Summary: You’ve always been excellent and following the rules. So when the three of you are invited to the avengers Christmas party, this is the time that will test if you really do know the rules like you think you do.
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some filthy stories to get us through december, all x f!reader & with no warnings, except maybe the obvious ones like kenjaku and naoya being their own red flags; • on ao3
Summary: You’ve always been excellent and following the rules. So when the three of you are invited to the avengers Christmas party, this is the time that will test if you really do know the rules like you think you do.
Content Warnings: 18+ 24/7 BDSM dynamic, Power imbalance, D/s relationship (consensual, negotiated), Rules, discipline, and corrective behaviour, Implied punishment, discipline, Non-consensual touching by a third party (addressed, stopped, and condemned in-text), Alcohol consumption, Emotional vulnerability, Overwhelm, Anxiety, Sensory overload, Possessive & protective behaviour, Use of honorifics (Mama, Mommy).
Word Count: 4.8k
Reading Time: 24 Minutes
Authors Note: First Kinkmas. No explicit scenes, but the themes and dynamics are intentionally kink-focused. I hope you enjoy! 🪢
The car pulled up just outside the large building, full of lights and the sound of Christmas music and the continuous chatter of people inside. You were currently sat between Wanda and Natasha, your thumb rubbing over the small silver bracelet around your wrist. It had your name engraved into the rose gold plate, seemingly like just another bracelet to everyone else, but the truth was, to the three of you it said only one thing. You were theirs in every way that mattered and that was needed.
The dress you were wearing was one that Wanda and Natasha had picked out for you. Now the hem of it was laying softly at the bottom of your thighs. Not too short, not too long, material that wasn’t scratchy. Despite this knowledge, you had been a little nervous about it when they showed you the dress—it was red and sequined all over, but underneath was more of a cotton-silk-like material. The two of them always knew what you could and couldn’t manage, usually before even you did. They both knew how you always ended up in meltdowns when you tried to push yourself through, and they would do everything they could to stop you from getting to that point—you truly did put all your faith in them.
That was partly why they enforced so many rules; you needed it. You wanted it.
When you entered into the 24/7 dynamic with them, it hadn’t even been their idea; it had been yours. You needed it more than what you were getting from your weekly scenes. You needed so much more. You weren’t really sure of what, but you just knew you needed something more. It had terrified you, the not knowing part of it—but once you all figured out what that 'more' was, they gave it to you, without question.
You wanted more structure.
More presence.
More care.
They gave it to you, in every sense of the word.
It took time to get into a steady rhythm with the new way in which you all did things, the new rules, especially with how strict they were—more Nat than Wanda, but they were still both firm—but you liked that. You needed that. It made you feel safe and comforted and protected in a way you hadn’t felt before.
It had been months now since the changes to your dynamic was implemented, and you knew the rules like the back of hand.
Tonight though, this was the first outing with these rules in place. They were going to be testing you for every single second, and you knew it.
The air in the car felt thick with anticipation of what was to come and what was expected from you.
Your eyes flickered up to the rearview mirror, almost looking directly at Wanda and Nat, but very quickly darting away again. They were watching you with an intensity you often saw, but tonight, the stakes were higher. Everyone was going to be there, Steve, Tony, Kate, Yelena, Maria, Peppa, Thor, gods, everyone was going to be there and you were already feeling overwhelmed.
Nat saw it.
So did Wanda.
“Yellow.” You whispered aloud for both of them to hear your soft voice.
Natasha’s fingers immediately slipped under your chin, moving your head slowly towards her, eyes now wide open and watching Nat’s face. “Good girl.” She murmured with a proud smile on her lips, “Remember, as long as you follow the rules, you’re safe. As long as you listen to me and Mommy, you will be okay, I promise. Nothing bad will happen.”
You weren't sure if you fully believed her right now, but then you felt Wanda's fingers replace Natasha's under your chin, and she softly guided you to meet her eyes “stay close to us. And if it gets too much, we will leave.”
Natasha's hand pulled your dress down just a little more. “Rules, sweetheart?”
The lump in your throat stuck to you in a way you hadn’t expected—your heart suddenly in every place but where it should be. You knew you were required to go over the rules before you even left the car, but how much detail they wanted was unclear. You took a breath, nodding, Wanda’s fingers leaving your chin as you found yourself looking out the front window of the car. You saw Kate and Yelena holding hands, giggling and skipping into the lit-up event.
“Okay, rules. Umm, eyes up when addressed,” you finally say.
“That's right. You look at whoever is speaking unless the command is otherwise.” Nat twisted her own ring around her finger, a nervous habit, despite her cool, calm exterior.
You went onto the next rules quickly, going through each one with your own precision. “Answer immediately when given a direct order or question. No hiding my face when I get flustered; hands stay where you can see them, even if I’m across the room.” And although you didn’t know it now, the last one would be the most important later on.
“Good girl. We love it when you blush, but that doesn’t mean you get to hide it.” Wanda leaned in giving your cheek a kiss and instantly making you red; it had the desired effect.
The rules weren’t just important to them but to you as well. You needed them. You had asked for them. And they were there to keep you safe.
The next rule was, you do not apologise unnecessarily. Stay in the middle of them at all times. No more than two alcoholic drinks; if Natasha takes your drink away, you do not pout; if Wanda gives you a sip of her wine, you take it. No wandering off without telling them; they like to see you, and if they can’t, that will set off all the alarm bells.
It wasn’t about restrictions.
It was reassurance.
It wasn’t that they didn’t trust you—it was others they didn’t trust, and when it came to you, they were protective, very protective. They needed to know you were safe. You were someone who trusted too easily, and they knew that, and it was something that had often gotten you into trouble all your life.
One of the biggest rules they had for you was no flirting with anyone else, because you smile so sweetly, and when overwhelmed, you laugh a little too loud, which has sometimes been misconstrued as flirting.
“Also I obey your silent commands,” you whisper with a grin on your face—maybe you enjoyed this, maybe this was something you had wanted for longer than even you knew.
“Good girl.” Wanda tucked your hair behind your ear, a loose strand that had fallen from your bun that Wanda herself had put up for you. “Tell us what the silent commands are. Mama's first.” Wanda pressed another kiss to the crown of your head, almost making you melt into a puddle between them.
You could hear the click of Jennifer's fingers on her phone; she was the driver, sitting waiting patiently for you all to be ready. She knew your dynamic, and you were sure it went right over her head most of the time.
“Umm, okay,” you began. “If Mama taps my hip twice, I move closer; if she presses two fingers on my lower back, I stand still.” You swallowed hard, fingers gently skating over the sequins of your dress. “If she tilts my chin even slightly, I look at her immediately.” You carried on, going over the last three, which were the following…when Nat's fingers slide onto your wrist, you stop talking without question, tap on the side of your shoulder, and put your hands behind your back, and lastly, one hand gripping you around your waist means that you follow her immediately.
“That’s right, no questions, okay?” Nat sighed, fingers gripping your knee as you nodded. “You can ask us when we’re home but not before.”
You bit your lower lip ever so slightly, waiting for the next head nod, arm grip or sound for you to go onto the rules for Wanda. You felt her nuzzle in on your cheek. “Okay, baby, what are mine?”
“If,” you began shyly, eyes focused on Wanda’s wedding band, then on Nats, then on your own ring they gave you last month, a reminder that they loved you as their girlfriend and sub as much as they loved each other. You couldn’t help the slow curve of your lips before you spoke. “You sweep down my arm, and I lower my eyes. If your thumb presses on my lower spine, it's a reminder for me to breathe, and you won’t take your hand away until you hear and feel my breath. I…oh, if you tug at my sleeve, or any part of my dress, I have to come to your side immediately.”
“That’s it.” Wanda smiled, “Just a few extras to remember, please.” Your eyes went wide at more rules, but then you soon realised they were already rules in place, just ones that they hadn’t gone over as much as the others. “Keep answers short when Tony inevitably interrogates you.” You simply nodded in response as the two of them went over the last of the rules, every detail important, every reminder that if you didn’t follow them you would be punished, and they had no qualms about doing it in a side room at the event…your ass still stung from three days ago. “One last thing,” Nat said as she opened the door, and the cool air brushed against your skin. “In there, in front of everyone, you call us Wands and Nat, but quietly, you call us Mama and Mommy. No exceptions.”
You knew this rule was of the upmost importance; Nat mentioning it at the last minute told you everything. If you broke this one, well, you didn’t really want to see what happened if you did.
Your face was flushed pink as you stood between Wanda and Nat inside the party. The doors had closed behind you with a loud creak, and you felt yourself jump, you hadn’t meant to, but both Wanda and Nat felt your body change. Wanda quickly—subtly pressed her thumb to the small of your back, and you took a very long and deep breath. “good girl.” she whispered, watching as your body finally relaxed, shoulders lowering, and the tension leaving your muscles.
The room was huge.
You felt like you had walked back in time to a royal palace built by King Henry VII. It really was on a magnitude you could not explain or have ever imagined. Christmas lights hung across every wall, baubles hooked across the ceiling—must of taken hours, if not days to do. Then there was the Christmas tree in the corner. To you it seemed to be one hundred and fifty feet tall, but that was probably due to size and height of the room. beautiful historical decor, original wooden beams, and that tree in the corner. Blue and white christmas lights wrapped neatly around it to the top, with a star sitting right on top like a crown.
“Hey, you okay?” Natasha brushed her knuckle softly over your cheek, your eyes still glued to the lit up Christmas tree in the corner, your body not quite tense, but not quite relaxed anymore. Your heart hammering hard inside your chest.
You swallowed hard, nodding a little in responce “Yeah, I just—I haven’t ever seen anything so—”
But before you could even finish your sentence, Yelena came running over, two drinks in hand, clumsily spilling them and you were completley unsure if any liquid would remain inside either glass by the time she got to you. She was wearing a black pant suit, but instead of a usual white blouse she was wearing a sparkly black top. She looked nice, she looked like her. It was nice to see Yelena wearing what she wanted, not being shuffed into a dress by Kate or Nat. It was about her comfortability, and you don’t think you had ever seen her so realxed before—not until right now.
“Bug! BUG! BUG!” Yelenas voiced echoed like a fog horn alarming everyone of her pressence, footsteps echoing and then, tripping as she arrived in front of your, glasses slipping from her hands, but Natasha was always quick—her hand snapped out in front of you grabbing the glasses at such an angle that the liquid that was hovering above, landed safetly back inside them and not a single drop spilled—other than the drops along the way to you.
“Yelena.” Nats jaw tightened, gripping the glasses and pushing them back into her hand “that’s vodka.”
“Yeah, one for me one for Bug! duh!” Yelena rolled her eyes at Natasha, and you just thought about if you ever tried that, you’d be pulled a side and over her knee in a heartbeat, coming out with a red ass—you’d never get away with rolling your eyes at Natasha or Wanda.
“Don’t you role your eyes at me.” Nat warned, her own eyes dialing in on Yelena’s warm, cheeky face “take them back now. Drink yours by all means, but you are not getting Bug drunk.”
“You’re no fun. Party pooper, besides Bug can decide for herself, doesn’t need you making decisions for her—”
“She’s not.” You whisper meekly, “Yelena give the drink to Kate, I don’t like or want vodka. Thanks though, the offer is appreciated.” You smiled warmly, but then, the relisation hit you. You had interupted their conversation. SHIT. Maybe you’d of gotten away with it or maybe they would make note of how many times you messed up—either way, you had to remember not to do that again.
“Alright,” Yelena rolled her eyes again, loking back at Nat “this is your fault.” and she turned away in a huff.
You could feel your heart in your throat, Wanda’s fingers moving to the back of your neck, gripping your skin, leaning in so her lips where against your ear “Bet you thought that was cute, we appreciate you standing up for us sweet girl, but don’t ever interupt a conversation again—you know what happens if you do.” Wanda’s voice was sweet like honey despite the warning in her words. “say it.”
You looked around to check if anyone was close enough to hear your words, but they weren’t. Everyone was at the bar or sat at the tables that were planted around the room, or gathered togther, chatting, drinks in hand. “I understand.” you gulped “I’m sorry Mommy, I’m sorry Mama.” you whispered low, just incase you voice travelled.
Natasha’s hand slowly wraped around your wrist, not hard, not to leave a mark, just a reminder of who you belonged to. You felt every inch of your belonging and worth. “Good girl, just breathe, and think before you speak next time.” Natasha mumered, her Russian accent slipping thorugh the cracks as it usually did when she called you good girl, or when her domminance came out—not that it ever really went away. “Right, why don’t you go get us all drinks, you can have a alcholic drink, and I’ll have a raspberry gin, and Wands will have a glass of Zinfandel Rosé. Make it a large for her. go on Solnyshko, and stay where we can see you. please.”
The noise of the chatter pressed into your very bones, but you stepped forward walking towards the bar—towards Kate, Yelena, Tony, Peppa and Steve. You felt the eyes of Wanda and Natasha on you, even without turning back you knew they were watching you carefully, making sure you didn’t overstep, making sure no one else pushed you past the point of comfortability. You let the air inside your mouth blow into your cheeks for a second, forcing your face to blow up like a puffafish—then you found Kate, your hand slid onto her elbow for only a second “Kate, hey…”
“Bug! OH MY GOD! Hi!” Kate squealed, turning from Yelena to you and wrapping her self around you for a moment longer than Wanda and Natasha would have liked—but you knew if there was an issue they wouldn’t be long before being at your side. Kate peeled herself from your body “you okay?”
You sighed slowly “I just don’t—”
“She’s fine Kate! leave her be, besides she got her body guards looking out for her.” Yelena jibed.
“Would you stop it.” you snapped, pushing back the water in your eyes, hating how such a small thing could make you cry and you didn’t want Wanda or Nat to see. So you quickly began to move away from Yelena, turning you body in and out and between the many bodies at the bar—hearing Kate telling Yelena off for being so snarky, speaking without thinking…kind of how you used to be before you met your girlfriends. It did make you smile, knowing Yelena was getting in trouble with her own girlfriend for the way she’d been speaking to you.
You made it to the bar, folding your arms and leaning over on your tiptoes, barely able to hear yourself think.
“What can I get ya love?” the barman spoke with an eastend London accent, teatowel draped over his shoulder, and scruffy brown hair, and amber eyes.
“Oh hi, umm, half an apple cider please, a large gin, raspberry and a large glass of Zinfandel Rosé.” You shouted across with a loud voice.
“Right away.” the barman nodded getting to work.
You felt your whole body breathe out again as you leaned against the edge of the bar, your head turning towards Wanda and Natasha—both of them looking picture perfect as always. Natasha stood in her little black dress that came down to her knees, one that you helped her pick out. The red necklace resting close to her throat, glimmering under the lights, her hand clasped in her wifes.
Then there was Wanda, she stood, posied and elegent, eyes sharp, her forest green dress dress, with thin straps over her shoulder, sitting on her like it was made to be there—also coming down to her knees. It made you chuckle a little, you were sure they had ensured you wore the shorter dress for easier access if they wanted it—but you couldn’t prove that. Wanda wore her copper hair in a bun with loose curls delicately positioned over her coller bones. She wore small diamond studs in the lobe of her ears to finish the outfit, the gift you had bought her for her recent birthday.
They made your knees week, yet all they were doing was standing there, warm and in conversation with one another as well as Peppa and Maria.
Wanda spotted you watching them, her own lips pressing away a smile, green eyes sparkling as you watched each other across the room of the Christmas party, your thoughts going fussy—submissive, and then—
“Madame?”
You almost fell back from the fright, you head spinning round like it was on the fastest carousel to ever exist. “Yes—oh right—drinks, thanks.” your days of having been a waitress from the age of fifteen, meant it was quite easy for you to pick up the three glasses at once—thumbs around the cider glass and one small finger underneath, and your pinkies wrapped around the wine and gin glass, with two fingers underneath to keep the balance.
That was the easy part, making your way back to them was the harder bit.
You began the walk, moving between each person, breathless as you kept your eyes locked on Wanda and Nat, drinks in your hand, dress riding up. You were beginning to feel overwhelmed—finally you made it through the crowd of people, focussing on your girlfriends.
Once back with them, you actually found yourself beginning to enjoy the evening more than you had expected. You stood firmly between Wanda and Nat sipping slowly at your own drink, tapping wanda’s wrist when you wanted to talk—but still talking freely with Yelena and Kate, Yelena being her ridiculous self telling you about her week. The whole time you felt Wanda’s soft touch on your back, Nats firm touch on the back of your neck—all the while whispering filthy things in your ear. You weren’t entirely sure if she wanted you to succeed or fail.
About two hours later you were two drinks down, so now you were just on the water, Natasha had made sure of it. you were settled at the bar waiting for a third glass of ice cold water, when a woman stepped up beside you, fingers twirling with your hair—you didn't know the woman and she was clearly drunk. “Well aren't you a cutie.”
“And your name is?” You asked nicely, trying to navigate the situation as best you could, remembering the rules, no blushing, no flirting back accidentally.
“That’s not important—but you sweetness are just to die for, aren’t you?” Her voice was soft and slightly pushy, despite the slurring of her speech.
“Mm, you might be the one dying.” You muttered, but the woman was too focussed on you to even hear what you said. Her fingers still twirling your hair round her finger as if she owned you—making you want to run back to Wanda and Nat like a child.
“Ma’am, please stop.” You gripped her wrist, pulling her fingers away from your face “I am telling you now, carry on at your own risk—demise.” You smiled, not a happy smile, but more of a smug smile, knowing exactly what she had coming if she carried on.
You knew that if the woman kept going with this, then Wanda—hopefully Wanda rather than Nat would be at your side. More for her sake than yours. The Barman slid you the glass of water you had asked for, you took it without hesitation walking back out onto the floor, but being followed by the woman.
You looked around to find Wanda or Nat, you needed them—you were starting to feel like you wanted to remove your skin. Not because you weren’t enjoying yourself—you were, but this woman, following you around was making you want to crawl into yourself—you were never one for parties, and you were almost at the most amount of time you felt comfortable staying at an event like this, despite how lovely it was, you would want to leave very soon.
You scanned the room like a trained spy—a detail learned from Nat. They were still in conversation, with Peppa and Maria, now Yelena and Kate too. Fuck. They never take their eyes off you, even before the rules were in place.
The woman who suddenly had an even keener interest in you when you began to ignore her—fingers still in your hair, on your skin—on your face—
“I’m warning you!” Your voice loud and echoey even in a room full of loud chatter. You pushed her fingers away, you knew she was drunk and you knew if she’d been sober she wouldn’t be doing any of this—but that wouldn't matter to your dommes. And it mattered to you.
The woman laughed, lifting her drink slowly to her lips and taking a large swig of what smelt like vodka and something else—weren’t sure what. “Feisty I like that.” She mumbled into the liquid.
“Listen i’m sure you’re very nice, and I myself am trying to be nice before the tornado of two women come over here. Please leave me alone and go find someone else to bother.” You were trying so hard, and you knew that you wouldn’t be punished for this, no, in fact, you’d be praised and hopefully treated for how well you handled the situation—you hoped at least.
“Oh yes, you are being very nice aren’t you? Look at these red cheeks!” She squeaked, pressing her index finger into one of your dimples on your face, “is that a blush I see? All because of me? Wow—”
“No it’s not! I've had 2 glasses of cider and this is how my body reacts. This is why I can only have 2. If I have anymore, my whole body over heats…well that’s what it feels like.” You took a sip of your water, hoping it would cool you down down and maybe make the woman leave you alone, realising you weren't going to bite.
You go to turn but the woman grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving. Nat and Wanda would kill here if they saw the situation right now. “hey where you going? Aren’t we having fun?” She asked, a little wobbly on her feet.
Sure maybe she was having fun, but right now, you certainly weren't. You turned your head back to Wanda and Nat, who thank god had finally seen what was happening, and even over all the chatter you could hear their voices.
“If you’ll excuse us for just a moment, need to fix a situation.” Natasha smiled, her hand on Wanda’s back, both walking towards you—but then the girl touched your face again. What was it with her and touch your damn face? Only Wanda and Nat get to do that.
“You really are adorable.” She murmured, “I should love to take you home with me.”
“Listen, I have asked you nicely, now I am warning you that you’ve dug your own hole with what’s about to happen.” You breathed, relieved knowing that Wanda and Nat were on the way. “Let me just say, only two people get to take me home.”
You swallowed hard, because you felt their presence before you saw them—Natasha’s hand was suddenly on her wrist, Wanda tugged at your dress subtly, you moved closer to her side instantly and her arm wrapped around your waist holding you tight.
“Do. Not. Touch. Her. Again. This is you one and only warning.” Natasha's voice may have been calm, but it was laced with a threat you had heard more times than you’d like to count. “If you do, you’ll be loosing that hand without a warning.”
“Told you you’d not get away with it.” You almost sang, the smugness radiating from your body.
Wanda leaned in again, lips against your ear “smugness is not a good look on you my darling. Stop. Now. Before I take you into the side room, and redden your ass.”
Your heart lurched forward, but your body instinctively moved closer into Wanda’s hold, even with her warning still singing in your brain.
“Oh? What if I want to touch her pretty little face tho?” The woman slurred, but before she could carry on, or Nat could say something or do something more—Tony Stark was at her side.
“See you’ve all met my niece. This is Rose Stark.” A knowing smirk, proud on his lips.
“Might of known she was related to you. Get her out of here. Now. She’s drunk.” Nat growled, her form coming back you your side, fingers on your opposite hip, holding you close between herself and Wanda.
Wanda and Nat turned, pulling you with them. They had no more room for this conversation with Tony stark. “Good girl.” Wanda whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and Nat giving you one on your other cheek—how were you supposed to not blush when they kissed you like that.
“Looks like you do know how to follow the rules.” Nats voice was low, ensuring no one else would be able to hear her.
You fiddled with one of the sequins on your dress, nodding before asking your own question. “Can we go home now…please?” You ask, slightly weary, not of them but just from the evening, you were ready to leave now. “…also does this mean I get a reward?”
“Of course.” Nat smiled, proud of you for knowing when you needed to leave—proud of you for following the rules. This was the first time out in public with the rules in place. Even with Rose Stark, you were obedient to the letter.
That wasn’t something that would go unnoticed by either of them. They would make note of how well you did,
Wanda’s fingers traced down the side of your neck, sending a small shiver down your spine “You’ve done so so well sweetheart…what reward would you like Solnyshko? Your choice.”
“Nothing I can repeat here.” You smirked, tongue swiping slowly along your lips. You felt safe, not controlled, willingly obedient to them. Submissive. Because they were yours and you were theirs, you knew that they would always keep you safe and protected. No matter what. And loved.
hi everyone !!! i decided im going to participate in the 12 days of kinkmas event for 2025, and i wanted to give yall an opportunity to pick which characters i write for! the list of prompts is below, i already picked characters for a few days amongst myself and my friends, but feel free to send in character requests for a specific day. below are all of my personal rules/suggestions regarding this event:
if a character hasn't been chosen for a day by dec 23rd then i'll just pick by myself
if multiple character asks are sent in for the same day i'll choose the ask that came first
if any characters violate my writing guidelines they will not be included and the ask will be deleted (for ex: underage characters)
i'd prefer if you asked for a character from the following fandoms (bnha, cookie run kingdom, creepypasta, hazbin hotel, pressure, marvel/mcu) as opposed to any other fandoms i may have written for in the past as these are the ones that i have written for most recently and i am most motivated for writing for, thank u sm for understanding <3
ty for reading the rules !!! here's the list of prompts, just send in an ask on what character you'd like for which day and i'll respond asap and update this as a masterpost of sorts <3 ty all for reading and supporting me!!
prompts by @12daysofkinkmas2025 <33
divider by @/dollywons
dec 25: costumes
character: Keigo Takami/Hawks
synopsis: with your partner being the no2 pro hero, it can be difficult to spend a lot of time together, resulting in some unconventional circumstances. it doesn't help matters that his hero costume is incredibly attractive to you...
dec 26: fighting
character(s): Adam and Lute
synopsis: sparring with your general and his second in command was always entertaining, but this session takes a more sensual turn than ever before.
dec 27: shower/bath
character: Tomura Shigaraki
synopsis: soft moments with your lover are rare, but a sweet offer soon turns sensual when you take the opportunity to care for him and shower together while he's exhausted.
dec 28: fear
character: Loki
synopsis: the god of mischief was a truly menacing figure, but since your relationship with him had begun he had tried to keep that side of him as far away from you as possible. however, new discoveries lead him to believe that the fear he can strike in you isn't always a bad thing...
dec 29: body swap
character: Shota Aizawa
synopsis: when a villains' quirk swaps yours and your lovers' bodies for the next 24 hours, you both find some creative ways to spend the time...
dec 30: tickling
character: Ticci Toby
synopsis: Toby loves teasing you and making you smile almost as much as he loves pleasuring you, and what better way to make you laugh than to do so in the bedroom? at least, that's what he thinks when a seemingly innocent tickling battle goes sideways..
dec 31: temperature play
character: Touya Todoroki/Dabi
synopsis: Touya's quirk had always been attractive to you, both powerful and enchanting- so it makes sense that you'd want to experiment with it in the bedroom too. His ability to increase temperature extends to more than just flames.
jan 1: sex toy shopping
character: Tomura Shigaraki
synopsis: having been sheltered for the majority of his life, Tomura had never had the opportunity to expand his sexual preferences- especially not through the outlet of using toys. when your relationship begins to expand, you introduce the idea of sex toy shopping and the surprises that can come along with it.
jan 2: size difference
character: Sebastian Solace
synopsis: you had never found your lovers' non human attributes to be intimidating, and despite his claims that he's nothing more than a monster, a defect of Urbanshade, you see otherwise. in fact, you find his intimidating size and towering height all the more attractive in bed..
jan 3: humping
character: Vox/Vincent Whitman
synopsis: tbd...
jan 4: name calling/pet names
character(s): Pure Vanilla Cookie and Shadow Milk Cookie
White flakes trickle down from the sky, the snow-layered grass crunch underneath your steps, your footprint lucid in the snowy white land. You’re in the cold woods with dry trees and hibernating mammals—soon finding yourself in front of a little cozy tavern that emanates charcoal warmth through the chimney.
Your hand rise to knock on the door, wishing for a shelter from the perpetual cold. The door creaks open…
𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘’𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐍 . . . !
THE TAVERN RULES—
The tavern only serves customers who are 18 and above, anyone younger than that will be kicked out and blacklisted!
Interact by liking, replying or reblogging if you wish to be served with the following dishes.
Strictly no copying our tavern’s dishes!
THE MENU— by chef @toji-bunny-girl
࿇ SANTA’S PRESENT . . . feat. Gojo Satoru
Supposedly another Christmas night being lonely and horny, you’re suddenly woken up by Santa coming to claim you your Christmas gift.
࿇ GRINCH’S BITCH . . . feat. Toji Fushiguro
The thief of Christmas joy, the thief of children's gifts, and this time, the thief of your boyfriend's slutty Christmas surprise
࿇ CHRISTMAS FOR YOU . . . feat. Getou Suguru
An annual game of playful Secret Santa somehow turns to having your best friend, Getou’s face burled deep in your cunt?!
