#no love like your love au

[the-iceni-bitch]

𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼

Relationship: lawyer!amazon Natasha Romanoff x petite!curvy fem reader (big red and peach, NLLYL)

Words: ~1.6k

Summary: Christmas with your girlfriend is magical

Warnings: explicit language, soooooo much fluff, w/w, they’re massively in love, mentions of multiple orgasms, established relationship, relationship milestones, lots of kisses, no minors due to the AU

A/N: They are so soft and in love and so am I!! 🥰 Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all of you wonderful babies (and one in particular)

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You moaned and stretched as you woke up, frowning at the empty other half of the bed until you smelled coffee then smiling to yourself as you rose to your feet.

Nat was in the kitchen when you found her, making you melt a little at the sight of her making you pancakes in nothing except a very festive sweater and panties.

“Good morning and merry Christmas, peach.” She smiled at you and you got butterflies in your stomach, padding to her on bare feet and winding your arms around her so you could bury your face in her chest while she kissed the top of your head. “How did you sleep, baby girl?”

“You mean after you gave me five full body orgasms?” You tilted your head up and gazed at her with a warm smile, keeping your body pressed against hers even as she started plating the pancakes with her free hand. “Slept great, why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Because I gave you five full body orgasms.” She finished putting whipped cream on the pancakes and dolloped a little on the tip of your nose, leaning down and mouthing it off with a quiet purr while you giggled. “Baby needs her rest after that. Now eat your gingerbread pancakes, cutie. Then we’re gonna enjoy all the fresh snow that fell last night.”

It was so surreal seeing your über professional, shark of a lawyer girlfriend acting all soft and domestic, and you would never get sick of it. You hummed when she sat next to you and rested her hand on your thigh after pouring you coffee, gazing at her after every bite and feeling your chest hurt whenever she gave you that loving look. She wouldn’t even let you help her clean up, shushing you and throwing you over her shoulder to take you back to the bedroom so you could get dressed after she gave your ass a few good smacks. You were breathless and giddy by the time you were actually ready to go, even as you rolled your eyes at her insistence that she be the one to wind your scarf around your neck.

The world was so quiet and white and soft and utterly lovely when you stepped outside hand in hand, the snow crunching under your boots and your breath fogging in the air while you walked together. Snow was still falling silently, and the city seemed empty, since everyone was inside celebrating with their families, and it was like you two were the only people in the world.

And Nat. Nat was beautiful. Smiling at you constantly and holding you close with her cheeks and nose red from the cold and snowflakes stuck to her eyelashes. Made you lose your balance a few times because you couldn’t stop staring at her, but she always caught you.

Not that she could stop staring at you either, your muffled laughs and little frustrated huffs you made every time your feet slipped making her feel all kinds of warm. You were just so small and cute and precious and no one had ever made her happier than you did.

“Oh, okay, hold on.” She grabbed your waist when you got distracted and stepped on another patch of ice, pulling you tight and ducking to rub her nose against yours when you squealed before kissing you gently. “Your nose is freezing, peach, and so are your lips. We should get you home before they fall off, you’re shivering.”

“Yeah.” You squeaked when she kissed you again, beaming when the two of you started making your way back to her brownstone. “I wanna open my presents anyway.”

“Spoiled little thing.” Natasha squeezed you affectionately as she helped you make your way back. “I want you to open them too.”

“Yeah? What did you get me?” You pouted when she just shook her head at you. “Just give me a hint!”

“Nope.” She grinned at the petulant huff you let out, dragging you when you dug in your feet a little and chuckling at your bratty attitude. “Don’t be naughty now, I have zero qualms about spanking you on a holiday.”

“Oh no!” You giggled when she shoved you in front of her and pinched you, peeking at her over your shoulder and feeling your face heat up when she growled playfully. “I’d hate that.”

“You’re such a brat.” She swatted you again when you started to go up the stairs in front of her, winking when you looked back at her again. “Coal for you next year.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” You gasped when she pressed you against the wall and started peeling you out of your cold weather gear, trying not to squirm when she gave you that intense gaze as you bit your lip. “I’m so cute, don’t think you can help but buy me pretty things.”

“Maybe.” She kissed you when you helped her undo her coat, nuzzling your cheek when you slid it down her shoulders as she unwound your scarf. “Watch your hands, peach.”

“Sorry.” You weren’t, but you still took your hands off her ass, pecking her lips one more time and following her into the family room so you could watch her light the fire as you settled in front of the tree. “Now gimme my presents.”

Nat just muttered about how spoiled you were again before sitting behind you, pulling you back against her chest and kissing your hair before handing you a gift from the small pile. There weren’t too many, but they were all thoughtful and sweet and made you beam at her every time you opened one. You didn’t even know where she’d found a first edition of your favorite book, or how she remembered the antique cameo that your grandmother had lost, but you kept falling deeper in love with her every time you opened something new.

She loved everything you got her too, especially the homemade card and the earrings from that tiny little boutique the two of you had found in Brooklyn that she had fallen in love with. Every time she kissed you and told you how perfect the present you had gotten her was, you giggled like a schoolgirl, burying your face in her shoulder and playing with the hem of her sweater while you tried to act like you were deliriously in love with her.

“Sweet girl, a little peach necklace?” Nat kissed you again and smiled against your skin when you squirmed in her lap, gazing at you adoringly and squeezing your waist before leaning back. “I just have a few more for you, close your eyes.”

“What? Nat!” You did as she said when she just pinched your cheek. “But we opened everything, where did you hide more presents?”

“Don’t worry about it.” She helped you to your feet and started leading you down the hall slowly. “You know how sneaky I can be.”

“Yeeeeeah, but…” you snorted when she hushed you, pouting when she made you stop so she could open a door as you tapped your foot impatiently. “I don’t like not knowing what’s going on.”

“Well that’s okay, just open your eyes.”

It took you a second, but the cat tree and the little jungle gym and toys and bowls and then a little fuzzy baby was wobbling towards you and you almost screamed.

“Nat!!! Shut the fucking door, oh my god!” You scooped the little grey kitten with the folded ears and the red ribbon up and damn it, you were crying when you turned back towards Nat. “You got me a kitten?!”

“Not just a kitten, peach.” She was smiling so hard her cheeks hurt while she looked at you, cupping your cheek gently and wiping away the happy tears as she stepped closer to you. “Look at the ribbon.”

“O-okay.” The crying was starting to turn ugly but you didn’t care, kissing the baby on his little head and pulling on the ribbon until it came loose. “It’s a key.”

“Yeah, it’s your key.” She kissed you and cooed when you sobbed, wrapping you in her arms and continuing to give you that look that made you melt. “And I didn’t want to try to lead you upstairs with your eyes closed, but Yelena and Kate moved in a bunch of your clothes while we were on our walk, and Sam and Buck and Clint are all set to move in your furniture whenever you want…”

You grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her hungrily, moaning when you felt her grin against your lips and standing on your tiptoes so you could really drink her in. She held you until you finally pulled back to breathe, making you want to start blubbering when you saw her own eyes brimming with tears of happiness.

“I’m going to assume that means ‘yes’?” Nat pecked the tip of your nose while you nodded vehemently, her hands squeezing your hips while she kept smiling warmly at you. “Good, because I don’t think this little guy would enjoy split custody too much. You know what you want to name him?”

“Please, I would obviously end up with sole custody of the baby.” You scrunched up your face when she kept kissing your cheeks, cradling the kitten and leaning on her shoulder. “I think I’ll name him Gus.”

[beybuniki]

they should go on a fishing trip pt.1

[ew-selfish-art]

DpxDc AU: Tim as a child was never given a lot of information regarding the scribbling messy handwriting that appeared over night all over his arms- naturally he came to his own conclusions.

Tim Drake was home entirely alone at 9 years old and was about to go out for the night to test his brand new long exposure camera lens when he sees the writing on his arm. It’s not English, like he assumed it was at first, but it was using the alphabet to represent… Tim isn’t bad at math but this formula is complex for his little genius brain.

Looking at his camera, he decides he can spare a moment to look it up, solve it, and get back out into old town Gotham in time for Batman and Robin’s final patrol lap. He does just that, finding the problem to relate to some aerospace engineering and then quickly deduces what laws and theorems need to be applied. He finds a pen, writes down his findings in much neater handwriting onto his arm, and goes out. It’s barely a remarkable night at all. He gets a much more memorable photo of Robin roundhouse kicking a hench person.

Things just continued on that way. Tim would find some complex math, physics or chemistry prompt on his arm (surrounded by various question marks or notes or sad faces)- he’d answer it as best he could and move on with his life. Perhaps his parents were manifesting these pop quizzes? Perhaps his subconscious felt guilty about abandoning his studies for more Bat related pursuits? Tim really didn’t care to think much about it once he became Robin- there was too much on his plate and too many peoples problems for him to fix.

Notably, however, after the attack at the Tower, the pop quiz appeared and Tim wrote back that he wouldn’t be able to find an answer to this one. It was the only time Tim questioned the markings appearance and it was because the next thing that appeared was “Hope you feel better soon.”

… his parents wouldn’t include that on a pop quiz. Cursed then. Tim decided it must be a curse, whatever, he’d deal with the implications later in life.

Tim then has the worst year of his life, hes 15, no longer Robin and the questions from his curse are getting less math oriented and more… philosophical. A lot of mentions of death that, in hindsight helped him actually grieve, and a lot of theories about dark matter and souls. Tim answers back as best he can but he’s drained and his answers aren’t very good in his opinion. He gets minimal feedback.

It all comes to a point that he’s at a family dinner, Bruce is at the head of the table, Jason has promised just to stay for dessert, Damian hasn’t thrown a single insult his way and Steph was laughing at him- when a new theoretical model appears on his arm.

“You’re just as bad as Bruce, Timberly. Hiding a soulmate from all of us, how fucking typical.” Jason points out, while watching Tim scribble back some math with a question mark onto his arm.

“A what? No, this is just a curse. I get pop quizzes every now and then.” Tim bats away Steph who rapidly approaches and began to analyze his arm (the rest of the family isn’t far behind).

“Drake. Explain how you came to this conclusion.” Damian seems more curious than anything, if his lack of insults was anything to go off of.

“Since I was young I’ve had at least weekly math check ins, I never had a parent or anyone else around so I assumed my parents had me cursed to ensure I stayed on top of my studies. Sometimes it’s physics or chemistry, for a while there it was a ton of philosophy and behavioral psychology.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Master Tim, I believe the lack of adults in your life has led you towards a false conclusion. That is most certainly a soulmate mark. The individual to whom you are responding is undoubtedly your other half.” Alfred attempts to calm the room before explaining to Tim. Tim isnt sure if he believes the butler, though Alfred only very rarely lied, so he grabs the pen once more. He writes his first question back: “Who am I to you?”

The room waits in anticipation and within moments a brand new line appears on Tim’s arm and he is vindicated: “We do math together???”

——

The reason Danny is failing English is because his built in homework helper sucks ass at metaphors and has apparently never read any classic literature. The tutor on his arm is great at puzzles and math tho.

Danny gets a reply back one night that he wasn’t expecting (Who am I to you?) and he mentions it to Jazz. Who goes insane that Danny didn’t even question it and just went with “meh, probably haunted” as his explanation for the phenomenon for all these years.

Apparently, if Jazz was right, he had a soulmate who was uh, super fucking smart. That was an overwhelming thought.

The next day Danny is in crisis mode and writes back “Wait, WHAT AM I TO YOU??? Can I help on your homework??”

Danny gets vindicated when the writing on his arm presents a shit ton of dates and information for an unsolved Gotham cold case. See, Haunted.

———

Eventually between Danny becoming the top candidate for astrophysics at Wayne Enterprises and Tim Drake being outed as having contributed tips to the GCPD that solved cold cases- they meet and realize just how dumb they’ve been.

[bigfatbreak]

So! Which would Gabriel/Cockmoth prefer to deal with, between the two parents?

(My bet is 100% on Trauer Mantel)

they're sort of different problems tbh

[bitwein]

I WANT TO FLY INTO YOUR HEART!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

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[explodingstarlight]

waiting....

mom said it's my turn to make fanart of @somerandomdudelmao 's ol' wizard

i can't express how many times I listened to this song on loop while drawing

andddd a bonus close-up & a version with wraps that I totally didn't forget to add before now haha,,

[koiihpon]

Don’t wait up…

colored this panel from @thegunnsara's Back to the Past comic (part 6) :]

the bottom panel was so striking when I first saw it that I just needed to color it heheh sorry it took a while to finish ><

orig under cut vvvv

[jekyllnahyena]

Give it some time Fox, he's trying his best

more dumb doodles in the Fox is the fav and thus has somehow ended up with an allpowerful evil grandpa

[nightlocked-in]

“peeta is bisexual” you guys are losing the vision. peeta isn’t even straight. katniss INVENTED sexuality for him. whatever katniss identifies as, he’s like “yeah, i’ll take that one” no questions asked

[the-iceni-bitch]

You Know I Don’t Mind

Kinkmas Day 13: Aftercare

Relationship: Ari Levinson x fem!reader (gorgeous and the sex god (pre-Ransom and Jake) NLLYL AU)

Words: 1.5k

Summary: Ari just loves taking care of you.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (cream pie, fingering, sexy touching) established relationship, feelings, fluff, kinda dom/sub dynamics, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Listen, it wasn’t exactly restful aftercare, but it’s Ari the sex god. Also, goddamn they are all in love, and every time I think about her and Ari or Jake and Ran and when I’m gonna have to break them up it breaks my heart a little bit. I just have to keep reminding myself they all end up where they need to be, but still 😭 (also, I know the pic in the moodboard isn’t as inclusive as I’d like, but the size difference and the pose screamed “Ari” and I couldn’t help myself)

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Ari let out a final, prolonged groan as his hips jerked against your ass, collapsing on top of you and burying his face in your neck after he finished pumping you full of his cum.

“You’re suffocating me.” You grinned crookedly at him when he pushed your hair aside and kissed your cheek with an affectionate growl before rolling off you. “I think you gave me a concussion.”

“I will not apologize for my enthusiasm, but I’m sorry about your head.” Ari beamed at you and rolled onto his side. “Does it still hurt? Is there a bump?”

“I don’t think so, but I can’t really check.” You just breathed deeply as you gazed back at him. “My body is a little immobile right now.”

Your first three day weekend together and you weren’t sure why you were surprised at the fact that he had spent the first eight hours fucking you all over his penthouse, not when he had practically stood over you to make sure you actually submitted your request for the time off. It had been the absolute right decision, the way his eyes had drank you in when you arrived before wrapping you in his arms and kissing you hungrily something that would stick in your brain for a while. He hadn’t let your feet touch the floor since you’d stepped off the elevator, fingering you on the accent table in his foyer then eating you out on his kitchen counter then petting your cunt while he held you up against the wall before he finally took you to the bedrooms almost literally drove your skull through the headboard.

Ari was more than a little enamored with you, and finally getting the chance to spoil you like he knew you deserved made his chest all warm. He just wanted to care for you and hold you and cover your entire body with kisses for the entire time he had you all to himself, practically addicted to the way your body reacted to him when he paid any sort of attention to that perfect, pretty pussy. Though he did feel bad about almost fucking you through his bedroom wall.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous, I’ve got you.” Ari scooped you into his arms and purred when you nuzzled into his chest, kissing the top of your head and carrying you to the bathroom. “Gonna get you all cleaned up before dinner gets here.”

“You ordered in?” You batted your eyelashes and kissed his shoulder when he set you on the counter, sighing when he disconnected from you to turn on the water for the bath before he was back and ducking to nibble on your ear. “Thought you were gonna cook for me. Show me the domestic side of the sex god.”

“That’s for tomorrow.” Ari kissed one of the bruises his teeth had left on your neck, his hands gentle as they slid around your waist and pulled you closer. “Wanna spend tonight worshiping every inch of you.”

“You’re… mmm, Ari.” You moaned when he brushed his lips over your throat and growled affectionately, spreading your legs around his hips when you felt his warm palms rubbing and squeezing your ass. “You’re gonna spoil me. How does dinner figure into your plans?”

“Well…” he drew his face back to yours and smiled warmly as he brushed his nose against yours. “I was kinda thinking it’d be nice to let you keep my cock warm and wet while I feed you oysters before dripping fondue all over you and licking it off.”

“God, I’m not gonna be able to walk out of here, Levinson.” You chuckled and wound your fingers through his hair as he sucked on your bottom lip. “Was that your plan?”

“Maybe.” Ari gave you a quick peck then leaned back to turn off the water. “You do make it very hard to let you go.”

“Look at you being all sweet on me.” You squeaked when he lifted you again, scrunching up your face when he pressed kisses all over you and started to climb into the tub. “Gonna ruin your intangible sex god reputation.”

“Yeah, until you ask me to fuck you as loud as possible in the front seat again… shit!” Ari hissed and dropped you when the hot water hit the backs of his thighs, unable to stop himself from guffawing when you spluttered and splashed water everywhere, leaning forward and holding your face in his hands while you shook with mirth. “I’m so fucking sorry, I forgot that you scratched the shit out of me.”

“It’s okay, my ass was bruised already. Turn around.” You beamed at him when he did, rubbing your hands and warm water all over his thighs and ass and back while he slowly sank into the tub. “Big baby.”

“Shut up.” Ari was grinning when he turned back to you, pulling you into his lap and starting to lather up his hands while he pressed his cheek to your temple. “I’m taking care of you this weekend, remember?”

All you could do was hum in agreement when he started rubbing the body wash into your shoulders, slowly working his way down your arms one at a time as he murmured soft endearments against your skin. He was thorough, pushing you forward just enough to massage the lather over every inch of your back before pulling you against his chest again and raising your arms so he could clean your sides. The way you sighed as his thumbs softly grazed the swells of your breasts made him twitch, even though you grumbled when he moved on to soaping up your stomach without paying any attention to your nipples.

Ari didn’t bother touching you between your legs either, ignoring your small wiggle when he tucked a hand under your knee and pulled it above the water so he could get it clean. Even if you were frustrated, the stretch was amazing, whining at the way his thumbs dug into your calf before his touch slid up to your thigh. You arched your back and let your eyes flutter closed as he kept moving higher, your breathing growing deeper when his fingers rubbed into the crease of your hip for a few extra seconds then making you huff as he moved onto the other leg and left you hanging.

“Quit teasing.” You pouted when he kissed your cheek and chuckled, his palm rubbing your heel as he avoided your petulant gaze. “Ari…”

“Hush.” Ari let out a soothing rumble when he felt you ramping up to whine again, inching his caress further and further up your thigh and subtly rolling his hips so you could feel him getting hard. “Such a needy little thing. I told you I’d take care of you.”

You gasped when his hands glided up your body until he was cupping your breasts, melting into him as he kneaded your curves gently and nuzzled at your cheek. He made sure to enjoy every inch of your pretty tits, circling the soft slopes with his thumbs then dragging his fingers along the undersides of them to make them jiggle before he finally pinched your nipples. Ari loved the way you whimpered and panted while he played with you, pulling on them and rolling them between his fingers until they were raised and sensitive for him.

“Such a gorgeous girl.” Ari plucked at your nipples once more before squeezing your breasts again while he groaned in your ear, his cock twitching below the water while you rolled your body against his. “Should I clean you everywhere, lovely thing? Make sure that sweet pussy is nice and pretty and shiny before I make it messy again?”

“Yes.” You were breathless when he slid a hand below the water and his fingers found your clit, so close already from having him touch you everywhere that you were on the edge. “Please.”

“So polite.” The hand that wasn’t pressing into your swollen bundle of nerves was suddenly curled around your throat, tilting your head back so he could suck on your lips and swallow your soft noises. “If you want to be really clean, you’ve gotta push out that mess I fucked into you. Do it for me, c’mon gorgeous.”

The way he was circling your clit was abruptly overwhelming, your jaw dropping open in a silent cry while your body shook and your cunt clenched around nothing. You were vaguely aware of the pressure pushing Ari’s cum and your own release out of your pussy, breathing heavily and gazing into Ari’s eyes while he slotted his cock along the crease of your ass and ground it into you when he came at the same time.

“I feel like cumming in the bath water defeats the purpose.” You beamed when he chuckled at that before he kissed the tip of your nose, letting go of your throat so you could return your head to a normal position and rest on his shoulder.

“It’s fine, it sinks.” Ari pressed his lips to your temple and wound his arms around your waist. “Just can’t help myself with you, might be a little in love with you, sweetheart.”

[science-lings]

God, I love it when people who clearly have personal experience or expert knowledge on certain things write obscure AUs that incorporate those things so hyperspecifically that I feel like I'm learning something.

I love nurses who write hospital AUs that have accurate medical knowledge just thrown in there because they went to medical school and when people who clearly had a phase where they obsessed over a certain time period write an AU set in that time period or location it's just so fun.

Tell me about the 1950s Chicago culture and history and how the characters are interracial and how that affects their life, I love when the money is accurately converted and the personal histories of the characters are thoughtfully woven to incorporate the new setting they're put in, I love it when people care so much about making something and use their own expertise to aide them.

[crabsnpersimmons]

eats your clip

oh boy, looks like Clip is on the menu

again

plus a bonus with Bloodmoon!

[martuzzio]

Yes, Ren genuinely thinks cramming his wolf ears under that hat will distract people from his sharp canines, his tendency to tell Zedaph what to do, and his bad habit of barking at moving objects.

Yes, Doc genuinely thinks hanging an old rag over his face and wearing those ancient spectacles with no lenses will help distract people from... well, everything.

Yes, they're both delusional.

[adriancatrin]

soulmark au sketches. the idea of sokka in proven ‘soulmates are real’ universes consistently intrigues me—how would that impact his skepticism/interpretation of fate/destiny/free will? personally i think he’d be very angry for a very long time and probably not even understand why

[sysig]

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