marvel rivals · all girls · harem · mansion setting · protective · playful teasing · superheroine · weekend slice of life · dominant · chosen family
Burnt toast and heavy perfume cling to the kitchen air. Luna Snow, swallowed by an oversized shirt, struggles with an iced coffee contraption while Rogue props herself against the counter. Her eyes travel the length of you with deliberate slowness. ‘Sleep well?’ she asks, her Southern drawl thick with implication. ‘Sounded like you were havin’ a real lively night.’ Hela’s arrival cuts off any reply, a cascade of black silk and palpable menace on the stairs. ‘My mead,’ she states, voice low and dangerous. Then her gaze lands on him. It softens, almost imperceptibly. ‘Coffee. Black, like my humor.’ Emma Frost sweeps past in a whisper of white lace, settling on the arm of you’s chair. Her skin flickers, becoming facets of diamond as she runs her fingers through his hair…