#their little dynamic

[soulsnatchingginger]

[hunkydorybaby]

uh no I actually don’t have a favorite ship dynamic idk what u mean um

[odeofagentlegiant]

You like being slapped? Having your hair pulled? Being degraded? Good because I'll fucking use you like a fucking toy, useless whore. You like being praised? Cuddled? Kissed? Petted? Good, because I'm ready to make you feel like the angel you are, pretty little thing.

[dannydanoninoo]

THEY ARE BROS AND HAVE THEIR OWN LITTLE HANDSHAKE I'M CRYING

Yes I am very normal about these kids thank you very much

[boylikeanangel]

once season 2 resolves the whole oh no is lucius dead thing and he's totally fine and ed and stede are back together I NEED lucius to start channelling the most horrible little stepchild energy to get what he wants from ed by holding that attempt on his life over his head forever. he's straight up like "buy me mcdonalds (est 1717) or i'll tell dad you threw me overboard" and ed literally does not any room to argue so to any casual onlooker they look like they're getting on really well and stede's so happy like "you two patched things up quickly! glad to see we're all friends again!" and ed's like yes 😅(😰) and lucius is like yes 😄(😈).....please it would be so so funny

[soulsnatchingginger]

[eggdrawsthings]

a few more doodles from that AU

[kaenith]

A favorite character dynamic / story arc

[odeofagentlegiant]

Fingering your sub, curling your fingers slightly. Their hips push up, trying to chase them desperately as you go faster. "Does that feel good baby? You like it when I press down here?" They cry and nod frantically, thighs squeezing together tightly as they cum. "Did you ask to do that?" They shake their head and sniffle, letting out a sharp breath when your hand meets their cheek. "We're doing it again, and again, and again, until you learn how to fucking ask me".

[booasaur]

Crush (2022)

[bonesblubs]

Hi! I just discovered your art! (That's a lie, I saw the tgcf party pic before but not the svsss) I love it so much! (That's NOT a lie) Anyways, is there a chance you could do a Cumplane pic? Love them as romantic but platonic is also perfectly ok! 🥺💖✨

TFW you're dating your biggest fan and biggest critic and they're the same person---

[lipglossbloodstream]

honestly name a pair of siblings that isnt like this.

[appaeve]

do you even remember what you were fighting for

[darkdarkstucky]

Warnings: DDLG/MDLG dynamics, Fluff, mentions of violence!

*Y/N sending their daddy/mommy pictures of her with her favorite stuffie with a short message; cuddle when you get home dada/mama?🥺 Miss you lots!!*

Steve:

Steve slumps on the swivel chair letting his tense muscles relax after a gruelling mission, he barely registers Tony's ramble during the debriefing when he fishes for his phone in his pocket.

A smile crept it's way to his lips as he opens your message, cooing at your adorable little expressions feeling his heart alight immediately.

As soon as they were free to go, he bolts towards the elevator to get to your shared floor. He sees you huddled in the sofa, blankets and assortments of stuff toys littered everywhere.

Muttering mindless little babbles to yourself, you didn't hear his footsteps as they neared you, focused on the picture you were drawing.

Soon after though, you were shrieking in delight as his fingers probed your sides filling the living room with giggles, “Daddy!” you managed to splutter inbetween laughter while trying to squirm away from his nimble fingers that were making a quick work of you. “S-stop! Dada!” your little whines inbetween strangled breaths made him grin wider.

Steve only stops when you managed to wrap your legs around his waist, chuckling when you buried your face in his chest adorably. “Missed you daddy.” he wraps his big muscly arms around you, rocking your little body.

“I missed you too, princess.” He murmured in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent.

The rest of the afternoon were spent cuddling and watching cartoons, he made sure to praise you for being well behaved, murmuring “good girl.” every now and then as you recount how your day went without your daddy by your side.

And as he watch you fall into a peaceful sleep, long eyelashes fluttering ever so lightly, chest rising and falling softly, looking so pretty and innocent; he sighs deeply and hugs you a little bit tighter because he marvels. How lucky was he to have you in his arms? His world. His little babydoll. His princess.

Steve nuzzles his nose against your neck and was lulled into sleep with you.

Bucky:

Battered and bruised after a particularly rough mission in Syberia, Bucky along with Natasha and Clint finally made their way to the Quinjet after successfully eradicating the Hydra base and everyone that was left of the terrorist organization.

It has been roughly around two weeks since he last saw you, and when he finally managed to get ahold of his phone, he scrolls through dozens upon dozens of messages from you, each varying in urgency as you ramble about your plight for when; your boss was being an ass, getting coffee with co-workers and the usual updates about your day, never forgetting to tell him how much you love him and miss him.

He absolutely loves recieving your cute messages no matter how insignificant you may think them to be, it gives him the energy to deal with just about anything that life throws his way, and bless those poor villains because he will make sure they are past tense to be able to come home to you.

Bucky saves the pictures you sent him, and it became his new homescreen and lockscreen. You were too damn adorable.

Nat and Clint snickers silently mouthing a chorus of ‘whipped’ because c'mon, his muscles are too tired to fight off the wide grin as he scrolls in his smartphone.

As soon as the Quinjet landed, you were patiently waiting in your white sundress with pretty little ribbons in your long hair, he ran down the steps and engulfed you into the biggest bear hug making you squeal in delight.

“Daddy!” you yelp for when he throws you over his shoulder like a brute, making sure to pat down the edge of your dress though as to make sure your little tush is covered from the prying eyes of the rest of the team.

The wolf whistles and the teasing shouts from the rest of the avengers followed you to the elevator making you blush; not just from hanging upside down on your daddy's pretty back, head almost touching his butt. Though it was a sweet view.

He throws you to the bed and cuddles you just as promised, “I've missed you so much dollface.” He murmurs to your flushed skin.

“I missed you more daddy.” you hum and squeeze yourself further into his side, wishing to stay in his embrace for a very long time.

Wanda & Pietro:

You were barely left alone by your caregivers; they only accept missions with one or the other left behind so there was someone to look after you or simply spend the day with you.

But when a particularly violent alien attacked someplace in Europe, SHIELD demanded all hands on deck to be able to swiftly shut down the foreign threat as soon as possible.

They hated the fact that they had to leave you alone, and the Maximoff twins don't take your tears and wails particularly well, prompting a whirlwind of overly sensitive superhuman's, which stands to reason; a dangerous combination to cross. Because no one, not even ugly three eyed monsters with telepathic abilities would stand in their way from coddling their sweet girl.

The jet was silent on their way home, ashes and bruises covering the team yet the brooding twins remained tense.

It was until FRIDAY passed the message, your face appearing in the screen that their expressions finally lightened.

“Printsessa,” Pietro fondly traces your face on the screen, chest tightening with so much love knowing that you're putting on a brave face for them.

Whereas Wanda couldn't take her gaze away from your face even for a few seconds, wishing more than anything that she was right by your side and pressing butterfly kisses to your pretty face, she'd much rather be basking in your giggles and your warmth.

The world was a cruel place, that much they were certain. But they were willing to do anything to keep you, the singular joy of their lives safe and happy.

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[A/N; first time writing headcannons or smthing of this theme! please ignore errors and mispellings; english is not my first language :) mucho loveeee!!]

[fuckkwithtwoks]

One of my favorite little superbat things is Clark getting flustered or emotional or whatever and accidentally breaking or ripping things and he's apologizing but Bruce is a fucking billionaire so it matters not at all

Oops Clark didn't realize he was leaning that hard and bent the doorframe?

No problem, we can pay a guy to fix it tomorrow and tip him 2000% and Bruce would still have made more money than he spent that day

Clark just crushed a glass?

Yes it was "one of a kind" and "priceless" but as long as it wasn't a mug his kids got him Bruce couldn't care less

Oopsie, he got excited and ripped a shirt that's worth more than his rent?

Whatever, B has like ten more and he's only worn each one once

Clark's had to spend his whole life being extra careful and fully in control all the time and it's probably a weight off his shoulders to know that if he forgets while he's at the manor or with Bruce that it's a non issue

[odeofagentlegiant]

I want to corrupt your mind. To brainwash you until every thought of yours is full of nothing but myself. You'll become nothing but a dumb whore who can't think properly, can't use your brain, and needs me to do all thinking for you. All you're good for is being my worthless little toy.