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Electric Love

PAIRING || Best Friend! Young! Robert Downey Jr. x Best Friend! Female! Reader

WORDCOUNT || 0.9K

SUMMARY || You've seen the 'electric love' challenge on TikTok and can't wait to try it out on the man you've been crushing on for a long time.

RATING || General (G)

WARNINGS/TAGS || RPF. Young! Robert Downey Jr.

A/N || Surprise! I couldn't resist writing and sharing this fluffy piece while working on this year's Christmas special. After seeing the 'electric love' challenge on my timeline again, I couldn't resist writing a little story for it. This story is dedicated to my best friend and the biggest fan of Robert, @ccbsrmsf1. I love you, bestie! 🤍

EVENTS @fandom-free-bingo Frosty || "Don't be afraid." @fandom-free-bingo Pride || Questioning @fandom-free-bingo Wild || Linking arms @julybreakbingo Post-JBB || Kissing someone just to see what it's like

Photo: Source || All the other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Robert Downey Jr.

"Are you ready to get some milkshakes at our diner?" your best friend - and the man you've been crushing on for years - Robert asks, his arm held so that it'll be easy for you to link with his. A smile is on your lips as you look at him, his face beaming with excitement as he gets to take you to the 24-hour diner you two love to visit.

Tonight, you have been to a school dance as his date, and you're planning on finally making a move on him, wanting to take a bit of a risk by kissing him to see what it's like. You've been thinking about it for a while now, and you two have been friends since childhood, but you've never dared to do it - until now.

He looks very handsome in his black suit, the polka dot tie you gifted him for his birthday, and his hair in his usual messed up style; you can't help yourself as your heart skips a beat or two when you're linking arms with him.

"I've never been more ready," you tell him, and he chuckles nervously as he feels your hand on his arm. While you may have been crushing on him for the longest time, you're still unaware he feels the same about you, and he's planning on making a move soon, too.

Soon, you find yourself in his car again; your dress nervously smoothed out a few times when you arrive at the diner. Before he can head out, you stop him with the comment of still wanting to make the TikTok video you mentioned earlier, in which you two dance to the song 'Electric Love' by BØRNS.

"Are you sure we have to do this? You know I'm not the biggest fan of being on camera, Gorgeous." Your nickname sounds like pure honey, and the deep red flush on his cheeks makes him look very sweet and a bit shy, which makes you want to do this even more.

"If you don't want to, we don't have to do it. But I thought it could be fun to do," you tell him as you grab his hand in reassurance, and he looks at you with big eyes as his fingers interlace with yours, making your heart melt at the sight. After a moment of contemplation, he agrees wholeheartedly, and you set up your phone in the holder on the dashboard, and the song will be played on his phone.

"Ready?"

Robert nods in response, and you hit the start button on the song and the record button on your phone. As Robert watches you get ready, he feels a flurry of butterflies in his stomach as he knows what's coming next - having seen the videos before - but he decides not to say anything, as he wants this just as much as you do if not more.

As the music slowly builds to the climax, you and Robert do some of the silly dance moves you two grew up doing together while you're repeating the phrase 'Don't be afraid' in your mind. As the right part of the song comes on, you get a goofy smile as you turn to your crush, the anticipation building in your body.

Then, as you move to cup his cheek, he lifts his hand to cup yours first, pulling you into a soft kiss with your heart soaring and your body on fire. The entire time, he knew, but you couldn't be happier about it as you pull away, though you're afraid to move too far away now that you've finally kissed him. And it felt amazing.

He looks at you with a slightly questioning look, wanting to know how it is for you, but instead of telling him, you pull him into a second kiss, and you can hear a sigh leave his chest as you do. You chuckle into the kiss, and Robert can't stop smiling either as your kiss has become more clashing teeth than kissing, but neither of you cares.

"I've wanted to do it forever, and I'm so happy I finally did! You've been on my mind for so long, and to know you feel the same is such a relief," Robert says, his smile growing wider by the second. Knowing this, you wish you would have done it much sooner, but this is the best case of 'better late than never' you've ever experienced.

"I love you, Robert. As more than a friend, I- I'm in love with you," you tell him, and his eyes go wide at your confession, his mouth going slightly ajar as you do.

"Y-you're in love? With me?" The question didn't need to be asked, but you don't mind as you nod enthusiastically before being pulled into your third kiss, which is by far the most passionate of all. It seems time is standing still, and the moment lasts forever, but you can't get enough of him.

"I'm in love with you too, Gorgeous. God, it feels great to say it finally!" He makes a fist pump motion as he exclaims those last words, the excitement making you smile widely and your heart beat faster as you fall more and more in love with him.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He then asks, and you nod before pecking his lips again, unable to get enough of him or his kisses. It's a seal on your words and serves as a promise of everything to come. A promise to love, cherish, and be there for you for the rest of your lives. But now, you'll be going through life as his girlfriend, and you couldn't have wished for a better outcome as you stop the recording on your phone, your smile not moving a single inch the entire time.

[endlesstwanted]

The Man On The Bridge

 Drabble for @catws-anniversary, day 26th prompt — The Smithsonian. Read on Ao3 here.

Also created for: @stuckybingo — Looking after each other & @fandom-free-bingo, wild edition — Amnesia

Fandom: Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags: Reflection, Amnesia, Bucky Barnes-centric

Summary: He thinks about the man who spared his life.

Wordcount: 100

[stargirlwritingjourney]

Running Wild

Fandom: Descendants

Pairing: Jay/Carlos de Vil

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warning/Tag(s): Graphic Description of Violence, Forbidden Love

Summary: What if Carlos had never been taken in by the core four, instead left to squalor for a few years longer before Uma discovered him? Taken in by the pirates of the Isle, chains of events are altered and certain VKs are left to run wild for a few years unaffiliated before being swooped up and shipped over to Auradon. In saying this, certain friendships--maybe even relationships--are left forbidden.

Event(s): @fandom-free-bingo with 'mutual pining' | @multifandom-flash with Beehive: 'forbidden friendship' and Double Flash with 'after action patch-up' | @eclipsingbingo with 'slammed into a wall'

Can be read here

Carlos whirled through the streets of the Isle, never trying to stay in one spot for too long. If living on the Isle had taught him one thing, it was either stand out and make sure everyone knew you were there so they would cower, or blend into the crowd as much as you possibly could until you could get back to your crew and have safety in numbers. 

So that was exactly what Carlos was doing, hiding within the crowd as he made his way from his mother’s manor to the other side of the Isle with hurried steps so no one had the chance to recognise him where Ursula’s fish and chip store was located. 

Though his name held weight with it, both from the insanity his mother had dissolved into and the recent growth in Uma’s name, and therefore his own. Though it had never been on his list of goals to be a recognisable figure on the Isle, rather sticking to the shadows as much as possible as he got by, he couldn’t say it was terrible to have an extra few seconds of hesitation when people ran into him and realised who he was. That didn’t mean he liked to hang around when he didn’t have the comfort of his allies. 

He had become quite skilled at avoiding unwanted eyes even though everything about his presence seemed to scream for them. From his pearly white hair to the red, black and white leather jacket he wore, in most cases, you would expect Carlos to stick out, but when on an Isle where almost every second person was wearing something similar it became easier. 

So Carlos believed that the surprise he felt as he was yanked from the street by the scruff of his jacket and pulled into one of the many backstreets was warranted, as well as the humiliating yelp that he let slip. Blind as to who had grabbed onto him, Carlos flailed his limbs around, trying to both hit his attacker and dislodge himself from their grip at the same time. It seemed nothing Carlos did work though as he was pulled further into the alleyway with only a grunt being pulled from the person who had dragged him.

It was only when a wickedly familiar laugh ran out around him, bouncing off the walls as Carlos was flipped around, his eyes landing on Harry Hook moments before he was slammed back, going crashing into the wall behind him as the air was knocked out of him and his vision went foggy for a few short moments. 

“What the hell, Harry?” Carlos spluttered once he was able to suck a proper breath of air into his lungs, his brows narrowing down into a glare as he did so. In the few years that Carlos had been aligned with Harry, he had become accustomed to his out-of-pocket actions, all of which were rough and without much warning, but that didn’t mean he favoured any of them. 

“Don’t act so surprised, Pup,” The nickname was whipped at him with a hiss, making him flinch back at the words. His reaction seemed to pull another laugh from Harry’s lips, knowing all the right ways on how to get under Carlos’ skin. Pulling Carlos from the wall and tucking him into his side with an arm hooked over his shoulders, Harry began to lead them in a new direction, helping them weave their way to whatever end destination Harry had in mind. “Uma wanted yer now and yer were takin’ too long to get yer boney arse over to the fish an’ chip shop. Someone had to come and get yer.”

“I was literally five minutes away. You’ve probably wasted more time going out of your way to do all this,” Carlos bit out, trying and failing to shoulder his side into Harry’s, the taller and bulkier simply smiling sharkishly down at him for his attempt. Though the two of them had come to tolerate one another, it didn’t mean Carlos could put up with him most days. “What’s so important anyway? Normally Uma would just scoff at me if I was late.”

“She wants the lot of us to go onto little ol’ Mal’s territory and stir up some trouble,” A bark of laughter shot out of Harry, echoing off the walls as if he were a hyena. It only worsened when he got a glance at Carlos’ face. “Don’t give me that look. We aren’t goin’ to kill anyone, just lightly wound. Besides, you’ll hopefully get to just sit pretty for us since Jay will be there.”

“What does Jay have anything to do with me being there,” Carlos grumbled, already feeling his face heat.

“Because that boy seems to be infatuated with yer,” There was an obvious amount of disgust in Harry’s words as he spoke, the ‘infatuation’ between the two bringing up vile into the back of Harry’s throat, the very idea of it being almost blasphemous. “Yer just have to bat yer eye and he’ll be rendered useless for a few minutes. Now come on, Gil and the others are goin’ to meet us there.”

Carlos wanted to say more, object to his words about Jay and even his presence at whatever this clash was meant to be, but instead swallowed his words and allowed Harry to pull him along. The best-case scenario was they didn’t run into Mal and her crew, or he was able to slip away when they did, hopefully, if Harry’s words were true, Jay would let him do so easily. Worst-case scenario Carlos was forced to fight and hopefully not get his arse kicked too much.

The closer the two of them got, the more Carlos doubted anything good would come from this. When they met up with Gil and some more of Uma’s crew it only solidified Carlos’ worse hopes. 

It didn’t take long to locate Mal, Jay and Evie, the three of them with some kids their age that Carlos hadn’t seen before, a rare occasion due to how small the Isle was. He was sure if he had learnt their names he would recognise them more easily. 

He didn’t pay attention to the words spoken between the two groups, his focus set on slipping away until his eyes landed on Jay. It seemed he had been staring at him since Carlos had first arrived since he seemed shocked that their eyes had finally met, his widening a little bit more. Taking him in quickly, Carlos seemed to notice every minor detail that made Jay up, seemed to not be able to pull his eyes away until someone’s fist came knocking into his arm, telling him to get ready.

That easily tore his eyes away, sending Carlos whirling back as he got prepared to back away. He didn’t mind if Jay noticed since he seemed to always have his eyes on him. It was the rest of the people he was met with that mattered. If someone on Mal’s side noticed him trying to dip out then they would surely point him out or try to go after him. If Harry or someone in Uma’s crew noticed they would either pull him back in or would make him pay for it later. Sneaking away had started to become more of a challenge than it had once been.

But as the VKs started getting fired up, each side only taunting the other more and getting ready to bring the worst out of one another, Carlos used this opportunity to slip away, making his moves quick and dashing as he slunk back, disappearing just before everything had gone to shit. 

Slipping in between buildings and reaching for a fire escape that was haphazardly attached to the brick wall, Carlos had all of seventeen seconds before two large hands were gripping his shoulders. A hiss was the first thing that escaped his lips as he tried craning his shoulder away from the hold as fingers dug into some newly arising bruises thanks to Harry. It only occurred to him that he should try and figure out who had grabbed him when both hands had quickly vanished, reattaching themselves lower and around his waist. 

“What are you-” Carlos cut himself off as he turned around, his eyes meeting with Jay’s almost instantly. Having to crane his neck back to meet his face, Carlos couldn’t help but stare as he felt the warmth from Jay’s hands spread across his midsection, almost burning. In a breathless whisper, Carlos said, “Jay.”

“Carlos,” Jay greeted with a nod. It looked as if his lips wanted to curve upwards but Jay had to stop himself. His hands didn’t leave their perch even as Carlos stared at him with questioning eyes. Jay should be worried that he was this close to Carlos since he was part of Uma’s crew, but he couldn’t help but not feel the slightest bit threatened as he stared into Carlos’ eyes. “Funny seeing you here. I thought you tended to keep your nose out of turf wars.”

“Normally I would,” Carlos agreed, his voice slightly spooked from the proximity, though he did nothing to change it. “You just happened to catch me at a bad time.”

“Really?” Jay asked, earning a hum in return. The white-haired boy seemed to almost lean into him as they stood close, breathing in each other's space. 

Jay had so much he wanted to say, words waiting to spill out of him as they burst at the seams. For someone he should’ve hated, Jay couldn’t help but be interested in the shorter stray. At every opportunity he would steal glances at him in the crowd, would purposely not start anything just so he could attempt to steal some moments with him, most of which didn’t work out.

He wanted to say more to Carlos but didn’t have the opportunity as some imploding voices rang out around them, silencing him.

“Where’s Carlos?”

“He must have gone after Jay since that meathead went missing.”

“If that’s the case then I’m sure we’re going to hear some very entertainin’ stories from the Pup when he gets back.”

Harry’s voice was easily recognisable, making Jay’s teeth grind together. They seemed to have a similar effect on Carlos as he took some hurried steps back, both hiding from the voice even though they were out of sight and dislodging him from Jay’s light hold. 

“I have to go,” The words rushed out of Carlos as he began looking for an escape room. Jay couldn’t help but wish he would stay longer. Once his eyes locked on a way out, he almost began running immediately, though he took a few seconds to turn to Jay, a half smile that looked both a little too strained but genuine. Carlos said before racing off, not waiting for Jay’s response, “I’ll see you around Jay. It was nice seeing you.”

“Bye Carlos,” Jay couldn’t help but whisper, a smile splitting across his face as he did so.

[blackwood4stucky]

the husband and the steed | aspen blackwood

series: the call of darkness

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

🆃 | word count: 1978 | complete

tags: alternate universe, bucky centric, pre-stucky, shifter

"Captain, the blond beauty that caught his attention weeks ago when the races first began for the season." — Bucky goes to place his bet at the Hickory Raceway.

bingo fills + event prompts

@anyfandomaubingo | 1960s au

@anyfandomgoesbingo | horseback riding

@anyfandomkinkbingo | secret relationship

@avengersbingo | secret romance 

@buckybarnesevents

babb2023 | possessiveness [may prompt] connect 4 [c4013] | siren

@character-a-character-b: may bingo | free space

creatures & cryptids: into the wilds flash

small town au + shifter + secret romance

@fandom-free-bingo

valentine’s edition | are you obsessed with me? wild edition | teasing

@julybreakbingo: pre july | small town au

@multifandom-flash: may | free space

@stuckybingo [5080] | train

@ultimatechrisbingo | estranged marriage

@yearoftheotpevent | october: identity shenanigans

read: ao3 | sqwa

[42donotpanic]

Life's not fair and everything sucks

Summary: Kai has a shitty day, but Luckily they have a good friend with even better connections.

Pairing: Clint Barton & Kai Krüger (ONBC)

Word Count: 1649

Raiting: Teen and Up Audiences

Tags: Nonbinary Character, Trans Clint Barton, Deaf Clint Barton, Disabled Character, Menstruation, Comfort, Fluff, Couch Cuddles, Co-workers

Written for:

@tropetember : Day 16 - Friendship Centric

@comfy-vember : Day 7 - Sleeping on Shoulder

@fandom-free-bingo :

AU: Coworkers - Wild Edition

* Rainy day - Maritime May

* Loved Like a Sibling - Pride Edition!

* "You've Got a Friend in Me", Platonic Love - August Chaos

* Cuddling For Warmth - Medical Edition

@slumberpartybingo : Never have I ever... Spent a cold afternoon under blankets, watching movies - Christmas Flash 2023

@fandombingo :

"There is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship." - The Little Prince Edition

"I'm willing to take that chance." - Wonderland Edition

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On the Tide - Chapter Eight “The Sea is a Desert of Waves, a Wilderness of Water.”

A friendly face is found in the back alleys of an Indonesian town, and Win's safety is compromised. CW; Discussions of finning and endangered animal trade. Implied drugging, implied kidnapping/ransom. Prompts used; - ‘Dancing Together’ – @fandom-free-bingo, Frosty Edition; - “No Good Deed Goes Unpunished”, “Violence for Violence is the Rule of Beasts”, “You Brought This on Yourself”, ‘Held for Ransom’, ‘Stalking’ – Fandom-Free Bingo, Flight Edition; - ‘Scalloped Hammerhead’, ‘Oceanic Whitetip Shark’, ‘Matakam Dolphin’, ‘Sand Tiger Shark’, ‘Atlantic Humpback Whale’, ‘Blue-Spotted Tree Monitor’ – Fandom-Free Bingo, Wild Edition; - ‘Items Being Moved Around’ – @halloweenhorrorbingo .

Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Boards at the bottom, divider by yours truly <3

By the time we decked in port, my heart rate had settled somewhat – though my knees were still trembling as I helped tie off the lines. I stood for a moment, gazing at our small vessel, taking in the smattering of bullet holes along the hull as my own wound ached.

It may not look like much… But it’s home now.

Even my muscles knew that I didn’t belong on land anymore, tensing automatically to correct me against movement that didn’t exist.

Captain Tyne came up beside me, barely hesitating before linking his fingers with mine. “Have you ever been to Indonesia?” he inquired absently, his thumb skimming over the back of my hand as we moved forward, passing from the relative uniformity of the small port and into the uneven alleys lined with crates and boxes, the smell of animal waste making my stomach curl.

“It doesn’t seem like I’ve missed anything,” I muttered, glancing about myself, and he smiled.

“Most of it is beautiful – but we dock here for a reason.”

I raised an inquisitive eyebrow, but he said nothing more, just led the way into a crowded market full of bustle and vendors shouting in a multitude of languages.

“What reason is that?” I prompted softly as we slipped between customer and seller bargaining in rapid Thai.

He pulled me closer to the nearest stall, using the pressing crowds as a convenient excuse to hold me flush against his side, inclining his head toward the merchandise. “Intel.”

I followed his indication, bile rising in my throat at the sight before me. I might not know Indonesian, rendering the signs useless in aiding my understanding – but I had done enough research before joining the crew to recognise the macabre butchery before me.

Scalloped Hammerhead.

Oceanic Whitetip.

Mahakam.

Sand Tiger.

“These are all endangered,” I muttered under my breath, fury sparking in my veins at the spectacle, tracing my finger mournfully across the detached fin of an Atlantic Humpback as Greg nodded stiffly, leaning forward and testing several languages before settling on Malay, speaking with quiet, rapid urgency. The merchant opened his mouth furiously, but the Lieutenant simply spoke faster, one hand subtly slipping between them. The seller’s face cleared, then paled, and he nodded once, muttering back and inching away uncertainly. My Captain nodded over his shoulder, and two of my crewmates descended from the crowd, hurriedly tipping the contents of several of the merchant’s half-crates into their sacks. The man simply inclined his head in begrudging gratitude, and Greg steered me quickly away as his crewmen dissolved wordlessly back into the masses.

“What just happened?” I pressed under my breath, and he shot me a half grin.

“Our notoriety proceeds us,” he offered as we left the bustling market behind, fingers finding mine once. “Sellers are often willing to rat out their suppliers and give up their wares with a little… Persuasion.” He raised his other hand, revealing a flip-style badge emblazoned with the words ‘Shark Defence Initiative’. “We won’t have them making their money on the slaughter, but they get to trade their freedom for information.”

“Won’t they just go back to trafficking the moment we leave?” I asked, frowning, and he shrugged.

“We have a network. Folks that check in on the sellers we’ve interacted with, gather intel of their own…” Glancing at me, he shot me a smirk. “You’d be surprised by how infrequently those sellers go back to trafficking. I think the fear of being arrested is pretty motivating.”

I nodded slowly, impressed – and somewhat daunted – by the level of organisation and consideration that the SDI had put into their actions. They were often reported to be chaotic, poorly-planned – but here was the evidence to the contrary.

Is it possible that they cultivate this image of chaos as a deception? A ruse, to lull their enemies into a false sense of security?

I considered my Captain once more, his pace slowing as we returned once more to paved streets lined with stores. “… How long have you been with the Initiative?”

“Two years,” he replied easily, entirely at ease in the foreign maze.

“It’s only been active for three, right?” I clarified, and he waggled a hand thoughtfully.

“In an official capacity – yes,” he smiled, “but the folks who founded it were playing pirate long before that. They just made it a little more… Structured.”

“Has it changed much? Since you joined?”

He hummed under his breath, lips skimming my temple. “Yes… And no. We’ve gone from one ship to four, and we have a much broader web of informants… But the fundamentals haven’t changed at all. To protect, at any cost.”

I smiled wryly, inclining my head with curiosity. “When I first met you… It seemed you hated this life.”

Shaking his head quickly, he began to guide me down a side street, silent as he considered his answer.

“I love this life,” he replied eventually, lips still quirked down in a thoughtful frown. “I love making a difference – giving life instead of taking it. I love being back on the ocean and travelling the world…” He cut himself off to sigh heavily, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. “But I hate that this job comes with seeing the very worst and most cruel of humanity on a daily basis. I hate that 80% of our new recruits can’t hack it and we have to go through the process all over again. I hate that I have to put my crew in danger – that their very lives are at risk – every time we try to do the right thing. And I despise that it’s necessary at all. I love this job, Win. I just hate that it needs to exist.”

I nodded slowly, offering his fingers a squeeze, and he shot me a weak smile. “Come on. We’re only ashore for a few days – let’s go find some good food, good drinks, and good beds.”

The night was winding down by the time he nervously leant closer, the smell of fruity juices on his breath making me smile. When I told him I didn’t drink anymore – after a rough few years while I grappled with my trauma – he’d immediately rescinded his original order of beer, despite my protests that I had no objection to his consumption.

“I… I can get you your own, if you like,” he murmured, and I blinked in surprise at the light flush colouring his cheeks.

“I’m… Good? I’m still nursing this one,” I offered uncertainly, pointedly raising my half-full glass, and watching with amusement as the unanticipated blush grew deeper.

“A room, I meant,” he clarified quietly, the tips of his ears flushing beetroot when I laughed in shock. “O-Or you can have my cabin, or-”

I silenced him with a quick kiss, squeezing his fingers. “I want to stay with you,” I reassured him softly, feeling a gentle blush colour my cheeks, eyes lowered shyly.

He brought my hand to his face, lips skimming over my knuckles tenderly. “I’d be honoured,” he whispered, gaze finding mine as his smooth, suave confidence returned. The track overhead changed to something somewhat slower, but with a pulsing beat that made my bones tremble, and he grinned. “May I have this dance, Snowflake?”

I felt my flush deepen as I nodded, letting him lead me through to the makeshift dance floor – a space simply cleared of seating, where a number of couples were already moving together. I knew how to dance, but not to this; my life was limited to a box step and slow-dancing, picked up over the years. He raised an eyebrow at my hesitation, using his grip on my fingers to pull me flush against his chest. “Don’t you worry, baby boy… I’ve got you.”

With a soft purr, I rested my cheek gently on his chest for a moment before letting him guide me into a quick eight-beat, his hands on my hips easing me into a gyrating, sensual movement. I gasped in surprise as he turned me quickly, fingertips digging into my flesh lightly as we moved in unison. It was until his lips found my throat and I moaned under my breath, the sound causing a subtle, unconscious twitch in his hips, that I became around of his arousal pressing against my ass, making my face heat once more.

But despite my shyness, my uncertainty, I reached back to tangle a hand in his hair, earning a sharp gasp when I shifted firmly against him, his grip hardening automatically. “You don’t have to do that,” he breathed, sending goosebumps along my neck with his breath.

“I know,” I whispered softly, grinding a little harder, head falling back against his shoulder.

I want to.

I felt… Powerful, knowing that this man – this beautiful, strong, charismatic man – was aroused by me, even if it was strictly in terms of physical stimulation rather than actual attraction.

But from the way his muscles flexed, hands hard on my skin, I found myself believing that attraction really did play a part.

It wasn’t just want.

He wanted me.

He stiffened minutely, and I turned my head to follow his gaze as she looked away, brow furrowed. “What is it?” I pressed softly, and he frowned, nodding towards a pair of men in the corner a few feet away, talking in quick, hushed words that I could not comprehend. I cocked my head in confusion, and he flicked his eyes to me, his hearing still fully concentrated on the conversation. “My Bugis is patchy… But they’re discussing a trade. Reptiles. Lizards, I think.” His eyes widened, and he paled. “Blue-spotted tree monitors. Infants. Live ones,” he added at a growl, eyes flashing. I felt his fingers curl in anger against my sides and kissed his cheek gently as the pair headed toward the door. “Go,” I breathed, digits lacing with his to squeeze reassuringly. He hesitated, and I nodded encouragingly. “Go. I’ll be fine. I’ll wait here, okay? Go and be… You, Lieutenant Tyne.”

He smiled and kissed me quickly, eyes already shifting to the exist as he backed away. “Thank you, Snowflake.”

My heart fluttered a little in my chest, and I offered him a tender smile as he began to back from view.

“Stay safe, Captain.”

I sat nursing my soda, simply enjoying the passage of time in the bustling space, absently watching patrons go about their business and their lives with a sense of content satisfaction. I could see what Greg had meant when he spoke of the job – the fact that it was needed it was horrible, but it was one I was proud to do.

Every now and then, I glanced around, the hair on the back of my neck prickling with the unexplainable sensation of being observed, but I never found eyes on me, and eventually I stopped looking, shrugging as I decided it was simply an effect of being around so many people against after so long at sea with the same small handful.

I was on my third drink when someone approached, boots pausing at the edge of my eyeline from where I gazed, unfocused, at the table. Glancing up, I found a man stood beside me, no older than twenty, with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Can I help you?” I prompted, polite but nervous, and his lips quirked at the edges.

“You’re one of them, aren’t you? The SDI?” he murmured shyly, scuffing his feet, a hint of a French accent in the words that made me smile.

Someone else far from home.

I nodded, offering him a reassuring grin. “I am… Why do you ask?”

His face lit up, and he blushed with enthusiastic excitement. “Can I buy you a drink? I’d love to hear more about it!”

With a laugh, I extended a hand to my Captain’s vacated chair. “You’d be very welcome.”

“Didn’t someone once say ‘violence for violence is the rule of beasts’?”

I chuckled wryly, leaning back in my seat to assess the youth – Frank, he’d informed me when prompted, a seventeen year old runaway. “Sometimes violence is the only answer. Folks have tried the nice approach for decade; it’s helped, for sure, but it hasn’t been enough. Populations are still falling – and for what? So some rich asshole half a world away can have his soup with a side of ego?” I shook my head with a sigh. “It’s just so… Asinine. It can’t be allowed to continue – and that’s what the SDI is all about.”

A soft smile graced my lips as I noted distantly that the speech was startlingly similar to the one Neri had given to me. Only a few months ago, I realised abruptly, tipping my head back to drain the last of my glass.

It feels like a lifetime.

“Another?” he pressed, and I laughed.

“You still have questions?”

“Tons,” he replied immediately, grinning, and I shook my head fondly.

“I need to run to the bathroom – again,” I snorted, rolling my eyes. “Guess I’m not used to free access to liquids anymore!”

Even after all the time – and being built as I now was – I still got a flutter of anxiety in public restrooms, glancing over my shoulder for any sign that I should be concerned. The feeling of being watched was still there, burning a hole in the back of my head, but I couldn’t see anyone, no matter how many times I looked around.

Nudging my way into the bathroom, I curled my lip at the smell of alcohol and urine, shaking my head.

No matter where you go in the world, one thing is always the same… The gents on a Friday night.

The space was empty as I went to wash my hands, and the sound of the door banging made me jump, gaze shooting up to the mirror before me to lock eyes with a man over my shoulder. His presence behind me made me nervous, but I met the dark gaze steadily and offered a silent, polite smile. He simply stared back evenly until I looked away, heat prickling up the back of my neck at his intensity.

Hands clean, I went to brush past him, jerking away as he leant closer, his breath hot on my face. It wasn’t until I’d pushed by in a panic, desperate to get away from the sudden, startling proximity, that the fact that he’d spoken began to register in my mind.

“No good deed goes unpunished.”

I was still shaken by the time I returned to my seat, thoughts leaping between trains of thought, and I frowned as I reached absently for the strap of my holdall.

“I moved it out of the way. Here – I got you another drink,” Frank added quickly, sliding a glass across the table toward me. Any questions were pushed from my mind as I glanced over shoulder, watching as the man from the bathroom disappeared into the crowd.

“I… Yeah. Thanks.” My fingers found the glass, raising it instinctively to my mouth as my eyes continued to survey the throngs.

“It’s getting pretty loud in here, huh?”

Gaze flicking to Frank, I took him in once more, struggling to shift my focus back to the youth before me. My thoughts were disjointed and scattered, and I could only nod, scarcely registering that he’d spoken. “Shall we go someplace quieter so we can keep talking?”

Another nod, easily agreeable in my distraction, and I stood as he did, eyes slowly lowering as I followed him with utter compliance through the press of patrons, fractured thoughts straining to latch on to something solid.

There’s something I’m forgetting. I’m forgetting something important, I think… I just can’t find it…

I stumbled as he led me out of the door, narrower than I remembered, the street beyond darker, more enclosed, than I thought, littered with empty bottles and scraps of food ground into broken cobbles. Frank turned to face me, a frown creasing his expression as he weaved worryingly. “You okay, man? You’re not looking so hot.”

I nodded absently, metal palm meeting the wall with a dull thud when my feet reacted too slowly to catch me as I tried to step forward. “Fine, I…” Words died on my tongue as it turned to lead, and I could only grunt, sinking slowly to my knees, vision turning dark around the edges.

A hand found my shoulder heavily, and I fought against the increasing crush of gravity to raise my head, attempting to peer through the dense fog to follow the tanned arm attached to the vice-like grip on me – but before I could see anything beyond weather-worn skin and a multitude of scars, my sight failed me, eyes rolling back as I slumped hard to the ground.

“About time. Get him up. This’ll teach that anjing perek to stay out of our business.” Hands under my arms hoisted me upright, taking the entirety of my weight as my consciousness ebbed and my feet dragged uselessly behind me.

As I snatched distantly at the dregs of reality, the last thing I felt was warm breath on my cheek, the same man who’d issued orders whispering in my ear.

“You brought this on yourself.”

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Pros and Cons of Being Hawkeye

Made a moodboard inspired by @monthly-challenge prompt — Bows. You can see it on Ao3 here too!

Credits to: Hawkeye: Go West comic, by Kelly Thompson, Stefano Caselli, Stefano Raffaele & Leonardo Romero (images) & Canva (template)

Fandom: Hawkeye (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Pairing: Clint Barton & Kate Bishop

Tags: Co-workers, Collage

Summary: A moodboard made by endlesstwanted (and Kate - Hawkeye!)

Also created for: @fandom-free-bingo | Bow and Arrow / @thehawkeyesbingo | this image prompt (Hawkeye in The Avengers’ movie) / @multifandom-flash, R2 #2004 | Hero-Worshipper + So Cool, It’s Awesome + NY’s Resolutions | Chill Out / @seasonaldelightsbingo, Winter Wonderland | “I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn.” + Unsteady || X Ambassadors

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I’m Not Going To Say Goodbye So I Don’t Have To Go

My first 911: lone star fic, for @911bingo’s prompt — “I don’t care where we are. I just care that we’re together, you’re my home.”. I’ve been binge-watching it this last week and finally found the inspiration to write something! 🌟

Fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Pairing: Carlos Reyes/TK Strand

Tags: Post s02e12 The Big Heat, Missing Scene, Caretaking, Angst and Feels, Cuddling & Snuggling

Summary: After their night gets ruined by a home in flames, Carlos and TK go to the Strand’s house.

Wordcount: 2k

Created for: @fandom-free-bingo, Wild Edition — Leaning into the other Person / @multifandom-flash, r2 card #2005 — Leave the Two Lovebirds Alone + fear flash card — Astraphonia, Fear of thunder and lighting + New Year’s Resolutions (gen) — Try Something New / @fnafbingo — “Uh, that restaurant should be the safest place on earth.” / @seasonaldelightsbingo, winter wonderland — Covered in blankets + Playing with their hair + Peppering kisses all over their face / @sweetspicybingo — Warm hands

Excerpt:

Her mom cupped his face when they got apart. “Are you okay?” Carlos was glad she didn’t comment anything on his face, that by looking at TK’s he guessed was full of soot too.

“We got cleared, mum. I’m fine.” His answer was drier than he would have wanted it to be, but he was too tired to care anymore.

Carlos missed how, when he moved into the kitchen, his mom looked at TK and said “that’s not what I asked.” TK nodded in understanding, and they joined everyone in the kitchen. “I couldn’t prepare anything, but maybe Mr Strand has some cocoa? I can make a hot drink to help you sleep better.”

“I’m not hungry, mum. But thank you,” he replied.

“Yeah.” TK made a funny face. “And I highly doubt my dad has any chocolate around.”

“Chocolate?” Captain Strand joined the conversation. “Who do you think I am?” TK threw him a deadly stare, and then he kept going. “But I think I kept some coffee that Gwyn left somewhere. Why don’t I prepare something and we let the boys get settled in?”

Continue reading on Ao3!

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Not Suitable For a Date

Drabble for @catws-anniversary, day 26th prompt — Favorite quote. Read on Ao3 here.

Also created for: @fandom-free-bingo, wild edition — Aching & @multifandom-flash, r2 #2003 — Accidental Truth

Fandom: Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Pairing: Maria Hill & Natasha Romanov, minor Natasha/Sam

Tags: Canon Divergence, Secret Relationship, Swearing

Summary: Maria wasn’t expecting to find her friend’s crush in that vehicle.

Wordcount: 100

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Barton Versus Romanov

Drabble for @catws-anniversary, day 26th prompt — PTSD. Read on Ao3 here.

Also created for: @fandom-free-bingo, wild edition — Bests Friends

Fandom: Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Pairing: Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, minor Natasha/Clint

Tags: Post-Avenbers (2012), Nightmares, Holding Hands

Summary: Natasha dreams of the nightmare that was losing Clint to Loki’s maneuvers.

Wordcount: 100

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Chasing Some Warmth

Also for @buckybarnesevents Bucky’s Birthday Bash event: Bake a Cake Edition, and because our boy deserves some extra filling frosting, I decided to treat him to some more ❤️

This fic fills the following prompts: Winter Soldier Bucky, Clint Barton+Sam Wilson, Forced Proximity, Metal Arm Kink, and also their Build a Bucky Bingo old prompt — Wet & Messy.

Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton/Sam Wilson

Tags: Huddling For Warmth, Cuddlefucking, Porn Without Plot

Summary: The nights at Barton’s farm are very cold since the generator broke down. Bucky’s interested in learning what Clint and Sam do in these cases.

Wordcount: 795

Also created for: @winterhawkbingo — Handjobs / @sweetspicybingo — Fucking for warmth / @fandom-free-bingo, Wild edition — Soothing Touch / @seasonaldelightsbingo’ Winter Wonderland — Being the Little Spoon for the First Time / @multifandom-flash, New Year’s Resolutions (nsfw) — Dirty Talk + Explore A Fantasy

Excerpt:

“What do you usually do when it’s this cold?” Bucky asked, curiosity taking the best of him. According to what he’s observed, Barton and Wilson had some kind of relationship going on before he dropped there.

“It’s really our first winter together here. You wanna answer that, Sam?” Clint asked, sounding like he was teasing his partner.

“Sex,” Sam replied, searching for some skin-to-skin warmth with his face pressed on Bucky’ back.

“Alright, that’s something we can do,” Bucky said, moving to get some space between them three. “Last thing I need in my record is two more bodies.”

Continue reading on Ao3!

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Fandom Free, Wild Edition masterpost

My fill for@fandom-free-bingo’s last round, Wild Edition! I didn’t get a bingo on my card, but filled my alternates so I’m calling it a win 🥰

Most stories are from the Marvel Cinematic Universe fandoms, but I also created a moodboard for the Hawkeye comics and a story for 9-1-1: Lone Star. Eight fills and a bit over 3,8k words overall. All info, ratings and pairings are below the cut and titles are linked to my Ao3.

Pros and Cons of Being Hawkeye

🌴 Bow and Arrow

Fandom: Hawkeye Comics Clint Barton & Kate Bishop | Teen | Modboard Summary: A moodboard made by endlesstwanted (and Kate - Hawkeye!) Tumblr link

I’m Not Going To Say Goodbye So I Don’t Have To Go

🌴 Leaning into the other Person

Fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV) Carlos Reyes/TK Strand | Teen | 2,039 words WARNINGS: Post-Episode: s02e12 The Big Heat, Trauma, Angst Summary: After their night gets ruined by a home in flames, Carlos and TK go to the Strand’s house.

The Man On The Bridge

🌴 Amnesia

Fandom: Captain America Movies Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers | Teen | 100 words Summary: He thinks about the man who spared his life.

Chasing Some Warmth

🌴 Soothing Touch

Fandom: The Avengers Movies Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton/Sam Wilson | Explicit | 795 words WARNINGS: Casual Sex, Porn Without Plot, Established Clint/Sam Summary: The nights at Barton’s farm are very cold since the generator broke down. Bucky’s interested in learning what Clint and Sam do in these cases.

Not Suitable For a Date

🌴 Aching

Fandom: Captain America Movies Maria Hill & Natasha Romanov | Teen | 100 words Summary: Maria wasn’t expecting to find her friend’s crush in that vehicle.

Someone Like You And Me

🌴 Ancient City | ALTERNATE

Fandom: Thor Movies Jane Foster & Sif | Teen | 581 words WARNINGS: Canon Sick Character Summary: In New Asgard’s hospital, Jane reunites with an old friend.

Barton Versus Romanov

🌴 Bests Friends | ALTERNATE

Fandom: The Avengers Movies Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov | Teen | 100 words WARNINGS: PTSD Summary: Natasha dreams of the nightmare that was losing Clint to Loki’s maneuvers.

Halloween Revenge

🌴 Revenge | ALTERNATE

Fandom: Captain America Movies Sharon Carter/Natasha Romanov | Teen | 100 words Summary: Natasha is now regretting that she ruined last Halloween’s party for Sharon.

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Someone Like You And Me

I wrote something for @monthly-challenge prompt — warrior, that turned to be a it more angsty than I planned. You can read on Ao3 here and below the cut.

Fandom: Thor (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Pairing: Jane Foster & Sif

Tags: Missing Scene, Female Friendship, Banter, Angst and Feels

Summary: In New Asgard’s hospital, Jane reunites with an old friend.

Wordcount: 580

Also created for: @fandom-free-bingo, Wild Edition | Ancient City / @multifandom-flash, NY’s Resolutions | Travel Somewhere New, R3 #2001 | Definitely Just a Cold, R3 #3001 | Bonding Over Dislikes + Roommate Drama, Fear card | Hypochondria, Fear of illness / @seasonaldelightsbingo, Winter Wonderland | Forced to quit

Jane notices slow, dragged footsteps approaching the part of the hospital bed where she practically lives now.

It’s not time for a check-up yet, and she’s been hearing the nurses going out to have lunch not long ago, too.

Soon she realises the sound doesn’t come from the outside, but from the med bay.

She looks up at her right side and sees Lady Sif carrying an IV drip with her now only arm. It’s been quite some time since they last saw each other.

“I heard you were here,” Sif says. “And the King is also gone, so I can actually leave my room.”

“It’s good to see you.” Jane smiles weirdly.

It is nice, but the conditions in which they are reuniting are not. And she really has no idea on what else to say; luckily Sif sits at the end of her bed and carries on the conversation. “I had a fortune cookie once that said I should travel somewhere new, hence I’m calling this meeting good fortune.”

Sif reached to her hand. Jane was too tired to move, but that didn’t stop her friend. She smiled when their fingertips touched. “How long ago was that?”

“Longer than people have been settled in New Asgard,” she recognizes. “But this city feels closer to the old Asgard than anywhere would ever be. The streets, the architecture, the people …” she sighs, “reminds me of my realm. Well, not the people, but—”

“I understand.” Jane manages a chuckle. “It feels like home.” It is not a question.

“So you, if you could travel anywhere, where would you go?”

Sif’s hand is now closed around hers. “I would say home, with my friends. But this is home now, and the Asgardians are family too. I don’t think … I would want to leave. Maybe accept some visits.”

“Visitors?” Sif smiles now. “That’s something fortune can work with.” Jane can tell how hard she tries not to force the conversation. “How bad is it, Doctor Foster?”

“Not worse than a cold,” is her reply. She’s not up to go over her diagnosis again, and she knows Sif will let it be.

“A cold is when Asgardians cough, and drop that weird liquid from their noses, isn’t it?” Sif makes a funny, disgusted face.

“That’s exactly it.” Jane laughs. She didn’t know she had energy left to do that.

“I saw a child with it once, so I’m glad you won’t have to go through that.”

A moment of silence passes by until Jane speaks again. “How are you, Sif?”

“I’ve never had a cold, but I would say this is not as troubled,” she replies with confidence, tilting her head to where 

“You will find a way to live without the not-a-cold, and feel full again soon. You are strong. A warrior.” Jane tries to comfort her.

“I know I will. It’s the meantime that worries me.”

Jane frowns, and looks deeply into her eyes to try and make some sense of those last words.

“You see, it is to warriors like us that it feels like a joke to be … like we are now,” Sif explains.

“Sick?”

“Forced to quit,” Jane’s corrected. “No one has taught us how to do that, and so we cannot.”

“And will not,” Jane nods. She understands.

“We won’t. And remember,” Sif leans in closer to whisper in her ear, “you don’t want to die. But if it’s what you choose, Valhalla will be waiting for you, Thor.”

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Halloween Revenge

Drabble for @catws-anniversary, day 29 prompt — Disguise. Read on Ao3 here.

Also created for: @fandom-free-bingo, Wild Edition | Revenge

Fandom: Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Pairing: Sharon Carter/Natasha Romanov

Tags: Missing Scene, Established Relationship, Undercover

Summary: Natasha is now regretting that she ruined last Halloween’s party for Sharon.

Wordcount: 100

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Giiiiirl, I’ll never get over this 🫠

Birthday Boy | 750 follower special 💜

PAIRING || Husband!Dad!Robert Downey Jr. x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT || 3.8K

SUMMARY || Robert's birthday is coming up, so you decide to share this special moment for just a few days away from the spotlight. During your trip, you have a special surprise for him that will make it one never to forget. To top it all off, you're throwing a surprise party when you two come back, complete with his Marvel co-stars, friends, family, and two beautiful children.

RATING || Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS || RPF, established relationship, unspecified age gap, pregnancy reveal, referenced difficulty conceiving, surprise birthday party.

SMUT || Light teasing, dirty talk, praise, daddy kink, pregnancy kink, grinding, hair pulling, handjob, oral (M receiving), deepthroating, cum swallowing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting, cream pie, cockwarming, aftercare.

A/N || This one-shot is written to celebrate Robert's 59th birthday a few days ago and my reaching 750 amazing followers! Unfortunately, I got very sick and couldn’t post it sooner, but I want you all to know that I am deeply grateful to you all, especially to my best friend and biggest supporter, @ccbsrmsf1. Getting to know you has been the highlight of my time on Tumblr, and I love you so much! 💜

EVENTS Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Wild || Neck Kisses Masterlist || @sweetspicybingo Winter || The Polar Express

Banners: @nicoline1998enilocin || Divider: @firefly-graphics || GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist || Robert Downey Jr. Masterlist

"Welcome home," are the first words you say to Robert as you swing open the doors that belong to the cabin you have rented for the next couple of days. A thick layer of snow outside reminds you of The Polar Express - which happens to be one of your 18-month-old twin boys' favorite movies. As you step inside, you enter the living room, where a fire burns, creating a cozy vibe.

As soon as the door falls shut behind you two, Robert turns you around when the lock clicks into place, catching you off guard.

"Welcome home indeed, Gorgeous," he whispers against your lips before kissing them firmly. You smile into the kiss as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer as you two cherish the moment. It's nothing but you and him there for the next few days. When you pull away from his kiss, he pulls you close against his chest, his nose buried in your hair, and he gets a whiff of the vanilla shampoo you always use. It smells like you and has become his favorite scent since you two started seeing each other.

"Are you okay making us some food while I go unpack and put on something more comfortable?" you ask Robert, and he nods, already having an idea of what that might be. He still likes to be surprised, so he'll patiently wait to see what you have in store for him.

You quickly go to the large bedroom to get the lingerie you bought for this trip. You have another beautiful set at home as a birthday surprise, but to make this trip unforgettable, you have splurged on a brand new, bright red set that will surely blow your husband away. He has always told you he loves you most in red, so this is the perfect way to surprise him.

You put it on before grabbing one of Robert's shirts to finish the look. After a quick check in the mirror to touch up your make-up, you're ready to surprise your husband and look forward to his reaction.

Without saying a word, you make your way over to where he's sitting, and he quickly puts his phone away when your bare legs come into his field of vision, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His gaze slowly rakes over your entire body, from your legs and thighs, over the curves of your breasts in the shirt to your face; every single inch of you is inspected.

A slight flush spreads over your cheeks at the attention he's giving you, and you take his hand when he reaches out. Your legs are placed on either side of his thighs as you straddle his lap, your chest resting against his as your faces are an inch apart at most.

"I don't know how you do it, but you manage to take my breath away daily, Gorgeous. And I feel like the luckiest man in the universe to have fallen in love with someone as beautiful, smart, and loving as you-" Robert tells you, his deep brown eyes focused on yours as you hang onto every word.

"And the fact that we have two amazing boys together is the cherry on top for me," he finished, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingertips glide the line of your jaw and down your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path. Once he reaches the collar of his shirt, he straightens it out, and you release a breath you didn't even realize you were holding in.

"But most of all, I feel very fortunate because you're mine."

With those words, he pulls you against his chest, your lips colliding in the kiss they've longed for from the moment you sat down. A heat is starting to surge between your legs, arousal building quickly at the way he shows his possessiveness and domination.

A soft moan escapes your lips as he repositions himself, his bulge pressing against your clothed core, exactly where you need him most. While he swallows the moan slipping from your lips, he slips his tongue into your mouth, and your hands glide from his chest around his neck and into his hair, letting your fingers glide through the soft strands.

Robert's fingers dig into your hips as he guides you over his clothed bulge, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through your body. When he pushes his hips up as well, your grip on his hair tightens, making him groan in response.

You lean back a little with your hands on his shoulders as you work your hips in tandem with his, and Robert has to use every last bit of his restraint to hold back on his orgasm, wanting to save it for when he's buried deep inside your warm, tight pussy.

"D-Daddy, please, 'm so close!" you pant as you feel the pleasure in your body rise, your orgasm about to wash over you at the feeling of him. With a few more well-aimed thrusts, you're falling apart on his lap, and you soak your panties and your husband's pants in the process.

"Look at you, Gorgeous, so fucking beautiful when you cum for me like that. Working yourself on your Daddy's cock like that, you couldn't even wait until I'm buried so deep into your sweet, tight cunt before cumming? Such a needy little girl for Daddy," he tells you, and all you can do is nod in response.

You allow yourself to sag against his body, and Robert's hands rub your back soothingly as you come down from your high. His warm hands find their way under your shirt, and it's comforting to feel his large hands rubbing over your body.

His hands wander down before grabbing the hem of the fabric draped over your body, and he tugs on it a few times to let you know exactly what he wants.

"Let's have a look at what's underneath here, Gorgeous. I can only assume you didn't walk out here looking like this without having something special underneath," Robert says with a smirk and a raised brow, and the flush on your cheeks is back.

"You know me too well, Daddy," you whisper shyly before raising your arms. He pulls the fabric over your head to reveal a bright red set of lingerie that perfectly complements your skin, and your husband gasps softly at the sight in front of him.

His hands are back on you in an instant, and he lets them wander all over your body before his thumbs glide over the cups over your bra, feeling your hardened nipples through the lacey fabric. Soft moans leave your lips as he takes his sweet time with them, playing with your peaked buds until you're writhing on his lap, desperate for release again.

Your own hands glide over his abdomen and down to the button of his pants, popping it open without resistance. You're lucky that Robert usually prefers to forgo underwear, as it's too uncomfortable for him, meaning you're immediately greeted by his hard, bare cock.

"That's it, Gorgeous," Robert says as his head falls on the back of the couch, your hand wrapped around his cock as you work him up and down slowly, squeezing him just the way he likes. Taking your time to work his shaft, you feel every pulse of it, making him groan deeply when you give extra attention to his leaking, sensitive tip.

"G-Gorgeous, fuck, 'm gonna cum if you- oh god- don't stop," he pants out through gritted teeth, and you decide to have mercy on him, not wanting his sweet, delicious cum to go to waste after all. Without saying anything, you slide off his lap and onto the rug in front of the couch.

You look up at your husband through your lashes, biting your bottom lip as a smile tugs on the corners of your mouth. Your nails are raking over his still-clothed thighs, moving up to remove the offending piece of fabric that's very much in the way. Your husband lifts his hips to help accommodate taking off his pants, and soon after, his entire bottom half is bare. Perfect.

"It's so big, Daddy," you say in a soft whine, your brows knitted together as you wrap your hand around his cock again. He lets out a breathy chuckle, knowing you can easily take him in whatever way he pleases and in whatever hole he wants. But that doesn't mean you won't act a bit innocent occasionally.

"Hmm, I'm sure we can make it fit, Gorgeous," he whispers before guiding your head to his tip, your tongue immediately poking out to lick the bead of pre-cum off as soon as it appears.

"You're so good to me, fuck! Must've been a saint in a past life to deserve someone as amazing as you," Robert says after you take his tip into your mouth, suckling softly while hollowing your cheeks. Your hand barely closes around his girth as you work him up and down, slowly working more and more into your mouth.

His thighs spread a bit wider as you take more of him into your mouth, and his groans start to increase with every stroke and swallow. The familiar taste and smell of your husband spread throughout your senses, and you clench around nothing as he suddenly grabs your head, working you further onto his cock.

"That's it, takin' me so well," he grits out as he feels himself being worked into your throat without even the slightest bit of resistance. You moan around his hard length as he works you up and down, groans tumbling from his lips as well. As soon as your nose touches his pelvic bone, he suddenly releases you, and you pull off immediately to breathe in a big gulp of oxygen.

"I want your cum, Daddy; please give me all your cum," you beg before immediately diving back in, not wanting to be away from it for too long. It doesn't take long for Robert to do precisely what you asked, and you work him through his orgasm as he moans your name loudly, your hand working him steadily as you swallow every last drop of his cum.

"F-fuck, so good to me," he pants as he comes down from his high, and you're back in his lap. His now soft, sensitive cock is lying between his thighs as you straddle it, your lips attaching to his in a gentle kiss that makes him smile.

"I love you so much, Gorgeous," he whispers against your lips, which makes you smile as well.

"I love you too, Daddy," you tell him before you two get lost in a slow make-out session, taking your sweet time with one another while Robert kneads the soft globes of your butt, and your fingers keep gliding through and messing up his hair.

The rest of the day is spent making love, cuddling, and whispering sweet nothings to one another in front of the fireplace, and it is heaven for the both of you. Sharing this moment outside of the spotlight is exactly what was needed to recharge and strengthen your relationship.

It's been about a day and a half since you and Robert arrived at the cabin, and so far, you two have barely left the other alone, even going as far as cockwarming him during sleep - one of your favorite shared activities. When he woke up this morning, he couldn't resist fucking you awake, and that was the start of yet another day of making love without a single interruption.

Now, you're cuddled against your husband's side, your fingers tracing abstract figures through his chest hair and over his tattoo as you both look at the snow outside. The fire in the bedroom is crackling and spreading the perfect amount of warmth throughout the room.

"Are you ready for another round, Gorgeous?" Robert asks you, and you nod before allowing him to guide you onto your back, your hair splayed out on your pillow like a halo. Your legs are spread to make room for your husband, who's taken it to line up with your entrance.

His face is nuzzled into your neck, peppering it with little kisses as he works his hips back and forth. Soft gasps escape as his tip nudges your sensitive, swollen clit.

"So wet for me already, Gorgeous. I haven't even been inside you yet, and you're dripping for me," Robert tells you while reaching down to his hard length, grabbing it so he can slowly work it into your waiting entrance. He doesn't take long to push in, your lip bitten raw at this point from the pleasure, but he wants to hear everything.

"You know I don't want you to hide your beautiful sounds," his thumb pulls your lip from your teeth before gliding over it and pushing it, pressing down on your tongue to open your mouth even further. With slow thrusts, he works himself into you, careful not to hurt you.

"Hmm, good girl," he praises you as he bottoms out, followed by a groan. Your pussy flutters around him at the praise, and he sets a slow pace with which he almost entirely pulls out before thrusting back in, constantly putting you on the edge.

The bed slams against the wall with every thrust, and he slowly picks up the pace as your moans get louder and you clench tighter around him.

"You are so beautiful, Gorgeous. I can't wait to see you walking around with a beautiful, round belly when you're pregnant with my baby again," he tells you, his forehead connecting with yours as your breaths mingle together. His cock twitches as it's buried deep inside you, and he somehow seems to get impossibly harder at the thought of you carrying another one of his babies.

Your nails dig into your husband's biceps at his words, a smirk playing on his lips at the sensation. With expert precision, he finds your sweet spot, hitting it every time as he looks at the way your face contorts as both your orgasms are rapidly approaching.

"I-I'm close, D-Daddy!" you croak out between thrusts, your voice raw from all the moaning and taking Robert down your throat as well, but you wouldn't change it for the world. Robert's hand moves between your bodies, your back arching into him at the moment he finds your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

With a scream of his name, you fall apart, your orgasm washing over you with a force you've rarely felt before. Before you know it, you're pushing him out of you as you squirt, Robert only prolonging it by constantly rubbing your clit, until overstimulation threatens to take its place.

"Fuck, good fucking girl, beautiful when you squirt for your Daddy like that. God, 'm close too, Gorgeous. Gonna give you all my cum and fuck another baby into you, want to see you round with my baby again," he murmurs against your neck, his orgasm washing over him soon as well.

"Oh, my- take it! So much cum for you, just for you, Gorgeous!" he shouts as he pumps you full, not a single drop of it wasted as he works you both through it, collapsing by your side after he's done. Both panting and a layer of sweat covering both your bodies as you lay there, but also fully satisfied.

"I love you," Robert whispers, and you smile.

"I love you too," you say in a rumbling voice, making your husband chuckle. You two lay like that for a few more minutes before he draws you both a bath. While that's happening, you rummage through your suitcase, looking for a little box you brought.

"Ready—" is all he can say before you stretch out your hand and pull him onto the bed as he takes it.

"I have a surprise for you. I was planning on waiting until tomorrow to give this to you, but I can't wait any longer. So... happy birthday, Daddy," you say with a wink as you hand him the box. He takes off the lid, and inside is a pregnancy announcement. For a few minutes, he is completely silent, simply looking at what's inside.

Eventually, his fingers glide over the pregnancy test to see if it's real, and once he knows for sure you're pregnant, he bursts into happy tears. After the birth of your twin boys, you two have had quite a difficult time conceiving again, but it finally worked.

"I can't believe it. We're going to have another baby," Robert says, reaching out to touch your belly. You place your hand on top of his as you look down, your tears falling now, too.

"I can't wait to meet you either, Little Nugget," Robert says before sitting in silence for a bit longer, basking in the moment. Eventually, Robert lifts your face with his index finger before capturing your lips in a soft, sweet kiss, conveying every emotion.

You two had made peace with the fact that there would be no more kids after you brought your twin boys into the world, but seeing this miracle now has you believing that everything will be okay.

"How far along are you?" Robert asks, his hand never leaving your belly as he looks at you.

"Two and a half months; I found out about two weeks ago but wanted to save it for your birthday," you tell him, and he nods in understanding.

"I'm pretty sure it's already April 4th somewhere, so happy birthday to me," he jokes, making you both laugh hard. After a bit longer, he carries you to the bathroom before placing you in the tub and joining you soon after, a bowl of your favorite fruits ready to munch on.

"I love you, Gorgeous. Thank you for truly making this trip unforgettable," Robert tells you, making you smile broadly.

"I love you too, Robert," you say, sealing it with a kiss before settling on his lap. Your back is against his chest as he feeds you the fruit, his free hand lying on your belly the entire time you're on his lap. You were already beautiful before, but now he finds you irresistible, and that will only grow as your baby grows, too.

The day of Robert's birthday has finally arrived, and you decided to wake him up the best way you know how: a blowjob. Before he was even fully back on earth, he was having his first orgasm of the day, and there would be many more to follow.

While on the plane back to the U.S., you're busy arranging the last things for the surprise party you have planned for him. All of his Marvel co-stars, as will your Mom and Dad with your twin boys, will be there. It will be a simple dinner, but it's more than he would ever expect, as you usually celebrate his birthday with your boys.

"Are you ready for the landing, Gorgeous? We'll land in about 30 minutes, and I can't wait to see little Axel and Hunter again," he says, referring to your twins. They're both carbon copies of Robert from when he was their age.

"Absolutely! How about we make the best of the last 30 minutes we have together?" you ask as you put your phone away, trusting that your parents have everything under control back in New York.

"I thought you'd never ask," he says before pulling you onto his lap and quickly pulling you in for a passionate kiss. It's a good thing you're on a private plane, enjoying a much-needed uninterrupted make-out session. Robert's hands are in the back pockets of your jeans while yours are messing up his hair again.

When it's finally time to go home, you quickly let your Mom know you two are on the way back, as it's only a 15-minute drive back to your home. The entire trip is in a comfortable silence, though you're getting nervous about his reaction.

"Please, calm down, Gorgeous; I'm sure I will love whatever you have planned for me," your husband tells you as he puts his hand on your thigh, stopping your leg from bouncing up and down nervously. He gives you a reassuring smile, which you happily reciprocate, grabbing his hand to lace it with yours.

Once you arrive at your house, everyone inside is ready to welcome both of you home, and your parents have done an outstanding job of decorating it as well. They thought about everything, and Robert's Marvel co-stars and their spouses are all waiting to welcome you both home and wish him a happy birthday.

"You should go first," you say before getting to the door, and he does precisely that. As it swings open, you're both greeted by a loud 'SURPRISE!' from everyone, and your twins are already making grabby hands at you. A wide smile appears on Robert's face as he takes everything in, and he couldn't be happier.

"Happy birthday, Robert," you say with a kiss before taking Hunter from your Mom's arms and giving him a big kiss on his cheek. Robert does the same with Axel before greeting everyone. Mark, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Sebastian, Anthony, Scarlett, and Jeremy are also here to celebrate his birthday.

"Before we move on to the presents, we have an announcement to make! We are officially expecting baby number three!" he says enthusiastically, and now it's your turn to get congratulated by everyone.

"I'm so happy for you both! I know it's been difficult, but you both deserve it so much," Scarlett tells you as she pulls in for a hug. During your last pregnancy and the time after that, you two built a powerful friendship, and your children are all getting along well, too.

"Thank you so much. Getting here has been quite a tough ride, but now that we're finally expecting again, I couldn't be happier. And honestly, it would be nice to have another baby again. The twins are growing up so fast that I can't wait to have a newborn in October," you tell her, visibly glowing.

"Tell me about it! They're so cute when they're small," she says, and you nod. The day is filled with laughter, excitement, and love. Robert couldn't have wished for a happier birthday than he has today, and he can't wait to see what you are planning for his 60th birthday next year.

About two and a half months later, you find out you'll have a baby girl this time, who is born on Halloween. Her name is Carolina Isabela Downey, and she's been a happy baby since day one. She completes your family, and life has never been better than it is now.