izuku working late isn't unexpected. what was unexpected was the giant ass blanket fort in the middle of the living room. it was furnished with pillows, plushies, candles, and snacks. you turn on a movie and u guys sit together (so wholesome! 😁)... and then the power goes out in the apartment and you guys are left cuddling up against each other in the dark. izuku never realized how close you two were, and you're plush chest pressed up against his arm was making this situation really unfair. sure, you guys have been close together like this before, but the dim candle light casting over your skin made it hard for him to not blush (and just hard in general). you suggest playing a game in the meantime before you were cut off with him pressing his smooth lips against yours. you gasp and hit his thigh playfully once he pulls away, but that led you to feel how hard he was. he grins before he pulled you onto his lap and kissed you again. you could almost feel the desperation radiating from him. "Wanna take advantage of this- er- setting...?"
Warnings: spicy-ish ;), puppy play, pet play, kinda innocent reader?
Pairings: Steve x Eddie x fem!reader
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"stevieeee can you share your fries with me pleasee" you whined, big doll eyes pleading him. They had rewarded you with fast food, taking it back to Ed's trailer.
He looked at you, raising an eyebrow.
"so we reward you with fast food, and you want even more? You're so needy." He mocks, dismissing you.
"eddieeee he won't share his fries with meeee" you frown and point at Steve, who's still paying no mind and eating his food.
"oh is Stevie bein' mean to you puppy? Oh my pooooor babbyyyy" he says, ruffling your hair. You pout with your head in your hands, neither of them taking you seriously.
"you're such a whiney dog. If you want something, you know how to say please." Steve finally says, snapping his fingers pointing at the floor.
You shake your head, furrowing your brows at him.
Eddie agreed, "c'mon pretty girl, you heard the man. Ask nicely"
You reluctantly peeled off the couch you were sitting on, and knelt between Steve's legs.
"c'mon. Beg." Said Steve, laying back into the couch.
You bring your paws to your chest, sitting up on your knees and whining like the dumb dog you were.
Eddie's laughed at how pathetic you looked, finding you so cute.
"good puppy. You gonna give her your fry now Stevie?" Ed asked, poking him.
"nah. Fries are human food arnt they Ed's?"
Eddie nodded, both of them chuckling at you pawing at them and whining, resting your chin on Steve's thigh, giving Eddie puppy eyes.
"....fine. only today." Eddie caved, stealing one of Steve's fries and feeding you.
"hey! " Steve sighed, "how's she gonna learn obedience with you giving her what she wants all the time." <3
we know axe's (and ren's) safeword, but do the others have safewords picked out?
Yes they do:
Killer: Frost (for similar reasons to Axe; Snowdin sucks when you're by yourself.)
Dust: Cart (It came to him randomly, and he's pretty sure that it's something he's not ever going to say.)
Axe: Snow (And we know why-- it's cold and sucks.)
Cross: Pause (Largely from game dynamics-- he's less likely to say this than 'wait,' 'stop,' or 'no,' when he doesn't completely mean the others if he's babbling. Pause is a directive.)
Baggs: Redact. (Little bit of a mouthful and unlikely to come out of him unless he's running his mouth at medical play (which... is possible, but it's in a sentence then and not its own individual word to mean 'stop'))
Nightmare: Daylight . (Also unlikely to come out of him unless he's toying with someone ('And you'll never see daylight again') so it's jarring if its said by itself)
Hilariously, they all also respond to 'hold' the same way. It's ingrained.
Ok but you know Jean is planning to do this on Christmas morning 😆😆😆
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“Heyyyyyy baby…” you hear as you’re being gently roused. “Baby, it’s Christmas! Wake up!”
You groan as you rub your eyes. What time was it? It was still rather dim in your bedroom. But you knew how much Jean loved the holidays. It wasn’t too abnormal for him to get up obscenely early on Christmas Day.
Well, this shouldn’t be too bad. He usually had coffee brewed, a cup made up just the way you liked it. Your robe would be cleaned and ready for you to slip into, along with your house shoes. It’ll be nice to gradually fully come into consciousness with him, snuggled up in front of the fire he’s started while you watch the snowflakes fall outside.
What you didn’t expect was the rather delectable sight before you as your eyes adjusted. There your handsome man was, wearing nothing but a red, fluffy stocking on his…well…
You couldn’t stop yourself from licking your lips as your eyes roamed his perfect body. You knew it well by now, but it still made your mouth water. His muscular arms and chest, his six pack, that happy trail…
He was beautiful, your tanned Adonis. Hairy, but not too much. Literal perfection. And he knew the effect he had on you too, the bastard.
He posed a little, smirking. “Merry Christmas, baby,” he said in a deep, husky voice. “Are you ready for your present?”
You could tell that he was certainly ready, given that that stocking was staying in place and not falling off of him. That made your thighs squirm together.
Despite your sleepiness, you grinned right back. “I thought it was supposed to be ‘dick in a box,’ like the song?”
He chuckled, his hands on his hips. “That was the inspiration, yeah. But I figured I’d make it more festive.” He gestured to the stocking. “I’ve got a nice big candy cane in here for you…want a lick?” He winked.
Your body was on fire already from his suggestiveness. But you still wanted to tease him a bit before you gave in. “So I’m getting a cock in a sock instead?”
He blinked, then huffed through his nose. He turned on his heel and pretended to be mad as he walked quickly out of the room. “I fucking can’t with you.”
You were cackling as you chased after him. It was hilarious to you that, after being together for so long and all of the sexual things you’d done together, little things could still embarrass him. It was something you took full advantage of.
You wrapped your arms around him. “Okay okay, I’m sorry baby,” you chortled. “I know I ruined the surprise you set for me. I’m sorry.”
He turned and held you back. You blushed feeling that stocking poking into you. “Good,” he replied, staring down with those intense hazel eyes of his. “I hope you’re ready to atone for it. Because your Christmas present is big, and it’s ready for you.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bo-Katan Kryze/Sabine Wren
Characters: Sabine Wren, Bo-Katan Kryze
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Coital Cuddling, Pillow Talk
Summary:
I should come to Mandalore more often, Sabine thinks to herself in the aftermath, the way she always does when Bo-Katan is a familiar weight behind her. The thought is almost drowsy, languid, something that feels like content beneath the warm, low lights of Bo’s chamber.
Or at least, it’s closer to content than she ever gets, these days. It’s hard not to feel a little pleased at the strong leg that slots lazily between her own, or the press of Bo’s arm beneath the curve of her breasts.
