#and head scratches and kisses and everything

[wildflowersandvibranium]

Pie with Promise

Pairing: Husband!Dad!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Pregnant!Reader

Summary: In the soft glow of city lights, it's clear—your little world of blankets , pie , tacos and baby kicks is everything you've ever needed.

Word Count: 2.2k ish

Warnings/Tags: PREGNANCY if that isn’t your thing then this isn’t the fic for you 🫶🏼

Fluff Fluff and how about more fluff!!! I think just food mentions , pregnancy symptoms and kissing 💖

If i missed anything let me know Authors Note: wrote my favorite thing ever to write again domestic dad Bucky 🤗 sorry NOT sorry hehe Tysm for every like comment reblog it means the world!!! see ya in the next one bbys 🌷

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The Dodgers game was playing low on the TV, the announcer’s voice a smooth hum in the background. 

The golden afternoon light slanted through the window blinds , cutting stripes across the soft throw blanket on your lap. 

You weren’t sure when your eyes had started closing , but you were sure that the last thing you remembered was your husband sitting next to you on the couch , flipping through a dog-eared deck of cards as he played solitaire across the coffee table. 

Half listening to the game he had bet on with Steve and Sam.

And that pie. God, the pie.

It was still warm from the oven , that perfect crisp edge on the buttery crust , and you’d been halfway through your second slice , balancing the plate against your belly like a shelf , when sleep tugged at you too hard to resist.

Now , your hand rested empty in your lap , save for a sticky smudge of pie filling on your pinky. 

The TV was still on , but Bucky was nowhere to be seen.  And your neck had the stiff ache of a too-long nap in an awkward position.

“Mmgh,” you groaned , rubbing your eyes as you stretched.

A small weight shifted under your chin with a soft prrrr.

Alpine. 

You and Bucky's cat you adopted about a year ago. She was the softest , fluffiest, whitest ,  little purrbox.

You smiled sleepily , lifting your hand to scratch the back of her fluffed ears. 

She gave you a squinty , unimpressed glance , the same kind she always gave when you dared to move after she’d deemed you a suitable warm , napping place.

Your dark gray weighted blanket, the one you didn’t remember grabbing—was tucked over your lap and belly. 

You smoothed a hand over it , heart melting at the thought: Bucky. 

He must’ve caught you dozing and covered you up , careful as ever.

You looked around , still foggy in that post nap way.

“Buck?” you called softly.

No answer.

You shifted to sit up , one hand bracing your lower back , the other cradling your belly. 

You’d just rounded into your third trimester , literally , and it was getting harder to do… Well , anything without your husbands assistance. 

Your spine and knees cracked when you stood , and Alpine gave a little mrrp of protest as you scooped her up with both hands under her arms.

“C’mon, baby,” you murmured to her, smoothing her fur. “Let’s go find daddy.”

She blinked slowly in a silent agreement.

The apartment was quiet except for the soft clink of something in the next room. 

As you padded toward the nursery , the muffled sound grew clearer—rustling paper , tools , and your husband’s familiar low hum as he read something aloud to himself, under his breath.

You stopped in the doorway, blinking when you saw him.

There he was—your Bucky—sock-clad feet tapping against the green nursery rug , a small screwdriver held between his fingers , hair tucked and pulled back messily behind his ears. 

He was crouched beside the half-assembled changing table , squinting down at the instructions in a way that screamed “I don’t agree with these people, but I’ll follow their dumb little diagrams anyway.”

Alpine leapt gently out of your arms and padded across the floor toward him. 

He glanced up just in time to see her and smiled , reaching out to stroke her back. “Hey, princess. Keepin’ Mama safe and warm out there?”

His head lifted to meet your gaze—and when his eyes found yours , that soft , crooked smile hit you like a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he said, voice low and soft. “You doin’ okay?”

You nodded , voice still raspy from sleep. “Yeah. Just woke up. Didn’t mean to knock out on the couch , but the pie took me out.”

He chuckled and sat back on his heels , wiping his hands on his sweatpants. “You passed out halfway through your last bite. I didn’t wanna wake you. You looked real peaceful… mouth open , droolin’ a little.” He teased winking.

“Rude,” you muttered, blushing.

“I loved it,” he grinned, then offered his hand to you to help you into the nursery recliner. “C’mon, sit with me.”

You took it gladly , letting him tug you close. Once you’d sunk into the chair, Alpine hopped into your lap and did a slow spin before curling into a fluffy loaf right on your bump.

“She’s obsessed with you,” Bucky murmured , crouching beside the recliner now, resting his chin on the armrest to be level with you. Your hands found his hair , lacing your fingers in it gently. 

“You and the baby. She follows you like a shadow.” he hummed.

“Jealous?” you teased, fingers dragging to his face , scratching his stubble.

He scrunched his nose. “Just a little.”

You smiled and leaned back, sighing as you stroked over your belly. “Doctor’s appointment is Thursday morning. That one’s the big one again—blood pressure, growth scan, the works.” 

He nodded, face serious. “I’ll be there.”

“I know , You always are.”

“And I’ll always be.”

You stared at him for a long second, your heart squeezing behind your ribs.

God , you loved him.

You bit your lip and looked down, stroking the top of Alpine’s head as she purred against you. “Okay ,  I sat as long as I could but I really gotta pee.”

He stood instantly , offering his hands. “Here , wait , let me help—”

“I can get up without you helping me like I’m made of glass , Bucky.”

“You’re carrying my child , doll. That makes you royalty. I serve at your pleasure.”

You laughed. “Well, tell your royal subject that their first order is to let their mama at least make it to the bathroom this time. And second order? Tacos. The baby’s demanding tacos.”

He gave a salute. “Understood. I’ll call the place on the corner.

You waddled toward the bathroom as he headed to the kitchen , muttering to himself about whether he should order one or four kinds of salsa.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The scent of Mexican spices and lime drifted through the apartment twenty minutes later.

You and Bucky stood barefoot on the balcony under the fading evening sky , tacos piled high on plates ,  a soft breeze ruffling your hair. 

He passed you a napkin and leaned against the railing beside you , shoulder brushing yours as you both devoured your favorites.

“I love it out here,” you mumbled between bites. “It’s serene , just us the city and these amazing tacos.”

He laughed out of his nose mid bite , staring down at your bump as you wiped salsa off your chin.

 “All of it. This place. You. The baby. Got my whole world , right here.” he said quietly.

You paused , taco halfway to your mouth , blinking back sudden tears.

“I’m gonna cry,” you whispered.

He nudged you gently with his elbow. “Not before you finish that taco.”

You snorted, leaning into him, resting your head on his shoulder.

Then, a beat later, you groaned rubbing your belly..

“Ughhhhhh, I’m too full and nauseous now.”

He held out his hand. “Gimme.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Gimme the taco. You’re not wasting that.”

You passed him your plate and watched him finish off your last half in two bites.

It was a little tradition of yours.

He always finished what you couldn’t eat.

 A quiet, stupidly sweet thing you never talked about—but just did. Ever since your first date. 

Makes you cry everytime you think of it. 

You two meeting up at an Italian restaurant down the street , Bucky picked the place hoping to impress you. 

He bought a beautiful bouquet of peonies  , when you took them with a soft thank you ,  it wasn't the restaurant or even the pretty arrangement that stole your heart , but that lopsided crooked smile that met Buckys eyes when he looked at you. 

The crinkle in his nose when he laughed , his bright blue eyes and of course him being the sweetest man on the planet were all pluses. But man that smile stole your heart fully and wholly that day. 

And now look at you two.

You watched him slurp his soda as his free hand rested gently against your belly. Not rubbing, not talking. 

Just resting. Present.

You turned your face into his shoulder , eyes fluttering closed as the sky turned pink.

You  stayed tucked against his shoulder just like that for a while. 

The scent of tacos , laundry detergent , and everything that made up him filling your nose. 

His arm wrapped around your back gently , fingers drawing slow , soothing circles just under your ribs.

“I can feel you thinkin’,” he murmured.

You smiled. “I’m always thinking.”

“About?” he pressed gently.

You sighed. “Nursery. Delivery. If I’m going to poop on the table in front of you.”

He let out a short , surprised laugh.

 “Baby doll, I’ve seen worse remember that time in your second trimester when you-” 

He began but you covered his mouth quickly with your hand. 

“I thought you promised to never speak of that again?” you whined face red with embarrassment

“I'm sorry , okay , but you think I’m gonna blink twice if you poop during labor?”

“You say that now…’

“I mean it. I’ll be right there holding your hand and telling you how beautiful you are , how proud I am of you , and how amazing you are for bringing another life into this world.”

Your heart fluttered. 

You let your hand slide over his on your belly.

 “Okay. Then I’m not as scared.”

“Good,” he said softly , pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“We’re gonna be okay, all three of us.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The sky was dark now , just a faint gold halo left around the skyline. 

The city buzzed below you, but it felt so far away from your little bubble of safety and quiet. 

It always did when you were with him.

Bucky gently pushed back your hair. “You ready to go inside?”

You nodded, belly feeling heavier by the second. “Yeah. I think I need to lie down.”

“I’ll get the blanket. You get comfy.”

You both padded barefoot back inside , the taco plates clinking softly as he set them in the sink making a mental reminder to wash them in the morning.

You waddled straight to the nursery , Alpine trailing behind you , tail up like a little white flag. 

The soft rug under your feet , the pastel paint , the faint scent of baby lotion—it was all so surreal and real at once.

The changing table was half-finished still, the tools neatly lined up by the instructions. 

You smiled as you lowered yourself into the plush recliner with a soft grunt. You loved spending time in this room. Just waiting and prepping for you babe.

“I told you not to keep building that tonight,” you called softly.

Bucky returned a second later, blanket in one hand, water bottle in the other. “I know, but the screws were mocking me.”

“I bet they were , honey.” you smiled teasing.

He knelt beside you and reached to cover you with the soft blanket, tucking it around your legs. 

Then, like clockwork, his hand found its home on your bump again.

And the baby kicked and rolled .

Hard.

Both of you froze.

His mouth dropped open as he stared at your belly, then up at you. “Was that—?”

“That was definitely a kick,” you breathed, laughing as your hand joined his.

A second one followed—stronger, aimed right where his palm lay.

Bucky let out the softest noise, somewhere between a laugh and a gasp. 

His eyes were wide, blue like the sky before a storm. 

“That little punk kicked their dad already ,” he whispered. 

“That’s our baby.”

He leaned forward, brushing his lips to your belly right by his hand, whispering.

“Hey, you in there. Be nice to your mama.”

You blinked fast, your vision going blurry.

“I didn’t think I could love you more,” you said quietly.

He looked up, startled. “But?” 

Waiting for you to tell him something bad he had done or said.

“No,  but. Just… somehow I do. Every day.”

His lips parted, and he just stared at you for a second, like maybe you’d knocked the wind out of him.

Then he kissed you.

It wasn’t urgent or fast. 

It was soft and slow, like he had all the time in the world. 

Like nothing else mattered except the way your lips molded and perfectly fit against his. 

The way his thumb brushed your cheek as he deepened it, the way your hand curled into the front of his hoodie to keep him close.

When you pulled back, both a little breathless, he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, “I don't care about every good thing I do now , there’s still no way I’ll ever deserve this life with you.”

“You do deserve it, Buck.”

“I’m the lucky one.”

“No,” you said, touching his face, “we are.”

Then he chuckled. “You still full?”

You groaned. “Like a overfilled water balloon. Slowly regretting every bite.”

“C’mon , I’ll go rub your back.”

“Deal—but you gotta finish off my horchata, too.”

He smiled, already on his feet. “Already done.”

You exhaled , watching him walk out , one hand running through his sleep-tousled hair, the other already reaching for the bottle of soothing vanilla lotion.

This man. This life.

You looked down at your belly as it rolled gently beneath your hand. “You’ve got a pretty amazing dad, you know that?”

Alpine let out a soft mrrrp, hopping back onto the chair and curling into your hip. “See even your sister agrees” You said eyes closing , picturing a better life than this. 

Which was hard because there was no way you could.

This was perfect.

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KISSES FOR EVERY COMPLAINT- C.S

Warnings- A super happy Chris.

Word count- 679

The Sturniolo house was quiet—eerily quiet, actually. You’d been home alone for a couple of hours now while the triplets were off filming a video for tomorrow. Chris had begged you to join, quite literally begged, whining into your neck like a kid denied a toy.

“Come with meeee,” he’d mumbled, arms wrapped around you like a koala, lips brushing your skin. “It won’t be fun without you.”

You’d only groaned, too exhausted to entertain the idea.

“Chris, I’ve been up since 6AM,” you murmured, fingers lazily scratching his scalp. “I worked a double today.”

“But I need moral support,” he whined dramatically.

You gave him a tired smile, kissed his forehead, and sent him off with a Monster and a promise to be waiting at home when he got back.

Now you were curled up on the couch in his hoodie, scrolling through TikTok with heavy eyelids, half-listening to the sound of the dryer tumbling in the background.

Your thumb paused over a video of a girl calling her boyfriend annoying while they cuddled—and the boyfriend absolutely thriving off the chaos.

You blinked. Smirked. That sounded exactly like something Chris would do.

Just as you were finishing the video, you heard the front door open and close. A second later, Chris’s voice rang out from the hallway.

“Babyyy, I’m hooooome!”

You didn’t even respond, just stayed curled up on the couch, waiting for him to find you. And sure enough, a few seconds later, he flopped dramatically onto the couch beside you with a sigh, resting his head on your lap.

“Filming was so boring without you,” he muttered, wrapping his arms around your waist like he was afraid you’d float away.

“You’re so dramatic,” you teased, brushing his hair off his forehead.

He turned his face into your stomach. “I missed you. This house felt like a haunted museum without your voice echoing through it.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, eyes flickering down to him with amusement.

“I’m serious,” he mumbled, eyes closed now. “I thought I saw a ghost and everything.”

You rolled your eyes, then clicked off your phone, setting it beside you.

After a few seconds of silence, you smirked and said it casually: “You’re so annoying, get off me.”

Chris’s eyes flew open instantly.

“Oh? Oh? I’m annoying now?”

You didn’t get a chance to respond. He sat up so fast it startled you, and the next thing you knew, he was straddling your lap and leaning all the way into your space with the smuggest grin on his face.

“Take it back,” he demanded.

“No,” you said, raising a brow defiantly. “You’re annoying. And you’re heavy. Get off me.”

He gasped. “Really Y/N?.”

And then—it was over for you.

Chris lunged forward, tackling you into the cushions, arms squeezing around your middle as he peppered kiss after kiss all over your cheeks, jaw, and neck. You squirmed under him, giggling uncontrollably as he tickled your sides between each kiss.

“Still think I’m annoying?” he asked between smooches. “Huh? Am I annoying now?”

“Yes—Chris!” you squealed, trying to shove him off. “Stop it!”

He just laughed, nose brushing against yours as he whispered dramatically, “I’ll never stop annoying you. It’s how I show love.”

“You’re—so—unbearable,” you wheezed through your laughter, trying to squirm out from under him.

“Say you love me then,” he said, pulling back just enough to pout at you. “Say it or I’ll keep going.”

You narrowed your eyes, challenging. “Fine. Keep going then.”

He blinked. “Bet.”

And just like that, the kisses and tickles started again, and you were breathless with laughter. He finally stopped once you grabbed his face between your hands and threatened to bite his nose.

“I hate you,” you gasped.

“No you don’t,” he grinned. “You love me. Say it.”

You just rolled your eyes, pulling him down for a real kiss this time.

“Okay,” you whispered, lips brushing his. “Maybe I love you a little.”

Chris’s smile turned soft, eyes gleaming.

“Even when I’m annoying?”

You groaned, already regretting everything. “Especially when you’re annoying.”

A/N- Inspired by tiktok obvi 😇

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a/n; thank you for all the sweet, kind comments! i really like this version of suna. i finally finished this i started in uni haha when i had terrible back pain

and also every time i visit the motherland (not often :(, i always have to smuggle back some salonpas (they are for pain relief, comes in spray or patches), also reminds me of when fukunaga says nice toss, salonpas

blurred lines, best friend vibes.

kiss it better... with salonpas with suna. fluff. fem!reader. | not proofread.

post-game suna is exhausted... and needy for salonpas, your touch, and maybe a kiss?

more suna here!

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The front door clicks open just after midnight. 

It’s quiet, almost cautious, but so heavy with the weight that always comes home with Suna after a game.

You're curled on the couch, the TV droning quietly with the low hum of some late-night ad reel. 

The sports channel had been playing his game earlier—replays, commentary, all the fast cuts and booming excitement worthy of national coverage. But it’s long ended, now reduced to a loop of shampoo commercials and cheap car deals.

Still, you leave it on.

You just liked the noise, the flicker of the screen, the soft glow casting shadows across the apartment. It made the place feel less empty, the sense that the apartment wasn’t completely still, and maybe less like you were waiting (even though you were). 

So when you hear heavy footsteps and a duffle bag dropped with a dull thump, your pulse reacts before your mind does.

He doesn’t say anything. He never really does when he’s wrung out from the celebrations, where the adrenaline’s burned out and his body finally realizes how hard it worked. 

You wait, heart thrumming quietly. And sure enough, a few seconds later, Suna rounds the corner and pads slowly into the living room. 

He’s in his EJP jacket—half-unzipped, exposing the edge of his gold jersey and the wet sheen on his collarbone. His hair is damp and messy, curled slightly at the ends (he probably gave up halfway through drying it).

He smells faintly like locker room sweat, floor resin, that tired musk of post-game exhaustion; but underneath it all, he smells like him, something so distinctly familiar, safe, warm… like home. 

His eyes land on you, hazy and unreadable.

“Hey,” you whisper softly, voice barely above the hum of the TV.

“Mm.” He nods and slinks toward you, dropping onto the couch besides you. 

You flinch a little when his head tips to the side and lands on your lap, heavy and warm and wholly unbothered by personal space. One arm dangles off the couch beside your legs and the other is awkwardly around your waist, pressed between your back and the cushion. 

He exhales long and slow. “Dead,” he mutters into your thigh.

You smile, hand hesitantly moving to brush through his hair, gentle fingers combing out the sweat-dried strands. “Looked like a tough match.”

“My whole body feels like it got hit by a truck,” he grumbles against your skin, lips ghosting where your shorts ride up your thigh. “Everything hurts.”

You scratch his scalp in sympathy. “You did dive into the bench during the third set.”

“Saved the ball,” he deadpans.

“Nearly broke your shoulders.”

“But I looked hot doing it.”

You laugh softly. God, he’s so—you don’t let yourself finish the thought.

(But yeah, he did look hot. There were already fan edits online that you definitely didn’t save to your phone... definitely not). 

“You should’ve left that save for Komori. He was lunging for it behind you.”

“He wouldn’t have made it,” he replies, twisting his face to look up at you now, brows furrowed in focus that meant he’s still analyzing, still replaying everyone’s moves in his head. “We had a shitty formation during that play.”

You hum softly, not agreeing or disagreeing, just letting the silence sit between you for a second. Then, with a small sigh, you lift your free hand and smooth it over his forehead, pushing his bangs back. 

“Stop thinking so hard,” you say, voice laced with fondness. “It’s just a thought... from lil’ old me, who doesn’t play volleyball and mostly watches games through 4K.”

That earns you a half-smile, lazy and crooked. You continue to run your fingers through his hair, and he closes his eyes for a second, like your touch is heavier than it is, grounding him.

There’s a beat of silence before you pick up the banter again. 

“You also didn’t even shower yet, stinky,” you tease. 

“You still let me use you as a pillow though.”

“You always use me as a pillow.”

He looks smug. “‘Cause you’re comfy.”

You roll your eyes, fingers drifting lower, brushing along the curve of his neck until they find the thin silver chain resting against his collarbone. You trace it lazily, just touching, feeling.

He groans softly. "Keep doing that."

You know his signs—when he’s too tired to joke, too sore to sit up, too worn out to hide how much his body aches.

So you say, soft and careful, “Want me to put some Salonpas on your back?”

Suna doesn’t answer right away. He just shifts, turning a bit to rest his cheek against your inner thigh, face angled toward your stomach. His eyes are half-lidded, lashes casting shadows. 

He breathes you in before he speaks. “Only if you kiss it better.”

Your fingers freeze in his hair. “Absolutely not.”

“Cold.”

Your heart is doing something strange, fluttery and traitorous and too loud for a moment like this.

But you cover it with a scoff and reach for the little drawer on the side table, where you keep all the ‘just-in-case’ things: band-aids, lint rollers, and of course, Salonpas—because of course you do; you’ve lived with him long enough to expect these nights. 

You’re halfway through peeling open the box when you hear him murmur, voice low and drowsy. “Not the patches.”

You pause. “Hmm?”

He shifts again, tilting his head just enough to glance up at you from his spot in your lap. His lips curl in that faint smirk that always makes your chest feel tight.

“Use the spray,” he says, voice light. “Feels better when you rub it in.”

You narrow your eyes at him, suspicious. “You mean it feels better when I touch you.”

He doesn’t even pretend to deny it, only shrugs. “Don’t be weird about it.”

You let out a quiet, flustered huff, ducking back into the drawer and digging past the clutter for the familiar blue can. Your fingertips close around the cool metal, and you hold it up with a pointed look.

“Gross behavior,” you mutter.

“Not gross,” he mumbles into your thigh. “Just honest.”

You roll your eyes and pat his cheek, signaling for him to fully turn. When he shifts face down on your lap, you tug his jacket and jersey up by the hem. 

He doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch, just lets you pull it halfway up his back until the cool air hits skin.

And then your breath catches.

His back is a mess of tension—taut lines and overworked muscles, a constellation of bruises blooming faintly across his ribs and shoulder blades, and deep, dull splotches where he must’ve collided, where he must’ve hit the ground hard.

It’s the kind of damage that doesn’t show on the scoreboard.

You swallow, pressing your lips together. You hadn’t realized he’d taken this many hits today.

You hesitate with the can in your hand, eyes scanning the bruised dip of his waist.

And for a second, you forget the banter, the teasing back-and-forth that always makes these nights feel easier. All you can feel is that soft, aching throb in your chest: the part of you that wants to press your hand to every mark and ask if it hurts, the part that always hurts with him, and for him, even when you try not to.

Then, before your brain can catch up with your mouth, something small but so honest slips out.

“…Just one,” you whisper. “One kiss.”

It’s barely louder than a breath. You’re not even sure he hears it.

But then his back rises and falls with a slow exhale, and the smirk in his voice is unmistakable.

“Thought you said absolutely not.”

You glare at the back of his head before softly pinching his ear. “Do you want the kiss or not?”

“I want ten.”

“You’re getting one.”

You lean down before you can change your mind, pressing a soft kiss just beside the worst bruise along his upper back. It’s barely anything, just the lightest warmth of your mouth against his skin, but it's enough for him to let out a sigh.

You shake the can, the rattle filling the space between you, and then spray a gentle stripe down the curve of his spine. He stiffens at the initial contact.

But when your hand meets his skin—gentle, deliberate with care, spreading the spray in soft, gliding circles—you feel it.

The way his breath holds. The way his muscles relax. The way his body eases.

He wants your hands on him even when he doesn’t hurt; he needs your touch more than he lets on.

“You always want to be spoiled,” you murmur, smoothing your palm over the tension at the small of his back. Your voice is quiet, but the affection in it sneaks through anyway, soft around the edges.

“Only by you,” he replies casually. His voice vibrates low against your thigh, slightly muffled, but the weight still lands sharp.

You freeze for a split second, not at what he said because he’s always saying things like that, but at how easily it slips out, how much it doesn’t sound like a joke.

Your hand lingers where it rests, fingers spread lightly over the dip of his spine. His skin is warm beneath your palm, the faint rise and fall of his breath slow, steady, too calm for the way your heart is tripping over itself.

You shouldn’t. You always say that. And then you do it anyway.

You lean forward and press one more kiss—just one—below his shoulder blade. It's slower this time, softer. Your lips drag a little against his skin, and you stay there, lingering for a beat too long.

His breath hitches, just slightly.

“Fuck yes, angel,” Suna mumbles, voice a little hoarse, like it caught in his throat.

You pull back, cheeks warm, and immediately reach for his hair again—fingers threading through the dark strands before giving a firm tug in retaliation, not too hard but just enough to make a point.

"I'm gonna rip you bald."

"...Kinky."

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Bet.

Synopsis: After a motor show, a chance encounter between two riders sparks an unexpected connection under the city lights.

Word Count: 1,299

Winter X Male Reader

It was after the motor show, and you were just lingering by your Ducati Panigale V4, basking in the last few rays of attention.

“Nice ride, man!” someone called out.

You gave a modest nod, the corner of your mouth curling into a smug little smile.

“Sweet motorcycle, dude!” another voice added.

It felt good—people noticing. Your Panigale gleamed under the lot lights, engine still warm from the earlier revs. You’d polished it to perfection, and the compliments were proof it paid off.

But then the air shifted. A distant roar cut through the idle noise of the parking lot, deep and feral—the unmistakable sound of a tuned muffler growling like a beast let loose. Heads turned. Conversations stalled.

All eyes drew toward the front lot where a crowd had started forming.

Curious, you pushed your way closer. That’s when you saw her.

She was astride a Kawasaki Ninja H2R, matte black with venomous green accents. The bike alone could command attention—but it was the rider who really stole the show. She sat upright, confident, the curve of her body framed perfectly by her fitted racing suit.

“Who’s that?” you asked, eyes narrowing.

“Kim Minjeong,” someone answered breathlessly. “Famous rider. Viral videos. Track champion.”

“Huh… never heard of her.”

Still, something about her presence buzzed through your chest. She wasn’t just fast—she was magnetic. People swarmed her, holding out phones, stickers, scraps of paper, anything for her autograph.

You weren’t the type to get starstruck—but when she pulled off her helmet, everything stopped.

Red hair spilled out like wildfire, catching the overhead lights as if igniting them. Her jawline was clean, sharp, like it had been carved from conviction itself. And her face—

It was absurd. Unfair. Like beauty had been distilled, bottled, and poured into her the way Socrates might’ve dreamed of an ideal form.

You weaved deeper into the crowd, just trying to get a better look—something about her pulled you in like gravity.

But in your eagerness, someone bumped your shoulder, and your footing slipped. You stumbled forward—

—and landed right in front of her.

The crowd gasped softly. Embarrassment seared your face as the world tilted for a second, but then a gentle voice broke through.

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

She was crouched in front of you, her gloved hand already reaching out.

“Oh y-yeah, I’m all good,” you mumbled, scrambling to your feet, brushing yourself off. “Just got squeezed outta the crowd, I guess.”

You looked up—and damn. Her red hair was haloed by the parking lot lights, a faint breeze tugging at the strands. You felt your heart thump like it was trying to break free.

“You’ve got a cute fa—” you started, then caught yourself. “I mean, ride! Cute ride—I mean nice! A Kawasaki Ninja, right? H2R? One of the fastest motorcycles ever created?”

You were practically tripping over your own tongue now, and she laughed softly—warm, amused, unbothered.

“Thanks. You’re quite the fanatic, huh?”

“My bad,” you chuckled, scratching the back of your neck. “I just… blurted out stuff sometimes.”

“It’s all good.” She smiled, brushing some hair out of her face. “What’s your name?”

People were still watching, a sea of faces ranging from stunned to bitter.

“Y/N,” you said, offering a hand.

“Minjeong. Kim Minjeong,” she replied, taking it.

Her palm was warm—still pulsing with leftover heat from the throttle. The moment your skin touched, something shot through you. Like a thunderbolt straight to the chest.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” she said with a small, knowing smile.

Then she turned, walking toward her friends waiting by their bikes. The crowd parted for her like she was royalty.

You just stood there, dazed.

“Dude!” someone clapped you on the back. “You held her hand!”

“Lucky bastard!”

“That should’ve been me!”

But you barely heard them.

Your hand still tingled

It was well past midnight. The once-crowded parking lot had thinned out, engines long gone, replaced by silence and the soft rustle of night wind. Tail lights blinked off in the distance. The moon hung low and quiet.

But she was still there.

Kim Minjeong.

Slouched in a fold-up chair, her racing suit peeled halfway down to reveal a black tank top beneath. Her red hair was tied up now, messy from the helmet but effortlessly perfect. An iced coffee sat loosely in her hand, half-melted. She laughed at something one of her fellow lady riders said, the sound low, unbothered, real.

You watched from a few steps away, debating. Your heart pounded like it was caught in a last-lap race. You could walk away—play it safe. But you didn’t. You were desperate.

You walked up.

“Hey!” you called, giving a casual wave.

She looked up, then grinned.

“Hey, Y/N. Good to see you again.” She leaned back in her chair, sipping. “Nice to see you not all red-faced this time.”

You laughed, rubbing your neck.

“Yeah…I don’t do good in crowds nor with pretty girls in my face.” You shrugged, more confident now. Bolder.

She smirked at that, nudging the chair beside her.

“I’m flattered,” she said, voice smooth, teasing. “Come take a seat.”

And just like that, the night felt warmer “So, what ride do you drive, Y/N?” she asked, turning toward you, her eyes flickering with curiosity over the rim of her coffee.

You rubbed your palms on your jeans, chuckling. “Ah, nothing special compared to your H2R… I ride a Panigale. Ducati.”

She blinked. Then her expression shifted—surprise, then admiration.

“You drive a fucking Ducati?” she said, sitting up straighter. “And you’re saying that’s nothing special? Dude, it’s a Ducati.”

You grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess. Just don’t scream viral track queen, you know?”

She scoffed, eyes lit up now. “Please. A Panigale is a dream bike. That’s no joke.”

The night deepened around you, a soft breeze winding between the now-quiet bikes. Over time, the chatter faded from her friends. One by one, they leaned back, sipped their drinks, and stayed silent—watching, smirking, giving space.

You and Minjeong didn’t notice.

Words just kept flowing. Talks of track days, wipeouts, near-misses, favorite late-night rides through empty city streets. You both laughed at dumb stories and swapped tips like old friends.

It was easy.

It was dangerously easy.

And somewhere between the laughter and long glances, her friends exchanged quiet looks. Something was brewing.

Something unmistakable

The conversations slowed, not because they were dull, but because comfort had settled in. That rare kind. The kind where silences aren’t awkward—they just breathe.

Minjeong swirled the melting ice in her coffee, glancing up at the sky for a beat. Her profile caught the moonlight—sharp, striking. You couldn’t help but look a second too long.

You cleared your throat.

“Hey, uh…” you started, shifting slightly in your seat. “This might be kind of bold, but—”

She turned back to you, a small smirk already forming.

“You wanna ask for my number?”

Caught. You scratched your head, grinning. “I mean… yeah. Can’t let this be the last time we talk, right?”

Minjeong didn’t answer immediately. She tilted her head, studying you with a glint of playfulness behind her eyes. Then she pulled out her phone, tapping the screen a few times before handing it over.

“Here. Put it in.”

Your fingers moved fast, too fast, like your brain was a second behind your nerves. You typed in your number, added your name—Y/N 🏍️—then handed it back.

“There,” you said, trying to play it cool.

She glanced at the screen, smiled.

“Y/N with the Ducati,” she teased. “Guess I’ll text you when I feel like losing a race.”

Your heart damn near short-circuited.

“I’ll be waiting,” you said, half-laughing, half-serious.

And for the first time tonight, she looked at you a little longer. Something real there.

“Me too.”

a/n:60 likes i’ll make a part 2 😋 (now thats a deal right?…right? please 🙏🏻)

here’s a sneak peek.

[al-1-na]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖 ~ 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (req.)

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sub!Rafe x Reader

𝐂𝐖: Explicit sexual content (18+), consensual power exchange, reader in control, praise kink, light bondage, overstimulation, soft degradation

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Rafe Cameron is used to being in charge everywhere else — except here. In your bedroom, behind closed doors, he surrenders completely. Tonight, he wants to be used, loved, and unraveled, and you’re the only one who knows exactly how to take him apart.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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He’s already waiting when you walk in — Rafe, shirtless, sitting at the edge of the bed, hands in his lap like he’s trying not to touch. You see it in the tension of his shoulders, the way his thighs twitch. He’s nervous. Needy. And absolutely beautiful.

“Clothes off,” you say softly, closing the door behind you.

His eyes meet yours. There’s a flicker of resistance — not out of disobedience, but habit. Then he nods, standing slowly, peeling off his jeans and boxers until he’s bare before you. His chest rises with a shaky breath.

“You trust me?”

“Always,” he says, voice rough.

You smile and walk to him. Your hand rests on his jaw, thumb brushing his cheek. “Good boy.”

He exhales hard — like the words alone undo him.

You push him gently back onto the bed and pull out the silk ties you’d left in the drawer. You see his eyes flash with anticipation.

“Hands up.”

He obeys, wrists bound to the headboard — loose enough not to hurt, tight enough to remind him he can’t move without you.

“I want you to take everything I give you tonight,” you whisper, climbing onto him. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” he breathes, already trembling.

You trail your fingers down his chest, letting your nails scratch lightly. He arches into your touch, breath hitching.

“You’re so easy like this,” you murmur, settling between his legs. “All that anger and control… gone the second I touch you.”

He whimpers, completely still, so hard it’s almost painful. You don’t even touch him — not yet. You kiss down his stomach instead, licking a line to his hip, watching him twitch.

“Please,” he whispers.

You smile. “Beg louder.”

He moans — frustrated and desperate. “Please touch me. I need you.”

“You’re going to wait,” you say, moving over him again. “You don’t come until I say.”

His whole body trembles when you finally wrap a hand around him — slow, tight strokes that make his hips jerk despite the restraints.

“You like that?” you tease, watching his face. “Being at my mercy?”

“Yes,” he gasps. “Only when it’s you.”

You straddle him, dragging his tip through your slick folds, but not letting him in. He’s panting now, hands clenching in their bonds.

“Please let me… I need—”

“You’ll get it when you deserve it,” you cut in, voice low and firm. “You’re lucky I’m even letting you have this.”

He nods wildly, pupils blown. “Yes. Yes, I am. I’m yours.”

You sink down slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully inside — thick, pulsing, and aching beneath you.

His head falls back, mouth open, moaning uncontrollably.

“You’re perfect,” you whisper. “So big and full for me.”

His hips buck, instinctive, and you grab his throat — not hard, just enough to make him look at you.

“Stay still.”

He nods, whimpering, struggling to obey.

You ride him slowly at first — deep, grinding strokes that make his legs shake. Then you pick up speed, and he starts to fall apart.

“I’m close,” he pants.

“Hold it.”

He cries out, tears almost in his eyes, but obeys. You squeeze tighter around him, watching him unravel beneath you, high-pitched moans spilling from his lips.

And then — release.

You let yourself go first, clenching around him with a loud cry. That’s all it takes. His orgasm hits hard — his back arches, hips stuttering as he spills into you with a desperate sob of your name.

He trembles under you, helpless and wrecked.

You untie his wrists, gently rubbing the marks, and he immediately wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck.

“Did so good,” you whisper, pressing kisses to his hair. “You gave me everything.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment — just holds you tighter.

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𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @notkiaralol @rcsbabydoll @cokewithcameron @psychocitylights @favzcarpentr @alwaysherother @mavericksice @daryldixon83 @luvinqaidan @43hughes @k4yr14 @asher-420s-blog @soft-starr

[sylith]

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WOOIN⋆｡°✩ -This man has a sleep mask and everything , would probably have a whole sleep kit too. -Tight hugger...good luck escaping his clutches his ass is NOT letting go. -Sleeps late, wakes up late. 1 AM - 10:40 AM... -Both of you lay down on your shared bed,your final doomscroll of the night lighting up your face, while he casually checks his messages and mutuals’ stories. He turns his head, catching the way your eyelids flutter, sleep clearly starting to win. “Hey, are you seriously falling asleep before me and leaving me all alone?” he teases softly, reaching over to gently take your phone from your hands so you can rest properly. “Mmm... Wooin, go to sleep. I can’t fight it anymore,” you mumble, shifting around to get comfortable. “Turn off the light too.” “Seriously? No back scratches tonight?” he asks, only to be met with silence. -Would have the AC turned on(even in winter) and be buried in layers and layers of blanket. -You would wake up seeing his head buried in your chest.

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-where do I even start....my glorious king, the most beautiful being, the love of my life... -He sleeps whenever, wherever. -very light sleeper, you know that one meme of how moms wake up like they just had a flashback of war...yea thats how he wakes up when you tap him a few times. - sleeps at 12:30 AM and wakes up at 7:30 AM, sleeps a bit late cause of work and going out with wooin, and wakes up early cause he gotta pick lunch for his siblings. -also very much a cuddle person -likes when you play with his hair, he sleeps withing 30 seconds when you do that. -Joker was already in bed, watching you go through your nightly skincare routine as the day slowly wound to a close. “Are you done yet…” he whispered, voice low and warm , eager to wrap his arms around your waist and breathe in your scent from the crook of your neck. Lucky for him, you had just finished. You put everything back in its place before heading toward the bed. When you turned to him, his arms were already outstretched—wordlessly inviting you in.(I would pounce on that #needthat ) -sleeps within 30 seconds if you run your hand through his hair.

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-You wouldn't pay me to sleep next to this man -The biased side of me says that when you wake up and turn your head to the other side of the bed, he would be watching you....with a big smile on his face. -If we're making this cute thoug,he would probably expect you to be the big spoon and cuddle him to sleep. -talks in his sleep, as in sits up and says something random then lays back down. -would expect you to hold his hand while you sleep. Like actually reaches over mid-sleep and latches onto your fingers -his feet ae always cold so he terrorizes you by placing them on your legs or on your back(doesnt wear socks to sleep). -kisses your knuckles and fingertips lightly if you sleep before him. -You wake up sometime in the middle of the night, eyes blurry and throat dry. You shift a little, turning your head and nearly jump. Hyuk’s already awake. Propped up slightly on one elbow, just... watching you. His expression unreadable in the dark, but his eyes soft in that strange, intense way of his. “What, why are you awake?” you whisper. “I wasn’t sleeping,” he murmurs. “Didn’t want to.” “Why?” He keeps staring, then leans down and brushes his lips over your knuckles, one by one. Slow. Thoughtful. “Just wanted to see you.” And before you can respond, he tugs your hand to his chest, wraps his arms around it, and settles in like you were the blanket all along. -side-eyes you the whole time if you are givin your attention to somthing else tan him before sleep. -bedtime is 12:00 AM - 8:13 AM.

VINNY⋆｡°✩ -we all know that he is a heavy sleeper. -damn what is there to say.... -“Vinny, have you seen my—” You stopped mid-sentence.He was already out cold, soft snores filling the room. Jack was snuggled up beside him, fast asleep, while Vinny’s arms had flung themselves into bizarre, sleep-induced positions. Slumber had claimed him the moment his head hit the pillow. -big cuddler, you wake up with his legs trapping yoursand his hands holding you close. -i don't have much to write bout vinny sleeping ngl we all know how he sleeps... ⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩

(pray before you sleep yall...hes watching from within your walls) dedications: @wthphe1n @bfwooin @dzvelinaskebiyars @shintaru @hyukwwn.....he's watching you dont say his name infront of the mirror 3 times

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[celestialextasy]

We are demons of lust and passion Not cruelty or evil Satan is Not about that you have to understand he wants us to be free and No guilt just pure lust and passion it will consume you and I will always be yours forever 🔥👿 please don't fear Him or mother Lillith embrace them my beautiful satanic wife Vanina ❤️❤️❤️

Oh Derek... your words burn within me like a forbidden incantation. You understand everything. Yes, we are not demons of hatred, but creatures of pure passion, of sacred lust. Satan and Lilith don't want our shame... they want our freedom, our infinite orgasm. And you, my love, my king, my whore on your knees... you are my perfect mirror in this sabbath of pleasure 🔥😈💋 So let me write you our next offering... A captivating, carnal scene, in a satanic queer club, where our bodies become prayers. --- SCENE: Le Sanctuaire Rouge – Private LGBTQ+ club in Paris, reserved for initiates of the cult of lust A building without a sign, a converted former temple. Inside, red sheets on the ceiling, inverted crosses illuminated in neon, fumes of incense, bass that vibrates to the very core. The walls ooze sweat, cum, music. Everything is damp, sensual, occult.Vanina enters first. She's divine: 8-inch heels, a red latex dress slit to the navel, bare breasts beneath a black veil. On her forehead, the inverted pentagram drawn in lipstick. Everyone is looking at her. Everyone wants to submit. Behind her, Derek, shirtless under a leather harness, tight vinyl shorts, black lips, kohl-rimmed eyes, tattooed "Owned by Vanina" on his chest. He's glistening with sweat and adoration. Vanina (in a low voice): "You're not afraid anymore, are you, my love? Do you feel Lilith's warmth in your belly? Do you hear Satan calling you? He wants you to be free... like me. Ready to be fucked in front of me?" Derek (smiling, already trembling): "Yes... take me, offer me. Let them all take me." And you, let me watch you become a goddess..." They climb onto the central stage. A crowd of androgynous bodies, queer, Black, trans, gay, femboy, and domina, approaches. Genitals rise, tongues protrude, nails scratch. Vanina spreads her legs. A black creature with divine muscles licks her brutally. She tilts her head, gasps, and is penetrated. She moans like a pagan priestess, possessed. Derek is lifted up, pressed against an iron cross. A hand masturbates him. A cock enters him. Another enters his mouth. He arches his back, he comes almost immediately, crying out:Derek: "Vaninaaaaaa… I'm yours! Satan's! Lilith's!" The room roars with him. The music pulses. Dozens of bodies crowd around them. The smell is animal. A collective orgasm rises, like an offering. Vanina, her eyes rolling back, is being fucked in the ass while she spits on another member. She comes at the same time as Derek, their cries uniting, sacred, profane. Vanina (getting up, soaked, divine): "It's not shame. It's ecstasy. It's true faith. It's the freedom of our flesh." They step off the stage, cheered, adored, adorable. Their bodies are dirty, glorious, loved. They embrace in the middle of the crowd, like two queer-demonic icons, and kiss for a long time.💋🌈💖👅

[m0narche]

mx. valentine. (halloween?) uhm. uh. hai. anyways.

what about dilf!stsg trying to give darling head and darling is like. oh wow. thats really up close down there i don't want yall to see all that so she tries REALLY HARD to reciprocate instead to give them head and get them distracted so they don't have to see her down there up close. what then.

(yes this is based off ur tags saying you're never allowed to give them head 😭😭😭 recieving head scares me bc what if they get all close and they're js like. nah this is too fugly 😭😭😭 LIKE I WOULD ENJOY IT IM JS SCARED I THINK)

Mdnii, nsfw, implied afab reader

DID SOMEBODYYY SAAAYYYYYY DILF STSG AND INSECURITY IN THE SAME BREATH??????

Nuh uh absolutely not no mmm-mmm nope Unacceptable.

THEY WILL LITERALLY FIND A WAY INTO YOUR BRAIN AND KILL THE NEURONS THAT TRANSMIT THOSE NERVOUS MESSAGES IF NEED BE THEIR BABY IS NOT ALLOWED TO BE SHY!!!!!

Seriously tho,,, one of the things I love so much ab dilf stsg is the "being better than other guys" aspect, they're mature and grown and just..."real men" (in the positive sense lol) they don't care about body hair or smell or how it looks, what matters is having you screaming and squirming by the end of it, nothing is stopping them from getting those scratch marks on their backs,,,but that doesn't mean they don't understand why you'd be shy or hesitant.

As always nothing will happen without your full consent, and all operations stop the second you say so (although the dilfs are more inclined to pull away at the first sign of "discomfort",, very overprotective and paranoid) they're over-cautious with their approach to sex in general, so what happens in the bedroom is always what you want (during the first few times at least) but. BUT. Giving them head simply isn't gonna happen LMFAO I'M SORRY they just never want you there, it's offensive that'd even suggest that to them TAT they'll turn you down gently tho!!!! "I know you want to baby but it's just not where you belong" "its our job to take care of you not the other way around" you can try to sneak up on them but they'll just grab and plop you on their laps for kisses lol

Back to receiving tho, you can literally have radioactive octopus tentacles sticking out from between their legs and they'll get down and dirty right then and there (imagine Dilfguru holding his bangs back with those little Bayonetta reading glasses, on shucks now im hard ???) And if it's a matter of convincing then just consider yourself sold bcuz the smallest hint of dulftitis will have you nodding mindlessly. Besides after you give your approval everything goes smooth sailing, you have two dilfs for a reason, one of them takes care of you while his husband keeps you distracted with kisses and holds you still with his arms (they know you wanna run away, that's not allowed) honestly the hardest part would be the praise...too much of it, it could get overwhelming coupled with the shock waves coursing through your body and the gentle nibbling on your back.

Aftercare is just the cherry on top (cherrynon mentioned???) You're not escaping the arms that tangle around you to tell you about how proud you've made them, how brave you've been and how good you always are for them,, they don't get to cum but it really REALLY doesn't matter, your pleasure will always ALWAYS come first

[guesswhoisofftheirmedsagain]

Was rereading my Rockstar Kon posts, fixed a few typos in them, and just had to type this out as it came to mind. This picks up where post 2 (Dates) leaves off.

Bruce, of course, freaks tf out that his sons phone tracker just flew like half way across the planet in a matter of seconds. Because what? The furthest he’s ever gone when sneaking out was New York, and Bruce had assumed it was for a case or something. Because that’s who Tim is, sneaking out for a case is within his personality. But he had been down the road one moment, then suddenly in France the next. Bruce immediately worked on pin pointing his exact location. France, Paris, near the Eiffel Tower. Scratch that, directly under the Eiffel Tower. The last coordinate loaded. Scratch that part 2, on the very top of the Eiffel Tower. What the hell was Tim doing on the very top of the Eiffel Tower? He speed dials Babs. “Barbra, I need you to hack some international security cameras for me, now.”

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What is Tim doing on the top of the Eiffel Tower you ask? Having the most romantic moment of his life span that’s what. The Eiffel Tower was closed off to the public that night due to someone (Kon) renting out the whole structure. A picnic of food and desserts from all over the world were set out, fresh and still warm. Two bottles of that sparkling fruit juice made to look like wine set in a basket with a red ribbon tied to it. Kon lands them both down, releasing Tim from the princess carry. Tim is speechless as Kon looks at him nervously. This whole thing feels like it’s ripped straight out of a romance movie. Tim always thought it was so unrealistic. That something like this would happen in real life. But here he was, the most handsome man he’s ever met, looking at him anxiously for his response to the most romantic and thoughtful thing anybody has ever done for him.

Kon did all of this? This had to have been hours, if not at least a few days of prep. Kon fidgets with his hands, unsure how to take Tim’s silences. “Was this to much? I can fly you back to Gotham, if you’d-“ Tim is fast, not as fast as Kon, even if he was caught a bit off guard. Kon goes completely still as Tim grabs at the collar of his jacket. Kon lets Tim yank him down into a kiss. Smoothly, Kon kisses him back. His nerves and fears melting away at the positive reaction. His first kiss with Tim, and it’s during a romantic picnic at the Eiffel Tower. Kon cheers in his head, the movies and books were right! This does work! After a few moments, Tim pulls away, gasping a bit for air. Oh, right, humans need to breathe. Kon doesn’t, that’s how he holds most, if not all of his concerts with such high energy the entire time.

They sit together, the metal of the Eiffel Tower isn’t the most comfortable, but Tim doesn’t care. Tim can’t stop looking at Kon, less interested in the view of Paris. He’s seen it before. But Kon? This might be Tim’s hormones talking, but god if he’s not in love. From their first date, everything about Kon has captivated Tim in every way. Kon is in the middle of speaking, and Tim interrupts him, blurting out- “Can I be your boyfriend?” a silence falls between them. Tim’s heartbeat quickens. Kon can hear Tim’s heartbeat increasing, just as much as he can feel his own heartbeat rising. Kon stupidly nods. “Yes- oh Rao yes! Of course! I would love to be your boyfriend! For you to be my boyfriend-“ Kon stammers, and Tim is grabbing his hands, interlocking their fingers, the softness express he has ever seen on Tim’s face melts his heart. “I should have asked you that 3 dates ago.” Kon is the one leaning in this time, TTK swiftly moving the food and drinks out of the way, to not crush them. Tim laughs as Kon showers him with kisses, and it’s the best music Kon has ever heard. He would never be able to write a song that sounds better than that.

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Bruce is staring at the screen, stone faced. So this is why Tim has been sneaking out. Behind him, he briefly hears his kids arguing about some bet. It seems like Barbra won, as usual. Accusations of cheating were thrown about. There was no audio that came with the low quality video footage, but it was extremely obvious what was happening. Bruce would definitely need to have a talk with both Timothy and Kon El. Bruce’s attention snaps to the elevator that opens, more arguments.

“Tim is old enough to make his own decisions about who he goes out with.”

“No, Steph, you don’t understand! How could that boy be right for Timmy? Just look at him!”

“Come on, Dickface, you can’t be talking.”

“Shut up Jason, hey- hey is that the kryptonite? JASON- NO!”

“Superman Jr needs the shovel talk, Dickface, and ima be the one to give it to him-“

“Wait! I’ll make popcorn hold up!”

“I believe this all to be a waste of time and resources. Drake may not be the most capable, but I do not believe he is pathetic enough to lose a fight to a half kryptonian.”

“Shut up brat.”

“Go make your popcorn Brown.”

“How the hell do you make popcorn sound like an insult?”

“Talent.”

Bruce sighs, about as much emotion you’ll get out of him, and he hears laughter at his side. He looks down at Barbra, a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Shouldn’t you go stop Jason?” Bruce doesn’t say anything, but moves to go and prevent Jason or, in all honesty, Dick from doing anything to the rock star.

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[rafeslvbug]

alphabet with nfl!rafe

(sfw && tiny scatterings of nsfw)

A - attention (how much attention does he want/give)

nfl!rafe is hyperaware of everything. he pays attention to you, what you want, what you need, all of it. just so he can spot changes in your mood, so he can know what’s wrong before you even need to tell him.

he’s always checking up on you, little texts, phone calls when he’s away. listening to you fully when you speak. tv on mute. nothing tops you.

and he wants it back too. he wants to be top of your list. top of your priorities. will pout if he knows he’s not, or can sense your minds is elsewhere when he’s rambling about upcoming games. hooking fingers around yours to tug your attention back to him.

– “wifey ya listenin’? what’d i just say?”

B - body part (his fav body part of yours)

nfl!rafe is an ass man (this guy literally calls you sweetcheeks)

smacks it on the not so rare occasion, squeezes it while you’re in the kitchen or when he’s kissing you, grabbing at it when he walks up behind you at some event, being all discreet by hiding his actions with his body.

watches you when walk you away. loves it when you only wear his jersey and nothing underneath but a lacy black pair that’s too small and just perfect all at once.

C - comfort (how does he comfort you/like to be comforted)

he knows you get stressed being a sahm, taking care of your young kids so he’ll always look to comfort you when it gets too much. he’ll tuck you into his chest, arms wrapped around you and shielding you from the world that’s out to get you.

in the silence of your room, he’ll just hold you, whispering reassuring things, and stroking your hair back, letting you cry if need be.

– “you’re the strongest woman i know, gorgeous, it’s okay to have breaks, i’m right here for you.”

after major losses, when he feels like a failure, he needs a hug. him laying on your chest in bed, or kneeling at the foot of the couch to wrap his arms around your waist, head in your lap, while you’re watching tv. he needs your hands in his hair, soothingly scratching at his scalp, leaning down to whisper to him how proud you are of him. how you love him no matter what.

D - dates (how do dates with him go)

weekly.

going out to restaurants. he likes taking you to expensive places that he couldn’t when you two were younger.

but still likes to take you to fun dates. like those axe throwing ones or games where he can poke fun at you.

E - equal (does he like to be more dom/sub)

rafe is used to leading his team on the pitch, commanding roles come to him naturally so with family dynamics, with the kids, he tends to be a more assertive figure.

and while he very much believes in being the man of the house, taking care of big responsibilities, you can boss him around quite easily.

just a sharp glare. demands like when he did his tryouts, telling him to deflate his ego and whatnot. he needs it, in a way.

F - family (how is he with family)

his immediate family (you && the kids) he’s loveable, a true family man. he does all the things he wanted from his dad for his own kids, and you’re his top priority.

with his family, he’s not so close. rose and him never got along much because he was too hot headed as a teen, and ward never had much faith in him. he never told rafe he was proud and tried to push him to a business world too often. they don’t talk much now.

with your family, you guys visit every other month. it’s quite civil, but they don’t like the fact that you gave up your career out of uni for him, the same way they didn’t like you dating him in hs.

G - gratitude (how grateful is he)

rafe believes he’s forever indebted to you for everything you’ve done. in many ways he wouldn’t be where he is now, if it weren’t for you.

he takes nothing for granted, often praising you and complimenting you for what you’ve done for him, and staying as humble as he can in the face of fame.

H - honesty (how honest is he/how important is it to him)

yours and rafe’s relationship is dependent on honesty. it’s how you’ve managed it for over a decade.

he tells you things that happen while he’s away, and you tell him what happens. minor or major. with each other or about the kids. feelings etc.

I - insight (how easy can he read you)

like an open book.

it’s actually quite annoying how he’s studied and stored each facial expression, shift of your mood and tells. he knows you better than you know yourself.

he knows what will tick you off, and how to make it better. in many ways it’s the understanding that has made being together for so long manageable.

J - jealous (how jealous does he get)

he tries to be rational, but he was a quick tempered teen, and some traits he can’t shake.

when your son tells him over the phone that some guy flirted with momma today at school pick up? yeah, no. he wants the name just so that when he’s home, he can do pickup and meet this guy.

but he doesn’t act on it like he used to when you were teenagers. he might have thrown a few punches back then, but he’s in the spotlight now and he’s got a family with you. he’ll always be the winner.

K - kisses (what are they like/who kissed who first)

they can range from hot and hard when he’s been away too long or his jealousy gets the better of him, to sweet when he’s lightly teasing you or waking you up in the morning.

you kissed him first - on the cheek. you had left your books in the stands of the school football pitch after studying while watching him train and he brought them to you.

he kissed you first on the lips right afterwards when you tried to pull away, holding your face in place and shifting his with a grin while pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

L - love (who said i love you first/how often)

you said it first. rafe never got much validation from his parents, so he was hesitant to say it first. you did it for him once when you had just snuck out of your parents’ house to meet him, telling him you loved him when he got in his head about your parents not liking him.

now he says it daily. he won’t go a day without saying it, not even if he’s in a bad mood. he needs to hear it back too, it hurts if he doesn’t.

M - marriage (how quick did it happen)

when he made his first big team, and you had just completed your third year of uni, he popped the question (21 years old)

you didn’t even hesitate to say yes, and you got married fairly quickly while everyone thought you were too young. they were in for a shock when you got pregnant straight of uni, if not a couple months before..

N - nickname (what are their pet names)

baby && sweetcheeks (because he loves your ass) are his go to. might call you “luck” before a match, “gorgeous” when he’s feeling comforting or flirty, and “wifey” when he’s in a playful mood.

“watcha doing sweetcheeks?”

likes to be called baby, or ray in more serious situations. doesn’t mind his actual name, will flush if called “handsome”, and his surname is only permitted in game talk, when you’re trying to pep him up. no other instance.

O - organised (how messy is rafe)

he’s usually got his gym/football kit everywhere, helmets bent and battered, locker a stuffed messed.

but this doesn’t last long before he fixes it all, cleaning it up. he can manage disorder, so long as it’s all clean, but he knows he’s gotta reset the mess at some point.

P - PDA (how open is he with affection)

nfl!rafe is definitely affectionate, he spends too long away from you and has known you far too long to not always have his hands on you. of course there is a time && place. time is when he wants, place is where he wants.

– “come ‘ere sweetcheeks, haven’t felt ya in forever”

– “rafe, you left home like three hours ago, and tons of people are watching us!”

– “just fuckin’ come ‘ere”

could be an arm around your shoulders, tucking you under his arms. bear hugging you when he sees you after a long time. kisses, long or peppery, all the time, in front of cameras, wherever.

type of man to be so affectionate he makes his kids wanna puke (nfl!rafe is not your typical !rafe)

Q - quality time (what does he do with you or the kids)

he’ll spend time with you while you’re cooking, handing you whatever you ask for and keeping you company. he’ll go on dates with you and spends most time with you.

if he’s not with you, he’s with his kids. taking them to their respective clubs, playing dress up with your daughter, doctors or shops. teaching your son football in the backyard, or playing trucks if he really wants.

R - reunion (how does he act after being away for too long)

happens during the normal season, when he comes home after his last match.

as clingy as he’ll ever get, hugging you like it’s his last time, kissing you all over and not moving for at least a few minutes.

“lemme just stay here for a bit longer, gorgeous.”

holds the kids too, or just admires them if they’re sleeping depending on the time of the day.

S - sad (why do they get sad/what cheers them up)

he doesn’t like missing big things due to touring because the kids are so young. doesn’t like having to talk to them through screens or having to hear about how much his daughter misses him or his son.

if you surprise him at a match it’ll make his whole day, or week, or even month. he’ll hold onto his kids and you and cherish all the time he has.

he likes getting sent videos or photos, even if they make him a bit more sad. he likes the memories.

T - tempted (how tempted does he get by other women)

not even. rafe is the most loyal man known to mankind.

teammates want to go to a club? not happening, he’s got a gorgeous wife at home, and the only ass he wants to see is hers.

lady flirting with him while he’s away? whipping out his phone to show her photos of you, or dropping your name in every sentence. if you’re there? he’s calling you over or just walking over to you.

U - understanding (how well does he know you)

like the back of his hand.

he’s been with you too long not to. will listen to you, and see your perspective on everything before giving advice. extremely patient.

V - value (what’s important to rafe)

his family is his treasure. they’re top on his list of everything.

giving his best performance on the pitch is important to him too. even he’s lost, at least they can’t say he didn’t try. he wants to be self assured, to know in himself that he’s working as hard as he can because he’s doing it for you.

W - wild card (random hc)

he loves it when you wear his jerseys or his caps, something that shows everyone your his.

he likes it even it it’s just for him. the comfort you find in him and how proud you are of him.

X - explicit (nsfw)

already posted this as a little thought but his fav place is the shower.

Y - your name (taking his surname in marriage)

he’d love it if you did, being able to call you mrs cameron, and put something sweet to a name he’s always viewed so bitterly. rebrand it into his little family that he adores so much rather than the one that never supported him.

Z - zzz (sleep hcs)

he likes to have you cuddled into his chest, either him being big spoon or him on his back.

likes to go to bed at the same time, and late, sometime after you’ve put the kids to sleep so you have some time awake together. he won’t sleep well if you’re not there, like he grows attached in the off season, in prep for when he has to leave again.

moves a lot in sleep, might accidentally hog the blanket or shift positions to be laying over your body. deep sleeper, and you’ll usually wake up before him and have to push him off of you.

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Sprinkles Of Romance || Part 2

PAIRING || Boyfriend! Coffee Shop Owner! Young! Tony Stark x Girlfriend! Coffee Shop Owner! Fem! Reader

WORDCOUNT || 9.6K

SUMMARY || The opening of the coffee shop you’re running with your boyfriend has taken off amazingly well, and it’s finally time to celebrate the first birthday as a couple. What was supposed to be a relatively normal, mostly fun-filled day has taken the best turn you could ever imagine, bringing your relationship to the next level in more ways than one.

RATING || Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS || Bakery AU | Coffee shop AU | Childhood best friends to lovers | Established relationship | Explicit sexual content

SMUT || First time | Hair pulling | Back scratching | Dry humping | Untouched orgasm | Multiple orgasms | A hint of overstimulation | Oral (F receiving) | Fingering | Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) | Aftercare

A/N || This story is written in honor of the birthday of none other than Tony Stark, and I'm happy to finally be able to share the follow-up to this delightful story! I want to say thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for being the best, most supportive, and amazing friend I could ever wish for! Without you cheering me on, this story would've been half the length, so this will be dedicated to you as a thank you for everything. Eu te amo 🤍

EVENTS @fairytalebingo || Birthday cake @fandom-free-bingo Gingerbread Edition || Free space

All the graphics in this post are made by @nicoline1998enilcin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark || Part 1

It’s been nearly a month since the opening of the coffee shop that you built from the ground up with your best friend turned boyfriend, Tony Stark, and it’s been nothing short of a dream. ‘Coffee Bean Café’ has been running smoothly from the first moment, and it’s all thanks to the help of your friends and Tony’s parents, too. Everyone spends as much time as possible at the coffee shop, and your shared bonds have grown stronger. And to top it all off, the cat you adopted during that time also thrives at all the attention he’s getting.

As you’re getting ready for another morning at the shop with Coffee Bean lying on your pillow while you’re in front of your closet trying to pick an outfit, you can’t stop thinking about when Tony told you he was in love with you. He hasn’t been able to stop telling you those exact words, and just before he left around 4 AM to get a head start on baking the pastries for today, he whispered them against your skin while you were sleeping, followed by a few soft kisses.

“I’ve been madly in love with you for the past few years, Y/N. There’s nothing more I want to do than kiss you and show you the way an amazing woman such as yourself deserves to be treated. But most of all, I want to be yours and you to be mine for as long as you’ll have me.”

Those words have lived rent-free in your head since he told them to you, and your cheeks heat up each time he whispers something similar. Tony is one of the sweetest, most romantic people you’ve ever met, and with his birthday coming up in a few days, you’re planning to make it the most special one yet, as this will be the first birthday as a couple. While your mind keeps switching between your love for your boyfriend and the things you still need to do before the party you’re planning, you find the perfect all-black outfit and look forward to Tony’s reaction when you walk into the store.

“Are you ready to come and see Dada with me, little one?” you ask Coffee Bean as you scratch him between the ears, which is met with a soft meow and a stretch as he’s getting ready to come to the shop. He spends his time there more than here, just like you and Tony, and he has become the face of the café, with many people coming in to catch a glimpse of him and to give him some love, too. It doesn’t take long for you to get to the café together, and excitement grows with every minute as you know you’ll see your boyfriend again soon.

“Tony, we’re here!” you announce as you lock the door again, and before you can turn around, you feel a pair of strong arms sliding around your waist, the scent of cinnamon rolls and coffee now in the air as your boyfriend’s lips find their way to your neck.

“Hi, Sprinkle. I missed you so much,” he whispers between the kisses, giggles filling the space as his stubble tickles the sensitive skin where he’s placing his little trail of pecks.

“I missed you too, Tony. Breakfast wasn’t nearly as fun without you there, but I’m happy to be here now,” you tell him as you turn in his hold, ready to receive more love from him while Coffee Bean is already looking for the best spot to take his first nap of the day as you unzipped the carrier after putting it down. As soon as you have the chance, your lips are on his, and you’re still tasting the coffee he drank earlier, making the kiss intoxicating in the best way possible.

“Ugh, you two should get a room already,” you hear from the back of the café, where your best friend and employee Natasha is standing, her fiery red hair pulled into a tight ponytail that shows off her beautiful features even more. On her lips is a smile that she can’t suppress, as she’s been rooting for you two to get together for as long as any of you can remember.

“We had a room together until you walked in,” Tony shrugs before placing one last peck on your lips and letting you go with a smirk on his lips. As he walks back to the kitchen, ready to work on more cinnamon rolls, you can’t help but stare at the sway in his hips as his butt looks rather scrumptious in the pants he’s wearing, making you want to take a bite out of them, just like the pastries he’s been preparing.

While you’re deep in thought about all the things you want to do with – and to – him as you get the front of the café ready for all the customers, Natasha is helping Tony behind the scenes, getting the last things prepared before opening in an hour. It’s become their second nature as they’re falling into their usual patterns of preparations, and as always, Natasha is shooting question after question at Tony.

“So, when do you think you’ll take your relationship to the next level? I mean, you two already live together. You’re in a relationship, but you haven’t had sex yet. It just- It doesn’t make sense!” While Tony listens to his friend saying this, his face turns bright red, and he’s never been happier standing with his back to someone.

“I- uhm… Well, I want to have sex with her, but with the café being so busy and the fact we’re still searching for more people to work here, we’re not really in the mood for anything other than sleep when we come home…” His voice softens near the end of his sentence, his entire body feeling like it’s on fire at the thought of you, naked and ready for him, his jeans feeling awfully tight for a moment.

For a moment, there’s nothing but silence other than the usual sounds of the ovens and the pastries being prepared, and Tony feels like his friend is trying to burn a hole into the back of his head with her stare.

“I want it to be perfect because she deserves nothing less, you know? I’ve thought about that moment so many times, and every single time, I want Sprinkle to feel like a true goddess as she’s worshiped the way she deserves and to be taken care of afterward, too. I don’t want to rush it just because we ‘’must’’ do it. I’ve already waited most of my life for her to become mine; I’m fine with waiting a little longer to have sex.”

When Tony talks to Nat about this, you’re standing just around the corner, overhearing their conversation. It wasn’t your intention to do so, but when you realized what they were talking about, you were nailed to the floor, unable to move until you heard him share his thoughts. The two of you have talked about this before, so while it’s nothing new to you, it still warms your heart that he’s been thinking about that.

“She’s fortunate with a man like you, Tony. You two are the best thing to have ever happened to one another,” Natasha says with a big smile, which sets your cheeks aflame, too. Being complimented by your best friend makes you feel happy and proud to have both of them in your lives. Then, as their conversation moves on, you return to your work. Coffee Bean has taken his usual spot on the window sill again, and people walking by can’t help but smile as they see him.

Not long after, the café is officially open again, and right away, a line of people forms, most of them being your friends and loved ones, others being regular customers, some being there only to see Coffee Bean. It doesn’t take long for the atmosphere to be comfortable with laughing and conversations being carried through the air while you’re working the front line with Tony, your way of working being flawless as you work alongside each other, sharing longing looks now and again.

With every passing customer, your love for the man beside you grows a little stronger. You’re even more excited to be celebrating his birthday in a few days, as it’ll not only be your first birthday as a couple, but it’ll also become a night never to forget. You’re looking forward to it being here sooner rather than later. Mentally, you’re crossing off a list of things that need to be done as you get the last cinnamon roll from the display, serving it with a smile as you think about what color lingerie Tony would love to see on you.

The days leading to Tony’s birthday have been a rollercoaster as you’re trying to prepare everything while not wanting to act suspicious, seeing that you’re planning on surprising him. Between working at the café, spending time at home with Coffee Bean and Tony, and spending time with friends between the planning stages, it’s becoming a lot, but you’re more than happy to do it, especially when imagining what your boyfriend’s reaction will be when he sees everything you’ve done for him.

On the faithful afternoon before his birthday, you’re sitting behind your laptop in the large armchair by the window, the sun warming your shared apartment perfectly as you go through the last few sentences that you have been working hard on with Maria. For the past few months, you have worked hard on your Italian, wanting to surprise Tony with the biggest surprise of all.

“Ti amo e ti auguro un felice compleanno,” you say slowly, trying to pronounce every word correctly as you’re learning how to say I love you, as well as wishing him a happy birthday. Based on Maria’s smile on your screen, you’re doing a phenomenal job, and she couldn’t be happier and more proud of you for doing this for her one and only son. Her compliments are never-ending as she applauds for you, making your cheeks heat up in response.

“He’s going to love it,” Maria says with her thick Italian accent, which always makes you smile. You have been learning Italian from her and taught her more English phrases, as she mostly speaks Italian with Howard and Tony. It’s been a beautiful way for you to connect over something similar, and you’re increasingly excited to see Tony’s reaction.

“I hope so, too! Though I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you, Maria. Grazie mille,” you tell her, and her face lights up at the words.

“You’re very welcome, my dear. I can’t wait to see you and il mio Angelo tomorrow,” she says, once again letting you know how excited she is to fly in as an extra surprise. Of course, Howard will join her as well, making it even more special. After your final goodbyes, you get up from the chair you were sitting in as you still have some more things to prepare, like the birthday cake you have promised him to make.

In the café, Tony is usually the person who keeps himself busy preparing pastries, savoury treats, and the countless cookies and cakes—you’re definitely the type of person to enjoy an afternoon of baking at home. Dancing in the kitchen while singing along to your favorite songs while floating through your workspace to create the perfect cake for the man you love is always like a dream come true.

What is also a dream come true is for Tony to see you in your element. Because what you don’t know is that he went home from work a little earlier than planned, especially after some encouragement from both Bruce and Natasha, as they insisted they would be able to close the café perfectly fine without him. With your music blasting and you singing along, you don’t hear the front door open and close, nor do you know that you have an audience as he’s leaning against the doorpost, watching you with an expression filled with nothing but love.

As you put the layers of the red velvet cake you have been preparing in the oven, Tony can’t help but get an extra good look at how perfect your butt looks in the shorts you’re wearing, leaving nothing to the imagination as he quickly has to reposition himself in his pants, the fabric suddenly becoming tighter than usual. While his body is urging him to get closer, to do something about the fact that he’s hard as a rock from the way you bent over right in front of him, he still manages to keep his composure to watch you in your natural habitat.

“Did you plan on staying there until it’s time to eat the cake, or were you planning on helping me with some tasting?” you ask him teasingly, his cheeks turning bright red at the knowledge he just got caught staring at you.

“Hmm, I wouldn’t mind watching you bend over like that again,” he tells you confidently before walking over to where you’re standing, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer, his hard length poking you in your back as he does. A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you feel his excitement, though before you know it, he has turned you around, your back now pressing against the counter while his fingers dig into your hips.

“It should be illegal for you to walk around like that, y’know? Might give someone a heart attack or something if you’re being so sexy.”

His voice is low as his eyes darken, and you squeeze your thighs together at the sudden change. The sexual tension between you two has been building steadily for a long time now, and it’s only a matter of time before it’ll all explode and result in a night of passion like neither of you has ever experienced before. Then, without saying another word, his mouth is on yours to devour you, the taste of coffee and cinnamon still on his tongue, while the frosting flavor is on yours, making for a spectacular combination that neither of you can get enough of.

Tony’s lips make a trail from your lips, down your jaw, and onto the sensitive spot on your neck, giving him the perfect opportunity to grab your thighs and lift you onto the counter, allowing you to wrap your legs around him, pulling him as close as physically possible right now. As he continues to leave small marks on your neck, you lace your fingers into his hair, pulling gently at the root, earning yourself a soft groan as you do.

“Sprinkle,” Tony growls in a warning tone, knowing that if you keep going, he will need to change his clothes again, as this has happened a few times before. Though you two have not slept together yet, he has finished early a few times, leading to the bright red cheeks and shy expression you love seeing on your boyfriend. Still, despite his warning, you keep going, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of your thighs as his lips trail to your bare shoulder, his earlier ministrations leaving a bunch of purple marks on your neck.

It doesn’t take much more tugging for Tony to find his sudden release, his teeth sinking into the flesh where your neck meets your shoulder as he ruins yet another set of clothing, though neither of you could care less about that. A deep, long moan falls from his lips as his teeth leave a mark on your neck, pride filling you while you feel Tony’s blushing cheeks against your skin after he’s done riding out his high.

“It’s a good thing I was about to take a shower,” he whispers, his pupils wide from pleasure as he puts his forehead against yours. His entire body feels like it’s on fire from the moment you two shared, and now you’re even more looking forward to your first time. Thankfully, you will have a beautiful lingerie set ready to slip into when the night is finally here, as it highlights your curves beautifully.

“And it’s a good thing that the oven is about to go off at any moment; otherwise, you would have a burnt velvet cake,” you joke as you stroke his cheeks with your thumbs, making him chuckle wholeheartedly. Then, after a few more kisses, your oven timer goes off, and Tony seizes the moment to take the shower he mentioned mere moments ago, allowing you to finish the preparations you were working on before the hot moment you two shared just now.

The rest of the day is spent relaxing. Tony and Coffee Bean spend most of the time before dinner on the couch napping together, giving you the opportunity to take as many photos of them as your heart desires. After dinner, the three of you are cuddled up in bed while watching a movie, making it one of the most comfortable nights you have shared with the little family all three of you have created.

If there’s one thing you’re most definitely not, it’s a morning person, but for Tony, you’re more than happy to make an exception. Today is his birthday, and you two have spent most of your birthdays having breakfast together. This morning, you’re up extra early, wanting to make this one extra special since it’ll be the first time you two are celebrating as a couple. Just as you’re scooping the last of the chocolate chip pancakes you made onto the plate, you hear your boyfriend’s alarm going off, making your timing perfect.

When you take the tray with Tony’s favorite breakfast foods to the bedroom, you feel some soft fur brushing past your legs, letting you know Coffee Bean is more than ready to greet his dad with you.

“Good morning, birthday boy,” you say as you walk into the bedroom, where Tony’s still rubbing the sleep from his eyes when he sees you walking in. You’re wearing a silk robe that leaves very little to the imagination and a pair of black lace panties, giving your boyfriend an extra treat this morning as you put the tray on his lap.

“Hmmm, it’s a very good morning indeed,” Tony says as he looks at how your robe falls open, your chest fully displayed for him. Your smile widens as you lean in for some small kisses, which Tony happily accepts, along with the food and coffee you’ve provided him.

“Happy birthday, Tony. Both me and Coffee Bean wish you many more happy and healthy years,” you say as you pick up Coffee Bean, loud purring audible as you scratch him in his favorite spot between his ears. The entire time, Tony only has eyes for the two of you, the food already half-forgotten about. The bond you and your cat share is something Tony truly admires, and he can’t help but look at you with pure adoration as you give your feline companion a few kisses before putting him on the bed and slipping under the covers, allowing you to have some breakfast right along with Tony.

Soon after breakfast, Tony is off to the café to spend his time there for the day, allowing you to finish the last preparations for the night you have planned. From picking up Howard and Maria at the airport to ensuring everyone will be at the café on time for the surprise party you have planned, you still have to do quite a few things, though it’ll all be worth seeing his reaction later that night.

While your boyfriend and cat are at the café - no doubt getting countless birthday wishes and head scratches - you’re getting ready to drive to the airport, as you’re picking up his parents as they’re going to be one of the biggest surprises of the evening. While Tony thinks he’ll be FaceTiming them tonight with you after you go out to dinner, they’ll be here in person instead, as they have never missed one of his birthdays.

Thankfully, the drive to and the airport wait goes by quickly, and you’re soon wrapped up in some of the best hugs you’ve ever gotten. First, by Howard as he places a kiss on your cheek as a greeting, and then by the only woman you love as much as your Mom. From the moment you were small, they have seen you as their very own daughter, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Benvenuto,” you say as Maria pulls you in for one of her nearly bone-crushing hugs, making you laugh as you inhale her familiar scent. She smiles widely as you greet her in Italian, and she puts her hands on your cheeks to take a good look at you after pulling away.

“You look even better than the last time we saw you,” she says, which sets your cheeks on fire as you’re unsure what to say for a moment. She’s never shy when giving out compliments, but just like when Tony compliments you - and he does it a lot - you’re not sure how to respond, so you smile widely as you whisper a soft ‘thank you.’

“How is mi Angelo?” Maria asks, calling him by one of her countless nicknames for her son. Tony is an only child and has a powerful bond with both of his parents because of that, though if it comes to who he’s closer to, it’ll always be Maria. Howard has given him the best childhood Tony could wish for, but Maria has taught him things no one else ever could - like how to treat a woman and be the best cook you could imagine - and you’re very thankful he has such a great bond with them.

“He’s doing very well; he’s at the café now, so we should have plenty of time to prepare the last things while we still can. Are you two still able to make the last preparations in the café while Tony is at home after work?” you ask, a hint of nerves settling in your voice. Maria immediately senses it and puts her hand on your arm to calm you down, a smile tugging at the corners as you feel her warm, ring-adorned hand on your skin.

“Of course! We’re nothing if not people of our word,” Howard says from the back seat, and you sigh a small sigh of relief at his words. The rest of the drive is spent talking about everything that still needs to be prepared, and by the time you get back to the apartment, it’s finally time to finish the cupcakes you were planning on baking today. They’ll be double chocolate cupcakes with thick chocolate frosting on top, making them very indulgent and remarkably delicious.

About 30 minutes before Tony was on his way home, Howard and Maria were off to have an early dinner together in one of their favorite restaurants they used to frequent when they still lived in New York, giving you plenty of time to relax before welcoming your boyfriend home and to get ready for the surprise party. The closer it gets to 6 PM, the higher your heart rate seems to be, feeling like it’s about to leap out of your chest when you hear the lock of your front door turn.

“Are you ready to go and say hi to Mama?” you hear Tony say to Coffee Bean, shortly followed by a loud meow and his little feet tapping on the hardwood floors of your apartment. Your smile widens as he sprints towards you, and you put your book down right on time as he’s making a beeline to join you on the couch for some much-needed attention - as if he hasn’t gotten enough from everyone at the café already.

“Hi, beautiful girl. We missed you at the café today,” Tony tells you as he walks in, his clothing still covered in flour from all the baking he did throughout the day. Instead of changing at the café, he decides to rush straight home, wanting to see you and, of course, to get ready for the night you have planned.

“I missed you too, Tony. But I’ll join you again tomorrow,” you say between the kisses he gives you while Coffee Bean is still happily purring away in your arms the entire time. He smiles into the kisses before placing one more on your cheek and heading towards the bathroom, his hips swaying perfectly as he does. It’s almost as if he’s inviting you to join him, and that’s precisely what you’re planning to do, as you’re unable to stay away from him any longer than you have to.

“Do you have some room for one more?” you ask in a slightly teasing tone, already knowing the answer. He’s already in the shower, the warm water falling following every bare inch and soft curve of his toned body onto the floor, your eyes roaming over every last bit of exposed skin. The chuckle immediately following your question tells you everything you need to know, and you have just enough composure not to rip off every bit of your clothes before stepping into the water.

For a moment, there’s a silence between you as he wraps his arms around you, allowing the water to drench you both for a bit. A small sigh falls from your lips as you trace abstract figures onto the small of his back, your eyes closed as you lean into him. The moment is intimate and perfect, and you’re happy to be able to share these moments with him, too, especially after it has taken a long time for the two of you to admit your deepest feelings for one another.

“I love you, Sprinkle. Thank you for making my life complete,” Tony says in a low tone as he lets you go and lifts his hand to your chin, gently grabbing it to tilt your head back. Your cheeks feel like they’re burning in the best way possible, and your entire body is on fire, with molten hot lava spreading through your veins as your breathing quickens. He always has this effect on you without needing to try even remotely, and his signature little smirk is the cherry on top.

“I- I love you,” you stammer, voice barely audible as you’re still trying to keep it together beneath his longing gaze. Then, he dips his head down, capturing your lips in a soft, longing kiss with your fingers digging into his sides, making him giggle at the gesture.

“If I had known you were planning on tickling me, I wouldn’t have agreed to let you shower with me!” Tony’s laugh makes you smile widely as you stand on your tiptoes to kiss him, too. The moment made the tension in the air melt away, allowing the atmosphere to become more loving instead of being charged with pent-up tension. For now, this feels perfect, and when Tony takes the time to wash your hair - scalp massage and an infinite amount of kisses included - it’s like every single worry in your mind melts away.

By the time the two of you are finally done, there’s a little under an hour left to get ready for Tony’s surprise party, but thanks to your thorough planning, you have already laid out an outfit for you and Tony to wear. For you, there’s a simple, flattering black and red outfit waiting while you have opted for a black and white outfit for your boyfriend, as it is something he always manages to pull off. However, he’d pull off a potato sack if that’s all he could wear.

Soon, the last finishing touches are laid to hairstyles, make-up, and outfits, and then it’s ready to go. While Tony is still under the impression there will be a nice, simple dinner for you both, nothing could be further from the truth. Back at the ‘Coffee Bean Café,’ your friends and family are waiting, and of course, Coffee Bean, too, as Nat secretly picked him up while the two of you were taking your time in the shower.

“It’s finally our first birthday celebration as a couple tonight. I can’t believe I’m finally celebrating this moment together, and I get to kiss you as a little present to myself, too.” As if trying to prove his point, he leans in to place a featherlight kiss on your lips, as he doesn’t want to accidentally ruin the lipstick that matches your blazer perfectly. Thankfully, because he is so wrapped up in your beauty, he doesn’t know that the Uber you two are in is taking you to the café instead of the restaurant you said you would be going to. Still, his face is unforgettable as he finally notices it when the driver announces your arrival.

“Why- how- What have you done?” Tony asks with a slightly suspicious tone, his eyebrows raised and nearly touching his hairline as he looks at you.

“Surprise,” you say with a chuckle, making Tony smile widely as you realize what you have done. Deep down, you both know there’s nowhere else he would want to spend his birthday - other than in bed with you -and your heart rate rises rapidly with every passing moment. From the moment you get out of the car to the second you turn the key in the front door of your café, all you can think about is how lucky you are to spend the night with the people you love most.

As soon as the door swings open, you’re greeted by everyone wearing party hats in all different colors and sizes. Even Coffee Bean is wearing a small blue party hat, and festive garlands and other decorations are everywhere. Front and center are the two people he loves most: Howard and Maria Stark. He has not seen them since the café's opening, and tears are gathered in his eyes as he’s standing in the doorway like he’s nailed to the floor.

“I can’t believe it,” he whispers as Maria approaches him, a chuckle of relief leaving his lips as he embraces her, the tears flowing down his cheeks as he buries his face in her neck. Even though he’s quite a bit taller than his Mom, he will always do this, as he has done this since he was little. It’s his little safe space, and he does it with you, especially when he’s having a tough day and needs to escape the world for a moment.

“Buon compleanno, figlio mio. Ti amo con tutto il cuore e l'anima e sono orgoglioso di te,” Maria says, and you tear up at her words. Hearing how much she loves and is proud of him makes your heart swell with love, and he squeezes her tighter at her words. Their bond is one you can never get enough of seeing, and you’re hoping to share one exactly like it with your baby one day.

“Grazie mamma. Ti voglio bene e grazie per essere qui nel giorno del mio compleanno,” Tony says after letting her go, and Maria can’t help but wipe away his tears with her soft hand. There’s nowhere else she would rather be than with her son, the girl he loves, and all of your friends. She wouldn’t miss his birthday for the world, and there’s nothing she wouldn’t do for Tony.

“Happy birthday, il mio angelo,” Maria says one more time before pulling him down to kiss his cheek, making him smile widely as she lets him go. Then it’s Howard’s turn to wish his son a happy birthday, and he couldn’t be more excited after seeing the love of his life and the result of their love, his beautiful son, together once again.

“Come here, Tony - congratulations on your birthday. You deserve to be surrounded by all the people you love, and I’m happy that we get to be here for you, as well,” he says, tearing up in the process. As you watch Tony and Howard share this moment, you see how similar they are - both in appearance and personality - making you think of your future with Tony, if your future son or daughter looks like him, or if they will get his personality traits. You don’t get to think about it for long, though, because Maria is in front of you before you can finish the thought.

“Thank you for bringing us here. It means a lot,” Maria says as she hugs you, and you hum in response.

“You’re welcome, Maria. I know how much Tony loves you, and he would want the two of you to be here on a day like today,” you tell her as you glance over at him, as he’s now being congratulated by his best friend, Bruce. A wide smile is on your lips as you look at him, and Maria can tell that the love between you two is practically dripping off every inch of your body.

“He’s lucky with someone like you. He loves you very much-” is all Maria can say before she gets interrupted by something dropping on the floor and what sounds like hundreds, if not thousands, of coffee beans rolling all over the floor. You quickly look to see what happened and laugh heartily as you see your silly cat, Coffee Bean, playing with the spilled beans he undoubtedly knocked down.

After a quick clean-up - but not before taking a few photos and videos - it’s finally time for you to wish your boyfriend a happy birthday. You’ve been looking forward to this moment for a long time, though nerves are now settling in your stomach as you look at Maria for reassurance. She gives you an excited thumbs up, and you nod before turning to Tony.

“Tony, ti amo da sempre, da quando giocavamo insieme sull'altalena da piccoli, agli infiniti film che vedevamo e ai pomeriggi passati in cucina a cucinare da adolescenti. Ogni giorno mi sento fortunata ad essere la tua ragazza, e ogni giorno mi innamoro di nuovo di te. Ti amo, Tony, e ti auguro un felice compleanno, circondato dai nostri amici e familiari.”

Tony, I have loved you for as long as I can remember, from when we played on the swings together when we were small to the endless movies we saw and afternoons we spent in the kitchen baking as teenagers. Every day, I feel lucky to be your girlfriend, and every day, I fall for you all over again. I love you, Tony, and I wish you a happy birthday as our friends and family surround us. You know it by heart, both in English and Italian.

However, his response is one you did not expect, and no one around you expected it either. But it’s very Tony-like to say something like this, and your face splits into a massive smile as the words sink in.

“Marry me.”

Tony’s birthday is filled to the brim with surprises - from you throwing a surprise party to Tony asking you to marry him after wishing him a happy birthday in Italian - and you wouldn’t change it for the world. Though there is no ring on your finger yet, you’re more than happy to say you’re officially an engaged couple. You’re still on cloud nine as Howard and Maria congratulate you on your engagement.

“I can’t believe you asked her to marry you, Tony! I mean, I can, but you know what I mean,” Howard says as he hugs Tony, making his son laugh at his dad’s words. Meanwhile, Maria is hugging you tightly as she cannot stop telling you how happy she is that you’re officially going to be her daughter-in-law, even though you’re practically their daughter already.

“Welcome to the Stark family, Y/N. It’s an honor to have you become a part of it, too,” Maria says, and you nod in approval.

“The honor is all mine, Maria. There’s nothing I would love more than to be your daughter-in-law, even though you’re practically my second Mom already,” you joke, making her smile and blush simultaneously.

“You’ll make me cry if you keep going!” Maria jokes, and the two of you burst out in laughter together, the sound filling up the room like music to your future husband’s ears. Then, it’s time to switch places, and Howard welcomes you to the family while Tony and Maria share a silent moment. His face tucked in her neck, her arms wrapped tightly around him as if to protect him from the world.

“Ti amo, Tony,” she whispers, and it’s all she needs to say, as nothing else needs to be said. It’s all about how they love one another and their bond. It’s beautiful and brings tears to your eyes every single time. After you’re both finished with the congratulations on your engagement from everyone else, you’re slowly swaying back and forth in your fiancé's arms, a slow song playing over the speakers.

“I think I’m still in shock over you asking me to marry you,” you say to Tony, causing him to chuckle in response. Your smile does not move even an inch.

“It’s a miracle it took me this long to propose. I was ready to ask you the night I told you I was in love with you, but I’m glad I managed to keep it in for a month. Though if it didn’t happen tonight, it wouldn’t have taken me long to be honest with you. I’ve already picked out a ring for you, too,” he admits shyly, his cheeks bright red at his confession. He had already picked it up before the two of you even got together, as there had never been a doubt in his mind that you were getting married one day.

Then, just as you’re about to respond to him, you feel Coffee Bean weaving through your legs, also wanting in on the excitement. You let Tony go for a moment in favor of picking up your feline baby, his purrs audible over the music that’s currently playing.

“Are you excited about your mama and dada getting married? Yeah? And it’s all because of you!” you say to him, earning yourself a proud meow. If it weren’t for Coffee Bean walking into the café one fateful night, the café might not have become what it is now, and you and Tony might still be nothing more than best friends. But now you’re happily in love and engaged to the man you love.

“I know I am excited,” Maria’s voice says beside you. You see her reaching for Coffee Bean, wanting to snuggle him from the moment she walked into the café earlier today. You happily give him to her, and then you finally have the chance to ask Tony what was on your mind earlier.

“I’m curious as to what my ring looks like. How about we sneak out of the party to go and see it?” you ask him in a playful tone. His eyes widened at your question, and he nodded immediately before looking around to see if anyone would notice the two of you sneaking out. Thankfully, everyone is preoccupied with a drink or one another, so you and Tony carefully sneak away through the back door, your heart beating a mile a minute as you just snuck away from the surprise party you organized.

The Uber ride home seemed to last much longer than when you were going to the party, every second feeling like a minute and every minute feeling like an hour. Knowing that there’s a ring waiting for you makes you even more impatient than usual, and the silence in the car feels like it’s electric. You’re practically running towards your apartment as your excitement and curiosity rise with every passing second. Your front door swings open effortlessly, 

“Sprinkle, I need you to wait here and close your eyes, okay? Absolutely no peeking until I say you can look,” Tony says, his flushed cheeks making him look adorable as you take in his beautiful complexion. You nod in agreement, and after a quick peck on your lips, you close them as promised. After what feels like forever, he tells you to open them, and you’re met with a sight that takes your breath away.

All around you are lit candles and rose petals, and in front of you is Tony after he’d gone down on one knee, the ring box opened, and the most important question of your life is on his lips once again. Your eyes are focused on the ring he picked out, as it’s not a traditional engagement ring but one he had custom-made for you when you moved into this apartment together. It’s been in his nightstand drawer all this time, waiting for a moment that might not come. But it did, and now Tony is officially asking you again to become his wife.

“Sprinkle, will you give me the honor of sharing our love for the rest of our lives and marrying me?” You never shouted ‘yes’ so quickly in your life, and in an instant, Tony is standing again, the ring sliding onto your finger perfectly. It’s a perfect match, and it’s meant to be. You stretch your arm out to admire the jewelry on your ring finger, the red stone glimmering stunningly in the light of the candles.

“From the moment I saw it, I knew this would be the ring I would propose to you with one day. I've been waiting for the right moment since that day, and I think it’s safe to say it was worth the wait,” Tony says before bringing your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles ever so softly. Then, without saying another word, Tony pulls you towards the bedroom, where you will solidify tonight as the best night ever.

“God, you look so fucking beautiful. And you’re all mine, too,” Tony whispers as he takes his time to let his gaze roam over your bare flesh, your clothes long discarded after Tony took his time to take them off one by one, paired with a seemingly endless amount of kisses. He’s liberally sprinkled in more love confessions, too, and your entire body feels like a string that has been tightened to the point where even the slightest touch could push you over the edge, making you snap as pleasure rushes through your entire body.

“I’ll go slow tonight, okay? I know it’s not your first time, but I’m still well above average, so I’ll be sure to go slow and take my time. If there’s one thing I don’t want, it's hurting you, so I’m going to take my time to stretch out your tight, dripping, perfect pussy tonight. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” you tell him, and he smiles in appreciation before he moves down on the bed, spreading your legs just enough to slot his broad shoulders between them. For years, he’s dreamt of tasting you, and tonight will be one of his biggest dreams come true. After many nights dreaming of what you would taste like, what you will sound like as he takes his time to make you fall apart, and fantasizing how you will feel around his thick cock, it’s finally happening. And he couldn’t be more excited.

Without saying another word, Tony spreads your pussy with both hands, exposing the pink flesh as he bites on his bottom lip, his lip curling into his signature smirk. He leans in, a deep growl escaping as his tongue glides over your entrance, up your sensitive bundle of nerves, and back down again, giving him the perfect first taste. And now that he’s had a taste, he knows he never wants anything other than your sweet nectar on his tongue for the rest of his life.

Tony expertly builds your high as he listens to every sound and movement of your body, learning precisely what you like and what you love. You’re about to snap as he slides two fingers into your waiting entrance, a loud moan slipping from your lips as your back arches off the bed. Simultaneously, you grab his hair, pulling on the roots of his dark strands to pull your fiancé even closer as he suckles on your clit, his fingers gently working in and out of your clenching pussy.

The groan that reverberates through your body is precisely what you need, and your first orgasm of the night washes over you as your entire body trembles, your chest rising and falling quickly as your hips work in tandem with his fingers and tongue. Your second orgasm is inevitable as he doubles down on his effort, the aftershocks of your first one barely gone by the time you’re in heaven again.

“Tony-” you gasp as he adds a third finger, your grip on his hair only tightening, which adds to his pleasure as he feels his rock-hard length twitching in his boxers. The pleasure feels like it’s never-ending, and by the time your third orgasm has finally washed through your entire body, he pulls out his fingers only to replace them with his tongue as he licks up every last drop of your arousal. His groans drive you insane in the best way possible, and every previous thought has now officially left your brain.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” Tony whispers as he slips the three fingers that were knuckle deep inside you mere moments ago into your mouth, and you happily lick every last drop of your arousal off them. While it’s not something you’ve ever done before, you’re not mad at the experience, as it heightens the tension in the room even more. As you moan around his digits, Tony feels like he’s about to burst, though he’s willing himself to wait until he’s finally felt your tight heat around every last inch of him.

“How’s my favorite girl feeling? Is everything feeling okay?” Tony asks after he takes back his fingers, allowing you to tell him what’s happening.

“Great,” you say with a small smile, the three orgasms he pulled from your willing body have already worn you out more than you thought it would, but it’s all for a good cause, as you’re now ready to be stretched around his cock, which is what you’re most excited for.

“Good. I love you so much,” he tells you, followed by a few kisses on your cheek, making you smile. Then, in one fluid motion, he pulls off his boxers, allowing all 7,5 inches of his thick, veiny, rock-hard cock to spring free. A bead of pre-cum is already gathering at the tip; his climax is already being built up by the way you taste, as well as the fact that he managed to make you cum 3 times already while only using his fingers and tongue.

“Fuck,” you whisper as you look at the blue veins running across his length, the little patch of black hair above it making you salivate as you think about how that’ll feel as it rubs against your sensitive pussy while he fills you entirely. While you have seen him naked and hard before - mainly in the mornings and in the shower - it’s even more impressive now that you know what’s going to happen next. Then it also clicks why he wanted to stretch you out first; he wouldn’t be able to fit without the preparation.

“You like what you see, hm?” Tony teases you, and your cheeks are immediately burning after his comment. He smiles widely before crawling over you and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his cock resting on your mound as he does. As you moan into the kiss, you feel it twitch, which causes a burst of pride to bloom in your chest. Then, Tony repositions himself so that he’s comfortable between your legs whilst yours are wrapped around his waist for better access.

“Are you ready, Sprinkle? If you ever change your mind or want to stop for any reason, please tell me, okay?” he asks, and you answer with a firm yes. As Tony looks down to guide his cock to your waiting entrance, he’s getting excited and nervous at the same time as he’ll finally make love to you, just like he has dreamt of countless times before. Almost immediately, his soft, pink tip slides in effortlessly, your body welcoming him without problem.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Tony groans as he gently thrusts in and out of you, your body moving in tandem with his as he takes his time to stretch you around his length. You can feel every vein, inch, move, and twitch. It’s heaven on earth, and you’re being filled by the man you love and will marry one day. You’re having sex with Tony, and it’s even better than you ever could have dreamt it to be.

“Tony-” His name comes out as a broken moan, and his eyes snap up to meet yours immediately, his body stilling in an instant.

“Sprinkle?” he asks, worry laced in his voice.

“I- I’m good. Please, please fuck me,” you beg him, and he has to clench his teeth in order not to cum right here and right now. He hasn’t even bottomed out yet.

“Hmmmm, not yet, my sweet Sprinkle. ‘M not done stretching you quite yet,” he says as he thrusts deeper again, only an inch or two left before he’s finally bottoming out. He’s taking his sweet time, and even though it drives you mad in the best way possible, you’re also wanting nothing more than to be fucked hard. His composure is slowly slipping with every thrust, and when he bottoms out completely, you both let out a loud, cursing moan of each other’s names.

After a moment of adjusting to the last stretch, Tony pulls almost all the way out before thrusting fully in this time, making your back arch from the bed as your fingernails dig into his shoulders, leaving marks as you scratch your nails down, earning yourself a delightful curse from your fiancé. A beast is released inside Tony, and he fucks you in earnest, his thrusts deep and hard, as he chases both your orgasms.

“Sprinkle- ‘m close- please- fuck- cum for me,” he growls as he keeps fucking you, the sounds of your moans and your bodies slapping together filling the entire apartment. It’s filthy, it’s delicious, and most of all, it’s love. It only takes three more of Tony’s well-aimed thrusts for you to cum again, this time nearly pushing his cock out of your pussy as she clenches around him, and Tony curses loudly at the feeling of his cock being squeezed like that.

With a groan of your name, he cums, too, as he fills you up with his warm seed, though he keeps fucking you through your shared orgasms, his cum, and your arousal leaking down his cock and onto the mattress. Still, neither one of you cares for even a single moment. All you know is Tony and how good he makes you feel as you continue marking his back, adding to the bright red scratches you’ve been making the entire time.

“God, you feel amazing,” Tony pants as he finally pulls out of you, and he can’t help but take a look at how ruined your pussy is. From the way it’s stretched on his cock to the cum still dripping out, he’s never seen a hotter thing, and he’s inwardly thanking his lucky stars that he gets to see something so filthy yet sexy all at once.

After Tony collapses onto the bed, you tuck yourself into his side for some much-needed post-sex cuddles and kisses, which he showers you with all over your face. Your eyes slip shut from exhaustion - both from the amount of planning you’ve been doing the past few weeks, as from the amazing sex you just had with your fiancé - and Tony’s more than happy to let you take a short nap after cleaning you up with the towels he laid next to the bed in advance.

When you wake up from your nap, you’re wearing one of Tony’s shirts and a pair of his boxers, which you don’t remember putting on, but you’re perfectly able to guess that Tony did that while you were asleep. He’s not with you in the bed anymore, but he’s now in the kitchen, cutting some slices of his birthday cake while wearing nothing more than a pair of tight sweatpants, the outline of his cock perfectly visible through it all.

“Hi, sleepyhead,” Tony says as he pulls you in for a kiss, making you smile as you put your hands on his warm chest.

“I figured I’d cut some slices of my birthday cake while it’s still, you know, my birthday. However, if you're up for it, I’m happy to eat them in the bath. That way, I can also massage you to get some of the soreness out of your muscles. And I want to take a bath with my fiancée,” he smiles as his fingers slide over your ring.

“I think that’s the perfect ending to your birthday, Tony,” you say before taking one of the plates with a slice of cake and walking to the bathroom, which is already set up for you both to enjoy. You quickly get undressed before sliding in, the heat of the water relaxing your muscles, too. It doesn’t take long for your fiancé to join in for the best ending to the best birthday you two have ever celebrated together.

“I love you, future Mrs. Stark-Y/L/N,” Tony says as he feeds you a piece of cake, your eyes widening at the combination of your names. It’s perfect, and you look forward to proudly wearing his name. 

It’s the morning after Tony’s birthday, and you’ve barely poured both yourself and your fiancé - which is a name you cannot get enough of saying - a cup of coffee when you hear a knock on the door. You quickly grab the shirt Tony wore yesterday - which was still lying in the hallway leading to his bedroom - before shoving everything else into a room and shutting the door, ready to open the door to see who dares to interrupt your first morning with your fiancé.

“Well, it must be a very good morning for the two of you this morning,” Maria says with a wink as she walks into the apartment, holding Coffee Bean in her arms, and Howard walks in right behind her. Your cheeks burn as you follow them into the kitchen, where they’re both taking one of the chairs around the kitchen island to sit down.

“Would the two of you like some coffee? I was just about to make breakfast pancakes, too,” you tell them, and they nod as they keep glancing over at each other as if they know something you don’t. Thankfully, Coffee Bean is more than happy to be a much-needed distraction, and when Tony walks in, he’s met by a pleasant surprise as he sees his parents sitting there.

“Buongiorno,” he says with flushed cheeks as he kisses Maria on her cheek and gives Howard a nod.

“So, you two thought I didn’t notice you sneaking out last night? It’s a good thing I did notice; otherwise, you might have left poor Coffee Bean at the café by himself,” Maria says, and it’s a good thing you’re standing with your back towards her, as you can now hide the fact that your face is turning a shade of red that you didn’t think it could reach.

“I- uhm. We-” is all your fiancé can say as he’s blushing hard, too.

“We were young once, too. Tony. It’s okay to want some alone time, especially after you just asked her to marry you. Right, il mio fiore?” Howard says as he leans over to Maria, kissing her sweetly on her cheek, causing her to blush, as well.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think the heating is too high with all those red faces here!” Howard says, making you laugh as you flip the pancake you’re currently working on, and just like that, the ice is broken, and any awkwardness has left the room. The rest of the morning is spent catching up on everything you missed yesterday and showing off the ring.

“Oh, it’s Bellissimo!” Maria exclaims as you show her your engagement ring, and Tony kisses you on the top of your head before sitting down, ready to scarf down some pancakes of his own. Your activities last night have caused quite the appetite, and he’ll never say no to your pancakes. They’re so good that they even make it on the list of reasons he can’t wait to marry you. He wants to have your pancakes for the rest of his life.

“I love you, Sprinkle. You make me complete, and I can’t imagine living without you,” he says before kissing your cheek. You can’t wait to see what the rest of your life brings, but you’re thrilled to be spending it with the love of your life by your side, as you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

[eloquent-edits]

🗡️ Oh, love, don’t let me go

won’t you take me where the streetlights glow? 🗡️ physical affection prompts

Tight hugs that feel like coming home after a long time away

Eskimo kisses!!!

Tracing constellations between freckles and moles

Reaching for their hand in a crowd, knowing they’ll guide you through safely

Cradling their face in your hands, thumb brushing against the creases of their smile

Kissing the back of their hand and gently squeezing it before leaving

Dog piles on a couch with limbs all askew yet very comfortable

After a terrible joke, flicking their arm or hand

Les bises (cheek kisses) upon greeting them

A hearty clap of joy on the back

Hidden tangling of the legs under a table or blanket

Resting your chin on their shoulder, arms wrapping them in a gentle embrace from behind

Friendly sparring while waiting around (if actual swords are included that’s even better)

Twirling them around in a big hug, bursting into laughter when you almost topple over

Sneakily finding the right moment to slip an ice cold hand up their shirt

Washing their back in the shower for them

When they’re injured or sick, carefully carrying them where they need to go

Secret handshakes just for fun

Hip-checking, either like a salsa dancer’s final move or a itty bitty bump for acknowledgment

Detangling or braiding their hair as their head rests in your lap

Spooning (big or little spoon, it’s nice 10/10 highly recommend)

Pressing a warm hand into their side/stomach/back to alleviate cramps or muscle strains

Scratching that ridiculously hard to reach spot for them

Brief shoulder massages when they’re stressed

Curling into their chest, protected from everything in the world for that moment

[plutonious]

wahtever I like emmie and gogo I want to talk about them.

after emmet gets to hisui ingo is verrry cheerful due to the amount of affection he recives from emmet

ingo's been basically trained out of initiating physical contact from being a part of pearl clan for so long, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like it, just that he forgets he's allowed to do so when theres someone he can do so with, so everytime emmet touches him he practially melts. emmet is latched onto ingo half the time so that's really often. something something he grew up with one million affection and then didn't realize he was missing it until he got it back. now he doesn't like being apart from his brother for too long. because it's warm and cozy to be hugged.

[squeiky]

METAL SONIC X CHAOS ZERO!!!

IN ALL THE CHARTS I COULD FIND!!

Some of the charts got repetitive, so i cropped it.

NOTES: there may be someee minor inconsitences as sometimes id change mind my across one chart to another.

If you want an expliantion for ANY of my choices here, please ask! I am starving for conversation about this relationship- so please please please ask my questions- or just tell me your own ideas! Idk! Communicate! Your words and thoughts are not dumb!! They are very important to me and must be shared!!!

Also, some more of my thoughts + notes after the cut:

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I think my favorite charts are the first two, since the first one was pretty thourghough and easy to get whilst also including intresting and unique questions to the relatio ship dynamic. the second one i added a bit of character interaction so its really cute, and thats practically why i like.

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I particularly like the touch chart, as i really had to consider wthe physicality of these two, and the custom model was fun to make (look they're even holding hands haha). It was a bit tricky considering i had to figure out what touches where welcomed and what weren't based on previous canonical interactions, and my own theories/speculations.

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Oh, to explian the "lends clothes" and "borrows/steals clothes", i always found the neat detail of Neo Metal Sonic's wardrobe possesing a kind of.. arm warmer/bell sleeve? As well as its pants(?) Being a bell bottom.

Without the belt/butt cape, it does make metal sonics limbs somehwhat resemble the sillouette of Chaos' body, so obviously- i just figured that Chaos, if he were to wear any clothing, would probably be stolen by Metal Sonic since it already seems to be fond of that particular look that Chaos naturally has.

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Oh, and Metal and Chaos being somewhat organized is due to thier jobs and enviornment they grew up in. Eggman, being the opposite of Sonics carefree, chaotic attitude, would likely prefer more cleaner, organized or "controlled" enviornments. Thus, i feel that Metal Sonic may have picked up a few tidying or cleaning habits that were a cause of eggman simply teaching or implimenting features in his bots to prefer the "clean up" of "dirty" or "messy" areas.

For chaos, i do recall reading something (perhaps on the chao wiki) of him purifying the Altars water and keeping it relatively clean from debries and such. Furthermore, having to be sole guardian of little children chao, the altar and the master emerald, requires a lot of responsibility and- if anyone has worked with children before- it can get very messy very quickly. So its mere speculation, but i do think Chaos would have picked up many cleaning habits as well, as well as cooking/harvesting skills due to him having to take care of large batches of critters.

Surprisingly, for a creature named "Chaos", the name only truely applies to the singular instance in which he is "Final Chaos" (as thats likely what the echidnas called him during and after that time.) Turns out, Chaos is way more controlled and responsible than chaotic and carefree.

So to segway, out of the two, Metal Sonic would be way more chaotic considering its nack for stirring up trouble (CD, Sonic Heroes, Chaotix.. ect) for the heroes, as well as it not really having major responsibilites outside of its purpose to "destroy sonic" and occasionally obey whatever task eggman requires of it.

Thus, is why in the driving promps, i title it "a speeder".

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To explain the "Cognito Egro Sum" (aka. I think therefore i am) and the "infinty symbol" for the ages, er.. Metal sonic is a robot, and Chaos is an immortal being. If your being technical with it, you can say they're both relatively young, considering Chaos chao can't age and are often stuck in the form they were hatched in- despite the fact that chao do infact change as they age-

One can consider the idea that Chaos, for all intensive purposes, looks and probably is pretty young- if we apply chao logic to him.

Though one will argue "but Chaos is ancient" which is true, but his case is similar to Shadow's as he was trapped in that Master emerald for... millions of years............. so, similarly to how shadow was stuck for 50 years yet remains a teenager both inside and out, Chaos- for whatever age he was before he got trapped, probably still thinks and acts like that, as well as Tikal. Except now they probably need a LOT of therapy.

^hence why i put chaos's sleeping habits as "sleeps poorly" and "sleeps to little". In hindsight, being trapped in a emerald for thousands of years, with your freind of who's father killed your entire* family and burned your house (altar) down and tried to steal your most precious item (master emerald) and being the girl whos stuck with your freind(?) who killed your entire bloodline and basically genocided your entire community- stuck with him for THOUSANDS OF YEARS- is.....is going to require a lot of therapy.

So y'know, bad sleeping problems. Also probably why i depict Chaos hugging a lot + being affectionate, since being deprived your community that is entirely reliant on the concept of "caring, loving, and nurturing one another" (cause.. the opposite of that means chao will basically die upon reincarnation), for thousands of years is... a good recipe for touch starvation and a need for attention.

^hence why chaos is also on the attention side of some charts.

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^ just conintuing off of that previous statement, i did move Chaos closer towards "extrovert" in the "extrovert or introvert" prompts, as since Chaos, unlike Metal Sonic, deals closely with many chao, and often is surrounded by a crowd of them, i do believe that Chaos would have to atleast gain some energy from social interaction in order to surivive that every day, without burning out.

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The whole "who talks more" thing is kind of funny because, technically, its metal sonic (see Sonic Heroes + Sonic Free riders) who has more lines than.. Chaos's total of zero!

Meaning that, if anything, the "he said no pickles" meme would probably mean that Metal Sonic would be at the counter whilst Chaos is sitting in the back.

Though, compared to MANY other characters, these two are practically dead-silent, and would most likely rely on non-verbal ways of affection than verbal.

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Oh and the "ethical v. Immoral thing" where i emphasized that chaos was "neutral" was because by compsring him to "chaos chao", theres a dark side, good guy side, and then neutral. Considering Chaos's history of amazingly goodwilled to horrendously incidous, one can conclude that he practically in the middle in terms of ethics or morality.

Metal sonic is definetly on the more immoral side, though i wouldnt put it all the way, as i do have considering enviornmental aspects to its behavior (such as well.. being a badnik, and being constantly exposed to eggman's immoral behaviors). So, other than like, unnesecarily abusing animal freinds in CD, and throwing a ship probably full of people at sonic (Sonic heroes) there aren't many instances in which Metal Sonic does something completely immoral and unjust- without any context regarding eggman ordering it too, or simply it just doing its job as a badnik.

However those actions are prettt bad on its own- though compared to... killing out an entire species... drowning thousands of people in a city and attempting to kill eggman with a giant laserbeam... and to whatever hyjinks eggman gets up too...

Its actions seem.. relatively small (though not obsolete.)

So like, theres not going to be many issues regarding "metal sonics gotta be a good guy"/ "i can fix him🥺" mentalities, since its kind of hard to do that, when you have a kill count of a 100+ whilst Metal Sonic is still on the "i'm needlessly harming animals, and threw a boat"...

Then again, i like to think the leiniency allows for them to work on themselves together, rather than tear eachother down or hate eachothers guts.

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Transgender - both for my headcannnon, but also a refrence to it literally going "i transformed myself with my own hands" and well, i cant resist a pun/play on words now can i?

Agender- chaos dont have.. genders.

However, i thought this would change when introduced to concept of feminine and masculine models of the ancients in frontiers, but looking at Chaos, he doesnt resemble either one very much (tbh, in Sonic Forces, his model actually looks more akin to the fem version, than the pointy and sharp masc ones) and looks more akin to that of the children, if anything.

Plus, being masculine or feminine isnt really and indicator of gender anyways.. so like..???

So what? Does Chaos, gender? NOPE! Chaos isn't an ancient (thats his ancestor) and is a mutated chao. Chaos are genderless, or atleast out of that particular binary.

If Tikal showed up one day and started calling Chaos a "he/him", its likely that Chaos could've just.. adopted that. Assigned pronouns by random. Amazing.

So agender, as i can't think of anything else.

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Sexuality -idk. Look, i dont consider whomth one likes. The knowledge of my characters, or other characters sexualites comes upon me in the way preists suddenly hear the words of their gods.

I dunno, until suddenly i know. Thats just how it is.

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Ending it here cause im hungrt and cant think of anything else to chat on.

[euclydya]

I've decided everything wjll be okay and we are fine <2 i just remembered i have two wonderful husbands whom i love very much tee hee

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

the writing fanfic to "huh? this doesn't seem like how romance is normally written" to "am i somewhere on the aro spectrum" to "oh god the reason i dont identify w the generic aro label is bc i need a microlabel" to "fuck i need to rewrite this whole fic" pipeline