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20 / latina <3

[starlemini]

—Mel, 20, professional simp ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

info: i downloaded this app long ago but I just used it to read, I’ve been thinking about writing now so let’s see how it goes!

rules & guidelines: minors do NOT interact! I plan on writing dark + triggering content in some time.

[burbatch]

Mr. & Mrs. Bateman's Conversation 2

You marry one of Pierce & Pierce's vice presidents, Patrick Bateman. People, secretly, have underestimated the relationship of you and your arrogant husband, but they don't know that you're the first person, in your society, in this year, who literally can reserve a table in that goddamn restaurant named DORSIA. In the afternoon, you rush to your husband's office to declare your victory, but he looks too stony for such a great conquest like this… How? And why?!

Husband! Patrick Bateman x Wife! Reader (2.9k words) — This is a fluff story (I think), but some dialogues include explicit language (dirty talk), mentioning sex, degradation, and execution (in a joking manner). This tease yet silly husband just heard something that makes him self-doubting; instead of jumping out of his chair after listening to your news, he only nods and is not clingy like other days. Let's see what happens in his office. I hope you enjoy reading this short story!

Since you married Patrick Bateman for years, it wasn't that strange to visit Pierce & Pierce in the middle of the day. Patrick would be so happy to see you there, at the office, yet you didn't want to bother him, and you had your own job to do. But today, your attitude changed, because you wanted to reserve some restaurant in this Friday evening… and Dorsia was the first restaurant you called.

And you dared to call.

Obviously, you heard Patrick complain — curse — about that place a lot, and he admitted that he had never successfully reserved any tables in Dorsia before. But you just called, asked, and got a table.

YES!

You got a table for this Friday evening!

At that motherfucker DORSIA!

You were the most luckiest woman in Manhattan right now! Congratulations!

While strutting through the way to Patrick's office, your appearance captivated his colleagues' attention; your collected footsteps on heels, your expensive black coat and purse, your minimalist jewelry, and the formal, polite shade of pink on your lips were the vivid evidence of elegance and grace.

"Good afternoon," you now stopped in front of your husband's office, greeting the secretary with a soft smile.

"Mrs. Bateman," the young woman immediately recognized you. She stood up from her seat and said: "Mr. Bateman is in his office… Oh—uh—coffee or tea, madame?"

Because you rarely visited Patrick's office, the first person who seemed to be nervous was the young and friendly secretary. You didn't remember her name, yet her blonde hair attracted you; you liked blonde people, so did your husband. However, your ended up with the silly brown-haired man in that office, and your husband ended up with you whose hair was darker than his favorite shade.

You answered the secretary's question, before knocking on Patrick's door.

Patrick could see you through the window and open blinds, but he — at the moment — wasn't in the mood for being excited about your unexpected visit. Of course, he had expected you to visit him like other wives of his colleagues had done.

Yet, today was different.

You opened the door, seeing your husband sinking into his armchair, resting his feet on the wooden desk. His hands placed on his own lap, his ears wearing his favorite Walkman, listening to the romantic song that was so famous three years ago with his usual stressed face.

"Hello," he greeted, still listening to the song.

"Hello—"

"Why do you come here?"

His curtly tone wasn't surprising to you that much. You shut the door and looked at him, beaming, yet he couldn't interpret the reason behind your happiness. "Why do I come here?" you contemplated, heading to his desk, placing your purse on it. "You won't believe the reason why I come here."

"Good news?"

"Absolutely."

Patrick stopped the enchanting song, taking his Walkman off, but still sat, staring at you stonily. He then asked: "You got a promotion?"

"No."

"Your annoying grandma died?"

"No?" You frowned, "but I wish it happened."

"You could reserve a table at Dorsia?"

Damn! It was one of a million reasons you said 'yes' to his proposal in many years ago — he wasn't that foolish!

"YES!!" You suddenly shouted, your hands clapping lightly.

"Excuse me?" The only action he giving you was frowning.

"Listen, honey, I just got a table for us tonight. At that fucking Dorsia!!" You said clearly, nodding to reassure him about the new incident in you two's lives.

You could see excitement through his enchanting hazel eyes. "Seriously?"

"I'm the most serious person in the world!" you said, your hands placing on the edge of the desk. "You and I will go to that damn Dorsia! Together! This evening—!"

Suddenly, the secretary knocked on the door and stepped into Patrick's office; she served a drink for Mrs. Bateman. You said thank you to her, and she left a married couple alone in the room.

When the door shut, Patrick shifted his legs from the desk, standing tall for a brief moment.

"Wow, that's… unexpected," he cleared his throat, resting one of his hands in his pocket. His charming face looked more awkward than surprised.

"Yes, I hadn't expected to get any chairs in that place too," you could feel inexplicable tension as your husband headed to the door, locking it, and hid you two from other prying eyes by bringing blinds down.

"Good," he shifted his gaze to you again, his sigh causing you to know there was something messing with his mind.

"Patrick?"

Your husband didn't reply but casually strode to the coffee table, grabbing sunglasses, today's newspaper, and a pen. He then sat on the white couch, stretching his legs on the velvet surface. He now wore sunglasses — althought he stayed indoors — and focused on the crossword page, writing only two words — meat and bone — in blank spaces.

Why?

"Patrick," you said his name again.

This time he replied: "Yes?"

"What happened?" You took off your black coat, placing it on an armchair, and approached the couch, sitting near his leather shoes. The drink his secretary serving you was forgotten. "Don't you like Dorsia anymore?"

"Yes, I still like that place," he said simply, his attention on the game in that newspaper.

"Why don't you look at me?"

"I'm playing a crossword puzzle."

No, he did not. And you could see that he was so childish right now; when he was mad at someone, especially mad at you, he would write 'meat' or 'bone' in that stupid game.

You asked him again: "What's wrong with you, Patrick?"

"Nothing."

"No," you retorted, and he knew that you knew about muddle in his mind. "You're too quiet regardless of the fact that you had insisted me to visit your office sometimes. I'm here, and I just told you that I got a reservation for us at Dorsia, but you seemed too collected as if I had done something wrong—or you did it yourself."

"I just talked a lot today," he explained briefly and nonchalantly, as if he was too tired for any circumstances.

"Fine," and if Patrick kept acting aloof like this, you could be that kind of wife too. You sighed and turned your attention to a warm drink that was just cold, sipping it to clear the stressed lump in your own throat. You hated when he didn't explain; you always loved listening to his opinions — even if it was absolutely bullshit or a plenty of murder — but he kept being like this right now.

And your husband, your goddamn Mr. Bateman, knew… He knew that you weren't fond of his collected behavior right now. Certainly, a wife and a husband should discuss everything — both good and bad things — if they wanted to maintain their relationship and family.

"Wanna know the truth?" Patrick surrendered to his childish isolation; he stopped writing 'meat' and 'bone' and took off his sunglasses. His hazel eyes looked at your frowning side profile, feeling hurt by his previous reaction. "Wanna know the reason why I acted like that?"

"Of course," you immediately replied, placing a cup on its saucer, and turned your gaze to him. "Say it."

Patrick looked into your determined eyes; he knew he shouldn't mess with you, his dearest wife, the only sanity and insanity in his life.

"Well," he averted, placing his sunglasses, newspaper and pen on the same place he got it, "I met the guy you dated in college in this morning."

"John?" You could remember that guy's name; how could you forget that name, though? "John Cunningham Jr."

"Yeah, John," your beloved husband gritted his teeth, "John — Motherfucker — Cunningham Jr."

"And?"

"And he said you both are each other's first kiss."

It was madness. Firstly, your first date met your second date who became your husband. Secondly, your first date told your husband about the first kiss. Thirdly, how the fuck did they have the conversation about this fucking topic?!

"Yeah," you were so confused, your brows frowned. "Why did he say that?"

"I don't even know why Paul motherfucker Allen mocked me with the fact that he has a tanning bed in his house," Patrick spluttered, "then how could I know the reason why that John motherfucker Cunningham—Jr. said that in front of me?!"

You were speechless, widening your eyes. And he could sense that you were surprised by his sudden explanation, so he swallowed his own disarray into his throat, fidgeting his own tie.

"And—and you both kissed for the first time in the college's library."

Why the heck did John Cunningham Jr. need to explain such a stupid little thing to her husband? "Yeah?" You looked so upset right now.

"And you almost made him lose his virginity there," Patrick tried to say in a low, steady, collected tone, closing eyes to hide the rage that was ablaze through his gleam. "But he was too scared to be caught, making love in public, so he pushed you away."

"Well…" you couldn't believe that your husband would know so much, but it wasn't the thing to hide, so you explained calmly. "Darling, Cunningham wasn't good at kissing, so I needed to be the leader that time."

"Why?!" Patrick suddenly raised his voice, opening his angry eyes. "Why didn't I have a chance to kiss you in the library like that motherfucker experienced?"

"Wait—you asked me out in few months before graduation! How could we kiss in the library?!"

"It's not fair!!" Patrick shifted his feet to the floor, resting his forearms on his own thighs, holding his own hands. "I — your husband — almost cried at that moment when that motherfucker said: Damn, Patrick, you're so lucky, because your wife is a good kisser."

And you heard it; his voice was shaking and unsteady. And you saw it; his eyes were lingered with anger.

"Patrick, I'm your wife right now," you sighed, before shifting closer to him; your palm caressed his cheek, guiding him to turn his attention to you. "Look at me, darling."

"I don't like that guy," he was so vulnerable right now, pulling you close to him, positioning you to sit on his lap, "I want to—I want to suffocate him by—by my bare hands," he muffled in your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"Patrick…"

"I hate that bastard's sneer—I—I don't like when he talked like that in front of me—I wish I could punch that fucking ugly face, but I could not just do it at that moment—fucking business—I—I want to fucking cut that fucking tongue and fucking shove it back to his fucking disgusting throat—that blonde motherfucker—!" Your husband looked up at you, his eyes subtly pleading for your love and compassion. "Baby, am I a good kisser—? No—I mean YES! I know I'm a good kisser—I just—I just—"

Patrick rested his head on your shoulder, still embracing you as if John motherfucker Cunningham Jr. would invade his office and steal you from him. And his tender gesture made your heart melt… He was absurd enough to describe the revenge he would do, but he didn't think about the real action since he had you in his arms.

"You're the greatest kisser in my life, darling," you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, patting his back gently. "Yes, he's my first kiss, but it doesn't mean he's the winner. You, my second kiss, are the one who gives me a thousand kisses, and I always enjoy all of them."

Patrick pulled back, looking at you with affection and subtle hope. You kissed his cheek, calming his nerves and fire in his chaotic mind.

"In fact, that guy was absolutely bad at kissing," you pulled back, looking into your husband's eyes again. "I remember that he just stood still, and I kissed him like a famous whore in our college years. I don't know if he knew how to jerk off or not."

Then, your Mr. Bateman frowned and said: "But you almost stole his virginity there. YOU almost lost your virginity there! So, it meant you enjoyed that?!"

"A bit," you rolled your eyes, shaking your head in a mocking manner. "You knew he was handsome in that time — an attractive blonde-haired guy if I must say — but too naive for me."

"And why can't you kiss me somewhere public like that library?!"

"Where?!"

"I don't know!" Patrick was too childish right now, but you found out that you enjoyed his current mood so much. "Baby, am I good enough for you—? You must say I'm good enough for you."

"Of course you're good enough for me," you rubbed your hands against his cheeks, "I have only you; how could others be better than you? No way!"

"That's right, baby. I'm the best."

"Yes, you are—"

Patrick absorbed your praise by capturing your lips, giving you a kiss that easily took your breath away. With pure affection, your eyes were blurred and shut, your hand touching the back of his head, tangling fingers in his delicate hair. While his big hand held your nape, forcing you to stay still and receiving every adoration he intended to feed you. He was the only one who could get your love and give love to you, and you couldn't think of the day you must live without his kiss or his touch.

Sometimes, your dearest husband was mentally in turmoil, and you became his healer or something familiar to, yet he had many irresistibly tempting moments. The way his mouth overwhelmed your soul passionately; the way his tongue savored your taste hungrily; the way he embraced you as if he wanted to break you piece by piece, or to keep you safe in his shield; all of these ways were too meaningful and erasing every good or bad moment in your life…

He made you forget your first kiss, also he made you wait for the new sensual moment that he was the only one who could provide you with.

"You're the best, Patrick Bateman," you whispered as he let you have some air, but he couldn't stay away from you; his hungry lips pressed against your cheek and jawline, teasing you with light laps, and you were fond of his expression so much. "You make me forget all my past and want to continue looking forward to our future…"

When he shifted his attention back to your lips, you almost gulped and were breathless, sensing his naughty hand crept under your skirt. He loved when you wore black thigh highs, wanting to rip them out and to ruin your elegant facade until you were a slutty mess beneath him.

"Really?" he asked against your mouth, his hot breath pouring onto your blushing face.

"Really," you replied and gave him a gentle kiss, still embracing him tenderly, although his strong arms could crush your entire being. "I love you too much to remember that bad first kiss."

"You like my kisses," his tone became lighthearted again, sounding as arrogant as he always was. He looked into your blurry eyes, smirking smugly. "Am I right, angel?"

"Obviously," you replied.

"I love you," he pecked the tip of your nose, as if he was a boy showing affection to a girl, while his hand played with your thighs so naughtily. "And I want people in this firm know that I'm fucking my wife here."

"Here?"

"Yeah."

"In your office?"

"Yeah," Patrick's cheek leaned and fondled yours, showering you with his own yearning. "That library incident was just a baby activity, you know," he muttered smoothly.

"Fair enough."

"Then fuck me here."

Patrick's tone filled with passion that still had since the first day of your relationship until now, guiding you to lean on the couch, while he tried to stay between your thighs. You couldn't do anything when your husband needed you; he would be so pathetic and needy if you refused to make love to him.

"Baby," he muffled as he kissed your collarbone, his lips brushing against your necklace. "You're amazing."

"I know, darling—"

Yes, you were absolutely amazing.

Because Patrick suddenly recognized the reason why you came to his office. "Wait a minute," your husband pulled back, his body staying above you. "You said you got a table for us in Dorsia?"

"Yes," you chuckled as Patrick seemed to understand what was happening in the world. "Why are you so slow, my dearest?"

"Oh, my fucking Jeez!!"

Patrick pushed himself up, standing on the ground immediately. His hands brushed his own hair, his face blushing, his breath heaving with excitement. You could see how happy and silly he was from the place you lay down.

"It's not Barcadia, right?!"

"No! It's Dorsia!"

"That fucking Dorsia had haunted me forever!"

"I know," you readjusted the top of your clothing, thinking that he must forget about the declaration of your lovemaking. Yet, when you sat on the couch normally, he rushed to you, pushing you to the soft surface, making your hair spreading again. "Patrick—?!"

"You're my angel!"

Your happy husband positioned himself between your thighs again, showering you with eager kisses around your face and neck, and his affection tickled you unintentionally, making you giggle.

"I know, I know—Patrick!"

How could you remember your first kiss when your husband kissed you so good?

And how could you get a reservation at Dorsia?

How?!

Thank you for reading this! I'll check later if I misspelled some words or not. If you enjoy their cheeky talk, you may tell me or check mr & mrs bateman's conversation! Have a nice day 🤍

[honey-on-your-tongue]

superfreak

Clark Kent Kinktober, 2025

Clark Kent masterlist

synopsis: Clark Kent is actually a freak, he's just a little shy.

All of these works contain smut. More detailed content warnings will be provided in each chapter 💛

♡ Day one

[rottunist-deactivated20250312]

small idea ... about dale that i had

sitting under his work bench and keeping his cock warm in your mouth. he's so hard but he's working and and has to finish his task before he can give you attention.

you keep still and occasionally swipe your tongue over the tip of his dick and he closes his eyes for a moment, takes a deep breath and then continues what he was doing before.

once he's finished, he pets your head gently, keeping you still. you're still just holding him in your mouth. he caresses your face and then gently stars to fuck your mouth. his hands in your hair and his hips moving to push himself in further.

[phantom-evil]

[babywraith]

Visual Warnings 𖣠 longlegs / fem!reader

┊ ┊ ⋆˚  Summary: Longlegs takes a special liking to you after you look at him for a little too long.

Not to worry though, Reader has a knife. :)

.・。.・・..・。.・・..・。.・・..・。.

nsfw

19k

4/4 chapters.

Warnings: stalking, eventual smut, mild knifeplay, v. mild blood. 🩸

[deathonmars]

["how to become a doll" google search]

[starlemini]

#real

[evilvvithin]

LONGLEGS osgood perkins, 2024

[starlemini]

𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 - 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙: neighbor!miguel, age gap, strangers to lovers, mutual pinning, some trauma, angst, fluff, eventual romance, eventual smut.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Sofía’s mother behavior is completely inspired by the mother of the movie character Carrie! There will be some mentions about how reader looks, if these descriptions don’t fit you, feel free to disregard them and imagine someone who looks in a way that you like! Although I do wanna mention that I will use the name Sofía instead of Y/N.

Sofía was new to the neighborhood.

She had just finally left her mother’s home and she decided that she was going to move with her father to Nueva York. For some reason, she was expecting that her father’s house looked like a dumpster but she couldn’t be more wrong.

He lived in the outsides of the city, in a rich suburb neighborhood, big bushes and trees surrounding the houses and eerie silence, just some occasional birds chirping.

The cab finally stopped and she realized she was finally in her new home, she quickly got her bags out and stood on the sidewalk looking at the house simply amazed as she heard the car speeding off. She saw the giant house in front of her, the perfect landscape and the expensive cars perfectly parked.

She was trying to calm down her nervousness as she looked down at her bags, carrying them over to the entrance and knocking on the door.

The door was opened by a stunning tall woman. Her hair was blonde and medium length with soft curls on the ends, her lips and nails were painted with a dark red and her eyes were gleaming and almond shaped.

She was wearing a baby blue short dress that showed her neck decorated with a gold necklace and accentuated her small waist. She looked down at Sofía.

“Oh, mio Dio. Sofía cuoricina, is that you?” The woman whispered as her eyes looked up and down at her.

She gulped, feeling her face getting hotter by the second. “Y-yes ma’am. I’m looking for my father, Angelo?” She stuttered as she looked around trying to spot him with her eyes.

The woman squealed and leg out a girly scream. “Gesù Cristo! Oh, carissima, you’re in the right place, come on in! Angelo! Guess who’s here!” She screamed as she pulled her Sophie inside the house happily and helped her with her bags.

“I’ve heard so much about you! I’m Gia, your father’s wife.” She said excitedly as she hugged her with a big smile. “He should be getting down any minute now honey, we’ve been waiting so much for you.”

That was her first day there.

It was a beautiful sunny afternoon, Sofía was in the kitchen doing some dishes while she hummed a song. It has been so long since the last time she ever felt somewhat… serene.

Although Gia was the sweetest and her father was amazing, she couldn’t help but feel guilty, she had left her mother’s home. Soon she felt that familiar sensation of worry and uneasiness, she started breathing faster as her thoughts started to overwhelm her in form of her mother’s haunting voice.

“They will eat you alive, child. Your father is a sinful man, he can smell the sins in you that’s why he wants to take you away from me. Oh, lord have mercy and save my little girl. I will not let him come for you, I will not let him ruin you any-“

“Cuoricina?” Gia said. “Guests will be arriving soon, go upstairs and take a shower, maybe you can wear some of the clothes we bought?” She asked softly as she caressed her shoulder.

Sofía trembled softly as she nodded and turned off the water, heading to her bedroom.

Once the guests arrived, she started to feel slightly anxious, she was not used to so many people around her at all. Sofía decided that it’d be a good idea to help hand out drinks or snacks as her father and Gia mingled with their friends. As soon as she noticed everyone with a drink or snack in their hand, she decided it was her time to rest a little.

She headed to the back of the garden as the party was in the front yard. It was nice, she could barely hear the music and people’s laughter. She took off her shoes and she sat on the edge of the pool, carefully placing her feet in the water.

She looked up at the sky and saw the sparkling stars and big full moon, a soft breeze in the air and the smell of leaves.

She turned her head as she heard some heavy footsteps behind her, finding a giant man wearing a white button up shirt showing some of his chest, some black dress pants and some clearly expensive shoes.

He had cinnamon tanned skin, his hair was somewhat long and his eyes were big and brown. He was wearing fine jewelry, a necklace with a cross and a big watch on his wrist, both golden. He was holding an old fashioned glass filled with some amber liquid with ice, his lips held a cigarette.

He was definitely the most handsome man she has laid her eyes on.

He looked at her curiously as he took a long drag from his cigarette. “You’re Angelo’s little girl?” He asked with a thick accent as smoke went out his mouth. Sofía nodded, he hummed. “I expected a kid, how old are you?” “I just turned 20.” He hummed again, as she dragged a nearby chair.

Sofía gulped as she looked down at her feet in the water. She could see what he was doing with the corner of her eye, he sat down and placed his glass down beside him, his giant legs spread wide, placing his cigarette on his lips again.

“What’s your name?” He said. “I’m Sofía.” He hummed, she could feel his eyes staring deeply at her. “I’m Miguel, Miguel O’Hara.” She turned back to see him to find he has staring at her, she felt her face getting hot and she looked down focusing her sight on his glass mindlessly.

“You drink?” He asked after a few seconds of silence, she shook her head quickly. “You wanna try?” He asked with a grin, she tried saying something back but he answered first. “Come on, I’ll give you some.” He said as he beckoned her towards him.

She gulped as she took her feet out the water and crawled his way, sitting in front of him. He smiled down at her, reaching his arm down to grab the glass and placed it on her lips, she sipped the liquid carefully and swallowed, her face immediately grimaced in disgust.

He laughed. “No good?” She shook her head as she felt a strong burning sensation on her throat and sliding down her chest. “It feels like fire.” She said, she heard him laugh louder this time and saw him taking the glass to his lips again, placing his lips over the mark of her lip gloss on the glass, his look even stronger on her this time.

“Sofía!” She heard Gia call from the kitchen, she quickly stood up and grabbed her shoes, almost running when she felt a strong cold hand grab her wrist, Miguel quickly stood up towering her, throwing the cigarette out his mouth, stepping on it with his shoe. “I’ll be seeing you, Sofi.” He whispered as she smirked softly, his thumb softly caressing her skin, Sofía gulped and nodded, flinching as she took off running hearing her named be called again.

She will be see in him, more often than she thought.

[sevikastrapjuice]

Husband Miguel O'hara! Who is the type to watch makeup and hairstyle tutorials on YouTube to practice them on you! His pretty little muñequita. He gets all excited when you gets a chance to show you how much he has improved.

Husband Miguel O'hara! Who always comes home with food from your favorite enchiladas/tapas restaurant. He always makes sure to text you beforehand, just to make sure you already made dinner.

Husband Miguel O'hara! Who hides love notes all around the house for you to find them. Some of them you find in the bathroom and others, you find them on your pillow, makeup bag, even inside your favorite box of cereals.

Husband Miguel O'hara! He's always worshipping your body, because to him, you're the most breathtaking woman to ever step foot in earth. "Your body is so goddess like, cariño"; "Let me show you how much of a lover I can be, worshipping the entire you"; "Corazón, you got me on my knees just by looking at your body"...

Husband Miguel O'hara! Who falls deeper in love with you as you show interest in his culture and learning spanish. Waking up to you calling him "mi amor"; "bombón"; "papito"; "mi tesoro"...makes him lose his focus and want to start the day ravishing you right there and then.

Husband Miguel O'hara! Who has a dream of getting you pregnant. He dreams of seeing that pretty tummy of yours grow bigger as the baby grows strong and healthy inside your beautiful body.

[mybvalentine]

“miguelll stop moving!” you whine annoyingly as you attempt to pluck miguel’s eyebrows, his flinches making you anxious, feeling like you’re about to accidentally rip his skin off. “im trying mi amor, feels like you’re trying to kill me with that thing” he jokes, furrowing his eyebrows slightly from the stinging.

your straddling him as he’s laid down, hovering over him as you carefully clean up his eyebrows. miguel thinks its cute how serious and concentrated you look, a smile creeping up on his face.

he admires you as you do them, making it extremely obvious as you try to ignore his eyes on you, but he simply doesn’t stop.

“you’re making me nervous miggyyy” you giggle softly, getting shy from how intense his gaze is. “what do you mean baby, i can’t even look at my beautiful girl no more?” he chuckles, stroking your hips. “mm you can, but not now. ‘m trying to focus” you sass, “close your eyes instead, it’ll help you relax better ‘nd you wont feel the pain as much”

“mami, mirando esa carita me va relajar mucho más” he smiles cheesily, looking at you. you roll your eyes with a grin, “you’re sooo annoying” he chuckles, biting his lip. “y tú eres preciosa bebé”

you groan irritatedly with a shy smile, continuing with the tweezers. you brush his eyebrows once in a while with a spoolie, making sure they’re looking good.

“you have beautiful eyebrows baby” you murmur, “can’t believe your finally letting me do them”.

he chuckles softly, “hopefully they don’t look weird after, you know i’ve never dared to touch them”. you giggle, “i’ll do you right baby, don’t worry”

“oh i know, i mean look at yours. dios mío” he whistles with a smirk. you laugh, getting flustered from his praise. “i try” you say amusingly with a grin.

you precisely pick the hairs surrounding his thick precious brows, trying your best not to thin them out but rather polish them up. his face manages to stay relaxed beneath you, blinking as you continue your magic.

his crimson eyes follow your natural features; memorizing every curve, line, and mark on your beautiful face, taking advantage of the intimate moment. your eyes catch his once again, meeting his tender gaze. beaming with an affectionate smile, you plant a kiss on his cheek, watching his face illuminate from your soft lips on his skin.

he gazes up at you lovingly with a twinkle in his eye, how could he be so lucky.

[mybvalentine]

period comfort with miguel

“hola princesa, como te sientes?” miguel asks softly as he walks into the bedroom, a bag hanging from his arm and a matcha latte in his hand, shutting the door behind him.

“not great” you murmur as you lay in bed with tired eyes, aching from your cramps as you hold a heating pad to your lower stomach in an attempt to soothe the pain.

“i’m sorry baby” he coos, with a slight frown, placing the bag on the floor as he sits at the edge of the bed beside you.

“i got you a matcha” he murmurs placing the cup on the nightstand, “thought it’d make you feel better” he smiles. “thank you” you smile weakily.

he gives you a concerned look, “have you taken some painkillers or something?” he asks petting your head. “mhm” you hum, “just a couple minutes ago”

“that’s good, just have to wait a bit then” he strokes your cheek lightly in an attempt to comfort you through your pain, flashing a soft empathic smile.

“te trae unas cositas de la tienda” he says, placing the bag on the bed as he scavenges through it. he shows you each item from his grocery haul; “got you some more pads, tampons, ibuprofen, your favourite chips…” he paused with a cheek smile, “and look” he says, pulling out 2 hello kitty plushies from the bag, one hawaii themed and the other strawberry. 

“miguelll awww” you say giggle with a smile, reaching your hands out for them. “i saw these and i knew you’d love them so,” he chuckles, handing them towards you, “here, mi amor”

you chuckle, examining both of the stuffies, “they’re so cute” you say softly, smiling as you place them beside you on the bed. “thank you my love” you say sweetly, leaning over and hugging him by wrapping your arms around his neck. he rubs your back letting out a soft chuckle, his heart full from your appreciation. “de nada preciosa” he says sincerely, kissing your cheek. “you like em?”

“of course, i love them” you smile at him, planting a kiss on his cheek. he grins ear to ear from your affection. “mi bebé, te quiero” he coos, stroking your chin as you look up at him against his shoulder. he plants a kiss on your nose, making you grin.

“so you need anything else? maybe something to eat? te puedo hacer una sopita de fideos” he says attentively, knowing you haven’t had much to eat. “mhm, that’d be nice” you smile looking up at him.

“okay, ya te la hago” he says, planting a kiss on your nose.

he lets go of your embrace, getting up and placing the bag on the nightstand, “gonna leave this here incase you need any of it”

“thank you baby” you smile, slumping back down into your pillow. he smiles back, “no problem mi vida, i’ll be back ‘kay?” he says, walking towards the door. “por ahorita descansa, mi amor”

[adhighdefinition]

somebody: so what do u like to do for fun? :)

me, very used to being mocked for my interests: ha ha, i dunno, i don’t do anything. Ever

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Babies! Assemble

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: On a mission involving time travel, as if they haven’t learned at all that it’s dangerous, the Avengers get turned into babies. Including your boyfriend.

Warnings: BABY. AVENGERS. so cute. 🥰

Inspired by this post. Also, this is how I imagine them to sound so please watch so you can hear their cute wittle voices as you read 🥺 Steve is the white one, Nat is the pink one, Thor is the purple one, Clint is the green one, and Bucky is the orange one.

Artwork found on Pinterest. Credit to artist.

You told them not to do it. You told them goddamn it. Did they listen? Nope.

“It’s safe!” Bruce said.

“We’ve done it before!” Scott said.

Oh yeah. Definitely safe. No one got hurt, but now your teammates and your boyfriend were babies. At some point on their way back, a glitch occurred that sent their bodies back in time before the machine spit them out on to the hangar. It was a sight to see. Anxious, confused, and crying baby Avengers.

“What..the fuck.” You mumbled.

“Does anyone have snacks?” A tiny yet gruff voice asked nonchalantly.

Chubby baby Thor.

He was clad in a little red cape and onsie. In his hands were smaller, safer (thank God) toy versions of stormbreaker and mjolnir.

“You ate all of them already!” An all green baby that was significantly larger than the rest growled.

Bruce.

Great, one of the only people that could fix this was a fucking baby.

“Pepper! Rhodey!” You called out in panic.

Thank God they stayed. This would have been even more of a disaster if you were alone. Upon hearing your voice, the babies snapped their heads towards you. Their eyes big and wide with wonder. A blond baby boy with the biggest blue eyes began to cry hysterically as he crawled as fast as his little limps could take him to you.

Steve. Your boyfriend.

Your heart swelled. Even as a baby he was still a sweetheart.

“Okay, okay,” You cooed, picking him up and snuggling him into your arms. “It’s okay, Stevie. It’s okay,”

He nuzzled his face into your chest as he sniffled.

“Don’t wike it,” Baby Steve choked out.

You aw’ed before kissing his cheek.

“You’re so cute oh my god,” You whispered to yourself before snapping out of it to comfort the little boy in your arms.

“I know, baby. It’s over now. Your home.” You assured smiling down at him.

You felt a tug at the bottom of your pants. Looking down, a chestnut shaggy haired boy with grey eyes stared anxiously at you. The black pacifier in his mouth moved up and down quickly as he nervously suckled on it. He lifted a chubby finger and pointed up at Steve.

This was definitely Bucky.

“He’s okay,” You whispered, kneeling down so he could see for himself. “See! He was just scared!”

Baby Bucky began to pat Baby Steve’s head soothingly. He took out his pacifier.

“Okay?” He questioned adorably.

Baby Steve nodded and scrubbed his tears away.

“Okay,” He muttered.

They both looked at each other and smiled before giggling.

Plonk!

A red and dark grey ball was thrown at Baby Bucky’s head. A loud giggle sounded off from a baby with wings attached to him.

Sam.

“Hey!” You scolded. “Play nice!”

Before you knew it, Bucky had picked up the ball and threw it back at Sam ten times harder with his metal arm.

“Jesus Christ!” You shrieked, scooping Bucky up in the opposite arm.

Steve laughed and held his chubby hand up for a high five.

“No, Steve. No high five. That wasn’t nice.” You said sternly, turning to Sam.

“Don’t do that again.” You warned.

He huffed and plopped down on to the floor.

“You need help, Y/N- Ohhhh shit.” Rhodey cursed at the sight of the babies. Pepper was hot on his trail.

“Shit!” Baby Tony exclaimed.

An even littler Baby Peter clapped his hands.

“Shit!” He copied.

“Oh my god!” Pepper breathed, her eyes wide.

Tony shot her a gummy smile.

“Pep! Pep!” He cheered, bouncing on his diaper clad butt.

“How did this..” Pepper trailed off, picking up Baby Tony and inspecting him as he made grabby hands at her.

“I’m assuming there was a glitch in their suits. No diagnosis yet.” You concluded.

“Are they all back?” Rhodey inquired.

You sighed and turned on your inner preschool teacher.

“Lets play a game! When I call your name, come here okay!” You proclaimed in an excited tone.

The babies all smiled and cheered.

“Natasha, come here honey,” You cooed.

The baby redhead determinedly stood up on her wobbly legs and walked to you steadily.

“Is there somewhere we can put them for the mean time?” You asked desperately.

Pepper nodded.

“I have one of Morgan’s old play pens in storage. I can set it up and but them in there while we get a room ready.”

“I got it.” Rhodey offered, going off to find it.

“I have Steve, Bucky, and Nat.” You informed.

“Alright, Clint buddy! C’mon!”

And so forth until you corralled all of the tots up in one place. They were all back and perfectly in unharmed. You watched them with Rhodey as Pepper began setting up a baby proof room.

“We need to get Lang.” Rhodey sighed frustratedly as Tony aggressively yanked his shirt. “Man, stop!”

He shot his friend a mischievous smile before making his way back to the pen and joining his teammates for a nap. Baby Natasha was almost asleep on your lap. Her small hands wandered curiously through your hair and face.

“Pretty,” She mumbled sleepily.

You smiled.

“But they’re so cute, Rhodes,” You awed.

A fart way too loud for a baby could be heard.

“Ew,” Baby Wanda whined, shoving Baby Clint away from her.

“Alright nevermind. Call Lang.” You groaned.

Pepper entered the room and clasped her hands together.

“Room’s all baby proofed and I’ve got a whole bunch of baby clothes and supplies coming in an hour. We should get them bathed and fed until Scott shows up.” Pepper informed.

You nodded.

“How are we going to do this?”

And that’s how you ended up with a bath tub full of baby Avengers.

Bucky and Steve were easy. They sat off to the side calmly scrubbing each others hair and playing wity their bath toys. Wanda and Natasha did the same on the opposite end of the tub. Clint was behind her tugging her hair for attention. Thor and Bruce were rambunctious as ever. The pair roared and screamed as they splashed each other with water. Sam and Tony watched in amusement and cheered them on loudly. When Pepper began washing Tony, you swear to god the baby Stark winked at her. You were both slightly disturbed and humored at the same time. Once the clothes arrived, Peter was the first one dressed. The youngest of the bunch had a long day and was sleepier than ever. You and Pepper dressed them in an assembly line fashion. When everyone was done, Steve had managed to crawl on to your lap for some snuggles. Pepper laughed in adoration at his behavior.

“Yours is so sweet, mine’s a heathen.” She commented.

You squished Steve’s cherub cheeks as he smiled up at you in astonishment.

“He’s always been a little softie, huh honey?” You whispered.

He giggled and wrapped his little arms around your neck, hugging you.

“Cuddle,” He said softly.

“Cuddles.” You agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“Who’s hungry, kids?!” Pepper called.

“Me!” They all answered.

“SUSTENANCE!” Thor war cried, taking off to the kitchen.

You turned to Pepper with an exhausted look on your face. “This isn’t going to get easier, is it?”

She rubbed her temples.

“Not as long as there’s ten of them,”

All ten of the tots sat impatiently at the table as you, Pepper, and Rhodey plated food and filled sippy cups as fast as you could. While the rest could eat solids, Peter would only be able to consum formula much to his dismay. They calmed down as soon as a plate of mac and cheese, mixed veggies, and mini french fries was placed in front of them. Steve being the cutie he was, mumbled a shy ‘thank you’ before forcing the others to do the same.

“Thanks, toots,” Tony flirted at Pepper, his chubby cheeks covered in cheese.

“This is insane.” Pepper muttered, wiping her husband’s face. “I kind of feel like nothing has changed. I take care of him anyways.”

You giggled and watched the babies as they ate.

Thor was content with the food, picking a couple bites off of Bruce’s plate.

Peter watched Tony eat in envy while he sipped his bottle. Wanda and Natasha ate delicately like the little ladies they were. Sam and Clint took turns dumping their veggies on to each other’s plates, earning a stern look from Pepper. Bucky scarfed down his food so quick it gave you a whiplash. Crumbs and cheese surround his little mouth. Steve looked at him curiously before scooting his plate closer to him.

“More?” He offered.

Bucky immediately scarfed down Steve’s fries and veggies.

“Jesus, Bucky, calm down or you’re going to choke sweetie,” You said, wiping his mouth and patting his back.

“Careful, Buckyyy!” Natasha sing songed.

“Shut up,” Bucky shot back.

“Not nice, James.” You warned.

He put his head down in shame, a little pout on his face.

“Sorry, Tasha,” He mumbled.

You ruffled his hair and kissed his cheek.

“Good boy,” You cooed.

“Hey!” Steve whined jealously pulling you away from his best friend by the hem of your shirt. He spent the rest of his time eating while holding your hand tightly.

When you offered the kids desert, the same thing happened. Steve and Bucky shared and Peter threw a huge tantrum because Tony finished it all.

“Okay! Okay! Okay! I’m here! What happened?!” Scott Lang screamed in panic as he barged into the room loudly.

The babies were startled and Scott stared at the sight completely stunned, both completely silent. Peter then began to cry loudly.

“Great going, Lang.” Rhodey grumbled, picking up Peter and rocking him soothingly.

“Holy cow! They’re really..babies!” He guaffed.

“We need to reverse this as soon as we can, Scott. We can’t be single mother’s of ten forever.” You spoke urgently.

He scoffed. “You’re not single mothers when you have..oh right, they’re babies.”

Rhodey shook his head.

“Unbelievable.” He remarked. “Put them in the pen, lets see what we can do.”

So far, everything was running smoothly. The babies were occupied in their pen with an abundance of toys as you four worked diligently; inspecting their suits, tracing their timeline, a bunch of quantum realm shit that you wish Tony were here to help with. I mean, he was here. As a baby. Flirting with Pepper. This was still so weird. You periodically glanced back at them to make sure everyone was alright. You held back your giggles at the sight of Baby Clint bent over picking up toys while Baby Nat stared at his little diaper booty with interest. Your focus was back on to the computer in front of you until you heard a loud clutter.

“You’re m-my m-mission!” Baby Bucky grunted as he held Baby Steve down on the floor.

“Owie, Bucky! Stop it!” Steve cried, pushing his friend off of him who landed on the floor with an adorable ‘oof’ and a blank expression on his face.

“I dunno the rest,” He mumbled.

“You know what I do know?!” Baby Tony declared. “That Y/N is the most beautiful mademoiselle-“

“Don’t talk about her!” Steve angrily roared loudly, throwing his shield plushie at Tony so hard it made him fall over.

“What did he do?” Baby Wanda gasped quietly.

“How can he even say that word when he’s like...three years old?” Scott asked in wonder.

“Steve! Take this one!” Baby Thor screamed, tossing him plushie mjolnir.

Steve immediately waved it around before charging at Tony and hitting him with it.

“Is that really what matters right now?!” You screeched.

“Ah! Steve! What th- stop it!” Tony yelped in between blows.

“My Y/N!” Steve’s little voice attempted to snarl. It was like watching a puppy try to howl.

“Still protective I see,” Rhodey commented.

You rushed to the boys and separated them, scooping the baby version of your boyfriend into your arms.

“That’s not okay!” You chided to the both of them.

Steve arranged himself in your arms comfortably before popping in his Captain America pacifier and glaring at Tony.

“You, don’t egg him on. And you, no hitting.”

Despite you scolding him the tiny blond continued to beam at you with googly eyes.

“Stevie, I’m serious. Say sorry to each other, boys.” You warned.

Tony sight before begrudgingly mumbling out an apology. He still hated being wrong. Steve popped out his pacifier, smugly apologized, then popped it back in and began to cuddle himself in your arms.

You exhaled calmly.

“That’s that. I’m going to put you back now, oka-“

“Nuh huh!” Steve whined in distaste as he clung on to you tighter.

“I have to work on turning you guys back into your normal selves, bubba.” You attempted to reason.

Steve shrugged and closed his eyes, his tiny hand gripping your finger as he drifted off to sleep.

“Kids are something else,” You muttered, carefully sitting yourself back down onto your desk chair.

You smiled at the baby boy in your arms lovingly and began to work.

You don’t remember falling asleep. All you could recall was someone scooping up your drowsy form after removing the baby blond from your arms and moving you to the couch. You could hear him whining and squirming around.

“She has to sleep, Steve. She’s worked really hard.” Pepper spoke soothingly.

His big azure eyes widened before they began to water.

“I-Is she o-okay?” He whimpered worriedly.

“Oh, sweetie. She’s perfectly fine, she just needs a nap the same way you need to nap,” Pepper assured, wiping his watery cheeks.

“Y/N will be really proud of you if you go to sleep with the rest of your friends, can you do that for her?”

Steve quickly nodded.

It took all the strength Virginia Potts could manage to not squish him in utter adoration. Steve had always been a gentleman, but Baby Steve was so much sweeter. She carried him to the baby room before placing him down right next to his best friend and tucking him in.

“Where were you?” Natasha sleepily inquired, her little voice laced with sleep.

“With Y/N, who else?” Tony mocked. “Wanna tuck me in again, sweetcheeks?”

“Why does he get to stay up?” Clint complained.

“Not fair.” Sam pouted.

“Everyone go back to sleep.” Pepper ordered.

“Night night, friends,” Bruce yawned.

“Nighty,” Wanda sighed cutely.

“Bucky, scoot over!”

“I can’t! Tasha’s on me!”

“Am not! Oh, oopsie!”

“I’m HUNGRY!”

“When are you not?!”

“Give me my toy back!”

“It’s not YOURS it’s MINE!”

“No, it’s NOT!”

“Shut up!”

“Shhh! Language!”

Was all you could hear from the outside of their room. A full nights worth of rest resulted in the babies energy to spike significantly. It was bright and early, six in the morning to be precise, and they were bouncing around their giant shared crib already. You opened the door and drew the curtains back, allowing the sun to illuminate the room.

“Good morning, babies!”

“Morning!”

“Hi!”

“HUNGRY!”

You laughed instantly.

“Alright, alright! Relax! Lets get you guys changed, then we can all have some breakfast,”

You and Pepper deserved a raise. The two of you changed ten babies’ diapers and clothes and managed to calmly herd them into the living room while you made breakfast. While you cooked, sneaky little Natasha had managed to crawl over the play pen and wander off to the kitchen with you. The Black Widow can never be stopped, even if she’s a two year old. Or three. Their age really didn’t matter.

“What’s that?” She asked curiously as she hugged your legs.

“Pancakes.” You answered.

The itty bitty redhead gasped and waddled away quickly, returning seconds later with Wanda.

You gasped in disbelief.

“How did you get your sister out, little miss?”

The girls giggled before turning to you.

“Are they good?” Wanda asked shyly.

“How about you try one before everyone else gets to,” You whispered secretly, flipping over two tiny pancakes and handing them over when they were cool enough.

They studied the pastry before taking a small bite and letting out an over zealous ‘mmmm’. You watched them in amusement. Natasha and Wanda had eaten pancakes more times than you could count. Seeing their baby selves react to them so foreignly was an ironic, humorous sight.

“Can we have more, please?!”

“Yeah, please!”

They both begged with their best puppy dog expressions.

You shook your head.

“Breakfast is almost ready, you both can eat with your brothers all together.”

“Okay,” They sighed dramatically in unison.

You blinked at them before rolling your eyes.

“Fine. One more. But no more after that!”

They cheered in victory before hanging on to your leg while you cooked up two more pancakes.

The conclusion of breakfast meant the beginning of more work. There were just enough leads to give you hope, but not enough to solve your dilemma. You downed cup after cup of coffee like they were shots. In your state of focus, you hadn’t noticed your tiny boyfriend watching you curiously from the play pen. His infatuation with you only grew every second he was with you. It warmed your heart in a way you couldn’t describe to know that no matter what state Steve was in, you were always the apple of his eye. Rhodey picked up your empty mug before filling it up, making his way to the play pen, and scooping Steve out.

“You wanna make her day, pal?” Rhodey asked.

Steve nodded so quickly you would think his little head was about to fall off, causing the older man to raise his eyebrows.

“You’re whipped in every single degree possible, bro. Even baby you is bending over backwards for your girl,” Rhodey joked.

“My girl,” Steve repeated, a gummy smile on his face.

Rhodey laughed before carefully placing your mug in his tiny hands and adjusting them securely.

“Go bring that to her, it’ll make her happy. Slow, buddy! Be careful, you don’t wanna spill!”

“I can do this all day,” Baby Steve huffed determinedly. His eyebrows furrowed as he intensively focused on not spilling.

When he reached your desk, he lifted the mug proudly with a giddy ‘here you go!’. Your actually uwu’ed.

“Thank you, honeybun! You are so sweet,” You cooed, taking the mug from him before covering his face in kisses while he squealed.

“Pepper doesn’t give me kissies like that,” You heard Tony muttered.

“You’re a three year old trying to flirt like you’re grown,” Rhodey snarked.

“What can I say? I have an old soul.” Tony shrugged.

“Ima smack the soul outta you,” Rhodey groaned.

“C-can I stay with you?” Steve asked shyly, shuffing his small fuzzy sock clad feet.

“Of course, handsome,” You cooed, placing him on your lap yet again.

The baby boy stared at your hands as they typed swiftly away on the keyboard. At some point, he rested his head against your arm and fell into slumber.

“That’s so cute!” Scott whispered loudly. “Anyways, I think I have plan. Get them on the hangar.”

Let this be a lesson learned; do not wake kids up in the middle of their nap. They will scream, cry, and throw themselves on the ground repeatedly. Just as your toddlers are doing so now. The two baby girls were babbling nonsense in Sovokian and Russian. Bruce has come close to losing his shit about ten times. Sam and Bucky were shoving each other back and forth claiming they were in each other’s ‘bubble’. Tony had a sassy remark for everything and you were close to committing child abuse. Clint, God bless Clint, was dosing off every five seconds and has fallen over a dozen of times. Thor was grumpier than ever because he didn’t get his post nap time snack, causing lightning and thunder to boom chaotically through the sky. Peter was crying so loudly you were about to start crying yourself. And Steve. Sweet baby angel Steve. Yeah, he’s lost his shit too. That’s how you all knew you fucked up.

“Okay everyone! Stay put!” Scott ordered.

“NO!” Steve yelled. “I WANNA KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON!”

“YEAH!”

“Oh my fucking-just please, get them back.” You begged.

“What? Was baby paradise cut short?” Rhodey mocked.

“They’re a nightmare,” You muttered.

Scott began to flip a couple switches on the power box. The buzz of the hangar filled the room.

“Commencing ‘bring back the normal Avengers’ in 3, 2, 1.”

A large zap of electricity whizzed through the air.

“Returning in 5, 4, 3, 2,1.”

With a boom, your normal teammates were dropped upon the hangar. No one said a word. Everyone just stared at each other blankly before breaking out into an argument.

“You bludgeoned me with his hammer!” “You were flirting with my girl!” “Why the fuck did you throw that ball at me, you dumb ass pigeon?” “You threw it back at me so much harder, what the fuck!” “You farted on me!” “Sorry! Babies are gassy!” “Parker wouldn’t stop fucking crying!” “Hey Y/N can you make us pancakes?!”

“I’m going to bed,” You grumbled.

Steve had joined you shortly, wrapping his thick arms around you tightly.

“You did good, honey,” He praised. “It’s not easy taking care of ten babies,”

You tiredy nuzzled your face into his chest, your eyes heavy and stinging with fatigue.

“I don’t know how I did it. You were really needy.” You sighed.

The man behind you chuckled and placed a trail of kisses fron your ears to your cheeks and to your lips. “I’m always needy when it comes to you.”

“You’d make a good little mama.” He said shyly. His hands found their way to your hips. A small, timid smile etched on to his handsome face as he stared down at you with sparkles in his eyes.

“Maybe we can have one. What do ya say, doll?”

Never in a million years did you think you’d have to take care of your teammates because they were turned into children. Never in a million years did you think the ending would turn out like this.

“Maybe we can, Captain.”

[thesoftdumbass]

“I can’t talk right now, I’m doin hot girl shit”

*reads fanfiction for 3 hours*

*daydreams about my favorite characters and actors*

*takes a nap*

[awkwardlittlecat]

Some things never change...