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Can I ask for a romantic concept of Eddie/Venom from the Sony movies? Thx!
Sure! Recently watched the first movie and part of the second movie to write for these two :) I will be finishing the second movie when I am done writing this to do that Cletus request I have too. I LOVE the dynamic these two have with one another. I just rambled about what came to mind... which was Venom failing to play matchmaker.
Yandere! Eddie Brock/Venom HCs
(Sony/MCU Movies)
Pairing: Romantic - Sharing...?
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Reader, Obsession, Possessive/Overprotective behavior, Violence, Mentions of eating people (Symbiote), Stalking, Blood, Murder, Kidnapping, Yandere behavior, Dubious/Forced relationship.
ALRIGHT, I'll be honest, I feel like them sharing you is obviously going to happen.
I say this based on how Eddie and Venom acted with Anne in the movies.
Venom no doubt learned to feel the love that Eddie does due to his connection with his brain... so that would make Venom also obsessed with someone Eddie is.
I mean... Venom LITERALLY says he misses Anne in the movies... so I do feel like a yandere Eddie would come with a yandere Venom.
Package deal essentially.
I can also see Venom picking up on Eddie's obsession too.
Again... pulling from the movies again... Venom literally acts like Anne belongs to him and Eddie despite the fact her and Eddie broke things off.
So imagine befriending Eddie and him slowly developing feelings for you...
Only for Venom to prattle on in his head about how he should go for you since things with Anne didn't work out or something.
Eddie may actually be a reluctant yandere at first.
He's still trying to move on from his last relationship... he's just getting to know you and enjoy your company...
But then he goes home and has to listen to Venom excitedly say he likes you and that Eddie should 'win you over quickly' to not lose you.
Venom... doesn't understand that they should be taking things slow.
Venom definitely drags Eddie into a lot of the yandere behavior unfortunately.
For example... Maybe Eddie is thinking about you late at night...
Only for Venom to be dragging him out the window, saying that they should visit you!
So... this leads to Eddie and Venom stalking you... something Eddie is ashamed of.
Yet... Venom tries to say that they're both protecting you from 'bad guys'.
You have to be kept safe, right?
They can do that!
Although... Eddie isn't the most thrilled about it at first....
Yes... He thinks about you all the time...
It's not like Venom is helping with such thoughts either.
Venom just wants them both to have you.
Eddie's trying his best to keep things moving slow... bringing up the idea of hanging out and maybe dates in the future...
But Venom is just making excited whispers in his ear....
Eddie tries to tell Venom that they have to take things slow... after all... a boyfriend with a symbiote is hard to understand.
Venom just says you'll get used to it... so many others have just fine!
Venom loves to try and make Eddie play hero for you too.
Venom sticks Eddie to walls to watch over you, keeping a close eye on who you talk to...
Which leads to Venom confronting people who simply 'got too close' to you... making Eddie panic as Venom tries to eat others who could 'ruin' their chances with you.
The two are definitely protective/possessive yanderes.
Eddie really does just want you safe and to have a relatively normal relationship with you.
Venom tends to be one that's super possessive and obsessed with playing hero to win you over.
He keeps trying to get Eddie on his side... saying if they don't act now then they could lose you.
Eddie tries to ignore such thoughts... it doesn't work.
Which leads to Eddie trying to see you more often... both for himself and his antsy symbiote.
I feel like Eddie does try to keep their... obsessive behavior hidden.
Which leads to stalking from a distance... like some sort of hidden guardian angel.
Or whatever you can call them.
I feel like kidnapping you would be on impulse.
It's not planned.
Eddie never even wanted to think of the thought.
He does his best to take things slow... take you on dates... play nice before visiting you or taking you to the apartment....
Things... surprisingly go great despite Venom's excitement.
... although... imagine if you felt things weren't working out?
Maybe Eddie's a little too... desperate?
That or you know about his past with commitment?
Or... maybe you finally see Venom in action... and feel it's safest to leave.
I feel like Venom would grow irritated at this while Eddie is a bit panicked and desperate.
Eddie would rather try to talk you out of leaving... but Venom?
Venom would probably have you pinned to the wall or restrained in thick black tendrils... growling.
Venom really is trying to play wingman... but now it's just gone to aggression.
Eddie tries to plead for Venom to stop... yet...
"I THOUGHT THEY WERE MEANT TO BE OURS, EDDIE!? YOU TOOK TOO LONG AND NOW THEY WANT TO LEAVE...."
"Venom, you're scaring them—"
"SCARING? THERE IS NOTHING TO BE SCARED OF! WE BOTH LOVE THEM, EDDIE. ISN'T IT TIME WE ACT ON THAT?"
Eddie... didn't want you to leave... but he didn't want THIS either.
Venom would probably sit you and Eddie on the couch, black tendrils holding you still as though Venom's trying to continue playing matchmaker.
You make both symbiote and host happy... so he doesn't view kidnapping as a bad thing.
He's just being more assertive because Eddie was taking too long... and they're both really lonely.
You're horrified... Eddie is no doubt trying to comfort you... Venom is too busy trying to shove you against him though.
I also feel like Venom would place you in Eddie's lap then force what's essentially a cuddle.
Except the cuddle is also filled with black sticky ooze and you can't move.
Eddie wants to say he'll cut things off... He's sorry for not being honest...
Yet... he also doesn't want to let you go.
He doesn't want to sabotage another relationship....
Even though this is far from right... Eddie begrudgingly follows Venom's lead.
Their apartment is a mess... and you'd be heavily monitored by them too.
Well... mostly Venom due to his enhanced senses.
If you tried to leave... Venom would know too.
Eddie would try to make this relationship seem as normal as possible... despite the fact his symbiote has made you a hostage.
I feel like jealousy would come up too.
Venom's possessive in nature and while Eddie may hide his insecurities when you talk to others...
Venom knows... and Venom acts.
Venom would DEFINITELY eat those he feels are getting in the way of your "relationship".
Eddie's originally against it... but as time goes on and Eddie becomes a passive yandere... He minds much less.
You... do belong to them... right?
Venom influences him more than he'd like to admit.
You never sleep alone either.
I feel like Eddie would hold you close and Venom would reciprocate by keeping you locked against them.
It would be cute... if you didn't know the two were behind some disappearances of those you knew... and took you from your home.
They may try to comfort you, tell you they can look after you...
But to them... love means isolation to make sure they don't ever miss you again...
You're meant to be theirs... the symbiote demands it.
❄️As it wasn’t specified, we can assume that you are just a regular civilian! Perhaps one that he saw often.
❄️The Winter Soldier was not one to pay attention to nobodies, he had a job to do after all, but it was a bit odd that you happened to be around every target he had.
❄️He had to kill a senator? You happened to be sigh seeing in the town he was in!
❄️A detective was getting a bit too close to figuring something out? You happened to be visiting the lovely beach that was just down the street!
❄️A millionaire wasn’t forking over money? Oh! You were attending a wedding right next door!
❄️Frankly, it was maddening for the soldier. He always reported seeing you whenever he came back from a mission.
❄️HYDRA was becoming anxious. No direct orders for your death had been sent out, but it was “clear” that you knew something.
❄️You were just quite the unfortunate soul!
❄️When the soldier was ordered to neutralize you, he felt an odd sense of relief. It was just another body down the drain.
❄️When he arrived to your house he could see you through the window. You were gently playing with your pet.
❄️You lived alone and were having such a relaxing night with your little baby, just absolutely cozy on your couch.
❄️You looked so... nurturing…
❄️The soldier stood outside your house for a long… long time, he was contemplating his orders for the first time ever.
❄️”You've been standing outside for a while, need some help?” You eventually noticed him, of course, he was a hulking man with very odd clothes.
❄️You invited him inside and got something to eat. He seemed unstable. Every question was answered with a simple shake or nod of the head.
❄️It took him a while to actually eat the food. 5 minutes of staring at it and then very careful bites.
❄️You watched the soldier with a quirked brow, kinda regretting letting him in.
❄️After he ate, he left without a word, ready to accept the punishment he was sure to receive.
❄️He came back 3 weeks later.
❄️Then 2 weeks after that.
❄️The odd soldier became a new guest at your house. His visits were never coherent, you couldn’t understand what prompted them, but you eventually stopped trying.
❄️”It’s... good…” He had begun talking after the 4th visit. He still wouldn’t answer where he was from or why he was, but it was a start.
❄️You began calling him “Eyeblack” from the smudges all around his eyes.
❄️The Winter Soldier was incredibly content with this arrangement. After every mission he would make the trek to your home, no matter how far away it was from his location.
❄️If you weren’t there he’d wait for days for you.
❄️Whenever he wasn’t with you, he became noticeably irritable with the HYDRA workers that tended to him.
❄️And it stayed like that for years. Eyeblack was welcomed into your house and HYDRA had since learned that you were not a threat.
❄️Then HYDRA fell.
❄️The Winter Soldier did not mind, however, he had one goal in mind.
❄️That was how the man began living with you.
❄️It took 3 months for him to open up to you.
❄️”Hey, Eyeblack, I got some coffee started on the pot if you want any” you called out to him as you drank a bit of your own, “I think… my name is Bucky…”
❄️You promptly choked on your coffee, causing Bucky, as he was apparently named, to shoot up and come to you.
❄️Though with his newfound clarity and memories, his obsession didn’t die… it just evolved.
❄️It moved from wanted to be cared for to developing actual feelings for you.
❄️Bucky as a Yandere is… odd. He’s a bit bipolar in his actions. He can go from horribly clingy to wanting nothing to do with you, both stem from a fear of hurting you.
❄️This is especially true when he doesn’t have the winter soldier under control.
❄️”You’re so good to me… and him… I just… don’t understand it…”
❄️Bucky calls the winter soldier “him” whenever he has to bring him up, you’re still set on eyeblack, which the Winter Soldier adores
❄️Whenever Bucky has fazes of “reverting” back to the Winter Soldier, his obsession is much more animalistic… and almost childlike, in a way. He wants care, a gentle hand rather than a hard one.
❄️That means that he would forcefully drag you along wherever he went. He wouldn’t want to be left alone, not when you were there to help him with his every need.
❄️Bucky, as stated before, would be a lot more hands off, though that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t trail you.
❄️They do not like people near you. Not in any situation.
❄️Eyeblack’s stems from both a violent feeling of possession and a fear that HYDRA is back to hurt you.
❄️Bucky’s is from that same fear, along with an intense feeling of jealous insecurity. Conscious Bucky may not have all of his memories, but he understands that he is not stable and you, really could leave for a better man at any time.
❄️On that note, you are not dating him… Bucky doesn’t really see it that way, however…
❄️You would care for him, cook for him, and clean the house, the only reason you weren’t a full fledged housewife was due to the fact that he couldn’t work, so you had to.
❄️Also the fact that you weren’t married… oops…
❄️Honestly, in this scenario, I can imagine that the winter soldier never really went away. It just became an alter for Bucky.
❄️Overall, softer Winter Soldier and Bucky would stem from a situation like this. He’s not necessarily a threat to anyone and really he’s just kind of a clingy, delusional mess.
❄️Of course this is only soft Bucky/WS… any other version gets uh… messy 🫡🫡🫡
Featuring: Logan Howlett (800+ wc), Kurt Wagner (900+ wc), Scott Summers (1.6k+, can you tell he's my favorite? I wasn't making a separate post just for him), and Wade Wilson (900+ wc)
Content Warning: 18+ NSFW, afab!reader, Logan smells reader, bad German translations for Kurt, switch!Scott (I know ball), switch!reader, not-so-dry humping, teasing, mating press, desperate need for touching, biting, (kinda) forced orgasm with Wade, referring to genitals like they're a person (Logan/Wade), Wade refers to himself as Daddy once, p-in-v sex, unprotected sex (Kurt/Scott), cream pie (Kurt/Scott), oral (f receiving), a lot of swearing, praise and groping.
Note: Following up on a request of (literally quoting) anything with Scott and Kurt with a Fem Reader. Happy Pride Month to my fellow queer people and our supporters. I love you and remember to be yourself ♥️🧡💛💚💙💜
Pt 1 Ft. Remy LeBeau + Anna Marie LeBeau
Logan
Morning breaks through the window next to your shared bed. The sounds of birds outside in the early sunlight draws your attention first as the grogginess settles in. Your eyes blink open, squinted up at the ceiling as you take in a deep breath as they fight the blinding light of early morning sunshine.
Your eyes shift to the right, the space next to you vacant of its usual inhabitant. No hairy lump of a man attached to your side to grumble about you grabbing him while you're sleeping. Acting like he hates it when you want to hold him first thing in the morning but never bothers putting up a fight and clings to you like some kind of attention starved puppy.
Your legs fidget, trying to wake up like the rest of your body. Just to be met with a growl coming from under the blanket. Mind slowly unfogging, you notice the boulder shape under the covers. Your hand moves to pull them back, Logan's face appearing with himself wrapped around your legs. Face shoved up against your mound through your sleep shorts, beard burning against your thighs while he nuzzles against your clothes slit. Taking in a deep breath, his eyes locked on the growing wet spot on the thin cotton.
"Morin' darlin'," he rasps through a scratchy morning voice. Head not lifting, not even budging as you blink away what you think is a dream.
"Logan, what the hell are you doing?" He shifts to his elbows, pushing the blanket off his head when you notice his eyes are blown wide, pupils nearly swallowing the blue of his eye whole.
"Tryna behave while you're sleepin'... Didn't wanna wake ya, but I could smell it on ya." He pushes back in, nosing at your clit through the thin cotton keeping him away from you. You preen against him with a whine, seem pressing into your sensitive bundle along with his prodding nose. Pressing up onto your elbows, he ruts his face into you. Growling again before looking up at you.
"You must have been sleepin' real good. Dreamin' about me, and what I could do to ya if you’re good for me." The familiar sound of Adamantium claws popping makes your thighs tense around his head.
"You always wanna test my patience, tap dance on my last damn nerve. But I can see it on ya too. She's just slick and waitin’ for me to enjoy her." Shiny silver slides against your skin with a gentle press under your shorts and up against the fabric. His pupils dilate like a predator spotting it's next meal.
"You don't mind me testin' that theory, do ya now? I'll make it worth your while and then some." He looks at you expectantly. Stupid little smug grin on his face. It's, obnoxiously, too inviting for you to say anything but a resounding yes.
You give a single nod before the shorts are shredded, a gasp ripping from your throat as he pounces on you like an animal. Claws retracted with a satisfied groan as he dived it. Tongue diving into your pussy like he's trying to scrape the last piece of meat off a bone. Gliding from hole to clit before driving directly into the exact spot he knows makes your toes curl up. Your feet pull at the hem of his shirt as your legs lock around him with a ragged moan.
His hand goes to your lower stomach, pressing gently to keep you in place. His nose rutting against your clit just right to make your thighs tremble as the knot in your stomach starts to form quickly.
"Logan..." You whisper his name, feeling his hand pull you down the bed closer to him. His tongue leaves your hole as two fingers glide in with ease, his lips move back to suck on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your fingers curl into his hair out of habit, tugging at his scalp and making him vibrate against you.
A gasp leaves your lips, feeling your hips start to buck, fighting against his firm hold as the build starts to get too overwhelming. Blissful contractions fill your stomach in waves, orgasm crashing with a muffled mixture of curses and his name.
Panting, you watch him lick his own fingers clean, relishing over the mess you've made of yourself as he stands up. Tugging you to the bottom of the bed by your ankles. There's a noticeable wet spot on the front of his boxers before he discards them. Cock slapping up against the thick bushel of hair on his lower stomach, thick and swollen as he grabs it and gives himself a few strokes. A bead of pre cum slipping from the red tip that quickly moves to coat his shaft in his hand. His grip finds your legs, moving them onto his shoulders as he ruts his tip teasingly through your wet folds.
"Hope you weren't thinkin' we were done. We gotta long morin' ahead of us, darlin'. And I'm lookin’ forward to tasting every single bit of you."
Kurt
Fingers glide over your belly in your wake. Gentle and fuzzy like the body wrapped around you. Blue fur pressed against the shimmering skin of your back, a peaceful purr planted somewhere in your hair. Both of your body's bare from the previous night's actions, skin still dewy and his fur rumpled like a feral animal. His lips move when he feels you stir, kissing behind your ear before you can look back at him.
"You're purring."
"I'm very happy, I have every reason to be. Did you sleep well?" You nod with a yawn, stretching your arms with a roll of your neck. Turning your body, you press into him, his tail curling around your waist. His chuckle gracing your ears, his lips ghosting down the side of your face over the trail he's taken so many times before.
Your hand glides over his firm hairy chest, rosary glinting in the early dawn light with it tangled up in your fingers. His teeth nip at your pulse, tail flicking mischievously against your back.
"How'd you sleep?" You finally question, his head pulling back, yellow eyes looking you over with a gentle smile. His head tilts forward, foreheads meeting with a relieved sigh.
"Better next to you. It's been too long since I got to wake up to you like this." He leans in, mouth planting against yours with a sense of hunger that can only come from your mischievous boyfriend. Lips and limbs tangle together. Breaking each other open through a messy clash of teeth and tongues.
Knee pressing up between your thighs with a roll of his hips. His cocks hard and begging for attention against your stomach. You moan into his mouth before he pulls away, face pressing into your neck. Lips latching onto your pulse with a gentle nibble.
"You just had me last night, you haven't had enough of me?"
"I could never have enough of you, mein Engel." You slowly grin, hand gliding down as it wraps around his base. Making him roll into your hand as he moans at the lazy stroke. Thumb teasing along the underside of his tip just how you know he likes it. Your body's lifted, Kurt moving you against the pillows as he climbs over you. Half lidded eyes looking over you with primal hunger, tongue licking over his teeth with a soft chuckle at your startled eyes.
"You're going to be the death of me... Or my fiery descent into Hell. Especially with every sinful thought that crosses my mind when I look at you like this." You smirk, giving him a gentle squeeze and tug.
"Then I guess you'll need to say a few hail marys to make up for it." He lets out a soft chuckle before his hands wander, lips meeting yours as his thick finger glides through your folds. Plunging into your welcoming heat and stretching you open as his tongue slips into your mouth with a soft hum. His hips try to fuck into your hand as his finger curls right into that spot that has the light behind your eyes turning white with bliss.
You huff against his lips, whining when he pulls away from your grip. Shifting up onto his knees, hands guiding your legs around his waist and crossing your ankles in a snug lock. His tail wraps around your ankles to keep you in place as he lines himself up at your entrance.
Slowly, he slips in with a sigh of relief. Snug in your walls as he finds himself laying over you again. Giving you time to adjust with whispered praises against your ear in German. Your arms wrap around him, both hands digging their nails into the flesh of his shoulder blades under fur.
You moan at the first slow but rough roll of his hips. Pelvis rutting perfectly against your body with the practiced expertise of a man on a mission. The sounds of wet skin meeting damp fur fills the bedroom to mix with the blessed sounds of your mixed pleasure. Blunt nails dig into him as a rough thrust meets the perfect angle.
You cry out, feeling him shift into the right position before starting to drill into that spot with zero hesitation. Tail unraveling your ankles and pulling your legs up higher. His hand glides between yourselves, thumb circling over your clit as you clamp down around him with a soft whimper of his name.
"That's it. Take what you need from me die Liebste, it's all yours. Only yours." His forehead leans down against yours, your eyes squeezing shut with the white hot pleasure blooming through your entire body as you crash over the edge. Gripping onto him as you come with a broken moan.
His hips stutter for a moment, rolls getting sloppy before the last few pounds send him to the point of no return. Face pressing into your neck as you feel him painting your insides with a shaky pant against your skin.
Huffing and puffing you both collapse. Kurt's hands smoothing up your thighs to rub circles on your hips as he tries to ground himself against you. Face pressed into your neck with a soft mutter.
"Ich liebe dich." He kisses your jaw, arm sliding under you as he gets comfortable on top of you. Ignoring his fur matting against your damp skin.
"I love you too." You mutter through rough breaths, lips finding his temple as you hold him close. Reveling in his weight against you and him. Your fluids mixing as come slowly seeps out around his soft cock.
Scott
Coming to life in the dim haze of your bedroom, you roll over, your husband's body turned towards the door. Acting as his usual shield between you and the world. A yawn slips through your lips, arm traveling over his side as you kiss between his shoulder blades. Not to wake him, just to show your undying affection. Face nuzzling into the crook of his neck as he gently stirred.
"Down boy, no emergency, I just wanted to hold you." He hums, low and bassy as he turns towards you, meeting his groggy gaze through his sleep visor. Straps twisted from moving against his pillow, his hair puffed up like owl feathers behind his ears. It makes you chuckle as you're pulled in closer.
"What?" He mutters, hand coasting over your back. The cool metal of his wedding band complimenting his rough finger tips against your skin under your nightgown. He slowly blinks, his almost timidness when he's half asleep makes him all the more handsome.
"You're hairs just... It's nothing baby." You give him a peck to his plush lips as he groans with defeat. Returning the gesture with as much as his brain can manage this early. His head slumps into yours, eyes closing as his grip tightens around you. Protective and strong as always. He leans more into you, cutting all distance between your bodies as skin meets skin.
That's when you feel him, morning wood pressed against your thigh through cotton boxers. The faintest twitch of a heartbeat against you flesh. Your leg moves, he groans again.
"Good morning to you too."
"Ignore it." He mutters, shoving his face in your neck, arms tightening around your waist as your fingers go into his hair. Fixing the bunched up strands from under the top strap and back into place.
"What if I don't want to ignore it?" You tease against his ear, watching him shiver as his head lifts slightly, breath leaving his nose as it tickles your collarbone.
"Your liveliness this early in the morning concerns me... You are my wife, right?" You laugh, nodding to his question with a kiss to his nose. He huffs once, arm moving from under you to hold his head up. Leaning in you kiss his lips slowly, hand cradling his jaw as you mumble against his lips.
"When was the last time we had a morning with each other? No rushed kisses goodbye or not waking up together." His hand rubs your side, pondering the thought with a faint peck to your chin. Lips brushing down to your neck with tender presses to your pulse. A faint response nipping at your skin with his teeth.
"I can't remember." You hum against his skin, turning to kiss him again. Slower this time, molding together with a brush of his tongue along your bottom lip. You pull away as he tries to follow, your hand guiding him to layback. You lift yourself up, legs bending to straddle his waist as you reach for his shades off the nightstand.
"Close your eyes." He listens, squeezing them shut in cute little creases, lashes fanned over the pale outline of untanned skin as you pull them off. Leaning down, you carefully kiss each eyelid, sliding his shades back into place. Leaning back over to set the sleep set down, his hands push your nightgown up with a tender rub of your hips with his thumbs.
"There you are," you smile, eyes tracing his face as you lean back in. Lips connecting with his in a patient dance of hunger and need. His hand runs over your curves, fingers tangling into your hair to deepen the kiss. Your tongues melt into each other as your hips rut against him through his boxers. He gasps, head rolling to the side enough to moan away from your lips.
"Feel good?" Scott nods, trying to collect himself when you sit up. Feeling your mound rub against his clothed length with a slow pace that makes his face start to turn red. Your hands glide up and over his sternum, feeling his heart beat pick up beneath your palm. Trying to escape his ribcage by how hard it's pounding.
"You okay baby?"
"Yeah," he blissfully responds, trying to keep himself in check as you keep pressing against him. His hands give a gentle tug to your nightgown, and you give him what he wants without even having to ask. He watches closely, trying to ignore the growing wet patch making his shorts stick to his shaft. You let him take you in completely once the garment hits the bedroom floor. Hips pressing back into him, leaning over his torso with a lazy roll.
Your hand slides down, finger lingering over the vein protruding from the band of his boxers. Gliding over it with a tender press to its blood flow as you grind down. Moaning along with him when his head nudges your clit through the fabric.
"You- you're trying to kill me." He groans, hands tightening around your sides, slowly sliding down to grab handfuls of your ass as you push down again. Leaning in closer, you whisper in his ear.
"You want these off?" He hums in response, gaze not daring to peel away from your naked body as he ogles every curve and trace of skin when you sit up. You tease his waistband, watching his face start to contort with a notch of impatience. Scott usually has some much of it for your teasing, living for letting you rile him up as much as you wanted, but he's exhausted whatever patience he has.
Your back hits the mattress, a little stunned at his sudden switch for dominance. Scott's over you, lips planted on yours with a rough shove of his tongue into your mouth. As quickly as he's there, he's gone. Pulling away and off the bed, boxers coming off with lightning speed. His cock slaps up against his lower abdomen, heavy and dripping from his tip as you look up at him as his knees meet the mattress.
"Someone's excitable so early." He chuckles, lips turning into a little smirk.
"You like pushing my buttons. Don't act like you're surprised." Your little smug smirk turns to a shit eating grin as he starts climbing over you. Grabbing your legs and letting him maneuver you with a gentle touch only he could have for you.
Scott fits your ass flush with his thighs, legs pulled to rest against his shoulders as he kisses your ankle once. His rough hands sliding up your thighs and prying your lips apart with his thumbs. Staring down at your own dripping mess, eyes glancing up with a look that said 'you're as bad as I am'. His hand slides up, ghosting over the sensitive bundle of nerves with the rough pad of his thumb.
You whine, preening into his hand, making him chortle softly. He positions himself at your entrance, pressing in with a slow glide of his hips. Air leaves your lungs with a gasp at the sudden fullness. Scott forces himself to wait, body slowly leaning forward to hover over you. Your knees nearly pressing into your chest from his weight alone, held in place as he braces a hand on the bed somewhere near your head and his other moving to hold yours against the sheets.
He leans in, pressing a kiss to your heart as his hips start to rock. Body taking over as you grip him with your walls, his head hitting that angle with his usual laser pin point precision. Your fingers tighten around his grip, holding onto your only lifeline in any way you possibly can.
He grunts, face going flush as his pace picks up, leaning in closer as your eyes lock through his shades. Your hand comes up to curve over his jawline and cheek. He moves your legs off his shoulders and spread out wider over the bed. Body moving to cocoon yours with a needy pound of his hips, wanting to hold you close much more than anything.
"Scott..." You whimper as a warning into his shoulder, his lips finding your ear as he coasts along the skin under it.
"I know, baby. Me too." He catches a noise in his throat, damn near close to a whine. Feeling you clench around him at your impending orgasm, your bodies coil together. Scott feels your teeth dig into the muscle of his shoulder as your high rips through you. Making his body jolt, groan pulled from his throat as he fills you up, deep within your walls before he slumps over. Both of you panting messes clinging to each other.
"Sorry... Sorry I bit you." You mumble through breaths, feeling his head turn to kiss along your neck.
"It's okay... Did it break skin?" You glance at his shoulder, met by the indentation of your teeth. It almost makes you a little bit proud as you shake your head.
"No." He huffs, pulling back enough to look at you, both of you covered in a new layer of sweat and slick. If you weren't so sure, you'd miss that look of recognition at a job well done and his tiny hint of pride.
His lips meet yours in a caring kiss before pulling back as he climbs back, pulling off you with a sigh. Tapping your hip.
"C'mon. We're getting cleaned up." You groan, being pulled up by your arms. Sitting at the edge of the bed you see Scott going into his working mode. Pulling the blanket back enough to tug the sheets off the corners before he's back in front of you. Watching you catch yourself from your own head. His voice quiet, hand cradling your chin to keep your attention.
"Hey, why don't you go start a bath for us? We got another hour before I'm needed anywhere. I'll be in once I'm done." You nod with a hum, feeling him kiss your sweaty forehead with a hum.
"Love you," he mutters against your skin.
"Love you too."
Wade
The light of dawn bleeds into your shared bedroom, sun beating into your profile. You've actively been trying to ignore his antics for the better part of twenty minutes. You heard him come in about half an hour ago, lugging himself into the bathroom to shower and come back out to you, spread out in one of his old shirts and underwear. Curled up in the safe space you thought was your bed until this little shit started poking at you after he laid down.
First it was just snuggling, then his hands got antsy, wandering up under your shirt with a some half baked apology. Cold fingers gripping at your chest like his own personal nipple having stress balls. Muttering something to himself about a "lack of self control" and how you were his own personal fidget toy. Which lasted all of two minutes before he was burying his face between your legs and making it his mission to piss you off.
But you know Wade thrives on attention. Wade knows he thrives on attention, that's why he's been edging you and "helping" you "reach the big O" as he'd so proclaimed before jamming his shit eating grin right into your cunt.
And if anything he's fantastic at achieving things if he tries hard enough. But he also likes pushing your buttons a lot more. So, right as you're starting to flutter around his fingers for what's probably the fourth or fifth time by now. He's pulling away, only to look up at your scrunched up face and kiss your thigh with admiration.
You'd kick him in the face if he actually weren't so sweet...
"Y'know baby, if you just gimme what I want I can make both lips of yours smile in a minute flat. I'm not an amateur when it comes to coming. If anything, some depraved pervert, definitely not me, would love to see you grovel for mercy under their touch." He leans his head against your thigh, watching your eyes crack open in a still moderately tired haze.
"There's my girl. You finally see the voice of reason? I sure hope so. You're scrumptious, don't get me wrong. I could live down here for hours, but I don't want you suffering anymore then you have to. Come on, she's weeping for mercy, give her a break." You give a slow blink, no verbal response as he huffs through his nose with a disappointed tut.
"Have it your way, sugar puss. I'm enjoying my A.M.B., apartment mandated breakfast, either way." He shoves his face back between your thighs, making them lock against his head like earmuffs. Back to breaking you apart piece by piece with his motor mouth. Working you right up to that edge before pulling away with an inquisitive hum. Tongue gliding over his lips to clean your juices from his mouth with ease.
"Have you been eating pineapple? I'm getting a hint of sweet-" you don't let him finish as your legs lock around him. Twisting til he's under you and you're up on your knees. Any normal man you'd have to worry about breaking his neck, or killing him. Thank God that's not a problem here.
He's speechless for once in his life, you stare down at his wide eyes, his mouth slightly parted as your hands come up, pinning his in place above his head with an annoyed glare.
"Shut the fuck up and get me off." You growl, legs spread apart as you hover your cunt over his face with a slow grind down towards him.
"You know how to use your mouth any other time, c'mon." He groans under you, head lifting as his tongue moves to slip into place. His hands tug, your grip letting go. His arms come up, wrapping around your legs to pull you down flat against his face. His nose moves against your clit with a guide before your hips roll. Letting you ride his face like he doesn't need oxygen to live.
"Oh fuck," you whimper, hips grinding down in a smooth fast rut that makes the headboard knock into the wall with a thud. A definite noise complaint coming later. Your breath gets shaky as your orgasm slowly starts to build back up again. Chasing the tingle between your legs for only a few seconds before you're gushing on his face with a sharp cry. Palms meeting the sheets as you slump forward.
You pant, slowly trying to move off him. Wade grabs your hips before you can move, tongue dancing across you as he cleans you up from below. Hand tapping your thigh before you pull off. He lets out a gasp for life, breath shaky too as he looks up at you before grinning. Mouth covered in what remains of your release.
"Jesus Marvel Christ I fucking love you. I think Logan might be right, I am God's favorite idiot." He lets out a harsh sigh, leaning up to give you a kiss before you avoid him.
"No, you're not doing that with shit on your face. It's your turn away."
"Oh no, sugar puss. I'm good. I painted my favorite Hello Kitty jammies. But I guess you could say I really said 'Hello' to your kitty." You blink with a groan, slumping back into your pillows, hand rubbing over your tired eyes as he crawls over.
"What the fuck is wrong with you..."
"A lot. I thought we established that at our first fuck-a-thon. Now, just lay back and relax. Daddy needs his stiff drink of punani after a long hard day at work..." He chuckles under his breath with a quick whisper, "Haha, that's what she said."
"Wade," your hand meets his head before he can assume the position again, "it's five in the morning."
"Yeah? And I wanna get pussy drunk. It's always 5 o'clock somewhere."
deadpool, wolverine, and you | dp x wolv x reader | NSFW | oneshot
summary: wade and wolverine don't get along. you sure as hell don't want to get caught in the middle of it.
themes: "lovers in another universe" type shit, ice-mutant!reader, threesome, honda odyssey car sex, yes the honda odyssey part is important /s, blowjobs, attempt at humor
word count: 1.2k
More often than not, you felt like a third-wheel to the life-endangering shenanigans of Wolverine and Wade. Sitting in the backseat of the bucking Honda Odyssey with your hands gripping the door handles, you found yourself ever so grateful that you rarely warranted attention.
“I’ll kill you!”
“Aww, is kitty mad? Is kitty gonna scratch me—? Ow, ow, ow!”
You flinched when you heard the sound of metal claws ripping through flesh. Blood splattered against the windshield, and Wade let out a guttural sounding cry that quickly transitioned into a laugh. He thrust his dagger into Wolverine’s stomach, clearly excited by the projectile spray of blood it left in its absence. Sinking further into your seat, you tried your best to remain invisible. You stayed completely unnoticed by the violent duo, which meant you were unbothered.
Until Wolverine snapped Wade’s back over the center console, sending his head directly into your lap. Even beneath his mask, his expressive eyebrows showed just how surprised he was to see you. As Logan stabbed away, Wade wiggled his fingers in an exaggerated wave.
“Oh, hey there snowflake! Not feeling left out are you? Be a doll and make me a really sharp icicle so I can shove it up this guy’s asshole!”
“Freeze his fucking mouth shut!” Logan snarled, claws pointed towards the other man’s chest.
You felt herself begin to sweat. “I really don’t want to do either of those things. Can you guys just let me out?”
“No!”
You didn’t expect to be scolded by either of those lunatics, let alone both. Hands started to grab for you as they went on about how lax you were, how irritating you could be, how boring you were. Instinctively, you sent a blast of cold air at their overzealous fingers without realizing what you would awaken.
All three of you looked at each other. You desperately dove for the locked door handle, pulling, pulling, pulling—.
Your head whipped backwards as you were pinned to the back of the seat, Wolverine’s heavy fist planted in the center of your chest. His upper lip furled at first, like he was about to sink his teeth into you, but then his eyes fell downwards.
He instantly jerked his hand backwards, relieving the pressure on your sternum. You felt your breasts fall back into place, and warmth seeped through your face as you fixed your collar. As soon as Wade caught wind of what had happened, he let out the dirtiest of chuckles.
“What’s wrong, big guy?” he asked tauntingly, popping his eyebrows. “Distracted by a little bit of titty?”
Just like that, Logan’s rage was back. Despite having nothing to do with Wade’s provocations, you were forced to bear the brunt force of Deadpool’s skull crashing between your legs.
“What—?!” you snapped, wincing as you pushed hard on Wade’s thick head. “What are you doing?!”
“Killing him!” Logan hissed.
“Can you do it somewhere else?!”
“Right here’s perfect!” Wade chirped. “Great view from below, too. Though to be perfectly honest, I wish it was my other head between your legs—.”
Wade gagged when Logan gripped his throat harder. Pulling hard at the Wolverine’s steel tight grip, Wade flailed his legs as he croaked out nonsense.
“You…sick…fuck!” Wade spat, his voice hoarse and disjointed. “Admit it…! You can’t…stop thinking…about those boobs!”
If Wade wasn’t dead before, he sure was now.
After silencing Wade for a good thirty minutes of regeneration, you and Logan returned to a comfortable silence.
At least, it would have been comfortable, had it not been for the thick atmosphere between you. Every time you glanced up at his reflection in the rearview mirror, his eyes averted your gaze at the very last second. You awkwardly tapped your nails against the car door as time ticked by.
Logan’s stare didn’t get any less intense.
“Can I help you?”
You said it without thinking. Regret was quick to take hold of you—you could never keep your mouth shut at the most vital moments. Logan met your gaze in the mirror this time, his face stoic as ever.
“No,” he grumbled.
More silence ensued, but you didn’t look away from each other this time. Strangely, you started to feel an unexpected heat build within your core.
“Fuck it,” you muttered, clambering over the console and across to the passenger seat that Logan had sat himself in. “Let’s get this over with.”
There wasn’t a modicum of surprise on his face. Unashamed, the Wolverine grabbed at your ass, his fingers pulling, pushing, pulling. Your hips rubbed against his, and to no surprise, he was hard and throbbing beneath you. You closed your eyes when he slid his hands up to your chest, letting out a small grunt when he squeezed your breasts with his thick fingers.
You let out a frosty breath, which quickly evaporated on Logan’s tongue. He kissed you with all of the longing of a man reunited with his formerly deceased lover, and you did the same to him. No matter what universe the two of you were from, the magnetic pull between you couldn’t be mistaken.
His claws ripped away at your clothes until his pulsating head was diving into your dripping heat. Propping you up, Logan kissed your chin and thrust his hips.
Your teeth broke through the skin of your lip. Fingers scratching at his shoulders, you suppressed a pleasured moan. The way he filled you was a heavy sensation that you never expected to miss as much as you did. Not to mention the power and stamina of a wolverine, unmatched by any other mutant alive. No one could render you as helpless as Logan did, pumping away at your womb like he’d never get a chance at you again. The repetitive slam of his head against your sensitive bundle of nerves, along with the sound of skin slapping against skin—it was far too much for you, yet not enough. Gripping his hair in your fist, you hotly moaned for more.
“Can’t do much more, pup,” he growled into your neck. “One of us is gonna get hurt.”
“I don’t care, Logan. I—.”
“Sorry, but did I just hear someone asking for more?”
You let out a terrified yelp when Deadpool sprung back to life, his face thrusting just inches in front of your own. A red hot flush of shame and embarrassment saturated your cheeks as you and Logan came to an awkwardly clumsy stop.
“Oh, come on, don’t be shy!” Wade chirped, completely unfazed. “I’m not judging! If anything I’m a little hurt that I wasn’t invited. Down you go!”
The car seat immediately flattened out with you naked and splayed across Logan’s chest. You looked up to see Wade half-standing in the back of the crossover, one hand on his utility belt as the other reached out to poke your lips.
“Boop,” he crooned. “Wanna open up, princess?”
“The fuck—,” Logan snarled, clearly irritated, but you shook your head at him.
“It’s okay,” you murmured. “This is…not bad.”
“Fuuuuck. Guess I don’t call you sweet-cheeks for nothing.”
Wade’s provocation would have warranted a sharp glare any other time, but right now it was just what you needed. Relaxing, you felt the tension in your jaw ease, allowing Wade to dip his hips lower into your face. Surprisingly, he maintained a slow and controlled pace as he lauded you with praise. Unsurprisingly, his hands squeezed at your tits as he made raunchy jokes about mommies and ‘milkies’.
Logan’s hand squeezed yours, distracting you from your flustered emotions. His other hand held your hips steady as he moved back and forth, so tender yet so rough. Overcome with pleasure, your eyes fluttered shut.
Maybe these two really were worth all the trouble they caused.
this is a dp/wolverine-inspired oneshot that's been sitting in my drafts forever. i might end up crossposting to ao3 after i give it a better read-over! if you liked it, please consider liking! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ comments and reblogs appreciated!
P.S. i don't really plan on writing more marvel... unless they make dp x wolverine 2 or something. i play marvel rivals and have a general grasp of the mcu but i fear im kinda just a marvel larper T_T </3 currently watching the daredevil show though so who knows
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Hey revel! Just ready your clingy mtmte megs fic! Ugh it was so cute 💕 I have a feeling that in the mass displacement au he'd finally be able to just lay on top and snuggle with his human without crushing them 😭
He’d be absolutely insufferable
Soft AU- Mass Displacement Mayhem- Clingy
Megatron x Reader
• Stiffening as he scowls up at you, arms outstretched and surly expression expectant, you raise your brows. Does he really thinks you’re going to just forget that he likes to bite you when he’s full sized? “I carry you when I’m not so inconvenienced,” he growls and the serious, deep voice coming from the knee high mech is so ridiculous, you’re trying to not laugh. “You’d have me recharge on the floor at your feet like an animal?” He demands and your resolve weakens.
• Optics narrowing as your face tips up towards the ceiling of your dorm, you finally blow out a breath. “I’m going to regret this. I know I am,” you mutter before bending to pick him up and lift him onto your plush berth. Frowning at the give in the soft material as he walks around, he looks back at you and goes still with a rumble. Watching you open a drawer before pulling down the closure tab on your covering. And you glance back at him with a frown before grabbing new coverings from the drawer and hurrying into the other room. Denying him the mysteries of what’s under those coverings you wear.
• Changing clothes quickly, you wonder how long you’re going to be stuck with your very tiny, very demanding house guest. At least he can’t get into much mischief at that size. What’s he going to do? Try to stage a violent takeover of the dorm building? Amused, you step out of the bathroom in your pajamas and find him sprawled on his back among your pillows in the middle of the bed. How can someone so small take up the whole bed? “Scoot,” you say and a red optic opens to give you a look. Exasperated, you push him over to the side of the bed near the wall, ignoring his irate rumbling.
• Watching you climb up and lay down, pulling the blanket over you, he crawls closer. Sprawling on his front on top of your soft warmth, he rumbles lazily. Head turning, he meets your eyes, his own expression a challenge. Daring you to make him move. Can feel your field washing into him, the rise and fall of your chest, and the quick beat of your heart. It’s almost peaceful. Likes this feeling. Though it would be better if he was full size and you were undressed. Hands wandering, you seem to be soft all over.
• What is happening right now? He’s not actually doing anything too bad at least. Flustered as his rumbling deepens to a rough purring, you try to ignore the weight of him lying against you like a living weighted blanket as his arms and legs shift restlessly. Why does he have to be so clingy? “Move the hand or I’m dumping you on the floor,” you say through gritted teeth and he chuckles, but moves his hand. After squeezing. Someone better figure out how to fix him and the other Cybertronians soon.
which bot would absolutely lose it when their human enthusiastically bounces on that thang
🤣 pretty much all of them 🔞 MDNI mass displaced mech 🌶️ @irreproduciblemagnet wanted puppy blanket Max
Needy
Fort Max x Reader
• Holding your hooded blanket closed with a fist, you bite your lip. Mostly because your alien boyfriend is mass displaced and sitting propped up among your pillows wearing his matching ‘comfy’ blanket that you’d had to hand make since he’s so much bigger than you are. His finials poke through the holes in the top, the hood made to look like a puppy face and honestly you’re proud of how it came out even if you’d stabbed yourself with the needle a few dozen times. Mostly, the thing gives you something soft against your skin when you sprawl on top of him so the hard lines of his plating are a bit more comfortable. Makes you wonder if he has any clue how freaking cute he looks right now, though. The massive, powerful mech playing along to make you happy.
• Head turning to see you staring at him, he smiles. “No snacks?” He asks since you usually insist that there be snacks for movie night. But you shrug off your blanket and his fans cycle on as he stares at your bare skin, rumbling and shifting uncomfortably when his spike stirs. ‘No, I was wanting something a little different,’ you tease and his plating heats when he scents you. “Like?” He asks even though he has a pretty good idea as you straddle his lap, flipping the blanket out of the way and fingers teasing the seam of his modesty panel until his spike releases to pressurize. Groaning as you wrap your hands around him and lift up to rock against the underside of his spike, he growls.
• That feral sound is so at odds with the cutesy puppy hoodie that you have to hide a smile. Fingers teasing along the seams of biolights on his spike, you watch them glow and pulse under your touch, slick already beading at the head. And while the shape is familiar enough, it’s the differences that always draw your eye. The softer, spiky looking ridges on the underside that rub just right in certain positions, the way the head tapers and flares at the back. He’d looked intimidating the first time you’d seen him. Like he’d hurt you. Making you so thankful that you’d trusted him not to.
• Hands smoothing up your sides, he watches you line yourself up and he groans when you sink down on him, hips rolling as you moan his name. And your hands grip his for balance as you begin to move, your breath hitching as your slick heat fists him until he’s shivering with the urge to thrust. Head falling back against the wall, his finials scrape against the surface when you start moving more urgently. Bouncing on his spike as he snarls and strains against the need to grip your hips and move you faster on his length. Wanting to rut inside you. Snarling your name as his hips lift, his attention slides down your body. Staring at his spike slick with you sinking into you again and again. “I’m going to overload,” he snarls, servos flexing on you.
• “Not yet,” you moan, hips rolling as you ride him, feeling every ridge of his spike stroking deep. Stretching and filling you until you’re trembling at the feel of him inside you. Can’t look away from his face, from his slightly parted lips as his rumbling growls hum through you. That inhuman noise stringing you tight as you move faster, getting rougher as heat pools inside you. Until your movements falter and his big hands are moving you, helping you keep going as you tremble.
• Snarling when you gasp his name, fisting his spike as you get even tighter, his hips lift when he pulls you down flush, his frame straining. Shuddering with his overload. Hips lazily rolling under you as you shiver, he feels the base of his spike swelling. Locking him inside you as you ease down to lay against him and his hands smooth up your spine. Rumbling, he watches you slowly reach up to touch his bottom lip and his head turns to catch the pad of your thumb between his denta as he growls affectionately and you lay a sweaty cheek on his chassis with a soft huff of laughter.
Hehe imagine ..the humans all get their "poisons" back and they're all happy ..
Eeeexcept TFP Soundwave's human, nope, not allowed. Not happening 😆😆😆😆 no amount of whining is gonna help 😆😆😆
Aww poor human xD I feel their pain. Anything short of warm milk or water is excruciating right now, so I’m having to bypass my morning coffee and I’m not loving it. I did suck it up and call the dentist back- no, I should not be in constant, acute pain. They’re calling in antibiotics, but I just… I just want my coffee so bad xP don’t stress grind your teeth, kids
Treats
TFP Soundwave x Reader
• “Knockout’s just a jerk,” you seethe, waving a hand slightly. “Caffeine and chocolate aren’t poisonous to humans. I mean, sure they’re a tiny bit addictive, but that’s why I need them. I’m going to go through caffeine withdrawals. I’m suffering. Do you want me to suffer?” Maybe you’re being a tiny bit melodramatic, but that shiny, red asshole has apparently decided that he does care about human health. Or he’s just decided to make it his mission to make all the humans in Decepticon custody suffer. You’re betting on the latter. And Soundwave’s head tips, visored face glowing as he offers you an emoji crying a single tear as if to say ‘cry me a river.’
• Knows you’re upset, but this is for your own good even if you don’t like it. And deep down, he’s sure you do understand that he’s trying to help you. “I’m pretty sure there are reports touting caffeine and chocolate both for having health benefits,” you try, looking frustrated as you cross your arms over your chest, a hand gesturing weakly against your elbow. Reaching out, he hooks a servo under your chin to tip your face up. “I mean, a little couldn’t hurt me.”
• Smiling hopefully, you want to groan when he taps you gently on the nose and his plating ruffles and settles. “Is that a yes?” You ask and he shakes his head, a tendril coiling about your ankle. Stumbling to get away, because you’re not about to let him mollify you, you’re scowling up at him. “I’m an adult. You know that, right? I should be trusted to make my own decisions.” Eyes narrowing when he just turns away and reaches for his datapad. Apparently deciding that he’s just going to ignore you until you give up. Blowing out a breath, you walk closer.
• Glancing at you as you frown up at him, you’re making this harder than it needs to be. Making it harder to deny you. “Lift the embargo and I’ll do that thing you like,” you say, hands catching one of his cables to play with the tendrils at the end, making him shiver as his plating heats. Head turning your way, he vents softly in a huff. And makes himself shake his head even as you curl a tendril around a finger. “You know you’re not the only one who can put an embargo in place,” you purr and he hesitates.
• Watching his other cables whip around him as he figures out what you’re talking about, you smile sweetly up at him. “Yeah, that’s right. Kitchen’s closed until you give back my so called poisons,” you challenge, trying not to laugh when he flashes you a frowny face. And several exclamation points. “Let’s see who breaks first,” you say, stretching lazily as he watches you hungrily. Though honestly, this feels as much like punishing yourself as punishing him.
Leaving that group to reduce stress means I’m back to living under a rock xD everyone in it was so nice, but it was the nonstop “look what I found- pretty fan merch” that was killing me. The same compulsive tendencies that allow me to write like crazy, also mean I have very poor impulse control. Since I don’t really doom scroll on socials, I find out about stuff through asks mostly xD With that group, there was new stuff constantly right there and yeah, that’s not good for me. At all. That was stress I could control. Unlike the main source of my stress that decided that since she was awake at one a.m. this morning, that that made it a perfectly acceptable time to call and wake me up to see what I was doing.
Hello Revel! It would be nice to get something with Deep Bite from mcb. I love this charmer so much and I'm so offended for him that all the other cardbots are afraid of him because of his appearance. This cute shark needs comfort and lots of hugs, and I love the way he wags his tail🥹
I do love his little tail wags, too!
Lonely
MCB Deep Bite x Reader
• Working on a supply run list, the chatter from the bots spills into you and it’s strange that you’re already so comfortable with the noise and chaos of them. That you don’t think of them as other or alien anymore. Glancing over as Musclehyde laughs at something Buffalo Crush just said, you realize one’s missing. Scanning the large hangar, you set your list aside and stretch. Most of the bots hang out in groups, but you’re definitely missing one.
• Face tipped up toward the sky, his optics shutter feeling the sun warming his plating as his tail curls against the outside of his thigh, the blade-like fin at the end tapping against his knee. Scents you before he hears the soft sound of your steps and his head turns to watch you. “Everything okay?” You ask as your back slides against the metal wall when you sit beside him. And he has no idea how to explain that he doesn’t really belong here. That the others are still uncomfortable or outright frightened of him. That they just see a monster. Staring at his clawed servos, he nods anyway.
• “Just enjoying the sun,” he says, voice cheerful and you stretch out your legs as you study his profile. Unsure how to tell him that you’re worried about him. That you’ve noticed him lingering at the edges of the other groups, looking like he wants to say something, to belong. Before just walking away. Or the way he stiffens and then plays it off with a laugh when one of the other bots comments on his appearance. Reaching out slowly, your fingers grip one of his sharp servos and he lets you pull his big hand to yourself.
• Frozen as you play with his servos like you’re curious about how his joints work, all he can think of is how soft you are. That you might accidentally hurt yourself touching him. “Careful,” he says, voice dipping to a worried rasp. And you press your palm against his, your hand so tiny as your head tilts slightly while you study the dichotomy of his metal flesh and your softness. Realizes he’s leaning toward you even as he knows he should pull away. That anything as fragile as you are isn’t meant for bots like him.
• Looking up, his face is right there, optics staring at your hand in his. And you reach up to smooth your hand against the lower half of his face, a fingertip tracing the sharp, jagged lines. Recognizing the hunger in his stare, the loneliness. Because sometimes even when you’re surrounded by the others, you feel alone, like your own voice is lost. Like no one’s listening because you’re not like them. You’re the one that’s other. Know it’s all in your head, but you cant shake that feeling sometimes. His head brushes yours as a rumbling growl thrums through you where you’re touching him, the noise alien but not frightening. Eyes closing you press your mouth against his face as a big hand cups against you and cradles you close. “You don’t scare me,” you whisper.
(not sure if this sent cause I was tired when I typed it but) I’m wondering how a bot would react to a human with scoliosis, I have scoliosis and occasionally (usually after walking for a long time or walking on tippy toes which I’ve done as a child) will have a semi noticeable limp. it’s definitely more noticeable when I walk for long periods of time and my feet start hurting (usually the side where I lean the most). So I was wondering how maybe First Aid or Ratchet (whoever you think is best) would react to seeing their human limping all the sudden (maybe they were very active one day or whatever) or having like the worst back pain from it. I try to crack my back like crazy though it doesn’t usually ease the pain :(
I’m so sorry you have to deal with that, hun!
Soft AU- Care
First Aid x Reader
• Grimacing as you try to work out the stiffness in your back, you’d known you were overdoing it the day before, but you’d wanted to help out anyway. To feel like you were a part of things. Insisting on working through the stiff muscles and the burn in your back to help the others work on expanding the community garden. And you don’t regret helping even if you’re definitely feeling it, the muscles in your upper back locking up and tingling with almost pins and needles prickles of discomfort.
• Waiting near the dorms to walk you to the wash stalls, he straightens when he spots you. Up until he notices the limp as you smile tiredly, a hand lifting to greet him. And he’s striding your way to mass shift, hands reaching to smooth down your upper arms to feel your field buzzing him. “What happened?” He asks as you just blink up at him, brow furrowed. Did you fall? Did someone hurt you? Hands sliding over you to try and pinpoint the spot where your field is most aggravated, you stumble back a step.
• Flustered when your assigned mech goes all handsy, he reaches for you and you back up another step. “What are you doing?” You ask, mortified as he just stares at you and you stare back. Getting a surprise feel up from him hadn’t been on your bingo card and while you like him, you have no idea how to feel about this. ‘You’re hurt,’ he says, gesturing at you. ‘I saw you limping.’ Which doesn’t explain the wandering hands at all. “So you decided to grope me?” You ask, mystified. Is this some weird alien thing that you don’t understand?
• Lifting his hands up, palm out, he shakes his head. “No,” he blurts, embarrassed as he realizes what he’d been doing. And your brows lift. “I was trying to use your field to figure out where you were hurt,” he manages and your brows go higher. ‘You realize you could have just asked instead of, you know, grabbing?’ You ask and his plating lifts slightly as his fans cycle on. “In retrospect, yes,” he mutters as you just keep staring at him. “I’m going to go now. Over there.” Somewhere where you’re not looking at him like that. Because who does that? Just mining someone else’s field? Just because you don’t hide yours at all, doesn’t mean you want him to play with it.
• Smiling despite yourself when he turns and starts stiffly walking away, you limp after him. “Wait,” you say, trying to not laugh at his embarrassment. And he looks back at you over his shoulder, plating shifting slightly. Starting to reach for his hand, you stop short. Unsure if you’d be crossing a line when you know he likes you. When you like him and aren’t sure if you’re brave enough to take the next step. “It’s okay. I just have some back issues and I overdid it,” you say, letting your hand fall. What would it be like to be bold enough to grip his hand? To tell him you like him? ‘Then maybe I could take care of you today?’ He asks as you smile sheepishly. “I’m okay.” Going still when he reaches for you, his servos carefully fix the collar of your work coveralls, brushing your neck, and you think you can see a hint of his optics behind his visor. ‘Let me do this,’ he says and you shiver at how his voice dips. Becomes almost a growl that there’s no denying.
I dare ask for how certain SWKs would react if they and their SO were getting hot and heavy, only to be interrupted by one of their cubs needing something. Whether its a baby needing to be fed/changed, a nightmare soothed, or a restless cub wondering why Baba and Mama are wrestling at this hour?
I feel like Netflix Monkey King would be the most pouty - since now he has to wait longer for smooches
Alright so, these are too long and detailed to be considered headcanons, but too short to be considered full drabbles so…just take em.
I did try to get BMW and NGNR Wukong in here but…I sadly just ran out of steam for it. I hope the ones I did do are satisfactory and that you enjoy!! Warning for spicy moments and some smut. I don’t know why but I was real horny when writing HiB’s…
Includes MKR, LMK, Netflix, and HiB!
MKR Wukong -
Your lips taste like peaches and coconut wine, and Wukong thinks he could become addicted very quickly, if he wasn't already.
The blanket under you feels soft, keeping the itchy spring grass from both you and the picnic spread out around you. You had both been swamped these past few days with meetings and gatherings and celebrations, the two of you had so little time to yourselves lately. The burdens of Buddhahood and being royalty, he supposed.
But that didn’t matter right now.
You were under him, his hands trailing patterns up and down your skin, working your robes off at a slow, methodical pace. He was in no rush to unwrap you, his lips on yours as your bodies rocked together, heat building between you both. One of your legs was already hooked over his hips, his tail wrapping tight around your calf in response to keep it there. He could feel the heat of your core pressing against him, the smell of your arousal intoxicating.
Forget manfruits, forget immortal peaches and immortal elixir - you were his favorite thing to devour.
He pulls away from your lips with a gasp, a shudder raking its way down his spine. You push your chest closer to his, your arms pulling him further down on top of you, desperate for more closeness. You can feel the length of his cock pressing against you, giving your aching cunt something to grind against despite your clothing.
“Wukong…” You whisper his name, and he responds by burying his face into your neck, the black markings of his eyes hidden against your skin. He could spend hours like this, sitting with you under him, at his mercy and whimpering his name in the sweetest way…
“Baba! Mama!” A tiny voice wails from the surrounding trees, and the two of you freeze right where you are. Wukong’s head shoots up, alert and glaring, recognizing the sound of your little one in distress.
“Baabaaaa-!” The second cry sounds even more distraught, and in an instant Wukong is lifting the two of you up, gripping your arm and dragging you to where the noise is coming from. You follow without complaint, your eyes wide and fearful at the sound of your firstborn calling all by themselves. Where is their twin!? Are they alone!? Wujing was supposed to be watching them with Bajie-!
You both burst into a clearing near the base of Water Curtain Cave, monkeys looking towards you where they form a circle. In the center of the circle Wujing kneels in the grass, trying his damn best to quiet one of your little ones. Bajie stands next to him, holding your second little one in his arms and gently shushing her.
It isn't working, your little one can see her twin bawling his tiny little eyes out, and it's stressing her in return. Tears are already gathering in the corners of her eyes as her brother bawls and bawls no matter what Wujing whispers to him.
Fruitie is hovering over Wujing’s shoulder, looking almost as distressed as the babies themselves.
“What happened?” Wukong demands, stalking forward, scowl on his face. Wujing gives you both a pleading look, as lost as a wandering spirit.
“I-I said it was time for dinner-” The ogre whimpers, the fins of his ears pressing back against his skull in distress. “He-...he said he wanted to see you both, I told him you would be back for his bedtime and then-!” He shakes his head, bewildered as to why your little one would start crying over his words.
Wukong steps forward, gesturing for Wujing to hand the screaming toddler over. Wujing does so, and Wukong pulls your son close to his chest, voice going soft. He turns away from his brothers, embarrassed that they get to see him like this, but not enough to leave your son in distress. The monkeys in the cleaning start to wander away, carrying on with their tasks as if nothing had happened. You give Wujing a reassuring smile, stepping towards Bajie and letting your daughter crawl into your arms. You can hear Wukong whispering behind you.
“Hey. Little warrior, why are you crying? What happened?” He coos, brow furrowed but no anger on his face. You step closer towards them both with your daughter, your family huddling together around your son. He chokes on his cries and blubbers, looking up at his baba with big, wet eyes.
“B-b-babaaa…” He sniffles. Your daughter reaches for him with her tiny little hands, grabbing at the fur of his head and trying to hug him as best she can. Her little feet crawl over you so she can sit on both you and her baba’s arm and be closer to her twin. You can feel your heart shatter in your chest.
“We're here, little ones. We're always here. Uncle Wujing was going to take you to eat your dinner…” You explain to them both, your own voice gentle. The twins sniffle and wipe at their chubby cheeks. Bajie steps up behind you, tapping your shoulder.
“What exactly happened? Why did they get so upset?”
“They're still very new to the world. It's mostly separation anxiety at this age, babies like to be with their parents.” You say, keeping your voice low as recognition dawns on Bajie’s face.
“Ah…sorry guys…” He mumbles, ears lowering as he shares a glance with Wujing and Fruitie. The three of them had been so excited to try babysitting for the first time, getting to spend some quality time with their honorary niece and nephew. They also knew how much you both desperately craved some alone time. You wave them off, Wukong adjusting himself to better hold both your twins in his arms. Your son has calmed down significantly at this point, sucking his thumb as he watches you and his baba with intent focus.
“It's all right boys. We can… pick up our picnic stuff later, let's get these two into a bath and some dinner.” You look to your husband, who nods and immediately starts stalking towards the waterfall, his tail gripping your waist and dragging you with him. You can hear Bajie speaking to Wujing as you walk, Fruitie also trying to reassure the ogre that he didn't do anything wrong. You smile at him as well, and he perks up by the time you get inside the cave.
LMK Wukong -
“Hmmm…That feel good, sweet peach?” Wukong purrs above you, his hips rocking against yours in a way that has your breath shuddering and shivers racing down your spine. You clutch desperately at his shoulders, tugging the russet fur hard. He growls in response, teeth on display as he bucks harder into your welcoming heat.
“Y-yeah…s-sssoo g-good-” You slur, trying to spread your legs wider for your mate. He helps, gripping the backs of your thighs and pushing your legs up, moving from missionary to mating press in moments. His cock hits deeper, a spot that has you quivering and crying out in bliss. Your cunt spasms around him, greedily milking him.
“Fuck, that’s g-good…It’s been too long love. Waaaay too long.” He teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You want to giggle at his silly flirting, but a hard press of his thumb against your clit has you whimpering instead.
“P-pl-pleaese-” You start to beg, when the sound of a door slamming open echoes through your temple home.
“W-wait! Wait little guy, c’mon it’s time for a nap!” MK’s voice is right down the hall from your door. Wukong, ever the quick thinker, pushes himself off you and buries you under your blankets in the blink of an eye, your flushed expression hidden from view. Your pussy spasms at the sudden emptiness you feel, and you bite your bottom lip hard to keep from crying out in disappointment. Wukong has just enough time to wrap part of the blankets around his waist when your bedroom door is practically kicked down, your oldest son standing in all his toddler glory in the hallway.
MK skids to a stop right behind him, looking panicked as he grabs the baby by the waist and lifts him high into the air.
“I am so sorry guys!” He cries, trying to avoid looking into your room. Your son giggles, his tail curling happily at the mischief he’s caused, tiny feet kicking in the air.
“It’s uh-” Wukong coughs into his fist to clear the heady rasp from his voice and you see MK wince in real time at hearing his mentor sound like that, “It’s fine bud. Is he being a handful? I can come and-”
“No! No! No coming! I don’t-! Ahhhh-!” MK cries, shaking his head vigorously. It takes a second for your husband’s word choice to sink in, but then you’re giggling loudly into your hands, still trying to stay hidden from view for MK’s sake. Wukong blushes hard next to you, bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck as he gives an awkward laugh.
“Sorry, sorry, wrong thing to say. If you guys need help though-” He tries again, but MK sounds determined.
“No! I promised you guys a night to yourself and I’m not gonna back down now! No matter how destructive and clever my little bro is! Mei has been doing a good job keeping the youngest entertained thankfully. No laser eyes...yet…” He mumbles, shifting your son into a cradled position in his arms. He still refuses to look at either of you despite the blankets covering you from view.
“Th-thats good!” You squeak out, poking your head from the pile of fabric drowning you. “But if you-if you need anything we can take over-”
“Nope!” MK Interrupts you, turning on his heel. “Just close the door and go back to-uhhh, whatever you both were doing! We’re leaving cause it’s nap time, mister!” MK storms away, your son giggling in his arms. Wukong waits a full five seconds, watching the door like a hawk as if he expects the two of them to come rushing back to your room any second now. When no such thing happens, he flicks a hair towards the door to fix it, his attention turning back towards you.
“Now, where were we~?” He purrs, climbing back over you. You blush, reaching for him and pulling him closer to you. “Oh, I think I remember-”
A crash sounds outside your temple.
Wukong sighs and slumps against you, head buried in your neck.
“I think I’m gonna have to go check that one out.” He grumbles. You give him a sympathetic kiss on the crown of his head.
Netflix Wukong -
“I have missed you-” Black lips press against yours with a fever, Monkey’s breath coming hard and fast, “so much! Remind me to never agree to demon hunting trips with Nezha and Erlang again.”
You giggle, letting him move down to the column of your neck and press more kisses there, your fingers digging into the soft fur of his head. Your leg hikes up to circle around his skinny waist, the base of his tail supporting your leg so it doesn’t fall, his hands too busy mapping out the curves of your waist.
“W-will-...do-” You pant. Monkey has been gone from your home for weeks at this point, and when he came home it was to a massive feast with all the monkeys of Mount Huaguo. One celebrating his work with the Celestials he’d formed a friendship with, and a chance for your family to spend time together again. Your little ones had been ecstatic to have their baba back home, screaming and hooting as they climbed him like a jungle tree and insisted on showing him every little accomplishment they’d made while he was away.
Monkey, always happy to bask in attention - especially if it was from you or your toddlers - had spent the whole afternoon with you all. He had laughed at every joke your toddlers tried to tell, had cooed over every drawing they showed him, had even given them joy rides on Stick despite the exhaustion you could see under his smile.
After a rambunctious dinner filled with stories of your mate’s heroic exploits, the little ones had been too tired to keep up. Your youngest had even started dozing off with her spoon in her mouth, her favorite soup not enough to keep her awake any longer. You had put them to bed together, Stick vibrating a rainbow of colors at seeing their adorable sleeping faces. With a fond smile Monkey had asked if Stick wanted to sleep in their room for the night, and the green light show he gave sounded like a resounding ‘yes!’ to you. You had your suspicions it was also the rod’s way of giving you two some alone time, for which you were grateful.
The second you had closed the door to your bedroom Monkey was on you, his warm hands pulling you close as he kissed you till your lungs burned for air.
“You looked so beautiful when I got back-...Couldn’t believe you were here waiting for me-!” He whispered against your throat, his teeth grazing your skin.
“O-oh…of c-course-! Love you, m-my Monkey…” You praised, pressing kisses against every part of his head you could reach. Heat was already pooling low in your belly, your skin sensitive to every touch after weeks of sleeping alone. Monkey seemed to feel the same, his breath coming in heavy pants at just the feeling of your fingers digging into his cherry fur. He rewarded your sweet words with a firm bite to your neck, sharp canines digging into your muscle in a way that had you gasping for air and bucking against him.
“M-Monkey-!” You moaned, pressing your aching core against his hips. He gave a heady groan against your skin, the vibrations tingling through your muscle at the sound. You could see his eyes roll back in bliss as his tongue lapped at the abused flesh. You wanted him to do it again, to bite you more, everywhere, all along your body-
“M-mama-?” A tiny voice called from outside your bedroom door.
Both you and your mate freeze in place, sharing a glance before turning to look at the door.
“Mama? Wh-why is the door c-closed-?” Your daughter, sounding distraught and like she was about to cry, was speaking. Parenting instincts overriding your horny thoughts, you and your mate separate and rush towards the door. Monkey beats you to it, throwing it open and revealing the teary eyes of your tiny toddler holding her favorite toy and blankie.
Without a word more, she rushes forward and grips your leg and Monkey’s, burying her face against you and sniffling. You coo at her, kneeling down and wrapping her in your arms. The heat you felt earlier is fading away, and while you feel disappointed, your little one is more important. Monkey seems to have the same idea, pulling you both into his arms and nuzzling your little one.
“Hey, what's wrong tough girl? Why the sad eyes?” He brings a finger up to wipe her cheeks, his own green eyes bright with concern.
“...Is…Is Baba gonna leave again-?” She chokes on a sob, and your heart shatters at the noise.
“Oh, sweet one, it’s okay, shhhh, it’s okay…” You and your mate make your way to the bed, sitting on the edge together and settling your little one on your lap.
“Baba…” You pause, sighing as you thought of the best way to explain things to her. “Baba won’t be leaving again for a while, sweet one. And when he does go, it won’t be for nearly as long.” You start. Your daughter looks lost at your words, glancing between you both with her tiny brow furrowed.
“Yeah, you don’t have to worry tough girl, I’m sticking around for a long while after this last trip. I missed all of you too much to leave for that long again!” Monkey said. Your daughter looked less distraught, but her eyes keep staring intently at you. You raised an eyebrow at her.
With wobbly legs she stood up on your lap, her tiny hands coming to your collar bones and peeling back the folds of your robes.
“Mama got ouchie?” She asked.
Your face flushed immediately, Monkey choking on a laugh and having to turn away from you both to hide it. His shoulders shook with the force of his barely repressed snickering. You tried in vain to cover your neck back up, pulling her tiny hands away from your collar bones.
“O-oh, don’t worry about that sweet one! It’s nothing!” You tried to laugh it off, your daughter still staring at you with wide, confused eyes. After a moment, she shrugged, nuzzling back into your arms with a chirp.
“I wanna sleep with Mama and Baba…” She mumbled against your tummy. Monkey, finally in control of himself, opened his mouth, looking torn. You gave him a helpless shrug.
“R-...right. No problem, little one. Mama and Baba are here.” He relented. He placed a hand on her head, carding his fingers through her soft fur.
HiB Wukong -
Wukong is laying back on your marriage bed, pillows surrounding you both as you grind your hips into his. The fur of his waist is tickling the inside of your thighs and your swollen clit with every grind. The light from a few flickering candles highlights every curve and muscle of your body, and he can't tear his eyes away.
Your head is thrown back in bliss, your tits right in front of his face, bouncing and full. His hands squeeze and play with your soft skin as they move up from your hips to your chest, his fingers immediately pinching and pulling the sensitive nubs to make you cry out his name. You look down at him, a goddess on her chosen throne, and he's never been more thankful to the universe than when he gets to watch you like this…
The door to your bedroom creaks open with a deafening squeal, and you immediately throw yourself down on top of Wukong, chest to chest with your legs still straddling his hips. He reacts by grabbing your blanket and throwing it over your back, covering your still joined bodies from view.
Liuer pokes his tiny head in through the crack, looking scared and apologetic. Wukong shares a look with you, and you call out to him over your shoulder.
“What's wrong little one? Is everything okay?” You sound gentle, and Wukong is impressed by how normal your voice sounds, if a little breathy. He doesn't trust his own voice yet.
“I…I had a nightmare. About…” The boy wipes at his eyes and sniffles. Even without saying it out loud, you both know what he's thinking about. Wukong feels a surge of protective anger rush through him at the memory of stones and cliff edges, and it mixes with the lingering disappointment that he knows the two of you won't be continuing your fun.
“Hey, no problem kid. Let me get my robe on and we'll get a little midnight treat, yeah?” Wukong clears his throat, hoping his rasp isn't noticeable.
“Uhm, maybe I should do that, love?”
“Why? I can handle it, you rest.” He tries. You've been exhausted by the newest little one in your family, the baby monkey only just recently sleeping all the way through the night instead of asking for milk every few hours. Wukong was surprised you had the energy to even try having sex tonight. He didn't want you to push yourself.
“No, I really think it would be best for me to go.” You give a pointed look down at your hips, and he feels the gummy walls of your pussy squeeze him. He chokes on a grunt, hand fisting the blanket to keep himself from reacting.
“A-alright. Fine.” He hisses. You turn back to Liuer and smile at him in the near darkness of your room.
“I’ll be right there sweet one, can you close the door for a moment so I can get my night robe on?” Liuer nods his head, shutting the door with a quiet ‘click’. The two of you heave relieved sighs.
“Your son has perfect timing. Just like you.” You tease him, and Wukong snaps his teeth at you in a playful bite.
“Watch your mouth, peaches. Remember you’re talking to a king.” You snort at his words, lifting yourself up from his arms. You lift your hips as well, hissing and biting your bottom lip as his cock finally slips free of your swollen cunt with a lewd ‘schlick’ that has him shuddering. You moan, your hips giving a weak thrust at the sudden, unwanted, emptiness you feel.
“Damn it all…” Wukong covers his face with his hands and rubs vigorously, trying to hold himself back from grabbing you and finishing what you had both started. You move away quickly, knowing his thought process, and for that he’s thankful. As you slip your arms into your night robe, one embroidered with emerald leaves, mountains, and clouds, you speak.
“Can you tidy up the bed while I get him a snack? He was so upset, I don’t think he’ll want to go back to his own bed tonight.” Wukong gives you a thumbs up, his other hand still covering his face as he tries to get rid of the aching in his cock through sheer force of will.
You slip through the door, and he can hear your voice echoing quietly down the hall as you walk with your son. He sits up, sighing to himself as he gets to work cleaning your shared mess as best he can.
The sun was just starting to set on the tranquil Mountain of Fruit and Flowers. Wukong and his Queen were enjoying a stroll through the forest when the peace and quiet was broken by distant shouts. They sounded anxious, distressed, and, most concerning, young. Without hesitation, the Monkey King took your hand hurried towards the distant voices.
In a clearing not far off the trail, he found three monkey cubs huddled at the base of a tree. Two of them were chittering fretfully amongst themselves while trying to comfort their crying friend. When the trio noticed King and Queen had found them, they all tucked their tails nervously like they had been caught red-handed doing something they weren’t supposed to.
Before Wukong could even speak, you were already crossing the clearing towards the little ones. “What happened?” you asked, the question firm but still concerned.
The eldest of the cubs hesitated a moment before admitting, “We were playing and wanted to see who could climb the tallest tree. But the branch broke and Yue fell.”
Wukong watched his Queen’s face shift from disapproving to worried. You quickly picked the crying cub up and hugged him with a comforting coo. “Did you get hurt?” He stared with wide eyes as he nodded. “May I see?” The young monkey held out his paw for you to inspect.
From where he stood, Wukong could see it was nothing serious. Just a slight graze, most scary than harmful, but enough to teach a lesson. Still, you were careful and thorough as you checked over the superficial wound.
Seeing you so doting and compassionate towards his young kin fluttered a warmth deep within the Monkey King’s chest. For a moment, he imagined it was your own shared cub being coddled in your loving arms. It sparked a burning urge that refused to settle even as he shoved the thought aside for later contemplation.
“It’s just a little scrap,” you said after a quick assessment. A soft kiss was pressed to the injured paw and you smoothed the ruffled fur back down with a smile. “There, all better now. Let’s be more careful next time, alright?”
The little monkey nodded and jumped down to join his friends. All three shuffled in place, looking both thankful and apologetic under the royals’ chastising stares.
“You know you’re not supposed climb the tall trees,” Wukong spoke up, more disappointed than angry. “The top branches aren’t sturdy and it’s a long way down if you fall. You’re lucky it was only a small scratch this time. Don’t climb that high again, understood?”
“Yes, Grandpa Sun,” the monkeys agreed ruefully.
You nodded in approval. “It’s getting late. You three go straight home and remember to be more careful next time you play.”
“Yes, Grandma Peach.”
With heads bowed and tails tucked, the cubs scampered off into the trees and towards the mountain. The instant they were out of sight, you let out a relieved sigh and glanced towards Wukong.
“Never a dull moment with the little ones around, huh?”
He smiled softly and wrapped his arms around your waist to hug you from behind. “You can say that again.” A quiet moment passed as the setting sun cast pink and purple hues over the serene mountain. But the linger thought from before still simmered under Wukong’s fur and pestered him to speak. “You know, I’ve been thinking…”
“That’s dangerous territory,” you teased.
“Ooh someone’s cheeky today.” Wukong nuzzled his ticklish cheek fur against your neck, grinning to himself when you giggled and squirmed in his hold. “I was going to say, you handled the little ones very well. You’ll make a wonderful mother someday.”
You stilled in his arms and Wukong worried he had overstepped. Then you leaned into him, lacing your fingers with one of the hands folded over your belly. “You think so?”
“I know so.”
“Well, I think you’re already a great father,” you said, glancing over your shoulder. “You take such good care of all your monkeys. It really is wonderful to see.”
Wukong’s head reeled for a moment, trying to decipher if there was a subtle rejection hidden within the compliment. When you noticed the slight frown and furrowed brow, you pressed a loving kiss to his cheek.
“You know, I’ve been thinking as well…”
The bait was too tempting to ignore. “Now who’s being dangerous?”
A playful swat to his shoulder made the monkey chuckle. “Very funny. As I was saying, I know you consider your monkeys your children and grandchildren. But I do wonder…” Another kiss danced at the corner of his lips, more teasing than before. “Shouldn’t a King have an heir?”
Hope and heat flared back to life within the monkey. It took everything Wukong had to swallow down his urge to pounce and speak calmly. “I would be honored if my Queen would offer me such a gift.”
This time, the kiss was all passion and promise that kindled the urge into an inferno. “I would be honored to share such a gift with you,” you answered lustfully.
A needy growl rumbled up from Wukong’s chest. “In that case…” You were suddenly swept up and thrown over the Monkey King’s shoulder as he started a brisk pace back towards the mountain. And your shared chambers. “Best not waste any time. Hope you didn’t have any plans for the next few days, my Peach.”
i love wukong and how you draw him... every time i see your art style with him i feel like a small hamster looking up at a human hand imminent on grabbing it
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