#to feel him crawl into my lap as he starts to pepper kisses wherever he can before he starts blowing raspberries on my skin

[1980ssunflower]

i wish i could kiss my ryan rn

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Mother doesn’t know best (one-shot)

Regulus Black AU 

Summary:  Walburga upsets Regulus. You will always be there to pick up the pieces.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M- smut

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You could tell from the moment that Regulus walked through the door that he was in a hell of a mood. It didn’t take the two of you to be together for so long to know when he was in a horrible mood. You couldn’t help but be curious about exactly what Walburga did to piss your lover off so badly.

Regulus took his coat off and let it drop to the floor. Normally he would have neatly put the garment back in the closet. Regulus hated wrinkles and would have a fit if his coat had the slightest wrinkle on it. You would spend hours listening to him bitch about how annoying and sloppy wrinkles were.

You didn’t say anything as he sat down on the sofa and stared at the TV with a glare on his face. That look...you knew that look very well. Any time that Regulus was the least bit displeased THAT was the look that you saw on him.

Giving Regulus a few moments to cool off, you hung up his coat before turning around. Regulus’ grey eyes were still locked on the television. You crawled behind Regulus and wrapped your arms around him from behind. Normally you cuddling Regulus was enough to calm him down from whatever stupidity that his parents had caused.

Touching was your method of providing him comfort. It had been from the moment that the two of you had become a couple. While you came from a family that wasn’t the least bit hesitant to show each other love and affection, Regulus didn’t. The poor boy was touch starved from the moment that he was born. At first, Regulus was hesitant about returning a hug or letting you snuggle him. It only took a month for Regulus to enjoy the cuddles enough to be wrapping himself around you at any spare moment.

You snuggled your face against Regulus’ shoulder. He didn’t say a word as you proceeded to pepper his neck with kisses.

“Want to tell me what’s eating you?”

Regulus groaned but didn’t say anything. Mentally shrugging, you continued to kiss the same path over and over before getting brave and biting down on his earlobe. Regulus wiggled himself loose and rolled his eyes.

“Just stop, would you?”

Had he not been in the mood from hell, Regulus would have seen how stunned and baffled that you looked. You looked as if you had been knocked off of your imaginary unicorn. Regulus turned and walked out the door to the back garden leaving you blinking after him.

This had been the first time that Regulus remotely took his frustrations out on you. Normally that was never an option. It wasn’t your place to take the blame for his issues “whatever they were.”

You didn’t move to go after Regulus. When he was ready to talk about whatever it was that he was going through...he would come to you.

An hour later, you sat on the couch reading a book that you had borrowed from Remus. You were so lost in the story that you hadn’t noticed that Regulus walked back in. You also didn’t notice the embarrassed expression on his face. Truth was, Regulus felt awful. You didn’t deserve him taking his frustrations out on you. It wasn’t your problem that his mother knew how to suck the life out of anyone within five minutes.

Regulus wasn’t about to tell you that the reason that he was so pissy was because of his mother’s insistence that the two of you produce an heir. You didn’t need to spend the evening and the next few days wondering if you were “good enough” to be his wife. Regulus would stop that from happening at all costs.

As Far as Walburga was concerned, it didn’t matter that Regulus told her that you weren’t physically able to do that. Walburga didn’t seem to understand the words “it will not be happening.” Regulus accepted it and it was time that Walburga did too. If she was so desperate for an heir then she needed to go talk to her eldest son. Regulus assumed that Sirius probably had a few kids running around out there. The way that Sirius “got around” it wouldn’t be surprising if the Black family had multiple new family members that no one knew about.

Regulus waited a few moments for you to say something to him but you didn’t. He smirked when he realized that you didn’t know that he was in the room. Shaking his head, Regulus gently snatched the book away.

“Hey!”

You whined. Regulus gave you a smile before kneeling down in front of you.

“Hi.”

You reached out to stroke your fingers through his hair.

“Hi... I suppose that you are having a bad day?”

You said softly. Regulus nodded, taking his hand in your and kissing each fingertip.

“Something like that. Mum knows how to suck the life force right out of you. It's no wonder my father is nothing but a glorified statue.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

Regulus shook his head. You didn’t expect him to be wanting to talk about whatever it was that Walburga had done. Regulus was never much of a talker when it came to his family. He would put the issue away in an expertly secretive little file in his mind only for it to never be seen or heard about again.

“Would you rather me take your pants off?”

Regulus’ grey eyes rolled up at the prospect of sex. This didn’t surprise you. As much as you wanted to make a comment about Regulus not being so different from Sirius; you decided not to. If you wanted to make your lover feel better comparing Regulus to his brother was not a good idea.

“That sounds nice.”

Regulus replied. He stood up and offered his hand to pull you up from the sofa.

“Bed or here?”

You asked. It didn’t matter to you where the sex would take place. The two of you seemed to have sex wherever the mood would hit.

“Bed.”

Regulus commented before picking you up and carrying you into the next room. He closed the door with his foot before gently sitting you down. You stayed in the same place as Regulus began unzipping your dress. His fingers expertly tugged the zipper down toward your bottom. Regulus wanted nothing more than to tug the fabric off of you but he knew that would get him nowhere except a shopping trip to buy a new dress. The last thing that he wanted was to spend the evening stuck in a dress shop with other husbands who were bored out of their minds. Regulus would rather be feeding you his cock instead.

The moment your dress hit the floor, you turned in Regulus’ arms and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was the same as always...sweet and timid at first before moving to fiery and possessive. You internally smiled at the memory of the first kiss that Regulus had given you. He had been so timid and embarrassed at first. Now he didn’t care where the hell that the two of you were. When he wanted a kiss your lips were his for the taking.

“What?”

Regulus questioned as you started unbuttoning his shirt and tugging the garment out of his slacks. You shook your head with an innocent smile and kissed his chin once more.

“Nothing. Can’t I smile when I kiss you?”

Regulus rolled his eyes.

“There is no such thing as nothing with you. Good try though, sugar. Now, what do you want me to do to you?”

You sat down on the bed before reaching out to unbuckle Regulus’ belt. That was a silly question for him to ask. Regulus was always the more dominant in the bedroom. You assumed this question was always to see how interested you were in what he had to offer.

“Such a silly question, love. I know what you want.”

You replied, running a hand up Regulus’ now obvious erection. He bit his lip as you finally wrapped your mouth around his length.

“I suppose you do know.”

Regulus commented as his eyes fluttered closed. You opened your eyes for a brief moment to see the ecstasy on your lover’s face. Again, you internally smiled at the memory of the first blow job that you had given Regulus. How he lasted a whole five minutes was still amusing to you. The poor love was so embarrassed at the coming so quickly and kept offering promises that once he was inside of you he could definitely last longer.

As the years progressed, Regulus gained an iron grasp on his orgasm. You often found yourself begging him to come already because your jaws or your pussy was so sore from “activities” that you needed a break. There were only a few ways to make him come super quick and he refused to talk about them. Your personal favorite was giving him an inconspicuous handjob at bad times. The most memorable was a few weeks ago at dinner with Walburga, Orion, and a few of the other Black family members. You smiled at the memory…

It was another boring dinner or listening to Walburga and Orion talk about how wonderful their family was. You sat beside Regulus as the dutiful sweet little wife that he adored so much. The less that you caught Walburga’s attention the better. Regulus hadn’t said much that evening. Granted, he normally didn’t say much around his parents. He had learned years ago to keep his trap shut.

As Walburga started talking about Christmas plans, you let your eyes fall to Regulus’ lap. Now would be the perfect time for a handjob. You knew Regulus probably wouldn’t think so. Your prim and proper lover still didn’t exactly love the idea of public displays of affection. A handjob and him coming in front of his family would be a huge “hell no.”

You let your eyes flutter to Regulus’ face. He sat watching his mother with a bored expression on his handsome face. Regulus clearly had not picked up on your playful smile and for this you were thrilled. As carefully as possible, you scooted your chair closer to Regulus.

The moment your fingers stroked over his cock, Regulus’ eyes turned to you. He gave you a warning expression that said “not now” but you weren’t going to listen. So what if he spanked you later? You would have some fun at the time being. You only blinked at Regulus before continuing to lightly stroke your fingertips over his hardening cock. Regulus reached down and wrapped his hand around yours. You assumed that he was going to shove you away but he didn’t. Instead, he forced your hand open to palm him under the table cloth.

Regulus pressed his lips together as you got braver and began unbuttoning his dress pants.

“Y/n, no...please.”

Regulus whispered in your direction. You gave him a playful smirk before wrapping your hand around his length. Regulus discreetly put his hand over his mouth obviously hoping that his parents would assume that he was carefully considering their words. Little did they know what you were actually doing to their youngest son.”

Regulus rocking his hips pulled you from the memory. He whined when you let his cock drop from your mouth. Sitting up a bit straighter, you placed a kiss to his hip bone.

“Want to take me?”

“That’s a dumb question.”

Regulus said as he gently pushed you back on the bed. You knew that he wasn’t going to just shove in. That was for inexperienced kids. He always left you needy and soaking the sheets before ever considering pushing inside of you.

He gently stroked his left hand between your bodies to stroke your pussy. Regulus groaned feeling how wet you were. He knew to expect it but it was always such a pleasant surprise. His middle finger effortlessly slipped inside your opening leaving you gasping his name. Regulus continued to tease you for a few moments. One finger became two. Two fingers were pushing in as deep as possible. He scissored and pumped you to orgasm twice. Each time, as your orgasm approached, Regulus stopped moving. His grey eyes were locked on your face and a small smirk played at his lips. Regulus knew how to drive you wild just as you knew how to push him over the edge.

“Need you now.”

You whimpered as Regulus curled his fingers. If Regulus continued to tease you like this there was no way that you would last long. To your relief, he seemed to want sex as badly as you did. Both of you sighed the moment that he pushed inside of you.

“Take it all, sugar.”

Regulus ordered, trying his hardest to resist the urge to start fucking you as if he was a careless teenager. He stopped himself each time. You didn’t deserve just to have a sloppy mess made out of your pussy. Despite this being about him, Regulus would make sure that you were taken care of. The words “happy wife, happy life” could have never been more accurate.

The soft gentle lovemaking turned hungry and desperate within seconds. You reached up to wrap your arms around Regulus’ shoulders as his skin slapped against yours. The feeling of Regulus’ cock sliding in and out of you before filling you to the hilt was enough to make you want to come alone. Your body twitched involuntarily as the arousal became more intense. Suddenly you felt your body lingering on the edge of orgasm.

“Please don't stop. Please don’t stop.”

You chanted over and over. You were trembling all over as the pleasure exploded. Regulus moaned loudly. The feeling of your body strangling his cock was enough to bring him over the edge. He knew that this wasn’t going to last long from the get-go. Regulus stopped thrusting almost instantly. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you for a few moments before filling you.

Regulus was the first to break away. He stroked his finger over your nose before lying down beside you. You didn’t fight as he pulled you into his arms.

“Do you feel better?”

You asked, yawning. Regulus nodded and kissed your head.

“You always make me feel better. Maybe a small nap is in order?”

You didn’t argue as you wrapped your arm around Regulus’ body a bit more tightly and prepared for a nap (and round two). Before falling asleep you made a mental note to thank Walburga for whatever it was that she did to him. You would assure her that you were there to calm her baby boy down...just as you always would be.

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[animensfw-smut]

Dom! Monoma x Succubus! Reader

Gif doesn’t belong to me~~

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+, Dubcon

So, my definition of succubus is probably different from yours...

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*(y/n)'s pov*

I'm a student in Class 1-A. Unfortunately, i encountered someone who had a quirk that can change females into a succubus and males into an incubus for 24 hours. The reason why i was changed into a succubus was because i was at the wrong place at the wrong time. When the person changes you into a succubus or incubus, you are physically weakened. I had to stay in my room for the rest of the day because the student lost control of their quirk randomly.

So right now here i was, in bed, clutching my stomach because natural HUMAN BEING food didn't satisfy ME, a HUMAN.

"Uuuughhhh..." I groaned as i rolled over on the bed to check the time. It was time for school to end and i whined,

"I can't even go near my friends!"  

Meanwhile at UA~

"Hey Monoma, i heard that (y/n) got hit by a quirk." spoke Tetstetsu.

"What's that got to do with me?" Monoma asked with an annoyed glare.

"Oh, you know, not that she's your crush or anything and she's practically the only person from Class 1-A who you talk to~"

Monoma hesitated with a blush on his face before replying,

"You can go back to the dorms without me." With that, he headed to the 1-A dorms as Tetsutetsu smirked.

He didn't tell Monoma exactly what quirk (y/n) was hit by...

Back to (y/n)~

My stomach growled loudly as i threw my head back into the pillow with a sigh. This wasn't helping, in fact, nothing was helping. The quirk that i was hit with, made me a succubus on the inside, but on the outside, my appearance hasn't changed.  

A knock sounded at my door and i gulped as i smelt the faint scent of sweat. I debated with myself whether to open the door or not, and i decided on the former. Quickly, i opened the door to be met face to face with Monoma.

"Monoma???" He was blushing and averting his gaze,

"Hey, i er just wanted to check on you..."

I beamed with a bright smile and pulled him into my room, making him sit on my bed after locking the door. He was confused, but then slowly became flustered as i straddled his lap and started licking his neck.  

"(y-y/n)?! Wh-what are y-you doing??!!"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and started to slowly move my hips against his, rubbing my burning core to his semi-hard dick. My lips traveled to his ear where i whispered,

"I'm hungry, Monoma~~ Feed me~"

He grabbed a hold of my shoulders and gently pulled me away from his ear to come face to face with him. He was as red as Kiri's hair right now. I didn't slow down the grinding as i looked at him with an innocent look, my head tilted.

"Arrgh, (y/n) you're impossible!"

He wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned in to devour my lips. His tongue rubbed against mine and readjusted myself to rub against him more and gain more friction for my aching core. Monoma started bucking his hips and i whined at the thin pieces of fabric separating him from penetrating me.

Monoma broke from the kiss and asked,

"(y/n), tell me.. ugh.. what  q-quirk you were hit with..."

I started sucking on his neck and palming his member through his pants as i answered,

"Mmmm~ A succubus quirk~"

He chuckled slightly,

"N-No wonder you say y-you're hungry."

He removed me from him and took on a serious facade,

"Strip. Now." I pouted at the loss of friction, but removed all my clothing anyway, as he did the same.

Monoma laid on the bed and looked at me with a cocky smirk,

"Sit that sweet pussy of yours on my face~" My thighs clenched together at the words as i obliged. I slowly lowered myself onto his face as i crawled down to his throbbing cock.  

"Suck, baby girl." I lightly licked the bulging tip and earned a smack on my ass. Did he just spank me?

"Listen to what your master orders you to do, babe. Or you'll get a punishment instead~"

I shuddered at his demanding tone and sucked his dick. I used my hands to rub wherever i can't reach. Suddenly, something plunged into my core and i gasped at the unfamiliar feeling. He grasped my ass and brought me right up against his face as his tongue went in and out of me. My hands went to grasp my breasts as i brought them towards his member. He groaned at the extra pleasure as i rubbed my boobs against his dick. The vibrations of his groan made me craving for more. He spanked me again and lifted me slightly off his face,

"Ride my mouth, baby~ I wanna see your face when you cum with how good I'm tongue fucking you." I blushed and turned around sitting on his mouth.

I gripped his hair as i bounced up and down on his tongue, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.  

"Neito~"

He suddenly stopped what he was doing and i whined,

"What did i say for you to call me?"

I looked at him with half-lidded eyes and pouted,

"I-I'm sorry, master... Please let me cum..."

"There's a good girl~"

Neito continued to lick at my dripping pussy, adding in three fingers to thrust up into my core.

"More, master, more!!!" I moaned out as i pulled lightly on his blonde hair. He smirked and stopped me from cumming, removing his mouth from me.

"Wouldn't you much rather have my cum deep inside you?" I drooled at the thought.

"Hands and knees, babe."

I got on my hands and knees, my front half pressed to the pillows as my ass stuck up in the air.

"Please fill me up with your big cock, master~"

He grinned pervertedly and wasted no time in slamming into me. I moaned at the pleasure coursing through me. His thrusts were inhumane, hitting my g-spot every time.

"M-Master~ C-Can i cum?"

"Hold on, baby girl, I'm nearly there~"

Grunts were heard in my room followed by the sound of his dick slamming into my pussy. His hands grasped my (h/l), (h/c) hair and he pulled on it, making me arch my back. His hands came to wrap around my torso and bring my back to his chest as he kissed my neck. Neito found my sweet spot as i moaned, and he sucked on it whilst biting it, marking me. His right hand came to cup my breast, his fingers pinching and twisting my hardened nipples. My head was thrown back against his shoulders, my face against his neck. I didn't think he could go any deeper, but he lifted up my left leg and hit at a new angle.

"Nnnghhh~ Master!!! I-I n-need to cum!!"

"Awwwwww does my baby need to cum?"

I looked at him with a puppy look, tears in my eyes from the pleasure. His eyes widened and he smirked, bringing my lips to his. I whimpered as he bit my bottom lip and his tongue explored my mouth. Groaning, he left my lips and peppered kisses along my shoulder and back.  

"God, you're so sexy (y/n)~ You can cum~"

The knot building up in my stomach was released as i let loose and came. He thrusted a few more times and came inside me, burying himself right inside. Slowly, he pulled out and hugged me towards him,

"Satisfied with your meal, babe?"

Exhausted, I nodded and lay against him,

"Let's take you to the bathroom, and clean you up?"

I reached up and pecked him on the lips as he carried me bridal style to my bathroom in my dorm,

"Mmm, love you, Neito."

He hesitated, blushing, and continued to walk whilst mumbling,

"Love you too (y/n)."

[peachyteabuck]

what’s your damage (eliot spencer x reader)

summary: after a particularly rough job, eliot turns to you for comfort. 

pairing: eliot spencer x reader

words: 1612

trigger warnings: mention of injury, smut (includes riding, dirty talk, unprotected sex)

notes: thank you to @myhoneybeeheart​ and @lovelycarose​ for listening to me screeching about leverage. you’re both lovely and i will be contacting you the second i begin my next eliot fic 💖💖

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It’s not as if Eliot can’t take a beating. Or torture. Or being Sophie’s punching bag when they needed an aversion so Parker wouldn’t be noticed as she stole whatever the fuck it was they were stealing this time.

But somewhere between Nate resetting his broken nose, taking down three guys with swords (swords!), and scrolling through the entire encrypted folder full of pictures and videos of you and himself in varying states of decency – he just became too much for him. It’s not as if Eliot has some sort of pseudo mental break – it’s just that he normally enters your shared home with more joy, more spark.

He’s always tired when he comes back from jobs, it’s part of the…well, job. But even as you stand in the kitchen and hear his key turn in the lock, you can tell something’s off.

Eliot – quiet as ever – closes the door and turns to look at you and whatever it is you’re eating (or, were eating, since your attention had zeroed in on him the second he texted you that he was “on the way home” in a much easier code than usual), not bothering to see if you follow him to wherever it is he’s going (you do – you always do).

Wordlessly he drops his keys onto the counter, stalking towards the living room before stumbling onto the couch with the grace of a parking structure collapsing during a devasting earthquake – the bags in his hands falling onto the hardwood floor in the same manner. He doesn’t even untie his shoes when usually he takes them off the second he comes in the door.

All of it, everything he had or hadn’t done, pointed to one conclusion: he’s fucking exhausted.

Just as mute as he is, you return to the kitchen to grab the supplies necessary to steal an Eliot.

Once those have been gathered, you find the love of your life in the exact position you left him – nearly asleep even as he sits upright.

He notices when you enter the room, opens his eyes just enough to see the sadness and worry that’s painted your face. He says nothing.

Let me take of you, the look says, handing him the ice pack.

He takes it and places it at the top of his spine, pressing against the couch to keep it in place. Though he remains speechless, the avoidance of eye contact and everything else he’d done up until that moment are enough to tell you that he accepts whatever it is you want to give him.

You start with Eliot’s shoes – untying them before pulling them and his socks off and putting them in the mudroom to be cleaned at a later time. On your way back to the couch you grab the first aid kit from the bathroom along with the small trash can, placing them next to you as you sit next to him.

Neither of you say anything for a long time – the grocery bag nearly filled before Eliot turns to face you.

“Is that my sweatshirt?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

You let out a little snort as you rub the last bit of antiseptic into the scratches on his bicep. You’d have to go to the store soon, you note.

“Yeah,” you leave a small kiss on the part of his arm not mangled and slathered with various over the counter disinfectants. “Made me feel better when I missed you the most.”

Neither of you says much else, especially as you notice the growing bugle in his pants and the hitch in Eliot’s breath when your fingertips graze over the seam there.

You gulp ever so slightly before you unzip his jeans, pulling them down just enough so that you can free his aching cock from its confines. Eliot moans at the rush of cool air, lips barely parted as he desperately tries to strain his bruised ribs. You consider just wrapping your lips around him until he comes down your throat and calling it a night – bruises and cuts on his face nearly too much for you.

But then he begs, and fuck it triggers something deep in you, something you didn’t know existed. Men like Eliot Spencer don’t beg, they barely bargain or negotiate , let alone throw their heads back and twist their hands in your hair so they can lightly tug at the follicles and ask “please, baby” ever so beautifully.

“What?” you ask, furrowed brow and jutted bottom lip the picture of cluelessness as you spit on his cock, slowly jerking him as your pussy tightens around nothing.

Eliot sighs ever so slightly – not annoyed but still frustrated. “Baby, please –,” his eyes roll back as you lick the underside of his shaft. “Fuck I’ve missed that pretty pussy so fucking much please, I love your mouth and your hands but please let me inside of you, it’s all I’ve been thinking about since I left. Please-“

He babbles on while you sit there, stunned. Eliot’s not the most quiet person you’ve ever met, but rarely laid himself bare like that.

Another wave of arousal hits you as you swallow the spit that had gathered on your tongue, nodding silently as you strip yourself of your shorts and Eliot’s sweatshirt before positioning yourself in his lap.

He reaches for you, wincing a little as one of his hands find the back of your neck. It’s not as if he ever had to pull you in for a kiss, but especially now you make the effort to close the gap between the two of you.

Eliot’s hands move to your waist as you guide him inside you, palms and fingertips rough from years of combat and whatever else he got himself into.

“Oh God,” you moan, one of your own hands cupping his face as the other moves to grip at the back of the couch. The rest of your body stays in place – giving both of you a second to savor what you both had been craving for the past seven long, grueling days. “God, I missed this.”

Eliot lets out a small hng as you kiss at his neck, teeth scraping against the stubble on his jaw. “Me t-too,” he manages to get out, brain focused on the feeling of your velvet cunt along with not causing more trauma to his very injured body. It’s a delicate battle between the two most consuming feelings he’s ever had the fortune of being overwhelmed by: adoration for you, and deep, all-encompassing pain. “God, I thought about this nonstop since I left.”

You give a little snort, beginning to move as desperation comes crawling back, settling itself over you skin and in your core. It’s good, so good you’re nearly overwhelmed. But Eliot’s injured, and you’re the only one who can get both of you off, so at least one part of you – however how small – has to remain present.

“That it?” you ask, peppering his face with small kisses as you continue to slowly ride his cock. “That’s all you missed?”

It takes a second for Eliot to respond – brain lost in the euphoria, nearly drowning as your cunt envelopes his cock over and over and over again.

“Missed cuddling you,” he replies eventually, voice even deeper than before. “Missed waking up with you curled up on my ch­-chest, fuck,” you know he’s getting closer, but you refuse to stop - refuse to let him stop, too. “Missed cooking for you and s-seeing you in my clothes.”

You smile, kissing him once more as he continues to rub at your clit. “Is that all?”

Eliot gulps, trying to find that laser focus that allowed him to kick ass but short-circuited the second he crossed the threshold and saw you, swallowed by his sweatshirt with a face filled with concern. “Missed how you moan when my fingers first enter you, how beautiful you look when you come. Missed your tits and how fucking gorgeous you sound when you moan my n­- oh shit-“

He could feel how close you are, how tight you’re becoming around him as the tectonic plates in your abdomen come closer to fracturing with each passing second.

“C’mon, baby,” his thumb circles tighter and tighter around your clit, other hand in a death grip on your hip as your movements become more frantic. “Come for me – come around my cock.”

And, God do you come.

“Eliot!” you scream – whole body spasming as you tighten your grip on him, all of him before collapsing against Eliot, your lips crashing against his as he chases his own release.

“Fuck, fuck-“ he moans into your mouth, panting against your lips. “Fuck, baby I’m-“

He comes inside of you with a long, deep grunt – whole body tensing under you as you remain panting on his chest. There’s a long, sustained silence as he remains inside of you, reveling in the feeling of having you in his arms again. For a long while – most of his life, really – he didn’t think he could have something like this. Even with Aimee it always felt off somehow, something always felt like it was missing whenever they were together.

Eliot’s never had that problem with you. It scared him at first – still does sometimes, too. But moments like these make it worth it.

You’re the one to break the silence, voice soft as you speak.

“As good as you remembered?” you ask, tracing random patterns onto the well-worn t-shirt. You move to kiss Eliot once more, noticing how less tense he seemed.

Eliot smiles despite the pain, pressing his lips to your hairline. “Even better.”

[blushing-freak]

oh dear god, i went for it. this is a mommy kink! credence barebone. i have one OFC for all my fics pertaining to different characters, and this one is named Raelynn Jones.

WARNING: one of the dirtiest things i’ve written so if you’re not okay with that, keep on scrolling

i added aftercare and a soft ending because Credence is a sweet and perfect bean who needs love

and i am considering opening requests for fics if this thing gets a dollop of notes.

anyways, enjoy!

Unless You Ask Me To

The poor thing was shaking, starving for something he couldn't name. Rae pushed into his mind, aligning herself with his thoughts. What she saw was just what she expected.

"You take what they give you, and be grateful. Do not ask for things, do not want. Filthy child." Mary Lou was still a demon on his shoulder, trying to play the angel. Rae growled to herself and pulled out of Credence's mind.

"Credence?" She whispered, earning a little whimper from the man in her arms. It took him so long to be ready to be touched platonically by her. There was still ice to break but it was getting there. "You know it's okay, right?"

He shook his head, his chest heaving gently as Rae trailed her hands from his hair to his waist. Oh, how he wanted it, it was rather astonishing how easily he became aroused by nothing but little touches from a friend. "It's a sin, this is a sin." He whined, trembling still and craning his neck to put his chin on Rae's shoulder, where he could smell her sweet scent better. He only did that when he needed to keep his Obscurus at bay.

Rae could see the tiny tendrils creeping out of his milky skin, his brow furrowing and Rae pressed her lips to his forehead. The tendrils vanished. And Credence sighed, leaning into her lips. "It's natural, Credence darling. It's okay."

She could tell he didn't want to believe it, Mary Lou's voice still hissing in his ear. Rae took a different approach, her lips pressing and sucking at Credence's neck as her hands fell further south, where he was aching and throbbing for it. He whined when she pulled her hands away.

"Baby, you have to be okay with it. I can't continue until you're okay with it." Oh, that nickname made him melt, made him whimper and warmth pooled into his groin.

He wanted to nod, to say it was okay, because he wanted it so bad. Credence was close to just bucking up into her hands, which hovered so closely to his bulge. Her hands brushed the fabric of his trousers, teasing him, and he said something he swore he never would,"Ma~" He gasped and leapt out of Rae's lap, wobbly knees and red faced. "I-I,"

She recovered from her brief shock quickly, and took Credence in his arms once more. "Shh, it's okay. That's okay. It's natural, sweetheart, okay?" He shuddered, her breath tickling his ear, and his hips snapped up to grind against Rae.

He groaned, apologizing profusely, but Rae only hushed him and took him back onto the couch with his back to her chest once again, She kept saying it was okay, and, slowly, Credence believed it. Rae smiled and kissed at his neck, her fingers fumbling over the buttons of his shirt. She pulled Credence's head out of her shoulder and looked him dead in the eye, asking if it was okay.

He nodded, gasping as she deftly undid the buttons and brushed her hands over his chest. He shuddered a sigh and tensed when her slender fingers crossed over his nipple. "Don-don't sta-stop." He breathed, arching into her touch as she pinched the pink nub.

Rae felt a smirk cross her lips as she let her eyes observe Credence, blushing and shaking with want. His dark eyes were half-lidded, pleading, and his pretty lips open, just asking, begging, to be kissed. "So pretty, darling." She whispered between sloppy kisses. "So gorgeous for Mummy."

Credence groaned when she used the word, arching into her hand. "Ple-please." He moaned, bucking his hips into invisible friction.

"Please, what, baby?"

"Touch m-me." The poor boy was blushing to high heaven, gasping when Rae brushes his crotch. She undid the fastenings, slidding the trousers down to his ankles and looking at the wet spot on his briefs.

"How long has it been since you last came, darling?" Credence didn't answer, still trying to find friction. Rae pinned his hips down, earning a whine. "Answer me, please, baby."

"Nev-never done it." He murmured, along with a few apologies.

Rae hushed him, pressing kisses to his neck and temple. "No, no, don't apologize Credence. Is this something you want to do?" He nodded breathlessly, lips looking for anything to latch onto. Rae kisses him with a smile,"Okay, let's go to the bedroom."

Rae had lived alone for so long, staying over at Tina and Queenie's every now and then. It felt odd to take Credence, the shyest man she had ever met, to her bedroom to do things she hadn't imagined she would do with him.

Slowly, she unbuttoned her flannel, knowing that Credence was watching and growing more needy by the second. She was a little surprised when two shaky hands found their way onto her hips. "I-I wanna taste you."

Rae mocked a gasp,"That's filthy, darling." She chuckled, making sure Credence knew she was only teasing. "And you can, as long as you let me take care of you first." He nodded into her shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her shoulder.

"Good boy." Rae felt him shudder. "Now, on the bed and legs spread." He obeyed, faltering only to fully strip. He laid on his front, and Rae squeezed his ass carefully. "Flip over, baby."

Credence obeyed, rolling onto his back. Rae finally got a good look at the tent in his briefs, smiling as it twitched every so often. "It hurts." He mumbled, blushing in embarrassment.

"Sorry, baby." She hummed, climbing into the bed so she could kiss Credence before settling between his legs. He gasped as she kissed along his thigh. "You looked so pretty, I had to stare." With that, she pulled down the briefs, letting his cock spring out. Rae kept mumbling how pretty he was, how gorgeous he looked, cock simply aching for it.

Credence moaned as Rae pumped him slowly, daring to press a kiss or two to his swollen head. When she finally wrapped his lips around the head, he bucked up, moaning softly. Rae took him so well, his cock relishing in the wet heat of her mouth.

Rae pulled off, crawling up to kiss a desperate Credence. "I wanna see." He whimpered into the kiss, hands trailing up her shoulders to the strap of her bra.

So bold, Rae thought, smirking. "Alright, sweetheart." She unhooked the clasps in the back and let it fall off her shoulders. Credence's cheeks darkened, his hand wandering from her shoulder to grope her breast. But he hesitated, looking to Rae for permission,"It's okay, do what feels natural."

Nodding, he cupped her breast and leaned in. Rae moaned as his pretty lips suckled on her nipple. Credence was moaning too, quickly letting go of her breast and settling pressing his face into the soft flesh as he rutted against Rae. "Mommy~"

She couldn't help but smile down at Credence, who was getting completely lost in the sensation of his dick beneath her panties. He whined when she raised her hips, cutting off his delicious friction. Rae tsked, sliding her panties off her hips and exposing her clit. "Did you wanna taste Mummy?"

He nodded helplessly as Rae pushed him further down on the bed so she could lower herself near his mouth. Credence latched onto her clit and sucked like it would be his last meal. "Oh! So good, baby, so good for Mummy." She moaned, noticing Credence's hips bucking up into nothing. His hands were on her hips, shaking with want.

He didn't whine when she pulled away, Rae didn't give him time. She sank down on his cock before he could comprehend it. All that stretching was finally paying off. Rae thought, moaning as Credence's cock filled her completely.

"Ma~" Credence gasped, and Rae was quick to catch his mouth in a kiss. Their tongues fought playfully, Credence always leaning forward when Rae leaned back just a little. They were both gasping for air when they parted.

Rae smiled and started rolling her hips,"You like how Mummy's cunt feels on your cock?" He nodded weakly, his wet and red lips still open as he moaned. "Let me know when you're close, darling. Mummy wants all your cum inside."

Credence barely heard her, too busy chasing his high. He sat up as much as he could to suck on Rae's breast, his hips snapping up between Rae's legs. "Mommy, it feels so good." He moaned against her chest, cock unintentionally ramming right up into Rae, right into her sweet spot.

"Oh, god." She gasped, arms starting to shake as Credence pounded her cunt. This boy had more strength than he knew. "Oh, god, Credence!" He tilted his head up, asking for a kiss. Rae didn't hesitate to oblige.

He pulled away, pressing his forehead to Rae's. "I'm gonna," He moaned loudly, his thrusts getting more and more frantic.

Rae smiled, peppering him with kisses and rolling her hips as well. "Cum for me, baby. Let go, it's okay. Mummy's here, Mummy's got you." Credence wailed as his head fell against her chest, as Rae felt his hot seed fill her. She hushed him gently, rubbing her hands over his trembling shoulders and kissing wherever she could.

She pulled off slowly and Credence went to lap up his own cum automatically. Rae chuckled lovingly,"Such a good boy, darling." She ran a hand though his inky hair, shuddering as his tongue prodded and poked at her clit.

"Thank you." He murmured, cautiously looking up at Rae.

She chuckled again and kissed him gently,"Always, baby. Now, let's cleaned up." She slid off the bed, stretching and helping Credence who was still a little wobbly.

They went to the bathroom and Rae turned on the warm water. While the tub filled up, Rae bent down to rummage through the cabinets. She pulled out a few bottles Credence didn't really know the names of. Maybe she explained them with those loving words Credence adored but he was rather tired and only nodded along.

Rae noticed and kissed his forehead,"I know you're tired, baby. But we have to clean up. Could you stay awake for a little longer?" He nodded, placing his head in her shoulder, smiling as she kissed him again and again.

When the tub was full and the water was nicely warm, Rae squeezed Credence's knee, who had closed his eyes for a few moments. "Come one." She whispered, climbing into the water. Credence followed, happily sitting between Rae's legs.

For the first time in a long time, Credence was relaxed and content and happy. He sighed as Rae washed his hair and sat in bliss as she washed herself as well. He was practically drunk on the scents of Rae and the soaps she used when she pulled the drain and stood up with Credence.

She wrapped a towel around herself, dried her hair with a quick spell and wrapped Credence in a big fluffy towel. The peppering of kisses was a mere bonus compared to how loved Rae was making him feel. And she said it so many times, in whispers and between laughs and kisses.

Credence laid in bed, listening to her heartbeat, as Rae hummed a soft lullaby. To the tune of her humming she sang to him, making him laugh with the last line.

"I love you, my darling.

Always and forever, I promise you.

I'm never ever leaving you, my sweet thing.

Not unless you ask me to.

Never unless you ask me to."

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Never Too Late to Be Elite

A/N: What started with a visit from Kenny became, through a conversation with @mox-made-me-do-it​, a crossover between my Take Me Saga and In a Day or Two.  

  “Unc’a Kenny,” Nicole said, climbing up onto the sofa next to him. She had her stuffed Mickey in her arms as she curled up against his side. Kenny tucked his arm around her and dropped a kiss onto the top of her head.

           “Hey, Bug,” he said, grinning. “What’re you doing?”

           I grinned as I watched my husbands’ best friend snuggle Nicole, tickling her and making her laugh and squeal. Besides her Dada and her Papa, Kenny was her favorite person in the whole world. Whenever we went to shows, there was only one thing she wanted—and that was to find her Uncle Kenny and stay wherever he was until the night was over. It was adorable, really. And Kenny was fantastic with her—with all our kids really—and he treated her like a princess. She got piggyback rides and tossed up in the air and got to sit in the production area with too-big headphones on as Kenny watched the matches.

           Matt stood nearby at the stove manning a pot of pasta noodles and browning hamburger. I had my hands covered in onions and peppers. It was one of the only times that all of them had free that they could get together. Kenny had flown in from Winnipeg the day before, and we were expecting Adam Page and his wife, Emily, from Virginia any time. A big dinner was called for, and I was pulling out all the stops with Matt’s help.

           Nick was on kid duty while Matt and I cooked. He was camped out on the sofa with Kenny, a Clippers game on the TV and a fussy RJ in his lap and Leo rolling around in the floor with Oreo. Mattie was in her room cleaning out Bandit and Ranger’s cages so she could bring them out to see our guests.

           “Pway,” Nicole said, grinning up at Kenny. She batted her blue eyes at him, and I watched that big softy just melt into pieces. He rolled his eyes playfully and snatched up the discarded Switch from the table.

           “What’re we playing, Nik?”

           “Ammimmawls,” my daughter mumbled, tapping the screen with her finger.

           Kenny laughed and kissed the top of her head. “Animal Crossing it is then.”

           I crossed behind Matt in the kitchen and pulled out a pan to bake the spaghetti. “Is Shaye coming?” I whispered, low enough that Kenny couldn’t hear.

           Matt shrugged. “No idea. Kenny hasn’t said anything about her for weeks.” My husband glanced over his shoulder to where his friend was thoroughly entertaining our daughter with videogames. “I don’t know what’s going on with them. But it’ll be good for him to not have to think about it for a while.”

           My heart broke for our friend. I’d seen Kenny with Shaye Walker once, and there was no denying that he loved her. It was obvious in the way he looked at her. “It’s not going to be weird for him when Adam and Emily show up?”

           “Hopefully the kids can keep his mind off it. Nikki’s not going to leave him alone,” Matt replied, “and Mattie’s going to make him play with Ranger and Bandit when she gets their cages cleaned out.”

           I sighed and leaned up to kiss Matt’s cheek. “I hope things work out for them. Kenny really loves her.”

***

           “Tea,” Matt shouted down the hall. He was standing at the front door, grinning out at the newest arrivals to the Jackson compound. I glanced out the kitchen window and caught sight of Adam Page’s sandy blond hair as he passed by. “Somebody’s here to see you.”

           “Paaaaapaaaa,” our daughter whined, sticking her head out of her bedroom door. “I’m trying to take care of Bandit and Ranger.”

           Two sets of cowboy boots stepped across the threshold. Emily King—now Emily Page—grinned and waved her hellos at everyone. Matt gave her a one-armed hug and gestured her into the house. Adam got a fist bump and a head nod at Kenny and Nick. Oreo barked at the new arrivals, but was quickly re-distracted by Lee and a squeaky bone.

           “Sounds like somebody’s got some animals in the house,” Adam said, his voice booming against the rafters. It had a warm Southern twang to it that always made me smile.

           I waited a split second, and then, from the end of the hall… “Uncle Adam!”

           I peeked out just in time to see Mattie racing toward Adam, who had his arms out. He swung our seven-year-old up off her feet and squeezed her into a tight hug, kissing the side of her head.

           “Uncle Adam,” she said as soon as she was on her feet again. She wrapped one of Adam’s hands in both of hers and started tugging. “Come look. Dad and Papa got me two hamsters. You have to see them. Come see them. Come on!”

           Adam looked over his shoulder and grinned indulgently at his wife. I watched Emily beam back at him, her eyes bright with love.

           “Don’t hurt his hand, Mattie! We’ve got a match next week,” Nick shouted after them as he stood up, RJ on his hip. He sauntered over to hug Emily hello and was highly surprised when RJ stretched out his arms toward her. “I’ll be damned. He doesn’t go to anybody.”

           Emily smiled. “Kindergarten teacher, Nick,” she replied. “They can sense it.”

           She bounced RJ in her arms as she walked over to the sofa and took up Nick’s empty spot. Kenny glanced over and grinned at her, his attention still nearly wholly occupied by Nicole. Lee hopped up between them and started telling Emily all about Oreo and the tricks he could do, all while the dog splayed out on his belly at their feet.

           Nick slipped into the kitchen and started picking apples from the bowl. I reached out and slapped him in the wrist with a spatula. “You’re not going to have any dessert if you keep that up,” I teased.

           He grinned at me and pressed a kiss against my cheek. “You know you don’t mean that,” he said against my throat. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me tight.

           “Well, I can’t make an apple pie if I don’t have any apples, Nick,” I replied, grinning at him. “And then you really won’t have dessert.”

           Matt laughed and thumped his brother hard in the ribs as he went by, stopping to give me a kiss on the cheek.

***

           “Alright, let’s hit it,” Nick said, standing in the middle of the living room. He whistled and clapped a couple times. Then repeated it all over again. Mattie came tearing down the hallway, dragging Adam behind her. Nicole kicked against Kenny’s shins and wiggled out of his lap to come stand at beside her Dada. Lee turned backwards and scooted off into the floor, then crawled over to Nick. “Table it!”

           Adam, Emily, and Kenny fell in line behind the kids. The dining table was groaning under cheesy baked spaghetti, homemade garlic breadsticks, salad, and a lattice apple pie that almost didn’t make it. Matt made drinks for the kids while Emily and I got the guys set up with something. Nick got a wriggling, not very happy RJ into his high-chair.

           “Hey, Mama,” Matt said, slipping in beside me. I leaned against his side, feeling exhaustion start to slip in. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my hair. “Go sit down. You’ve earned a rest. Nick and I’ve got cleanup tonight”

           I kissed him on the cheek and went to sit down. Kenny grinned as he filled his plate to overflowing. “Are you okay, Y/N? You look pale.”

           “I’m good, Ken. Just tired.”

           Adam passed the plate of breadsticks down the table. “You didn’t have to go so big just for us,” he said.

           “This isn’t much more than a normal dinner for us,” I replied, gesturing around the table. “At least Nicole’s eating breadsticks now.”

           Nick grinned and gestured his fork at our youngest daughter. “Only because Uncle Kenny likes them.”

           Kenny looked down at Nicole and held out his breadstick. She grinned and chomped a bite off the end. “Because Y/N’s breadsticks are the best.”

           “Uh huh,” Nicole said, nodding.

           Emily smiled as she looked around the table at our family. I watched her take Adam’s hand and lean against his shoulder. He grinned and pressed a kiss on the top of her head, lingering with his nose in her hair and a smile of sweet contentment on his face. I glanced sideways at Kenny, happy to see that he was engrossed in keeping Nicole occupied by sword fighting with breadsticks. Most of the time, I’d tell the kids not to play with their food, but it was keeping Kenny smiling I wouldn’t complain.

           Kenny looked back at me, his brow furrowed. “Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N?”

           Matt glanced over at Kenny’s words, his dark eyes going worried as he looked me over. “Nick,” he said sternly, snapping at his brother to get his attention.

           Before I knew it, both were right behind me. I felt them lift my chair and pull it back from the table. Nick crouched down beside me, his hands skimming my cheeks. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

           I sighed. “I’m fine. I promise.”

           “Mama, you’re pale,” Matt said, stroking my hair. “You’re tired. Go lie down. We’ve got this covered.”

           “Y/N, I’m sorry if we put too much on you by coming,” Emily said, looking over at Adam. “We can help clean up. I don’t mind.”

           “I’m fine, guys,” I said looking between the two of them. “I promise, I’m fine.”

           “You’re not fine, Sunshine,” Nick added. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

           “I’m not going to pass out. I’m not sick,” I said frustratedly. “I’m pregnant.”

           For a moment, everything was quiet. I looked from Matt to Nick and back again. I forgot that Adam and Kenny and Emily were even there. The only thing that really mattered was the look on my husbands’ faces as the news made sense to them. They watched me for a while before wrapping me in a hug that completely engulfed me. I felt Nick crying against my shoulder, and Matt pressing kisses over and over against my hair.

           “You’re kidding,” Nick said through tears. “You’re kidding us, right?”

           I shook my head, afraid for the first time since the first time that this would be unwelcome news. Matt took my face in his hands and grinned, his brown eyes glittering. “That’s fantastic.”

           I glanced up and saw that Adam had his arm wrapped tight around Emily, looking down at her with nothing but absolute pure love in his eyes. My heart skipped a beat, hoping for only good things for them. Kenny smiled back at us, but I could see the sadness underneath.

           “I wanted to wait until later,” I said, looking at our friends sheepishly. “But you two can’t let something go.”

           Kenny ducked his head. “My bad, Y/N.”

           “No, Ken, it’s fine. They’d have said something even—”

           The doorbell rang. Matt, Nick, and I looked at each other, confused. “Were your parents coming?” I asked.

           “No,” Nick said, looking toward the door. He pressed a kiss to my hair and stood. Matt watched him go, a small smile on his face.

           I could hear murmuring by the door and then saw Nick come back around the corner. He was grinning just like his brother. “Hey, Ken? There’s someone at the door for you.”

           “Me?” Kenny asked, brows knitting together. He shrugged and stood up, only have Nicole latch around his waist. Rolling his eyes indulgently, Kenny hooked her around his neck in a piggyback ride and squeezed past Nick to the door.

           Silence, then the sound of Kenny’s dumbstruck voice. “Shaye?”

Tag List (tagging everyone for all the stories since it’s a crossover)

@mox-made-me-do-it​ @not-that-kinda-gurl08​ @lilred91​ @imagineall-the-fandoms​ @waywardstrong​ @lakamaa12​

[theatrelove3000]

Would and Will

I went through a phase where I loved the idea of the Avengers going out to party so I have a few that are similar. This one was written not long after Hey Baby. I also wrote smut with this one but I didn’t include it in this copy of the fic.

Background: Noelle and Loki were “Bound” by a witch in Alfheim after a battle they fought in. This means that the witch split each of their souls in half and one half switched places. Noelle has half of Loki’s soul and vise versa. They can feel each others emotions and hear each others thoughts Noelle is also Half Asgardian, half Midgardian. Her father is Tyr and her mother is of Midgard.

Summary: Noelle and Loki go out partying with the Avengers and spend the day in their apartment the day after. They even have a guest.

Warnings: Implied smut, swearing probaby, fluffy fluff fluff.

Would and Will

Noelle POV:

Loki and I are laughing hysterically as we stumble into our room at Stark Tower. He catches my arm before I fall down completely and starts chuckles at the face I make. I slip off my five inch heels and just sit on the floor with my back to the dresser and pull him to sit down with me. He is unbuttoning his shirt as I lay my head on his shoulder.

The Avengers happened to all be off duty at the same time so they decided that we must all go out and spend a little "family time", as Tony called it, together. We found a really cool bar not far from the Tower and decided to go. Loki didn't want to go, he would have preferred to sit at home and be antisocial with his books but Thor and I managed to convince him to come along. All the Avengers met in the lobby and were driven in a limo by Happy to the bar. Of course, Tony had offered to buy out the bar for the night but Pepper told him it would be good if we had some social interaction with people not on the team.

We had a blast. We drank, we danced, we laughed. By the end of the night, Steve and Nat were all over each other and at that point, we decided to take our leave. The car wouldn't start and eventually Nat looked at all of us and says, "Guys, we have saved the world how many times? We can walk the 3 blocks back to the Tower." Then loops her arm through Clint's and starts walking back to the Tower. Now, imagine a group of 12 drunk adults that are famous for their powers walking down the street, hanging all over each other. Wanda is on Vision's back, Steve and Bucky have their arms around each other, Thor has his arms around Bruce and Loki's shoulders while Loki is holding my hand, and Nat and Clint follow Pepperony. Tony and Pepper seem to be the least intoxicated of all of us and are walking arm in arm like the power couple of the century as they lead the way back to Stark Tower. All of us were goofing off and darting around like kids on a field trip and just laughed loudly the whole walk home. The only thing I can say, other than I had more fun with my friends tonight than I have had in a long time, is thank goodness we were walking back at around two in the morning because we were in no shape to deal with people coming up to us and ask for pictures.

Loki nudges me, bringing me back to reality. "Hello? Where did you go?"

"Sorry, sorry. What were you saying?"

"I was thanking you for forcing me to attend. Though I hate to admit it, I had a splendid time."

I grin and curl into his side, "I'm so glad!"

His arms snake around me and pull me onto his lap and I get slightly light headed. He laughs and wraps an arm around my back before I fall over. "I also," he adds in my ear, "thoroughly enjoyed Midgardian dancing."

I blush and giggle nervously. I remember him asking about dancing on Earth when we were on Asgard when I first got there but he never really experienced it, except what he saw in my head.

"I'm happy I got to show you then." I tell him with a teasing smile.

"As much as I adore Asgard, I could definitely grow accustomed to residing here on this planet." He lays his head on top of mine.

"So you think Earth could be your home, then?"

"No," He replies quietly, "I said I could reside here. My home is wherever you are, darling."

My vision gets misty and I kiss his jaw. He turns my head and captures my lips with his. My arms wrap around his neck. My fingers tangle themselves in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper. He lifts me up and carries me to the bed. He never breaks the kiss. He lays me down, climbing on top of me. I push his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and toss it to the floor, running my hands over his chiseled chest and arms. His mouth finally moves from mine but never leaves my skin, trailing down my cheek, my ear, my neck, my throat.

"Loki," I sigh quietly in his ear. It only makes him more forceful.

He pulls one strap of my dress down and just as he goes for the zipper there is a knock at the door. He ignores it at first but the knocking becomes more persistent. He groans, letting his head fall on my shoulder before standing and takes a deep breath before opening the door.

"Brother! I have found you! Why have you snuck away? You are supposed to be in the glass box thing because you tried to kill New York." At this point I can't help but laugh at Thor's drunken state and I can see Loki is trying to keep it together. I stand up and walk over to Thor. But before I could say anything, "LADY NOELLE! When did you get here?! Has Loki kidnapped you? For shame, Brother!"

Loki just loses his cool in every sense of the term. He has to sit down on the floor so he doesn't fall over while poor humongous Thor looks very confused indeed.

"Thor, why don't we take a walk? We can catch up a bit before I see the Avengers tomorrow."

His face changes from confusion to childish delight and he offers me his arm. I take it and escort him to his room, explaining that I have been an Avenger, along with Loki, for a while now. He starts tearing up because of how proud he is of his brother. When we finally reach his room, I put him to bed the way I have seen his mother do when he was a child through memories of her and walk out, turning off the lights. He is snoring before I close the door.

I shut the door to Thor's room but before I could turn around, I feel an arm around my waist and a hand over my mouth so I don't scream. My body tenses and I start to try and escape the person's grasp.

"Don't scream, it's me." Loki whispers in my ear. I calm a bit in his grip and he moves his hand from my mouth down my body, ending at my hip.

"Don't relax, too much, darling. I'm not done with you yet." He growls in my ear. I turn around in his arms and pull his face to mine.

'Jump.' He whispers into my mind. I do as I'm told and wrap my legs around his waist. He walks us back to our room and locks the door behind him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Loki POV:

The sun is streaming into the room when I awaken. I slowly become aware of my body and the pain thundering through my head, then the little body next to me, breathing lightly.

I roll onto my side and pull her into my chest, burying my face in her hair. She makes a small sound and cuddles into me, pulling my arm tighter around her. I smile and start to go back to sleep when someone knocks on the door.

Loudly.

So much for that plan.

The knocking makes Noelle stir and groan. I put a hand on her waist to still her before getting up to address the knocking. Pulling on my pants, I make my way to the door. Upon opening it, I see the blonde-haired buffoon of a brother standing before me.

I roll my eyes at him, shutting the door. Before I can get it all the way closed, Thor wedges his foot into the open space and forces his way in with loud, boisterous laughter. I shush him but it's no use. The man has no volume control.

I hear Noelle move in the bed and turn to see her open her eyes. The light in the room must have made the headache that I can feel she has worse because she moans, swears and turns her face into the pillow. Looking back at Thor, I notice the blush on his face as he saw the state she was in. In most relationships a man has with his brother, if the man were to walk in to find a naked woman in his brother's bed, he would congratulate him.

Unless this man sees the woman in his brother's bed as a sister. Then it is more amusing for said brother to watch the man embarrass himself.

I chuckle at the face he makes. "Have you learned your lesson on barging into someone's room unannounced?" I ask him softly. He nods but stays put, not picking up on my hint to take his leave.

"My apologies, Brother. I came to collect you both for breakfast but it seems as though you will be skipping it."

"Thor, sweetie, if you don't shut the hell up I will punch you in the throat." Noelle's muffled voice says from the bed. I laugh and immediately regret it because of the glare I receive. Thor shuts his mouth and leaves the room as I crawl back over to Noelle.

"How are you feeling, darling?" I whisper as quietly as I can.

"Shhh, that was way too loud. You're practically screaming." She says covering my mouth with one hand and putting the other to her temple, shutting her eyes.

I contain another laugh and pull her to me, laying my hand on her head where her hand was before. I hear her sigh in relief and I know the spell is working. I smile at her and stroke her silky hair.

We must have fallen asleep again because the next time I open my eyes, she is gone. When she walks back in she is in my button up from last night and a pair of sleep shorts. She has two plates in one hand, and two containers of water in the other. Seeing me awake, she kisses me and hands me a plate along with the oddly shaped water container. I look at the plate and am delighted to find my favorite Midgardian food: pizza.

"Good morning, dove." I say to her as she climbs back into the bed beside me as I sit up to take the food and drink.

"I think you mean afternoon. It's nearly one in the afternoon." She giggles then winces slightly.

"Still have a headache, then?" I ask her, moving some hair out of her eyes.

"It isn't as bad as it was this morning. I need to eat before I decide whether or not to take something for the pain. What about you?" She asks, reaching over the bedside table to retrieve what she calls the remote for the Television, "Are you as hungover as the rest of us?"

I chuckle and shake my head, "I may have been a bit ill this morning but I recovered quickly."

She rolls her eyes playfully and I pull her into my side. I drape one arm around her shoulders and she curls into my side. She turns on a show about a man in New Jersey who makes cakes that look like things. She seems happy so I am glad to watch it with her.

Her little device that she keeps trying to talk me into getting begins to buzz. She picks it up to look at it and smiles. She shows me that she received a message from Steve that is an image of his lover, Bucky. In this image, Bucky is laying halfway off the leather sofa in the living room of the Tower. His legs are on the sofa but the majority of his body is halfway off of it, his dark locks spilling about him on the floor. He looks to be asleep. It is a rather funny image for the normally brooding man.

The little thing makes a noise again and she reads the message she received from the Spiderling.

"Peter would like to come hang out with us, if you are alright with that. Tony isn't here to entertain him and though he loves the others, it's hard for him to be around them without fangirling too much."

"I only understood about a third of what you said but I do know that I rather like the little Spiderling. He may come in here if he wishes but I do request that you put on some clothes." I tell her as I glance down at her bare legs. The shorts barely go down passed her arse. I am the only one allowed to see that and I would like to keep it that way. Noelle chuckles at my thought but stands up and finds some pants, muttering, "So possessive." Under her breath.

Before I realize what I did, I am right behind her and snake my arms around her waist, earning a squeal of surprise from her. "I am possessive;" I breathe in her ear, "I was never one to share." I kiss her neck right under her ear. She reaches up behind her and runs her fingers through my hair, sighing. This only makes the fire flare up more.

Before I can do anything else, she pulls away and puts some clothing on. Just as she finishes with her jeans, the little Spiderling walks in. He knocks first but doesn't wait for an answer. I suppose he could hear what was happening with his Peter-Tingle or whatever his Aunt and the Avengers have taken to calling it.

"Hi, Pete. You bored with Steve and Bucky?" She wraps her arm around his shoulders in a side hug. He puts his head on her shoulder and arm around her torso, hugging back. It looks a bit funny because he has to bend down because of her height. He certainly isn't tall in any sense in the word but she isn't either.

"No, they just aren't as fun as you and-" he stops suddenly as we make eye contact, "MR. LOKI!" he shouts, causing Noelle to wince as he jumps away from her side as though she had electrocuted him. I smirk at him as I read what had caused him to panic. He thought I would become jealous of him touching My Noelle. Silly boy.

"Hello, Little Spiderling. How are you? Feeling a bit guilty, are we?" I do my best to keep from laughing at the shade of red his face turns.

"He's kidding, Peter. Ignore him." I look at Noelle, who knows what I am doing, as usual, and has an eyebrow raised at me. She is very protective of the boy. Understandably so considering all that he has been through for a child of his age.

Peter Parker glances at me skeptically before returning to Noelle's side, slightly behind her this time, I notice. Noelle giggles and drags him to the sofa in our room that is not far from the bed. She sits next to the boy in a way that made him feel protected but also invites me to sit beside her.

With a snap of my fingers, I have a dark green t-shirt on top of the black sleep pants Noelle had bought me for situations like the one we were in this morning. I make my way over to the seat and pull her into my side as she flicks through the shows and argues with Peter on what they should watch. They eventually settle on a show I have never seen before. Probably for good reason, too. It is called Once Upon A Time. It seems that Noelle has a bit of a crush on one of the characters: a pirate by the name of Captain Hook or Killian Jones as the blonde lead calls him.

The show is interesting enough, full of magic and mystery and adventure. Nothing compared to the books I read but very good considering it's Midgardian origin.

By the time the fifth season of the show is over, Noelle has fallen asleep with her back to my chest, face turned into my neck, and Peter Parker sleeps with his head in her lap. I decide to let Peter sleep there and create an illusion of Noelle and myself so as to not disturb his slumber until I get Noelle situated. I lift her easily into my arms and her arms instinctively snake around my neck. I lay her down in the bed and cover her with the green sheets before returning to the boy.

I am rather skilled in moving sleeping people, considering I have moved Noelle as she slumbers often, so he does not awake as I rearrange him so he may be more comfortable and cover him with the blanket Noelle keeps on the back of the sofa. I send a message to the Avengers to tell them where he is so they do not panic at not finding him in his room. As soon as I am sure Peter is comfortable and sound asleep, I return to my own bed, where Noelle has awoken and is sitting there, watching me care for the child.

I spot her grinning at me and crawl over to her, casting a silencing spell around the bed as I do, so our talking does not wake Peter.

"Why did you not make it known to me that you were awake?" I whisper, though I know that it does not matter how loud I am. The spell is strong enough to cover screams.

"I wanted to watch you be a mom without disturbing you." She giggles and pulls herself across the bed to reach me. She doesn't need to work that hard. As soon as she is close enough, I wrap my arms around her waist and drag her to me. We sit together like that for a moment before what she called me registers fully.

"Darling, did you call me a mom?" I ask, smiling down at her.

"I did," she laughs, "that's what you were just doing. You were moming the 'Little Spiderling.'"

"I was not aware that caring for youth was considered parenting in this Realm."

She smirks, "What you just did was more than caring for him. You sat there to make sure he was asleep and rubbed his hair as you walked away."

I was not aware that I did that. I think about it for a moment. It is not as though I do not know how to parent a child. I had a son before but he never grew to be Peter's age. I do miss him everyday.

"You miss being a dad. It's understandable, Loki. It's a terrible thing to lose a child, especially the way you lost Nari." The sound of his name coming from Noelle's voice calms my raging mind. I turn my head and kiss her. She is cautious but eventually gives in. I lay down, pulling her on top of me. She pulls away for air and rests her head on my chest, her hand over my heart. I play with her fingers with one hand and draw patterns on her back with the other. She smiles slightly and I feel love course through our connection.

"Would you marry me?" I say softly.

She stops moving for a moment before replying.

"Yes."

I grin. I feel her confusion through the connection. She thinks that was a very uncharacteristic way for me to prop- "Darling, do you think so little of me to believe that was a proposal?"

She looks up at me with a raised eyebrow. "Is that not what that was?"

I chuckle, "I asked if you would marry me, not will you marry me. There is a difference."

"You cannot be serious." She laughs.

I give her a serious look, "Dead serious." She giggles, I pull her tighter into my side, "Believe me, Love. When I propose to you, you will know." I kiss her forehead and feel the joy and adoration vibrate through her to me.

I begin humming and she falls asleep quickly. I follow soon behind her, hearing her slow steady breathing, feeling at home.

[smallerinfinities]

In Her Louboutins

a/n: Yes! This IS a follow-up to In His Calvins (link in masterlist)! This is also a belated present for my dearest @harryandmolly for her Shawniversary. Molly loves a little soft sub!Shawn. So it is only right that I give her this to celebrate one year with our boy ❤

warnings: 2.7k of filthy sub!Shawn smut (with a little switch)

“I’m at the end of my rope, I need your help.”

Tightening the belt on your trench coat, you thought about your earlier phone call with Andrew. Gertler, manager extraordinaire, had been panicking. He knew something was wrong with Shawn, was pretty sure how to fix it, but needed to call you to make sure. His international rockstar had been moping for days. They’d been on the road for weeks now, stopping every other day for a hotel night but always on the move, never long enough for you to come and visit. You had to be in LA for your job, no negotiations. Not even international rockstar sized ones.

You hadn’t seen him in almost two months, not since the Calvin Klein shoot.

It had been excruciating for both of you. Shawn had been sounding more and more tired on the phone with every passing day but you hadn’t thought it would spread beyond that. He was usually so good at compartmentalizing. But Andrew said he could see it in Shawn’s performances, see it in his face every morning meeting fans outside the hotel. The army was starting to notice. Andrew had deemed it necessary to take extraordinary measures and pick up the phone, beg you to take a long weekend and come out.

So that’s how you ended up here, in this luxury elevator headed up to Shawn’s room. A complete and total surprise. You impatiently clicked your red-bottomed heel against the marble-tiled floor, the lift attendant giving you an annoyed side stare. When the elevator opened finally onto a floor of keyed suites, you sighed in relief. The carpet in the hall muffled the sound of your shoes as you walked down the hall, searching for room 2504. When you finally found it, nestled in the corner, you had to pause and take a  deep breath. You closed your eyes, counting to ten and burying the nerves. Opening them, a confidence settled in your shoulders and an ache throbbed between your legs. He was right behind that door. Shawn. You made a fist and knocked. A couple of seconds passed. You knocked again, a little more urgent. Irritated rustling sounded behind the door before you heard the lock pop.

“What the fuck, Andrew,” he started before even opening the door, “it’s still hours before we’re supposed to go—” His mouth hung open, caught on wherever they were supposed to go this evening. You’d never seen his honey-brown eyes so wide before.

He looked fucking delicious. Clearly just woken up from a nap, he was shirtless, that light dusting of chest hair a little less manicured since the last time you saw it. A pair of gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, just low enough to see your favorite pair of black Calvins peeking out. His curls were unkempt, sticking out in crazy angles like he’d already been fucked today. It was evidence of how fitful his sleep had been. You were glad that was about to change.

“Hey, Shawn,” you said, looking like the cat that ate the canary. Your confidence surged like it always did around him as you tapped a finger underneath his chin, a signal for him to close it. He snapped his mouth shut, not daring to speak a word and shatter the moment in case you were a hallucination, an oasis in the middle of his depression desert.

“I’m here, baby,” you read his mind, pushing a little on his chest to back him into the room, closing the door behind you, “just for you.” As soon as you flipped the lock, he was on you, pressing you into the wall next to the couch in the suite. His mouth immediately latched onto the valley above your collarbone, licking and sucking, tasting the sweet skin he’d been missing for weeks on end. He whimpered desperately, clawing at the fabric wrapping your body. When he untied the belt on your coat and let it fall open, he sucked in a quick breath and held it, hands stilling.

“Oh my God, what are you wearing?” He stepped back, his eyes roaming your body shamelessly. You couldn’t blame him.

“Oh, this? You like it?”

You had to admit, changing in the airplane bathroom had been difficult but the look on his face in this moment was worth it. Underneath the coat, you weren’t wearing much of anything. Just a black lace demi-bra and a black lace thong. That wasn’t what had him gasping. It was the garter belt. The garter belt that led to a pair of little fishnet thigh-highs trapped inside your six-inch—

“Honey...are those...Louboutins?” You could hear him swallow in the quiet of the room. You popped your foot back to show him the bottoms, the distinct red color flashing in the low light. An involuntary groan erupted from his chest.

“Jesus fuck.” His forehead dropped against yours, his breathing ragged. You didn’t need to see his pants tenting to know that he was painfully hard for you.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he whined, his fingers exploring your stomach with a touch so light it was just a whisper against your skin, a promise of more. So much more.

You let your coat fall off your shoulders, where it pooled on the floor, quickly forgotten. He was so hungry, so eager to get you into his bed. Eager to please you.

“Shawn, baby,” you tugged on his curls to halt his frantic sucking on your neck, a mark sure to blossom by morning, “look at me.” He reluctantly pulled away and looked down at you. His eyes had darkened, dark chocolate, almost black pools brimming with desire. You took his hand and walked him into the bedroom, pushing him to sit in front of you on the edge of the bed. The sheets and blankets were rustled and half strewn onto the hotel floor. You wondered the last time he had a good night’s sleep, probably the last time you held him in your arms. He’d rest this weekend—but he was going to have to work for it first.

“Tell me what you want,” you said, firm but with a sweet like to your voice, “and I’ll decide if I'm going to give it to you.”

“Uhm…” he chewed on his full lower lip, the sight making your thighs unconsciously rub together. You desperately needed friction and were about to lose patience with the tease in front of you. He rubbed his hands over the top of his thighs, still wearing those damn sweatpants, “I want…” he was dragging this out, suddenly nervous, “I wanna taste you.”

You had to bite back a moan, not wanting him to know how much his coy behavior affected you. Instead, you smiled and leaned down to remove your shoes.

“No!” Shawn objected, taking you by surprise, “I want you to keep those on!”

“Kinky boy,” you crawled onto the bed, stalking past him like a lioness taunting her prey. Settling against the headboard, you planted your heeled feet into the rumpled sheets, your thighs spread wide and waiting for him. Slick moisture clung to the lace fabric, evidence of what he was doing to you. “Now come up here and worship me.”

He clamored up the bed between your thighs, peppering kisses on the soft skin until he reached the promised land. At first, he just looked at you. You could feel his hot breath, feel his gaze lingering. He ran his nose up your covered slit, the hint of friction sending you into a fit of moans. Unable to take his teasing anymore, you had to remind him who was in charge.

“Shawn,” your tone was firm, commanding. He stopped to look up, struggling to not glance down at your pussy, and waited, fingers gently caressing the inside of your thighs.

“Rip them.”

“What?” his eyes were unfocused, unable to process what you said when your pretty pink cunt was right there.

“You heard me,” you held his chin between your fingers, forcing him to listen, “be a good boy and rip my fucking panties off.”

An inhuman growl forced its way out of his chest. He took a fistful of the fabric, taking care to run the back of his fingers up and down your drenched heat, and quickly yanked the lace from your body. The sound of fabric ripping and the quick bite of it against your skin caused you to hiss. He pressed his hands flat against your inner thighs and forced them all the way open, your knees butterflied flat against the bed.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered before he lost himself in you. The sensation was immediate, from nothing to everything, shallow breath to heavy mewls, you struggled against his hands. He devoured you, vibrating moans around your clit, lapping his tongue at that soft stretch of skin above your entrance. The noises coming from him were indistinguishable, lost in your wet folds. You threw your head back and threaded your fingers into his damp curls, holding him against you, needing more. His hands finally left your thighs. He spread your lips open and teased your entrance, circling with one finger slowly, languidly while his mouth made the filthiest noises you’d ever heard against your clit.

“Shawn,” you gasped, battling for words over your overwhelming pleasure, “fuck me with your pretty fingers.”

He sank two of his long fingers inside of you, groaning when some of your wetness ran down his palm. Pumping gently, he stroked your walls in an alternating pattern with his greedy suckling on your clit. Your toes curled inside your shoes, staving off an orgasm rushing toward you like a freight train. He could sense the tension, feel your thighs quaking beneath his heavy shoulders, so he plunged a third finger inside, determined to make you scream.

“Fuck! Shawn!” you cried when he curved all three fingers, knowing just where to stroke to get what he wanted, “I’m gonna come!” He stilled his fingers inside, pressing on that spot, while flattening his tongue against your clit all at once.

You shattered when the wave overcame you, sputtering curses, gripping his hair like it was the only thing anchoring you to the bed, to the earth. He pulsed his tongue and fingers together, working you through your orgasm. You couldn’t hear anything, couldn’t see anything. All you could do was feel him inside you, against you, lost somewhere between euphoria and satiation. Somewhere, far away, you heard fabric tearing, the sound of a six-inch heel shredding a hotel sheet.

When you finally came down, trying to wriggle away from his fingers that still pulsed inside, you heard his whimpers, his unfocused gasps. You looked down and saw him rutting his hips against the sheets, two layers of fabric from any kind of satisfaction. Tugging at his curls, you tried to get his attention, but he was so disoriented, so deep in your pleasure that he didn’t even feel it.

“Shawn,” you cooed, “Shawn, baby, come back to me.” He stilled then and looked up at you, his mouth glistening in the light. You moaned at the sight. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, still committed to making you come hard. Taking his face in your hands, you drew him up your chest and pressed your lips to his, a slow, burning kiss, full of his taste and yours. He melted into you, bringing his arms around your middle. When you let go of his lips, he rested his head above your heart and synched his breath with its regular beats.

“You were such a good boy for me,” you caressed his face, tracing a line from his temple to his jaw and back again, “made me come so hard.” He hummed in agreement, content to give you everything you wanted and take nothing for himself. For that, you wanted to give him the world, or at the very least, the best orgasm of his fucking life.

“Shawnie,” you whispered, the nickname getting his attention, “I want you to fuck me. Need to feel you inside.” He snapped his head up, the question clear in his eyes. Are you sure? You nodded, giving him all the permission he needed. He fumbled with the sweats and underwear that still clung to his lower half, stripping down and letting his straining, leaking cock free. When he returned to you, his eyes were almost black with desire. You knew he wasn’t going to last long, but you didn’t need him to. You wanted him to take his pleasure quick and hard, wanted him to punish you for leaving him alone for weeks.

He ran his hand up your thigh, lightly fingering the garter still holding up your thigh-highs, letting it pop against your skin. You drew him to your mouth again, communicating everything you wanted into that one searing kiss as he lined himself up. Pushing inside in one quick motion, you both cried out. He stilled, closing his eyes tight to calm himself and giving you time to adjust and stretch around him. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pressing your fuck-me shoes into his ass, inviting him even deeper inside. He groaned, dropping his head to that spot on your neck already purpled with his earlier devotion and placing a sweet, soothing kiss on top of it.

“God, I fucking love you so much,” he murmured, low enough to sound like a prayer, slowly withdrawing his hips, letting you feel the loss before pushing back in to the hilt. He repeated the motion with careful control, making sure you felt it all, felt the burn of being stretched and the emptiness of the loss. That was his punishment for you—not a quick fuck, but one that felt like it might never end. Your head thrashed, your hands roamed everywhere. Down his back, around to his chest, to your own stomach and chest, pushing your bra out of the way to free your tits, circling your own nipples to add some sensation.

“Does that feel good, baby?” his breath was ragged, his voice pinched with the effort it took to not fuck you deep and hard into the mattress.

“Oh God,” you pleaded, “please.” I’m here now. The unspoken words hung in the air. You pushed your heels into his ass again to make him feel, make him see that you weren’t going anywhere.

He growled, thrusting into you hard.

“Right there!” you sobbed, catching one of his hands and bringing it above your head, letting him press you further into the pillows as he railed against your hips, skin slapping. The wet noises of your lovemaking echoed off the walls in the quiet hotel room. He grunted in rhythm with his thrusts, twitching inside of you. It was only a matter of time. He needed a push, needed you to tell him when.

“Baby,” you squeezed his hand, “come for me.”

His hips stuttered, his rhythm broken into erratic thrusting. The orgasm ripped through him, a deep moan sounding low in his abdomen and vibrating through him. Hot streams of come throbbed inside of you. He ducked his head to your hard nipple and bit down, jump-starting your own orgasm around him, yelling his name. It was overwhelming, coming at the same time so intensely. Riding the wave to completion, you both washed up onto shore in that hotel bed, limp and sated. His heavy body rested on top of yours. Both of you were sweaty, both bore the tell-tale marks of a proper reunion. You with your collarbone bruises and him with his red welts from your shoes, livid and raised on his toned ass. He caught his breath, turning his head to leave one last kiss on the nipple he’d bitten.

You let out a little giggle.

“What?” he sounded alarmed, like he’d done something wrong.

“Oh no, honey,” you reassured him, “it’s not you. I just...I left my bag at the airport to rush here and...I don’t have any panties.” He lifted himself off of you onto his elbows to look at you, cocking an eyebrow.

“I don’t think that’s much of a problem,” he said, grinning while he reached down to pop the buckle on one of your garters, “you won’t be needing them this weekend.”

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[lemonadetyler]

your dad catches you and peter

pairing: peter parker x stark! reader

type: smut // headcanon

a/n: send me an ask to join the tag list below!!

- let’s get one thing straight; you & peter stay being freaks in the sheets. like yall WILD wild

- daddy kink? role playing? choking? y’all fuck with it all.

- so you guys are kicking it in stark tower one day, where u both live.

- everyone knows yall date & tony tried to keep you guys from being alone but eventually he just gave it up

- kids, amiright

- you did go to pepper once things started to pick up between you & peter & asked for birth control

- “if u tell your dad i did this for u, we’re both dead.” pepper told you after handing you the birth control. point is, always practice safe sex kiddos.

- so back to u & peter chillin. you guys just cuddling, watching netflix, doing yo thang u know how it be.

- “you’re so beautiful.” peter tells you as he stares down at you. you’re basically curled up into his body.

- “peter i wanna kiss.” you say all innocent like.

- “that’s very demanding of u.” peter jokes.

- “peterrrrrr.”

- “fine.” peter plants one prude fuckin kiss in your nose like this shit just a game.

- “that’s all i get?”

- “you want more?” peter asks with a smirk.

- “yes, daddy.” now you’re crawling into his lap, positioning yourself at eye level and leaning your head in to meet his.

- peter, even for how rough he can be in bed, is always the most gentle kisser.

- peter moves at the last minute and rubs your nose against yours. cute? yes. what you wanted? not at all.

- “an eskimo kiss? really peter?” bitch really thinks he slick.

- “you’re gonna have to tell me exactly what you want, babygirl,” peter tells u, knowing damn well you want that vitamin d.

- “i want you to fuck me hard, daddy.”

- “yes, ma’am.” peter replies like the nerd he is.

- peter snakes his hand into your underwear. you didn’t have any pants on because we all know pants are for cowards. don’t wear pants. ever.

- anywho

- peter is being so tender & gently rubbing your clit with his thumb, flicking it back and forth between his thumb & pointer finger

- you’re very slowly moving up and down on his hand while still straddling his lap. peter puts his free hand on your waist with a grip so hard it’s sure to leave bruises. your eyes are closed, you’re biting your lip like your fuckin bella from twilight.

- peter cant take his eyes off of your face as you move up and down in ecstasy because of how good his fingers make u feel. you open your eyes and meet his gaze. his big puppy brown eyes are glued on you and sexy you look

- “feel good, babygirl?”

- you’re just a moaning mess & can’t even respond. peter kisses you deeply & just agh this man will be the death of me.

- “peter i’m gonna come” you say as you approach your edge, prompting peter to pull his fingers out from your panties.

- “you’re not coming until i’m in that lil pussy”

- goddamn yes sir whatever u want

- peter is pulling his hard cock out of his pants. you spread the precum spewing out of his tip around & spit on the head a few times while slowly jerking him off. with you still on peter’s lap, he slides into you excruciatingly slow.

- “peter i’m begging you to speed up.”

- “but i love it when you beg.”

- YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD SAY SOMETHING ABOUT HIS ATTITUDE BC QUITE FRANKLY IVE HAD ENOUGH BUT HOMEBOY KNOWS HOW TO FUCK SO WE GOIN LET IT SLIDE THIS ONE TIME

- peter is fucking u so good, hitting your clit hard every time he carefully moves in & out of u. each thrust is slow & thought out. you’re in agony as you sit on peters lap while he fucks you hopelessly.

- “daddy,” you whimper.

- “what do you need, babygirl?”

- “i need to come, daddy.”

- “you want to come with my cock buried in that pretty little pussy of yours?”

- you moan in response. how is this man so composed, you look MESSY. all of a sudden peter hits your g spot HARD.

- “daddy!” u scream, way too loud.

- peter’s hand quickly covers your mouth as he continues fucking u.

- “get the hell off my daughter.” your dad calmly tells peter.

- oh fucking shit. didn’t even hear him come in. what did i just do. holy hell

- y’all just sitting there in shock

- peter is still inside you

- so that’s not good

- “peter you have 10 seconds to get out of stark tower before i kill you.”

- peter didn’t even fuck with the door or walking by mr. stark. he was out the window in 5 seconds flat

- “and you-“ your dad points to you. “get decent, come talk to me then.”

- well shit

- so u put lots of clothes on

- lookin like a fuckin nun

- feeling the holy spirit corse through you

- you are reborn a child of god

- no fucking the spiderman for you

- nope. uh uh.

- “y/n.” your dad approaches you when you step out of your room.

- “who gave you permission to do anything of that kind?” your dad asks you.

- you look around. ALL of the Avengers + Pepper are there staring at y’all

- cool 🙃

- “tony what is going on?” pepper asks, the first out of the group to speak.

- “yeah i don’t understand what’s happening.” natasha interjects

- “y/n here thinks it’s okay to just go around having sex with peter whenever & wherever she please.”

- “tony!” pepper yells at him.

- “what?” tony replies defensively

- “y/n is a young woman, that is her business.” pepper defends you.

- “the whole group don’t need to know. that’s just embarrassing for y/n.” natasha tells your dad. your race was tomato red.

- “my little girl was calling peter parker ‘daddy!’” tony yells back

- WHAT THE FUCK, DAD

- & THE FACE THAT STEVE & BUCKY MAKE AT EACH OTHER. THEY DID NOT WANT TO THAT INFORMATION EITHER

- “who let you think this is okay? with no protection?” your dad yells at you

- YIKES SIS REALLY DONT KNOW

- “i let her.” pepper speaks up. “i’ve been giving her birth control.”

- BIG OOF

- “what?” tony asks all confused like the dumb bitch he be sometimes

- “tony,” pepper says tryna calm him down. “y/n is __ years old. she is responsible enough for this.”

- “wow, okay, fine. anyone not think i’m crazy?” tony asks the group.

- “tony this is completely inappropriate.” natasha says, stepping closer to tony, a lil threatening.

- “steve?” tony asks, tryna get pry those morals out of him.

- “i think y/n can figure this one out.” steve replies

- OH SHIT SIS SNAPPED GET FUCKED

- “y/n, just go to your room.” your dad tells you defeated. “& next time you & peter... do stuff... lock the damn door.”

- & with that, you outtie. you go back into your room, sitting on your bed, taking it all in

- “is he gone?” peter pokes his head in through your window.

- “peter!” you exclaim.

- he climbs in & u meet him with a kiss.

- “what’d he say?” peter asks you

- “i’ll tell you later.” you tell him.

- this time, you lock the door.

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[brieannakeogh]

Dog Days of Summer- Ch 5

Dog Days of Summer- Chris Evans X plus sized reader. Dog days of summer are usually defined as the hottest of the year, some define it as lazy days. This year ‘hottest’ has nothing to do with the outside temp. You meet Chris and Dodger Evans while taking your own dog to the park.

Previous Chapter / Master List

Warnings: Cursing, and fluff

Chapter 5

The smile that Chris had on was big and bright as he cranked his car. He couldn’t help but chuckle thinking about the sound he heard you make through the door. One of the things he really liked about you was that you wore your heart on your sleeve. That you didn’t play games and just told him how you felt, it was refreshing and he hadn’t experienced that in a while.

He hurried home, taking Dodger for a walk and loading him into the car, ruffling the fur on his head that was poking out between the front seats. “You wanna go see your buddy Popcorn?” Chris chuckled at the enthusiastic yip Dodger produced.

You sounded a little breathless as you buzzed him up and in the apartment his eyes went to the changes that had been made in the last twenty minutes or so. Some books straightened, the clothes on the back of a chair removed, and other cleaning had been done. The pillows on the couch fluffed and sitting neatly in strategic positions, instead of just thrown about wherever your dog pawed at them. He couldn’t hide his smirk when he saw you changed clothes too. Comfortable, but cute.

“Hey Dodger!” You busied yourself petting the dog as he tried to lick your face. Pointedly ignoring the man that was attached on the other end of the leash. You half turn away, still not looking at Chris, going for the remote and couch to set up something to watch.

“Is there something wrong?” Chris asks.

“What? No, no nothing wrong.” You backup a bit with hands in the air. Your voice getting higher in pitch with each word. “What makes you think that?”

He cocks an eyebrow at you as you finally look up at him, the blood rushing to your face. “Ok, well I might be just a wee bit nervous.” You let out a huff and flop onto the couch. “I had gotten use to you in the friend, acquaintance position, never thinking that you actually like me like I did you.” Two beats pass before your register the wide eyes and smirk that Chris sports. You had basically confessed to him your crush and slap a hand over your mouth as he settles into the couch beside you.

Chuckling he pulls your hand away from your face. “I’ll let you into a secret.” He whispers to you. “I kinda already figured that part out after the first day we met.”

You release a groan and deflate more into the couch. “I wasn’t exactly subtle was I?”

“Nope.”

“Just so you know, it wasn’t just this.” You wave a hand over his body. “That I was attracted to, just like I’m sure it’s not this.” Another wave but over your body. “That you’re attracted to. It’s the whole package, especially now that I’ve gotten to know you. Dog included.”

“You’re going to give me a complex about my dog, ya know that?”

You snort at him. Dodger, who has been patiently sitting on the floor, decides now is a good time to crawl on the couch between the two of you, literally butting in.

The subject is dropped and you turn on the tv, switching to a streaming site so that you both can agree on something to watch. It’s a little awkward at first, especially on your end. You fidget a bit and have trouble relaxing with him so close, even Dodger gets annoyed with you moving about and goes to lay on the floor with Popcorn.

“Come here.” Chris has the arm closest to you laying on the back of the couch.

“Hmm?” Knowing what he wants but doubting it all the same.

He rolls his eyes and chuckles, pulling on your arm lightly to move his way. Tucking you into the crook of his shoulder and wrapping the arm around you own, rubbing his hand in circles on your upper arm. “Relax.” His warm breath on the side of your face tenses you even more, before you get your body under control.

‘It’s fine, it’s finnnne.’ Thinking to yourself. ‘This is totally acceptable. Just relax, breathe. Damn it you forgot to breathe!’

After your internal debate you finally get your breathing under control and he doesn’t seem to mind when you relax into him, pressing against his side more. It actually makes him lose some of the tension you didn’t realize he was holding in his own shoulders. That makes you smile, even more so when Dodger decides to jump back on the couch and lays over you legs with his head on your hip. It’s surreal how normal and right it all is. After another episode of the show that is on, you hear a grumble come from the man on your right.

“Getting hungry?” You giggle at the face he makes.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“You should have said something. Dodger I gotta get up, your daddy wants food.” Moving him off of your lap you go into the kitchen to pull everything out and start on dinner.

As you are chopping up the onions and bell pepper you realize Chris is standing to your side. “Need any help?”

“Depends, how do you feel about touching raw meat?”

He gives you smirk that has you narrowing your eyes at him. “Maybe you should handle the meat and I’ll take care of the vegetables.”

“Well I can’t say I’m bad at it.” You tell him with a wink. Setting down your knife, you get another cutting board and place it next to the one Chris is at, getting the package of chicken out. Before you sully your hands with chicken juice, you plug your phone up to the stereo and turn on one of your playlists, humming along and bobbing to the beat.

Before long everything is cut up and you’re both belting along to the likes of Queen and Taylor Swift. The actual cooking doesn’t take long and you leave him in charge of the pan while you get everything needed to fix the fajitas.

Turning off the music and getting comfortable back on the couch with your plates, the music from the show you were watching filters through the air while you eat.

“Damn, that was good.” Chris tells you when he’s finished.

“It was just a seasoning packet meal. Not some fancy gourmet wonderment.” You roll your eyes, grabbing his plate and taking it into the kitchen.

“Still good. I don’t get homemade food very often.” He follows you into the kitchen and starts putting away the condiments as you scrub the dirty dishes.

You eye him for a few seconds to see if there was a double meaning to that line. “As long as you help, I’ll cook anytime.”

“Go out for lunch, eat in for dinner?” You shrug. “I could be down for that. Just next month I’m going to have to start restricting my food again. I don’t want you to have to come up with separate meals for me.”

Next month? He’s already thinking about next month? “We can talk about it when it gets closer to that time. Get me a list of approved foods and such too. Who knows you might figure out you made a horrible mistake and not want to see me anymore.”

“I’m friends with most of my ex’s. Even if it doesn’t work out romantically we can still hang out when I’m in town.” He leans against the kitchen table watching you rinse out a pan.

The snort that leaves you, wasn’t intended to be so loud. “I’ve never been able to still be friends. Honestly thought it was a myth, not that there has been many.”

He walks over and leans a hip on the counter beside you, arms crossed over his chest. “All bad luck like the other guy?”

“Mmm sort of. You know about the last guy, and it was the same with the guy before that. Than the boyfriend before that was high school so it was just stupid high school drama and then he went off to college in a different state.” You dried your hands off on a kitchen towel as you talked.

“Three, huh? What a sorted past you got there.” He teased.

“Oh yeah. I typically hit it for two years then drop them like a hot potato. I gotta keep up my playa image.” Barely able to get the last out without laughing.

Chris couldn’t help himself. The sound of your laughter ringing in his ears and the crinkles at the edges of your eyes as you tried to stop yourself from laughing at your own stupid joke. Before he even knew what he was doing, he leaned down and placed his lips firmly on yours. One hand on your hip and the other on your shoulder he pulled you towards him. After a few heartbeats, he realized that you were stiff in his hands and your lips were not moving against his. Thinking he had made a mistake, he quickly removed himself from you, taking a step back.

“I’m sorry. That was too fast wasn’t it? I just…”

His words filtered through your numb mind, through one ear and out the other, not comprehending what he said. You had been so shocked at the kiss, that before you could even fully enjoy yourself he was pulling away. The second apology that ran past his lips finally stuck in your brain and you were able to grasp that he thought he had made an error, that you weren’t ready. It wasn’t the case at all. You watched as he took another half step back, feet turned to head back into the living room. He didn’t make it an inch before you were back in his path, pressing into his personal space this time. The hand that you had set on his stomach when you had stepped closer, running up to tug at the back of his neck so he would lean down allowing you to kiss him with all the passion that should have been in the previous one if you hadn’t been frozen.

He didn’t hesitate or freeze when you kissed him. His mouth moving against yours and the hand returning to your hip, this time to push your back into the counter, crowding you against it. His tongue swiping against your lip, once, twice, before pulling back, leaving some space between you.

“I would have to give that a 6 as far as first kisses go.” You joke, trying desperately to regain some semblance of normal breathing, instead of the panting that was trying to come out.

“Just a 6? I would say at least an 8.”

“My scale was out of 5.” You wink, not really sure where you were pulling this confidant act from, as currently your legs felt like jello.

“Mine too.” He had a cocky smirk on his face, but you could see his hand twitch a little, like he wanted to reach out to you again. “I should probably get going though. It’s starting to get late.”

You nod your head, not trusting what would come of your mouth would be an agreement or an offer to stay the night. It was way too soon for that and you were sure that if he didn’t leave now, he wouldn’t.

Chris turned and walked back into the living room. You couldn’t help but to cock your head to the side to watch his ass move in the jeans he had on.

Dodger reluctantly let Chris hook the leash back on him and lead him to the door, you following a few steps behind.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask as he opens the door, just a hint of insecurity in your voice.

“Definitely. I’ll text you later too.” He tells you confidently, calming the knot in your stomach, which evaporates completely when he runs a hand over the side of your face, kissing the opposite cheek goodbye.

His heart stutters again with your answering grin and the subsequent muffled squeal as he presses the call button for the elevator. He thinks he could definitely get use to that happy noise every time he left you.

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[shuttsy-bo-buttsy-for-huttsy]

Jacob Markstrom imagine

Based on an ask I sent to @onesmileyflower ;

"Imagine the day before Jacob Markstrom leaves for a roadie, spending some time helping him make sure everything's in order, then just lounging on the couch, either wrapped in his arms on his lap, or laying on top of him (bc he's absolutely fuckhuge) watching a movie that you've seen a million times, randomly kissing one another anywhere you can reach- lips, shoulders, necks, arms, anywhere- and talking about nothing and everything."

Warnings: vague mention of anxiety, based off of my own anxiety; one whole swear word.

A/N: I legitimately haven't written anything in at least 2 years, so I'm a little rusty. Also largely unedited.

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Placing the last of the clothes that had been laid out on the bed into the suitcase next to them, you sat back and sighed. You were helping your boyfriend pack for a two-week road trip, not because he needed or asked for it, but for your own piece of mind, to know for sure that everything was ready early so you could spend as much time with him as possible before he left.

This had become a common occurrence since you and Jacob started dating. You helped him pack and he helped you calm your nerves about him being away. It's wasn't that you distrusted him, far from it. You just worried that he would get hurt, and that thought had a tendency to consume you, as he learned quickly.

Jacob entered your shared bedroom, a handful of things from outside of the room that he might need while away. He smiled softly as he placed everything in his bag, feeling your warm gaze on his face. Closing the bag, he grabbed it and your hand at the same time, pulling you gently to the living room, setting the case down by the doorway in the process.

Jacob sat himself on the couch, dragging you down with him. You sat on his lap, falling perfectly into his embrace, his arms secure around your midsection. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and kiss it gently, making your body involuntarily recoil, a quick laugh escaping your mouth. You felt him smile against your skin before resting his chin on your shoulder.

Looking out the window at the snow covering everything, you suddenly felt the cold you'd been ignoring for the past hour, which didn't go unnoticed by Jacob.

"You wanna just watch a movie and cuddle for a while?" He asked quietly at your ear, reaching for the remote on the arm of the couch.

"That sounds perfect," you sighed. Turning your head, you were met by Jacob's neck as he looked to the remote to find the button he was looking for. You leaned in and press a kiss to the side of his neck, just an inch below his ear, eliciting a giggle from the large man. A wide smile spread across your face as you repeated the action, just below where you kissed before.

Jacob finished fumbling with the remote, playing a movie from the "watch it again" section on Netflix for background noise, knowing that neither of you would be paying much attention to it. On the day before he leaves for a road trip, you and Jacob always just cuddle and talk; movies usually were only played to fill the silence that you both know fuels your anxiety.

You felt him tug you back lightly, a silent request to lay down. You stood up quickly to let him lay down, then laid on top of him, laying your stomach on his. Jacob guided you as you laid down, positioning your head just under his chin, then laid his hands across your back, rubbing slow circles and other patterns through your shirt.

A quiet chuckle rumbled through his chest, bouncing you slightly. You looked up at him curiously, meeting his bright and shining eyes.

"Do you remember," he began, pausing to laugh quickly to himself again. "Do you remember on our first date, the lady walking her pet goat?" It was your turn to laugh at the memory. Jacob had nearly cried laughing- though it wasn't really funny enough to warrant it- at the sight of a poshly-dressed, middle-aged woman walking her pet goat, wearing matching sweaters, down Main Street in your hometown.

"How could I forget? That was what made me realize just how much I love you. The way you laughed, I never wanted it to end," you replied.

He smiled down at you and placed a quick kiss on your nose, then forehead, and both of your temples. You repositioned yourself, just a little higher than you were, so you were closer to his face, and pecked his lips, repeating the action a few times before somewhat focusing on the movie.

You moved your arms up to support your head a little more so that it wasn't on a downward angle, resting on your large boyfriend's collar area, your forearm resting just beside his ear. Jacob turned his head, his lips gently brushing against the skin of your arm, sending goosebumps across your skin.

For the next little while, he alternated between ghosting over your skin, and placing feather-light kisses wherever he could reach. You did the same with the exposed skin on his neck and collar bone.

Few words were spoken during this time, both of you enjoying the goosebumps appearing on each others skin and the little laughs that made their way out from time to time.

You turned your head back to face Jacob again, shifting your weight shortly after so that your forearms were on either side of his head, supporting your head and you propped yourself up a bit more.

You started spouting out random, nonsense questions, peppering kisses all over his face between them, not only because it was fun, but because it meant you got to hear Jacob's laugh, occasionally his voice, too, if he could come up with answers to your questions. He also fired some back, shocking you every time with how ridiculous they all were. But that was the point, really. Making each other laugh and feel better in general, even on good days, was always the goal with you two.

Two movies later, you had both run out of nonsensical questions to ask, and had settled for actually watching the movie for once. Your head was tucked back into the crook of Jacob's neck, and your hands were resting one on his upper arm and the other at the back of his neck. His cheek was pressed against the top of your head, both arms locked around your back.

You were both nearly asleep at that point, though also both too stubborn and borderline-desperate to admit it, wanting to stay in each others embrace as long as possible. Jacob kept pressing soft kisses on top of your head as you rubbed slow circles on his arm, enjoying the warmth of his body surrounding you.

A silent "oh, fuck" was heard just above you. You looked up at Jacob with a cocked eyebrow.

"It's nearly midnight, if we wanna both actually be up in the morning we should head to bed soon," he said, a little louder than before.

You sighed, propping yourself up a bit before leaning back down to kiss his lips, a little harder and more passionately than you had been since laying down, a kiss which Jacob gladly returned with just as much passion.

Pulling apart, you reluctantly got up, both of you getting ready for bed. As soon as the TV was off, Jacob grabbed you by the waist and picked you up bridal-style. He carried you quickly to your bedroom before you could do anything more than squeak in surprise.

As soon as you reached the bedroom, Jacob threw you gently on the bed, immediately crawling in next to you and pulling the covers over you both.

You quickly curled into his side, kissing his shoulder as you did. He pulled your leg across his body, trying to achieve the same feeling of closeness as you had earlier. After a few moments of rearranging limbs and adjusting positions, you both sink further into the bed.

"I love you," you sighed into Jacob's neck, placing yet another gently kiss on his skin. His arms tightened around you quickly as he kissed the top if your head.

"I love you too," he mumbled into your hair between kisses.

[thepaperpanda]

Christmas gift || Stony smut

WORD COUNT: 2299

WARNINGS: smut

AUTHOR: Killer raccoon 

Tony and Steve are spending the holidays in New York - just the two of them. No Clint, no Logan - and especially no SHIELD interference. Tony's made sure Jarvis won't let anyone call in to the house. There's a Christmas tree three times too big for the house sitting in the dead center of their living room, and Tony's made sure there are far too many presents settled on top of the tree skirt underneath of it. And the billionaire's even made sure to put lights up on the house, wreathes wherever he can, and he's got sprigs of mistletoe hanging around in the most inopportune places.

  There's a reason for that, too. For the first time in Tony's life, he feels at home for Christmas. He's been through many holiday seasons, most of them spent drunk on the balcony of his Los Angeles house while Pepper yells at him. But this Christmas, he's with Steve and they spend every evening sipping hot chocolate in front of their fireplace, watching Frosty the Snowman and Rudolph until they're ready to stumble their tired asses into bed. 

However, this particular night, Tony goes out for the day with promises that he'll make it up to Steve for leaving him alone - and doesn't come back until late. Of course, Steve can't be mad at him though because the soldier knows it's just Tony being Tony and there was a high chance that he was buying gifts. So instead of getting irritated, he simply greets his lover at the door with a kiss and a cup of hot chocolate.

  "Good evening, my dear," Tony says as they walk side-by-side in to the kitchen. The whole house smells delicious and when they finally step onto tile, Tony can see why. "You made cookies? So basically when they injected that serum into you, you became perfect. Supersoldier, baker, master chef, artist - is there anything you can't do?"

Steve simply looks at him with a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and murmuring for Tony to shut the hell up. Tony just grins before spotting the apron falling halfway off of the table.

"Oh, you did not wear an apron," he says, eyes wide and round. When Steve blushes and looks away, his mouth falls open slightly as well.

"Well I wasn't going to get cookie dough all over my clothes, Tony," Steve says with a smile, moving his gaze back to his boyfriend. When he sees the expression on the other man's face however, he laughs incredulously. "That seriously turns you on?"

"Well, the fact that you were wearing clothes kind of takes away from the image I had in my mind," Tony starts, then grins. "But yes. If I'd come home earlier I would have delighted in pushing you against the counter and getting those clothes off of -"

"Tony!" Steve says loudly, and it's at that very moment that the man in question notices his partner's blush. And the pink is traveling fast down his neck where Tony knows it'll flush his whole body. "Try one, I added a little more sugar then the recipe called for."

"From scratch, really? Okay, Mr. Perfect," Tony mumbles, sitting his mug down and reaching for one of the chocolate chip cookies. And as soon as he bites into it, he's ready to pull Steve into the living room and fuck him senseless. Because he really is Mr. Perfect and his cookies are delicious.

"So," Steve says after Tony's moaned his approval. "How was your day?" "Typical," the other man chirps as they make their way into the living room, mugs of hot chocolate and plate of cookies in hand. "Braved the snow and did some Christmas shopping. Did I ever mention that I hate the snow? Because I really, really hate the snow."

There's a fire going in the fireplace however and as soon as they sit down, Steve's pulling Tony into his lap so he can place his hands on his back, rubbing and kneading.

  "I know you do, but I love it," he laughs while the playboy sitting in between his legs murmurs in appreciation. "So what did you get me today?" "That's for me to know and you to find out!"

  "Unfair," Steve sighs, but he's got a huge smile on his face. And Tony lets it go, because he's too happy to argue - good natured or not. "You remember what tomorrow is, right?"

And when Tony pretends to think about it, Steve stops rubbing his back and sighs.

"Of course I do, darling," Tony laughs, and that's when his boyfriend wraps his arms around him. "I couldn't forget the day my life changed."

The soft tone in Tony's voice makes Steve press a kiss to his neck, and the shorter of the two men tilts his head just enough so he can connect their lips in a slow kiss. At Tony's request, all the lights in the living room are dimmed except the tree and the television, and he turns around on Steve's lap so he's got one leg on either side of him.

  "I love you, Tony," the soldier sighs, smiling against his lover's lips while they kiss. Tony's sliding his hands under Steve's far-too-tight flannel when he pauses to speak.

"I love you too Steve," he murmurs, parting so he can give his lover a smile. Because a lot of the time, people don't believe Tony Stark when he admits any feeling other than self-righteousness. But Steve Rogers has gotten past that little wall - not without work - but he knows it was worth it.

And that's when Steve slowly pushes Tony down onto the thick fur rug, settling in between his legs as they continue to kiss. They only part when they're getting dizzy from lack of air, while Tony's got his fingers occupied by unbuttoning his boyfriend's shirt. And when it's finally off, Steve tugs at the other's tie, crooked smile on his lips. 

"I was never good at putting ties on," he murmurs. "And I'm equally as awful at taking them off."

"I got it," Tony says, fiddling with the fabric and leaving his neck exposed so that Steve can lean down and press little kisses all the way up and down the stubble-covered skin. "I see what you did! You just wanted to get at - ah..." And he stops because Steve's got a hand in his hair and teeth are gently nipping at the skin directly behind his ear. Because it's common knowledge between them both that that's how you shut Tony Stark up. Soon, the billionaire's tie and shirt are gone as well and there's something very hard and very hot pressing against Steve's thigh.

  "Why do we wear clothes around the house? I mean really," Tony starts, "There's only the two of us and Jarvis here and Jarvis is an artificial intelligence so we should really just not wear clothes until we actually need to do something."

"Tony," Steve says softly, pressing his leg down and getting a lovely groan of appreciation in response. "You need to learn when to shut up."

"And you need to wear that apron for me." Is the retort he gets, while his partner grinds up slowly against him. All Steve can do is chuckle low in his throat while he slides his hand down Tony's bare skin to his dress pants. "And to get these poor pants off."

But before Steve can do just that, Tony's flipped them and has Steve pinned to the rug underneath him. His hands are on the waistband of his lover's jeans, unbuttoning and pulling at them.

"Up," he murmurs, and Steve complies by lifting his hips so that Tony can pull the offending piece of clothing off. Tony's pants come off quickly after, leaving them with only two sets of boxers between them - which the man on top gets rid of quickly. And after he grabs a bottle of lube from the coffee table drawer, he looks down at Steve.

"Is it my turn?" the soldier teases, the crooked smile back - which makes Tony's heart flutter even if he won't admit it. Once he gets confirmation, Tony's on his back on the floor and Steve's hovering above him, fingers slicked and gently probing at his boyfriend.

  "Damn, Steve," Tony gasps as a finger is slipped inside of him, making his back arch slightly off of the rug and a gasp to leave his lips. "Could you go any slower?" 

Steve simply presses another of his fingers inside of his boyfriend to shut him up. Their lips connect once more after that, kissing languidly while Steve opens him up. And surprisingly, the only noise in the room is the teleivision playing How The Grinch Stole Christmas, and the crackling of the fire. That is, until Tony flips them over again. 

"My turn," he says with a smile that would make the devil blush, slicking Steve up and running his hand up and down his erection before slowly descending onto it. Which makes him moan and grasp at his lover's chest. Until Steve draws him into another kiss, of course. 

Their pace starts slow - gentle, so Tony's moaning softly against his mouth and muttering his name when the part for air. But soon, as always, that just not enough for the playboy and he starts moving faster, up and down, sitting straight up so that Steve has to sit up to bury his face against his lover's neck. And that, well. That just makes Tony go a little crazy.

While Steve nips and sucks and wraps his hand around Tony's erection, the shorter of the two men is busy fucking himself until he's moaning his partner's name over and over again. 

"I love you Tony," Steve says, words soft and breathless. His arms are tight around Tony's back, holding their bodies flush together as they writhe and pant. 

"I love you too, Steve. Fucking," Tony gasps, his eyes closed and teeth worrying his bottom lip. "Love you. Like you don't even - you don't even know." It's not long before they both climax, gasping for breath and leaning against one another for support. And once they're cleaned up, they crawl onto the couch.

"Goodnight, Tony," Steve murmurs into his lover's ear as he wraps an arm around him from behind. However he can already hear soft snoring. 

Tony's woken up with a cup of coffee - two sugars and one creamer - and a very naked Captain America wearing only an apron. 

"See, you look lovely in just the apron," he says sleepily, accepting the coffee and grinning at his boyfriend. He's rewarded with a blush, a crooked smile, and a kiss, and he can't help the bemused grin as he sips on his drink. "Alright, alright. I'm up."

Sitting up slowly, Tony continues to sip at his coffee. He knows he should get dressed soon, because he has things to do but he just loves the sight of Steve in that damn apron and it makes him want to screw his brains out but not this early in the morning.

Steve perches himself next to him, drinking from his own mug and making life generally amazing for Tony. The fire is already crackling in the woodstove, and there's snow falling gently past the windows and basically Tony just really feels content. For once in his life, there's no paperwork, no Iron Man and Captain America, no Pepper or Fury or anything that would take him away from his happiness.

And blandly he realizes that he is happy. The thought kind of sends him reeling, because he's not used to it and he doesn't really realize when exactly his life changed or why he didn't notice his lifting mood. He wonders if maybe anyone else noticed before he did. After sending his thought process into space however, he rests his head on Steve's shoulder and sighs. "Gotta get dressed," he mumbles. "I have something for you." 

"Oh?" Steve replies, looking down at him and raising his eyebrows. "Well then, let's get a move on."

"Only if you wear that apron again sometime in the near future. Maybe Christmas Day? That would be a fantastic present." "We'll see."

"Tease," Tony says finally, shooting a smile at his lover. However they both rise once he finishes off his coffee, and walk their way into the bedroom to dress. Two oral incidents and a wardrobe malfunction later, Tony's leading them down into the depths of his workshop, smiling like the cat that got the cream the whole way while Steve silently wonders what Tony was about to get them into. His thoughts are derailed when they walk into the Garage and Tony walks over to a new Audi sitting in the dead center of the room. The license plate reads STARK11 and that's basically what makes Steve realize that it's for him. And while his boyfriend walks right over to the vehicle and leans against the side, he kind of stops dead in his tracks and just stares.

"Happy Anniversary, Steve," Tony murmurs, that small smile reserved only for Steve on his face. 

"Tony, I... You didn't have to -"

"It's a nonissue, darling. Really. You want to take it for a drive?"

"This is way, way too much, Anthony," Steve starts, and he can see the pout already forming on Tony's lips. "Plus it's snowing, and I'm pretty sure that thing doesn't have four wheel drive. Sorry, sweetheart."

"Well... We can at least break it in? I think there's enough room for me to get on your lap in -"

But he's cut off by Steve, who's walked over and crushed their lips together. "Happy Anniversary, Tony."

[littledreamybeth]

Give in to me

17 years old (2011)

(Picture is not mine!)

Warnings: Smut 

A/N: Honestly, I suck at writing smut and there are definitely more talented people than I am! I hope you still enjoy it! xoxo

“Are you really sure you want to do it?” Harry’s hot breath hit my lips, his green orbs searching for confirmation in my eyes. I was placed onto his lap, straddling him. Our crotches met each other while I was grinding on him to create friction and simultaneously to get him turned on. I felt his hands trailing their way down my back to my hips where they stayed.

“Absolutely,” I panted, tangling my fingers in the mob of curls and pushing his head towards mine so I could connect our lips to a kiss again. What should suppose to be an evening with cuddling and watching movies until we fell asleep instantly turned out to be a heated make out session. Deep down, I knew it was time to lead our relationship to the next level.

We had been together for almost a year and none of us truly came up with the topic of having sex with each other. Every now and then you could notice that we lusted for the other one but honestly we never went further. Harry was very patient in that case and he took sex very seriously I could tell because it meant more to him than just having fun. For him, sex consisted of commitment, trust and deep connection and not to forget love. When it happened then because we loved each other and wanted to make this experience not because we felt obligated to do it. I knew he wanted to give me as much as time that I needed until I came to the point where I could say I was ready to give in myself to him.

Tonight, I was ready. Ready to connect my body with his, feeling him close to me than ever. Feeling his unconditional love for me.  Just the thought caused little jolts in my entire body.

“You know we can wait,” Harry mumbled, pulling away from my lips. His face showed a hint of uncertainty. “It’s your first time, love. I don’t want you to regret anything afterwards. If we do this you’re not a virgin anymore. When it’s done, it’s done and there is no turning back. So please, think about it clearly. I don’t want to take something special that only belongs to you when you’re not into this.”

“I am, Harry,” I reassured him, caressing his cheek gently. I loved how caring he was. “I want you to make love me. I don’t want to share this experience with anyone but you.” My voice almost sounded desperate.

It was yet enough to convince him about my choice. He nodded his head. “Okay,” he whispered. “Let’s go to your bedroom then.” 

He stood up, me still clinging onto him, steadying his hands under my thighs and carrying me upstairs. Thank god my parents weren’t at home by the time and they wouldn’t be there for a while so Harry and I had all the privacy that we needed.

Arriving at my room, Harry carefully placed me onto my bed. A wave of nervousness washed over me and I could tell that Harry felt the same.

“You’re still sure about this, yeah?” he questioned again.

I nodded my head agreement. “I’ve never been so sure about something in my life.”

Harry crawled his way towards me until he was hovering over my body and I lied beneath him. He put his hands to the left and right of my head and bent down. My heart beat quickened and excitement run through my body. I couldn’t wait to become one with him.

As he kissed my lips, he slowly stripped my shirt over my head. The sudden contact with the cool air let goose bumps rise on my skin. I heard a slight gasp out of his mouth as he saw what kind of bra I wore. His eyes grew to a dark shade and lust was obviously visible in them. My hands went down to his pants and unbuckled his belt. Sliding his jeans to his ankles, I could recognize the bulge in his boxers.

We freed each other from the remaining bits of our clothes, throwing them in a corner of my room. However, when it came to my underwear, insecurity crept its way onto the surface. Firstly, Harry never saw me naked before, not even in a bikini. And secondly, I never was content with my body and I kinda was afraid of how he would react to it.

“What’s the matter?” Harry asked, sensing my hesitation.

“Nothing,” I claimed, just because I didn’t want to destroy our mood.

“Are you feeling insecure?” He exactly hit the mark with his question.

“(Y/N), you’re insanely beautiful, no matter how you look like. Even if you had more pounds on your hips or thighs or whatever part on your body, I would have still loved you. I love you for you, not for your body.”

Harry always knew what to say to cheer me up. I smiled widely and as he told me to arch my back so he had access to my bra and could unclasp it, I did what he said. The straps of my black laced bra slowly glided down my arms, giving Harry a perfect view on my breasts.

He offered me a smile, which gave me the feeling of encouragement.

“Do you like them?” I asked.

“I love them,” he said. “They’re perfect.” I took his both hands and let them to my chest. He cupped my breasts and kneaded them softly, adding a bit pressure on them. A content sigh escaped my lips and a wave of heat crushed on me. Harry glared intently at me, curious about my reaction. I closed my eyes in satisfaction, taking my lower lips between my teeth. His thumps brushed gently against my sensitive nipples and another sigh escaped my mouth as I felt little tingles flowing through my body.

Then, Harry took my nipples into his mouth, his tongue twirling around the little nubs until they became hard. Looking at him pleasuring me was definitely a hot sight.

“May I go further?” he inquired and as I gave him my approval to do so, he stripped me out of my panties. I was now fully naked and Harry practically devoured me with his eyes.

“I think I could get used to seeing you naked. Hopefully more often.” He grinned cheekily.

“Haha, you wish, Styles,” I remarked.

Harry freed himself out of his boxers afterwards, my eyes widened and I gulped as I saw the size of his hard cock. He was huge. I took a deep breath.

“You think we could start?”

“Yes,” I responded. He went to his drawer and put out a little pack of condoms.

“Harry, we don’t need that,” I said. He gave me a confused look.

“I’m on birth control,” I admitted and earned a slightly bewildered expression on Harry’s face.

“You are?”

“Yeah, I wanted to be prepared once the time came. I want to feel you entirely, Harry. All of you.”

He came back to me, pushing me on my back, then placing himself between my legs. His hands were all over my naked body. Wherever he touched me, his hands left a burning sensation behind. My desire for him grew more every passing second. He placed his soft lips on my throat. I tilted my head to the side so he had more access to my neck, peppering my skin with gentle kisses. He easily found my sweet spot, teasing it with his amazing tongue. Biting, sucking, licking, that’s how he worked on my skin, drawing blood to the surface. He left his marks on me, to be seen for everyone and I was sure that I would keep them for a long while. But honestly, I didn’t care.

“It’ll hurt at the beginning,” he whispered in my ear. “I need you to stay relaxed and calm, okay.” I nodded.

“You need to tell me if you can’t handle it anymore and I will stop. Just tell me when you feel uncomfortable, please.”

I could feel the base of his erection against my core and then he slowly pushed himself into me. A burning pain hit me instantly and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, my body stiffening. I couldn’t prevent a few tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Relax, baby,” Harry soothed. “I know it hurts.” I tried to, but the further he slid into me the more pain I felt. I whimpered. My nails were digging into his arms and Harry hissed at it.

“(Y/N), I will stop, okay? I don’t like to see you in pain. We can repeat this some other time.”

As he intended to slide out of me, I wrapped my legs around his hips, forcing him to stay.

“(Y/N),” he begged.

“No, please continue,” I choked out whilst the pain. He wiped away my tears and kissed over my eyes tenderly.

“But you’re hurting.”

“Move, Harry.” 

I was in pain, yes, but he filled me up entirely and there were no enough words to describe how complete I felt. He gave me more time to adjust to his size.

Intertwining our fingers then, he started to move his hips, thrusting into me with a slow pace. I still felt uncomfortable but the pain vanished a bit the more he slid in and out of me.

“Are you okay, baby?” he inquired.

“Yes,” I answered truthfully.

The pain was soon replaced by pleasure and sweet moans started to leave my lips. Harry buried his face in the crook of my neck, panting heavily.

“Harry…” I sighed, spreading my legs wider so I could take more of him. Here we were, tangled in each other’s arms with not only our bodies but also our souls connected, making passionate love to each other. It was amazing. An indescribable moment.

“(Y/N), you feel so good, baby. Oh jesus!” he groaned.

Thrust after thrust, he quickened his pace and we became a moaning and groaning mess. I no longer felt any pain. I bucked my hips up to meet his. When he hit my g-spot, I threw my head back in pleasure, screaming his name. He continued to hit that spot I was craving for and I could see the stars in front of my eyes. God, I loved this boy so much.

After a while, we switched positions so I could now ride him. I think he wanted me to be in charge of our love making so I knew how it felt to be in control. And I had to admit that I felt superior. Harry pressed his head against my chest, kissing the gap between my breasts. I increased my pace, bouncing faster but still gentle on his shaft. The sweet sounds that escaped his lips could have taken me to the edge here and now. I would always remember this even though there was more to come. And I was looking forward to it.

“You look so sexy riding me like this, baby,” Harry said. “Take all of me, baby. Make love to me. Show me your love. I’m all yours.”

I connected my lips with his, our tongues meeting each other and fighting for dominance.

“I love you, Harry.” I had the urge to scream this so everybody in the entire world knew that he belonged to me. However, it was in the middle of the night and I didn’t want the neighbors to wake up. I needed to contain the volume of my voice.

“I love you too, baby. Only you.”

Slowly, I felt something build up in my stomach and I knew I would hit my orgasm soon. Harry turned us to our old position and I lied underneath him again.

“I’m close, Harry,” I panted, slightly clenching around him.

“I’ve got you baby girl, let go when you feel like it. I’m here.” To find my release  faster, he added pressure on my clit, rubbing circles on it. I covered my mouth with my hand to muffle my screams.

“Shit!” More and more whimpers came out my mouth.

“Let go baby. Give in to me,” Harry encouraged me. With another thrust, I came on his erection, muscles clenching around him and my toes curling. Harry road me through my orgasm and when his thrusts became sloppy he found his own climax.

He squeezed his eyes shut, his lips parted and he let out a throaty moan. “(Y/N)!” He spurted his semen into me and watching him during his high for the first time was an amazing experience.

His body fell onto mine, his head resting on my bare chest. My fingers instantly run through his hair, slightly tugging at them.

“It was wonderful. I have no words to describe it,” I mumbled. I was no longer a virgin anymore.

“You’re not feeling pain, are you?” He sounded sleepy.

“No, not anymore.”

“That’s good. Don’t want you get hurt.” His voice was nothing but a whisper now.

“I’m fine, baby.”

He gave me a final kiss on my lips for that night.

Soon we fell asleep in each other’s. Sweaty but happy in more in love than ever.

[overgaywatch]

How do you think Mccree or Hanzo would react to their (respective) S/Os bursting into tears halfway through listening to a song and when asked they simply reply that it makes them miss their dead parent? (Could use a little cheering up. Love the blog by the way)

Hey, anon. I’m sorry if this one took so long, I have been in rough patches lately as well. I do hope this will cheer you up all the same - Mod Meep

McCree:

It was just a simple song, how did you end up crying?

The thought continued to run in McCree’s head, finding for solutions as he tried to shove the anxiety away from his mind. He couldn’t quite focus, not when you were sobbing―bordering on hyperventilating, perhaps―in front of him. His clumsy gloved hands reached out to you, cautious and unsure. He took away the small boombox from your hands and turned it off. His fingers lightly tread your hair, when he saw your tears, he caressed your cheek. When you turned to him, sniffling, it was his signal for him to crawl closer to you. Still cautious, but close.

You slowly turned to him, biting your lower lip as you breathed shakily. You shut your eyes to calm yourself down, McCree embraced you, petting your hair as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead. Slowly, your heart quelled, huffing a small breath as you buried your face on his poncho. He can feel the tears on his clothes, he didn’t mind.

You pulled away after a few minutes, wiping your eyes dry, “sorry,” you mumbled, “I ruined your clothes.”

“Darl’, I don’t mind.” He cupped your face, his thumbs brushing along under your eyes, his worry was written all over his face, “but please, tell me what’s going on. Did something happen? Why did you start to cry?”

At first, you doubted if you should tell him what was up with you, but then, he’d seen you cry, and you hated making him worry about you.

You reached for his hands and settled them on your lap, closing your eyes for a second. “That was mom and dad’s favorite song,” you began. “I just… I miss them, Jesse… I miss them so much…”

McCree’s eyelashes drooped, pursing his lips as they started to shake before he hugged your crying form again, he didn’t dare to say something, afraid to make things worse, and he thought that the best course to take was to cradle you in his arms, rubbing your back to soothe you.

“I miss them, Jesse… I miss being with them, I want to see them again…” you sobbed, “Jesse, I just want to see them again…”

“Darl’, I know…” He always knew, he always knew of your feelings more than you, “and I’m sure they feel the same way, too, wherever they are now.”

“I miss them, I miss them…”

“I know…” He kissed your forehead. “Sweetheart, listen, that day, I know you tried so hard to save them, it’s not your fault, you did what you could, if they’re with us, I’m sure… I’m sure they’re proud of what kind of soldier you’ve become.”

His words quelled you, just like what he always did. With a small nod, you cracked into a small smile, McCree seemed to be proud of what he did, cuddling you tighter to him.

“That’s my darlin’, you look wonderful smiling like that,” he cooed, chuckling. You held him tighter.

“Hey?”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“You’re really sure that… that they’re proud of me?”

“Sweetness,” McCree caressed your face with a gentle smile he never gave anyone except you, “you’re amazing, you constantly save the world from evil, you’re funny, and you’re everything anyone would ever love to meet. I’m sure they’re more than proud of you, and I’m telling the truth.”

Youstayed coddled up to him, calm and contented. McCree let it be, softly humming a lullaby, out of tune and out of place, though you appreciated the thought he put to it. As you fell asleep in his arms from your crying, his lullaby served as your protection from your nightmares.

Hanzo:

He watched you awkwardly as you began to cry as the song from the radio played on. He couldn’t think of what to do at first, until by instinct, he turned off the radio and just pulled you close to him, letting you cry it all out in his arms as he pet your head and kissed your temple where your hair parts. Your sobs was the only sound present in the room, and all he can do was to pull you closer and closer until the steady beating of his heart and the heaving of his chest managed to calm you down to be able to talk.

“I’m here, I’m here…” he tried to comfort. When you pulled away to be able to look up to him, he gently wiped your tears like you were such a fragile thing in his arms. The gesture melted your heart, and as you sniffed, you wiped your eyes as dry as you could, giving yourself a bit of space from him to pick up the courage to speak and explain the matter to him.

With downcast eyes and a somber smile, you talked, “I remember… dad used to sing it to mom in the afternoon while we’re relaxing or if she’s doing something. And then… you know, they just… dad will gently grab mom for a dance and then I watch them…” You started to cry again, “I-I… I miss it… I miss them… I just… I just want some time with them again, Hanzo…”

Hanzo looked at you with melancholy. Truthfully, he didn’t know how to comfort you when the matter was about families, raised to be hardened and put his duties above all else to be a good son, and there was nothing much he knew about quality time with his father. His father was more of hoping one of his sons would grow up to continue their legacy. His own family was already dysfunctional and probably not the best environment for a child to grow, and he was sure he was the last person to know how to comfort someone when they had an outburst of emotion.

Still, this was his beloved, the better half of him, and for them, he’d do anything to be what they needed for him to be.

He embraced them and peppered kisses all over their face until they let out a soft laugh because his beard tickled them. A soft smile came to his face before he cupped their cheeks and pressed his forehead against them. “My love, I know we can’t bring back what’s already lost, but… I’ll always be here with you, whatever you need from me, I’ll do my best. I can’t replace them and the love they’d given you, but I can only hope what I can give you will be enough to make you happy.”

His words were heartfelt and true as they can be. Hanzo’s conviction was as true as his commitment for you, and as you smiled again, he planted a soft kiss on your lips, pulling away with a smile. He couldn’t help himself and he left feathery light kisses along your eyes and nose, making you giggle under your breath.

Hanzo knew he wouldn’t be able to replace the role your parents played, but he hoped your love will be enough to make you smile everyday, you were his absolution from the mess of his life, his port in a stormy sea, and he didn’t want to let you go, not when you became everything good he had. As you rested in his arms, the only sounds that can be heard were his breathing and yours, and soon you were falling asleep in his arms, comforted and secure.

As much as you were his anchor, unbeknownst to him, he was your safe haven, and you plan to make it known to him as soon as you wake up later.

[teacupcreations]

You and Me

Title:  You and Me

Character(s): Actor Tom

Chapter Number/One Shot: One Shot

Rating: T

Genre: Romance/Comfort

Summary: Tom’s girlfriend comes home after a long day and just needs his comfort.

Warnings: Minor swearing.

Author Note: I had this idea the other day when I was feeling down and finally got a chance to write the drabble out.

Tom squinted at his laptop, too settled on the couch to trouble himself in searching for his glasses. He ran over a script that was sent to him, making little notes whenever a thought came to him. He was so engrossed, he barely gave much of a glance as the front door opened and then closed.

“Babe,” he called, glancing towards the hall before back down at the laptop.

It took only a moment for him to realize no one responded. Frowning, Tom tilted his head away from the computer and listened as one shoe dropped to the ground, followed by another. A bag fell with a thud before the closet door creaked open. His worry started to amount when Hailey trudged into the room, her shoulders drawn downwards.

“Sweet girl?” His eyebrows furrowed as she moved straight towards him, not even muttering a sound. He only just moved the laptop onto the coffee table before she was crawling onto his lap. “Hails?”

Her thighs straddled his, her arms wrapping around his waist almost desperately as she dug her face into his neck. Tom immediately drew his arm around her, pressing her even closer as his other hand stroked her hair. Hearing her sniff, he held onto her even tighter.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I…” she trailed off with a choked sob.

“Oh, Hails.” He pecked the top of her head as he continued to stroke her hair, running his fingers through the shoulder length strands. “What do you need, baby?”

She sniffed again, not answering at first. “You to quit. Me to quit.”

His fingers trailed down her spine. “We can just stay in bed all day.”

Hailey shook her head. “No. Beach.”

“Ah, lie in the beach all day then. Just you and me and a few drinks.” He peppered kisses to the top of her head. “We might need some sunblock though.”

She snorted. “Especially for your white ass.”

“Because I’ll be nude, of course.”

“Mhmm.” Another sniff before she lifted her chin.

“There’s my sweet girl.” He cupped her cheeks, dragging his thumbs underneath her eyes to wipe away the tears. “Bad day? Should I call the travel agent?”

She melted against him. “I just want you.”

Tom tipped her head back so he could steal a kiss. “You have me, Hails. Just you and me.”

“And a beach?” There was a small smile pulling at her lips.

“Wherever you want, I’ll be.”