anyone outside of Twilight and somewhat Sky, since the First Hero was the one holding the Master Sword. He was quiet, skittish, feral and had his own odd ticks that Vio liked to sort through and keep notes on, just like he did with the others, but Wild was a challenge to him.

Four made it a point to learn everyone’s written language as well as sign language, proving useful with Wild. None of the others, except Twi, could understand what Wild was signing to them. So when Four figured out the dialect and some of the sign changes, noticing that it really wasn’t too far off from his own, Wild began to open up to him.

This was all months ago and Wild was now fully talking to everyone, more laid back and he had a dynamic role that he fell into as the cook. Cooking brought a smile to Wild’s face and Red beamed at how much happier the newest member was while being able to feed everyone.

That was exactly where the problem was. Red refused to hurt Wild’s feelings when it came to the food. The other Colors would say something, but Red always won that argument. It wasn’t that he disliked Wild’s food, no, it was the amount. Wild and Hyrule were a bottomless pit for food, Time and Sky could easily eat two full servings of just about any meal while Wind and Twilight could go for thirds. Four was lucky to get through one serving! Heaven forbid the meal was heavy on rice and meat and not because it was filling.

Like any other night where they could afford to have a fire going, Wild cooked. It was a hearty meal of rice, a red meat that was cooked perfectly, seasonings and Wild even added two fried eggs with runny yolks. Damn it if Wild knew this was Four’s weakness, his favorite meal and the added eggs were the cherry on top.

Four gave a bright smile when Wild handed him his bowel filled past the brim with deliciousness, eyes flashing with a hit of red.

‘Red, don’t you do it.’

‘Shut it Blue! Did you see how happy he was? He hasn’t been able to cook in a week due to Hyrule restricting what he can do.’

‘That’s Wild’s own fault, Red.’ Green did not have the other Color’s back, choosing to side with Blue.

‘Vio, help me out here.’ Red pleaded.

Vio sighed, ‘We go through this every time. Why are we still fighting over it?’

‘Oh, thanks a lot Vi. You could have been the one that Red listened to.’ Blue snapped.

‘Can we just eat and let Red be happy? He has been looking forward to this all week.’ They could hear the mental tiredness in Green’s voice.

‘Yes!’ Red happily shouted in their shared mind.Four gave a slight wiggle where he sat, bringing a small amount of attention to him.

“Someone is happy to have Wild back to full health.” Legend snickered.

“I’m just happy Hyrule isn’t cooking. I don’t think I can handle another night of potential food poisoning.” Four hummed with the first bite.

“Hey! I can hear you!” Hyrule said from across camp, not truly mad.

“I didn’t say anything that I wouldn’t say to your face.”

When Twilight said he was full after two servings and Wind said the same after one, Four knew he was in trouble. He slowed his pace, but made it a point to finish the whole meal and pushed through the meat sweats and the bloated feeling.

Barely able to move after all the food, Four gingerly laid down on his bedroll, trying to get comfortable. He pretended to be asleep while Time asked who would be on watch, thankful that he didn’t have to be on a shift. It didn’t change the fact that he was awake in the middle of the night.

His eyes flashed open as a shooting pain like a hot knife being stabbed into his lower right abdomen erupted suddenly. Oh that wasn’t good. He placed a hand over the area, applying pressure, relieving some of the pain. Letting go of the pressure made him see little swirls of color. Curling into a ball worked for a moment, but he had to shove his fist into the spot again, have one leg out slightly and the other tucked under him to help increase the pressure.

“Four?”

‘Shit! That’s Hyrule!’ Blue hollered.

‘Shhh!! Keep it down will you? Last thing we need is to have a headache with this.’ Green snapped back.

‘Should we split?’

‘Red, no, that would just make four of us have the same issue and everyone freak out.’ Vio was trying to be calm.

“Four, hey, what’s wrong?” Hyrule asked as he knelt close by.

“N-nothing.”

“You suck at lying. Come on, let me help with whatever this is.” A hand rubbed along his back. “You are burning up and sweating through your tunic. How long have you been sick?”

“Just woke up with it. I’ll be fine.” Four sniffled, not crying.

“Is it something you ate?”

“N-no!” Four shot up into a sitting position causing all of it to be much worse.

Hyrule quirked an eyebrow. “So it was something you ate. No one else is sick though.”

Four held his breath for a moment with his eyes closed trying to will the pain away. “Please don’t tell Wild.”

“Don’t tell me what?” Damn shift change!

‘Noooo!’ Red cried out.

‘Busted, might as well spill it.’ Vio said in a non comforting way.

When Four didn’t say anything, Hyrule stepped in. “Four got sick on something he ate and didn't want help and didn’t want you to know.”

Wild squatted down beside the other two. “How about you let Hyrule help you then we can figure out what made you sick?” Wild gave a soft, but concerned smile.

‘He’s… not mad?’

Giving a sigh, Four agreed and laid back on his back so Hyrule could examine. Warm tingling magic poured from Hyrule’s hand as he searched for the problem. Four tried to stay a still as he could, but wiggled his feet around. He relaxed more when Hyrule pushed on the area that was hurting, but when he let go, Four sucked in a ragged breath.

“It’s your Appendix.” Hyrule confirmed.

Four tilted his head. “The useless organ that does nothing outside of causing issues?”

“That’s the one. Now to fix it, you need to throw up or else it will rupture.”

Four’s ears dropped alongside Wild’s, who asked, “And it was because of something he ate?” Oh no. Wild was making the look Red never wanted to see. He was blaming himself for it.

“He probably ate too much or too fast or even both.” Hyrule reached a hand out for Hyrule to take so he could stand.

“Too much? Four, you only had one serving.” Wild stood and helped the smaller hero over to an area away from the rest of camp. It was slow moving, but they made it. “Want us to stay or-?”

Four didn’t give them a choice as he held onto a tree to promptly throw up everything his appendix thought to hang onto for later. Wild pulled Four’s headband back some to hold his hair away from his face as he told Hyrule to get a red potion.

“Only haa- half of oo- one please.” The dry heaving was worse than the actual throwing up.

Stomach settled and not trying to kill him, Four made it back to his bedroll and wanted nothing more than to face-plant into it and sleep for the next day. Insead he had to face Wild… well Red needed to face Wild.

“You going to tell me the big secret that you didn’t want me to know earlier?” Wild ask as he sat in front of Four and picked at the grass, starting to weave the ends together.

Red huffed and decided to come clean of his predicament. “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings by saying I wanted less food.” Wild seemed more confused than before and now that it was said out loud, Four felt a bit silly for it.

“Why would that hurt my feelings?”

“Cooking and feeding all of us makes you happy and I thought you would think that I didn’t like your food when really it’s much more complicated than that.”

“I’m listening.”

Hyrule passed the least filled potion he had to Four, giving him a look that he better drink.

“Both of you should probably hear this since it applies to potions too. Wild, you are the only one's knee caps I won’t break for saying that I’m still growing as if I’m close to Wind’s age and that is due to you meaning it in a kind way unlike when Legend or Wars says it to pick on me. I can’t eat as much as Wind because I’m not growing anymore due to a magic I was exposed to in one of my adventures. I can’t drink as much potion due to my size and it will eventually make me sick.”

Wild was the first to break the silence with a laugh. “Four, that's all you had to say. I wouldn’t have gotten mad or been hurt by that. Concerned maybe, at least until you told me why so I knew you weren’t starving yourself.”

“Same with the healing. The last thing anyone wants is for you to overdose on potions.” Hyrule added. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m tired and going to bed.”

Four watched him get up and walk over to where Legend was sleeping and land partly on top of him. The other let out an ‘oof’ and a grumble. “Do you want company during your watch?”

Wild shook his head. “You need sleep after all that. Get some rest Four. I’ll wake you and Hyrule last.” Wild stood and was walking away when he suddenly turned back aground. “Hey Red?”

Four jumped at being called one of the Colors and Red made sure to take over, eyes becoming the same color red as the tunic he wore. “Hmm?”

“I have smaller bowls that I can fill for you instead so it doesn’t look like you aren’t eating like normal. I’m sure Sky would say something if he thought you weren’t.”

Red had never been happier. “Thank you, Wild.” Four laid back down into his roll with a new found appreciation for his companions.

‘See, that wasn’t so difficult.’ Green whispered.

‘Shh, don’t rub it in.’

#anon request #fic request #hero of four swords #Red just want everyone happy #this was fun!#Thank you Anon!!#linked universe #four linked universe

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