SUMMARY || Ever since you were small, you have had a substantial fear of the dentist, and now that you have to have your wisdom teeth removed, your anxiety is growing every day. It's a good thing you have Chris by your side, as he will be there alongside you every step of the way, making the load to bear a little less difficult.
RATING || Mature (M)
TAGS || RPF. Established relationship. Use of nicknames (Princess). Slight hurt/comfort. Wedding anniversary celebration. Cuddling. Kissing and making out. An almost criminal amount of fluff.
WARNINGS || Angst. Dentophobia/fear of the dentist. Anxiety. References to anesthesia. Referenced wisdom teeth removal. Lots of praise and reassurance.
A/N || This one-shot is requested by a very sweet Anon! I wish you the best of luck during the procedure of having your wisdom teeth removed tomorrow, and I hope this fic brought you all the comfort you could possibly need! This story is proofread by the amazing @ccbsrmsf1. Thank you so much! 💙
A/N 2.0 || As of 14 April 2024, my requests are closed. I will work through the backlog of requests for the foreseeable future - once they are opened again, I will make an official announcement on my blog! 💙
EVENTS
Masterlist || @anyfandomfluffbingo || Toothache
Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Covered with [kisses]
Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Cold hands + 'I'll do anything to keep you right here with me.' + 'Here's the day you hoped would never come.'
Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Wild || ''Trust me."
Masterlist || @multifandom-flash Compliments || It has been an honor
Masterlist || @ultimatechrisbingo || Walk on the beach
GIF: Source || All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin
Main Masterlist || Chris Evans Masterlist
It's a beautiful Sunday afternoon as you walk on the beach with your husband, Chris, and your dog, Dodger. The sun is shining bright on you both, and he's wearing shorts and a shirt while you're dressed in a stunning sundress that flows around you beautifully with the wind coming from the ocean.
Dodger constantly runs back and forth with his tennis ball as you and Chris alternate between throwing. Your hands are interlaced, and now and again, he squeezes softly while looking over at you fondly. It's the weekend of your tenth wedding anniversary, and he surprised you with a trip to the beach with all three of you.
"What's on your mind, Princess?" Chris says after you've been awfully quiet for a while. He stops you in the middle of your tracks as he turns your bodies towards each other, and you're practically standing chest to chest.
"Nothing," you sigh as you cast your eyes down, pulling Chris into a much-needed hug. He nuzzles his face into your neck while his arms wrap tightly around you, his hands rubbing your back soothingly. You have to have your wisdom teeth removed in a few days, and he knows how afraid you are, but he will be there every step of the way.
"You're going to be okay, Princess. Trust me," Chris whispers, and you nod before letting a couple of tears glide down your cheeks, absorbed by the fabric of his T-shirt. The two of you stay there for a few minutes until Dodger interrupts the moment by jumping against you both, and you can't help but laugh through the tears.
"Okay, okay! I'll throw your ball, Buddy. No worries," you say between a few sniffles, wiping your tears away. Before you can bend down, Chris cups your cheeks to wipe the last tears away, and he captures your lips with a featherlight kiss that immediately leaves you wanting more. You bite your lip as he pulls away with a smile.
"I love you, and I promise you'll do amazing. I will be there every step of the way," he tells you, and you nod.
"Thank you, Chris," you whisper with a smile, and you finally bend down to throw the ball for Dodger, who runs after it like a dog with the energy of about five puppies combined. Chris pulls you into his side as you continue your walk, and after about an hour, you finally arrive back at the apartment you two have rented for the weekend.
Dodger is completely tuckered out as he's lying in the last bit of sun for the day, and you're in the kitchen cutting up some fruit while Chris is running both of you a relaxing bath. Seeing how it's the last evening of your anniversary vacation, he's planning on going all out to make it truly unforgettable.
"Are you ready for a relaxing bath, Mrs. Evans?" Chris asks as he stands behind you, his hands on your hips, lightly swaying you both from left to right to the soft music he turned on.
"I am, and how about you, Mr. Evans?" you ask as you turn in his hold, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him close. When your chests touch, you feel your heart beating faster, and he bends down to put his forehead against yours.
"More than you know," he whispers against your lips as he leans in to kiss them softly, and you both slowly deepen the kiss. Your hands glide through his hair as soft moans escape from your lips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your sides. He pulls away all too soon for your liking, but he looks at you with a love-filled look that has your insides on fire at the sight.
"Come on, let's enjoy that bath together," he says before stealing one last kiss and grabbing your hand to lead you to the large bathroom. There, he put a few candles to add to the atmosphere, two glasses and a bottle of wine, lots of rose petals, and a rose-scented bath bomb in the bath. The music in the background finishes it off, and he closes the door behind you both to give you all the privacy you two could need.
Chris slips the straps of your dress down your shoulders, leaving you in nothing but a pair of panties in front of him, and his mouth curls into an appreciative smile.
"So beautiful," he says while his hands glide over your body, and your neck and shoulders are covered with kisses. Once you're completely bare for him, he turns you around so you have the opportunity to undress him, too - which you gladly do. From revealing his broad shoulders and small, muscular waist to revealing his bare, strong thighs, you take your time to unwrap him like a present on Christmas morning.
Chris first steps into the bath when he's completely bare, guiding you into the warm water to ensure you won't slip and fall. As soon as you're seated on his lap, Chris pours you a glass of your favorite wine before handing it to you. During your entire time in the tub, you two share many loving moments, funny jokes, and sweet touches and feed each other pieces of the fruit you've cut.
The entire time, the butterflies in your stomach go wild, and this is one of the best surprises Chris has ever prepared. He's never shy about wanting to surprise you, and something he goes all out, but moments like these will forever be your favorite.
"Thank you for everything this weekend. I will never forget it," you tell your husband as his hands softly massage your stomach underwater.
"You don't need to thank me, Princess; I'd happily give you the moon if I could, so this is the least I could do for my girl during our special weekend," he tells you, and you smile at his words. A warm feeling spreads through your body as he calls you his girl - even after being married for a decade.
"I love you, Chris," you tell him before cupping his cheeks and kissing his soft, pink lips softly, his facial hair tickling your hands a little bit.
"I love you too, Princess," he whispers against your lips, gradually deepening the kiss again, which you can never get enough of. Your husband's hands roaming over your body while you two get lost in a kiss is one of the best feelings in the world, and it's one you will look forward to every single day.
The day you have been dreading has finally arrived, as your alarm goes off too early for your liking. With a groan, you turn around and into Chris' waiting arms as he pulls you close against his hairy, bare chest.
"Mornin', Princess," he grumbles in his deep morning voice. If it were every other morning, you would have been more than happy to say good morning to him, but today's not an ordinary day because here's the day you hoped would never come.
"Do we really have to get up? I'll do anything to keep you right here with me," you try to convince your husband after your cuddle session is over, and much to your surprise, he gives in to your pleadings.
"Well, I suppose we do have about an hour before we have to be ready, so maybe I can calm your nerves a bit," Chris offers as he positions you on your back before caging you in by draping his body over you.
"Hmm, what did you have in mind?" you ask playfully, and the nerves are already calming slightly.
"I think you know exactly what I have in mind,” he says with a roll of his hips against yours, his erection teasing you between your spread legs. You bite your bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping at the friction, and Chris is nothing if not a man of his word as he spends the next 30 minutes pulling you apart until all you can think about is him.
"How're you feeling now, Princess? Are you still nervous?" Chris asks, and you giggle in response, unable to form a coherent sentence. He peppers your face with kisses before cleaning you both up and getting ready to head to the hospital.
Chris will be there every step of the way during your stay at the hospital, but despite that, the anxiety has definitely found its home in your body. You constantly bounce with your leg, you're having difficulty focusing on anything, and you're genuinely getting scared as soon as he pulls into the large parking structure that's attached to the hospital.
"Can you look at me for a moment, Princess?" Chris asks as he grabs hold of your hand. Your brows are furrowed as you look at him, and you're squeezing his hand as you do, but he doesn't mind.
"I know you're scared and anxious right now, but I promise to be there for you every step of the way, okay? From the moment you go into the treatment room, and they administer the anesthesia until you wake up after, I will be there, okay? I promise you that I am not going anywhere," he says, his large hands enveloping the hand closest to him.
"Do you trust me?" he asks, and you nod.
"Y-yeah, I trust you, Chris," you say with a small smile, though it doesn't reach your eyes.
"Okay, let's go inside then because they cannot come out here to do it," he jokes, and you smile at it despite not being in the mood for his silliness.
Not even 15 minutes later, you're being called in for your procedure, and Chris has called ahead of time to explain the entire situation. He's allowed to stay until you're completely under anesthesia, but after that, he has to leave the room until you're in the recovery room.
Your heart is beating out of your chest, and you're on the verge of tears as you squeeze Chris' hand tightly. He feels a bit of a knot in his stomach as he sees you like this. Despite that, he has to be strong for you. He can worry about himself later. Right now, you need him most.
"How are you feeling today, Mrs. Evans?" the dentist asks, but you don't answer. Instead, you look at your shoes while you fight against the tears threatening to spill over.
"It's okay, Princess. I'm here, okay? I promise you I won't go anywhere. I know you're scared and anxious, but he will make your toothache disappear, just like we talked about," Chris says, and you look over at him.
A certain warmth in his voice brings you a bit of calm, and you nod.
"Okay," you whisper, and even though your heart still feels like it's going to beat out of your chest, you eventually lie down so everyone can start prepping you for the removal of your wisdom teeth. During all this, Chris is standing in your line of sight while he holds your hand, so you know he's not going anywhere.
"Alright, you can say your goodbyes now; once the anesthesia starts, it will only be a matter of second before you're in a deep sleep," the anesthesiologist tells both you and Chris.
"I love you so much, Princess, and I am so incredibly proud of you for doing this. You're such a brave girl for me right now," Chris whispers between soft kisses on your forehead.
"I'll be right here with you when you wake up, okay? It will be over before you know it, and then we can go home to see Dodger again," he says, and you smile at the mention of your dog.
"I love you, Chris," you say before a few last pecks on your lips, and then it's officially time for you to go to sleep. As promised, Chris is petting your cheek softly while you go to sleep, and shortly after, he's ushered out of the room so they can get started.
The procedure goes smoothly, and less than an hour later, you're sleeping off your anesthesia in the recovery room. Chris is seated in a chair on the side of your bed, his hand holding yours as he rubs soothing circles with his thumb. When a soft groan leaves your mouth, he's up and standing next to your bed.
"Welcome back, Princess," he says as he smiles at you. Your eyes slowly open as you're greeted by the sound of your husband's voice.
"Thank you," you groan, seeing you're still groggy from the anesthesia. Your cheeks are definitely swollen, but you have gotten some medication for the pain, and Chris has also gotten a prescription for more that you two can pick up as you head out of the hospital later.
"You have cold hands," you suddenly say, and Chris can't help but laugh at your comment, combined with the way you're clinging onto his hand for dear life, trying to warm it back up.
"I'm sorry. I've been sitting by your side for so long that my hands must've gotten cold," Chris explains, but all you can see is his face.
"Beautiful," you whisper to your husband, who smiles at you.
"You're also beautiful, Princess," he says with a reassuring smile, making your heartbeat skip.
"I like it when you call me that; do it again!" you tell him.
"Yeah? Do you like it when I call you Princess? That's good because I can assure you that you're by far the most beautiful Princess in the entire world. You even looked like one during our wedding day," Chris tells you.
"We're married? Ooooh, I'm a lucky lady," you sigh as you look at him with fond eyes. Chris knows it's a side effect of all the medication you have gotten combined with the anesthesia, but that doesn't make it any less funny when you act like this.
"We are. You have been the beautiful Mrs. Evans for the past ten years already," he tells you, and your eyes twinkle at the thought of being married to the handsome man beside your bed.
Shortly after, the nurse comes to check on you, and not long after, you're allowed to go home, where you can fully recover from your procedure.
"I'm going to cuddle with Dodger when we're home," you tell Chris as he carefully wheels you to the car in one of the hospital-issued wheelchairs.
"I think he would love that, Princess. He always loves you a lot," Chris says, and you nod. Once you're seated in the car and strapped in, your husband returns the wheelchair before joining you in the car.
"Thank you for being my chaperone today," you say as you look at Chris, and a warm smile lights up his face.
"It has been an honor to be there for you today. I know you needed me, and just like I vowed to you a decade ago, I will be there for you through sickness and health. I will always be here for you, Princess, every step of the way," he says before lifting your hand and bringing it to his lips.
He kisses it softly before driving home, and when you're there, Chris prepares the couch for you to lie on. It doesn't take long before Dodger joins you, and you're getting the cuddles from him you've been craving so much. Today has been stressful, but with Chris by your side, nothing bad could ever happen to you.
After all, he's right there with you every step of the way.
PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Robert Downey Jr. x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT | 2.9K
SUMMARY | Life with your husband, Robert, and your three-month-old son, Joseph, has been nothing short of a dream, and you are grateful you get to live this life with him. When you find out you're having another baby after almost a year and a half later, you get a surprise of a lifetime, and the love between you and your husband only grows stronger because of it.
RATING | Explicit (E)
WARNINGS/TAGS | RPF, established relationship, age gap, use of nicknames (Gorgeous, Bubba), referenced pregnancy, breastfeeding.
SMUT | Dirty talk, hair pulling, praising, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), cream pie.
A/N | @ccbsrmsf1 gifted me this idea after she had a fantastic dream, and it is an honor to turn it into a full story for you! This idea kept melting my heart while at the same time making it beat faster with every passing second, and I am incredibly proud of the result. I hope you love it as much as I did when writing it, and I thank you so much for sharing this! I love you 3000 💙
A/N 2.0 | This one-shot is proofread by @late-to-the-party-81, for which I'm very grateful! Thank you for all your support on my blog and your feedback because it took this story to a whole different level! 💙
You have heard many stories about having a baby—many good, some not. However, despite all that, you've been living on a blue cloud since your little boy, Joseph, was born a just over three months ago. Ever since he came into your life, he has brightened every second, and seeing the expressions softening on your husband's face is priceless. Every time he steps through your front door, you can see him visibly relax at the sight of his precious son, which warms your heart.
Robert has been under quite a bit of stress lately due to his busier-than-normal work schedule, but he will always make time for you two, for which you'll always be grateful. Family has always been very important to Robert, and since your son was born, he's been trying to be home more and more, much to your delight.
Right now, you're sitting on the couch breastfeeding Joseph—or Joe, for short—while watching The Nightmare Before Christmas, one of your favorite movies to watch all year round. While Joe happily suckles away, you hear Robert's keys turn the lock on the front door, notifying you that your husband is home again.
"Daddy's home, Bubba. Are you excited to see him again?" you ask Joe. He smiles with your nipple still in his mouth, which makes your heart melt a little bit.
"Oh, look at the two of you! Are my two favorite people having fun on the couch together without me?!" Robert asks with faux surprise, and it makes you chuckle. You look at him with a love-filled look, and he gives one in return as he sits beside you.
Before you got pregnant, you two were already very close and very in love, but your love has only increased tenfold since the birth of your son. He leans in to give you a soft peck on your lips, and the small gesture makes you feel very loved.
"We are. He got hungry a little sooner than usual, so I figured I'd feed him now so he wouldn't have to wait too long. How was your day today?" you ask with a soft smile, but his soft expression gives way to one filled with worry.
"I have to go to New York for two weeks tomorrow. I tried to get out of it, but sadly, I cannot, for which I'm very sorry, Gorgeous," Robert sighs, his brows knitted together as he looks at you with a regret-filled expression.
"Hey, it's okay. Maybe we can join you in the second week. I have to finish my manuscript for my new book this week, but once I send it to my editor, I have all the time to visit you with him. I'm sure he wouldn't mind seeing his Daddy again either," you say as you reposition him slightly to be more comfortable.
"That would be amazing, Gorgeous, but only if you're sure. If you'd rather stay home-" is all he can say before you cut him off with another kiss. You can feel him melt a little into your gesture, his shoulders losing some of the tension he held onto this entire time.
"I'm sure, Robert. I want to be by your side, and I cannot stay away from you for too long; you should know that by now," you say with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. He lets himself be comfortable by your side while looking at his son. He looks exactly like you, from the facial features to the hair and skin color, although you both suspect he will end up with Robert’s eye color. It's abundantly clear he combines your shared love, and Robert couldn't be happier.
"He's beautiful, isn't he?" you whisper, and Robert nods softly before letting his finger glide over Joe's cheek, feeling its softness against his skin. He already looked forward to coming home to you every day, but now that you have a baby, he definitely can’t stay away anymore.
"I love you both so much," Robert whispers in turn, and you give him a soft kiss on the top of his head. All three of you stay like that until Joe is done feeding; Robert takes him out of your arms to get burped and gives him a clean diaper. You decide to take a much-needed shower and take care of yourself for a bit.
"Thank you so much for taking over; I'll go take a shower and start dinner so you can have some much-needed baby time," you tell him, and Robert nods with a big smile. He wants to soak up every second he can now that his son is still small, especially since he's often gone due to his hectic schedule.
"I'd love nothing more, Gorgeous," he tells you, and you retreat to the shower for some personal time. Taking care of a baby and finishing your manuscript for your latest book is a challenge, and even though you love doing both with all your heart, you also know you wouldn't have been able to do it without his help.
When you walk down the stairs 30 minutes later, feeling refreshed and wearing a nice set of comfortable PJs—which consist of not much more than a pair of booty shorts and one of his shirts -Robert is sitting on the couch with his knees pulled up and Joe on his lap while playing peek-a-boo. Your heart skips a beat or two at the sight of your son's laughter.
As you listen to them bonding, you start on dinner, and it doesn't take long to finish cooking, seeing how you opted for a simple pasta dish today. As you do that, Joe is starting to get sleepy, so Robert decides to put him down for a nap.
"I'll be right back, Gorgeous. He just let out the biggest yawn I've ever seen him do, so I have a feeling he might benefit from a little nap. You were also feeding him early, so I think he's just being a sleepy little boy today," you look over at your husband and son, a warmth flooding through you at the sight and a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
"He didn't sleep much during his afternoon nap, so I am not surprised he's this sleepy already," you say, and Robert nods in understanding. Even though Joe usually sleeps like a champ, he's having an off day today and will benefit from having another nap now.
"Sleep well, Bubba," you whisper to Joe before giving a soft peck on his cheek, to which he gives a sleepy smile in return. While Robert puts him down for his nap, you finish dinner, and both finish eating soon after. The conversation flows naturally and is light, but it's the perfect way to destress for a little while.
"What do you think of having a cuddle session on the couch? He'll be out like a light for the foreseeable future, and I have missed you way too much today," Robert says as you put the last plate away after the dishes, his chest plastered against your back.
"Depends on the kind of cuddle session you're thinking of," you say as you turn in his hold, giving him a raised brow as you look up at him. He's quite a bit taller than you are, so you have to crane your neck a little, making Robert chuckle.
"I think you know exactly what kind I'm talking about, Gorgeous," Robert says, his voice dropping slightly as he does. He leads the two of you to the couch before sitting down and pulling you with him, and you cannot suppress a little shriek that comes out.
As he gets comfortable on the couch, you move to straddle his lap, and your mouths quickly find each other in a heated, passionate kiss. His fingers are digging into your hips as he grinds you over his growing erection, and soft whimpers are swallowed in your kisses.
"Missed you so fucking much, Gorgeous, you make me so happy, and I want another baby with you," he tells you, and your eyes go wide at his confession. Did he say what you think he did? You take a short moment to let it sink in, and your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth as you do so.
"I would love nothing more, Robert; I want at least three babies with you!" you tell him, and the smile on his face is indescribable. Lust quickly seems to take over his body as he pulls you closer, your hips grinding over his clothed member again while more soft whimpers escape, leaving you needing more, needing him.
"Robert, please," you say, and he knows exactly what you want. You scoot back far enough to free his cock; the tip flushed red as a bead of pre-cum is gathered at the slit. The veins running along have your mouth watering as you desire to run your tongue over them, and your pussy clenches around nothing.
Your shorts are pulled to the side quickly, allowing you to sink onto his cock as you take it inch by inch. Your walls envelop him completely and deliciously, making both of you moan in unison.
"You're so sexy when you sit on my cock, Gorgeous," he whispers with a lopsided grin as his fingers softly squeeze your hips, and you look into his deep, dark brown eyes when you bottom out. Your lip is pulled between your teeth to suppress a groan, being mindful that you won't wake up your sleeping son.
Once you've adjusted to his cock inside you, you lift yourself before bottoming out again, setting a slow pace for the two of you to enjoy while your fingers tangle into his hair, messing it up as you catch his mouth with yours in a slow, passionate kiss.
Robert's fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your hips to ground himself, not wanting to shoot his load right away. Even though you two had a lazy session of morning sex that very same day, you two will never get enough of each other, and this moment is evidence of just that.
"G-Gorgeous, please," Robert stammers out as his gaze locks onto yours, your eyes half-lidded as the pleasure courses through your body, his plea settling into the butterflies going wild in your body.
"Please, let me fuck a baby into you. You know I love it when you ride me, but for the love of God, let me fuck a baby into you," he begs, and the words are slowly sinking in as the pleasure builds rapidly.
As soon as you give him the go-ahead, your back hits the soft fabric of the couch, and your thighs spread of their own accord to welcome him back. Before he lines up with your entrance, he teases your clit a little with the tip of his cock, making your back arch as he does.
"That's it, Gorgeous, doin' so well for me right now. 'M gonna give you all the babies you want when you're this good for me," he says as he nuzzles into your neck, the scent of your apple-scented shower gel still lingering on your skin.
He stays still for a moment after bottoming out, reveling in the pleasure of your warm, tight pussy wrapped around his cock before he starts moving slowly, taking his time before sliding back in as if he's savoring every stroke of his cock inside you. It's as if he's committing every inch of you to memory.
"So tight, so perfect, Gorgeous. I'm so lucky you want to give me all your babies. Allowing me to stuff you full with my cum until it drips out and you're pregnant," he groans as he keeps thrusting in and out of you slowly, taking his sweet time as he makes love to you.
"You're so beautiful, and I truly got lucky when I met you," he says as he looks into your eyes, and you can see his love grow with every passing second. Your arms are slung loosely around his neck, your fingers softly gripping the hair on the nape of his neck as he speeds up his thrusts every so often, the pleasure in both your bodies building quickly.
"R-Robert, 'm close," you moan softly, and he lets you know he's close too, based on the soft groans tumbling from his lips. Your legs wrap around his hips to pull him even closer - his cock hitting your sweet spot with every thrust has your eyes rolling back as the pleasure comes to a high.
"M almost there, Gorgeous, I'm close too," he pants out as he picks up the pace even more, his moans muffled by your shoulder as he cums. You both fall over the edge at the same time, and Robert takes his time to ride out both your orgasms before slipping out and pulling you on top of him on the couch.
When Robert takes a deep breath before saying something, you can hear little Joe over the baby monitor, and with a satisfied smile, you look at your husband.
"You go get cleaned up, and I'll go take care of him, okay?" you say, and he nods. You climb off of him, readjusting your shorts and shirt while he gets off the couch, carefully tucking himself away before going to get himself cleaned up, too.
"You're the best wife and mother we could have asked for, you know that? And I cannot wait to add another baby to our family to make your dreams come true," he says as he cups your cheeks and leans in to capture your lips with a sweet, soft kiss. Another flood of warmth and love swoops through your stomach.
"I love you, Robert, and I cannot wait either!" you tell him as you walk to the nursery, leaving Robert with a content smile. You're lucky to have met him, and building a life with him is the cherry on top of it all.
It has been almost a year since you and Robert decided to try and conceive again, and it took about six months before you got a positive test result. A few weeks later, you discover your baby is healthy and growing rapidly. But today is the day you will find out the gender of the little Nugget growing in your belly.
"Everything is looking good,” the sonographer says. “Are you excited to find out-" she cuts off suddenly and turns completely silent, except for the whirring of machines. A sense of dread fills you, and you squeeze Robert's hand. As you look at the baby monitor, your brows knit together, trying to understand what the sonographer sees. Your heart feels like it's sinking through the floor.
"Is everything okay with the baby?" Robert is the first to speak up, and you can feel a lump forming in your throat. For a moment, you're afraid your worst nightmare is becoming reality, but the sonographers next words confirm that nothing could be further from the truth.
"Well, yes. Everything is okay with the baby, but we read the ultrasound wrong the last time because you are pregnant with twins!" she says before profusely apologizing. All this time, you were growing two babies, and one of them is quite a lot smaller, so they have been hiding. You were growing a 'secret twin' of sorts.
"Can you tell their gender?" you ask, the relief evident in your voice. Your eyes are again trained on the monitor when she tells you the fantastic news, a flutter of excitement going through your chest and stomach as the words slowly sink in.
"You'll be having two wonderful, identical baby girls!" she says, and a huge relief washes over you. With these words, every ounce of worry washes away, and you look at Robert with tears. Not only will you have two more babies with him, but to have two girls at once is truly the cherry on top.
"I can't believe we'll be having twins! And two little girls; I think Joe will be happy to have two baby sisters to play with when they're older," you tell your husband, who has a huge smile. He's thrilled now, and you're happily sitting on a large, pink cloud.
Life couldn't be more perfect if you'd tried. With Robert getting another major movie role, your new book being published in a few weeks, and two babies on the way, you're going to have a busy life, but one you're looking forward to more and more every day.
"This is better than I could have ever dreamed of, Gorgeous," Robert tells you as you walk out of the doctor's office, your fingers interlaced with his as you do. Your free hand rubs your round belly, and a smile is stretched wide on your face.
"It's everything I ever dreamed of and more. Life finally feels perfect with an amazing husband like you, a beautiful son, and two more miracles on the way. Like I am exactly where I am supposed to be," you tell him as you're standing outside the doctor's office, the rays of sun shining down on both of you.
"I almost forgot how sappy you get when you're pregnant, but by God, do I love it. I'm lucky to have an amazing wife like you," he says with a broad smile before leaning in and capturing your lips with his. The rest of your life starts here, and you're looking forward to the day you'll be bringing your daughters home because that will be the day your lifelong dream has officially come true.
PAIRING | Iron Man!Tony Stark x Journalist!Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT | 5K
SUMMARY | You have been asked to interview and shadow Tony for a few months regarding his research in nanotechnology and his life as Iron Man. During this time, the sexual tension builds quickly between you two, and when you can't stop staring at him while he's working, the tension snaps, and you learn about a new kink you never knew you had.
RATING | Explicit (E)
WARNINGS/TAGS | Age gap, mutual pining, slight insecurities.
SMUT | Porn with plot, use of traffic light system, lots of dirty talk, praise kink, sir kink, size kink, hair pulling, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting, cream pie, aftercare
A/N | This one-shot is written based on a request I received from a lovely Anon! From the moment this appeared in my asks, I could not stop thinking about it, and @ccbsrmsf1 and I have been drooling about this since that moment. So dear Anon, if you wish to reveal yourself (if not, I totally understand that too!) I'd love for you to send me a DM so I can thank you personally for your amazing ideas! 🩷
A/N 2.0 | This is proofread by my best friend and biggest supporter on this website, @ccbsrmsf1. I wouldn't be here without you today, and I cannot thank you enough! I love you 3000 🩷
EVENTS
Masterlist | @anyfandomfluffbingo | Journalist!Reader
Masterlist | @multifandom-flash | Grow Old With Me
The past three months have been interesting, to say the least. From being asked to interview none other than Iron Man himself about his research on nanotechnology to shadowing him for five months, it is a rollercoaster you never expected to get onto. Still, you do not want to get off because it's too much fun.
But that's not all because, during these months, you and Tony have also been building on the sexual tension that is palpable between the two of you. From semi-innocent flirting to not-so-innocent grinding on the dancefloor after a few drinks, it has all passed the revue, and it is like a rubber band that is about to snap. One more move, and it will snap, leaving both of you to lust after the other like never before.
Today, you're just observing Tony as he's working on his research, which would have been simple enough if it weren't for the fact that he's wearing a skintight shirt that exposes his broad shoulders, muscly, veiny, bulging biceps and forearms. His large, strong hands with long, skilled fingers have been the subject of your wet dreams. Your lip is pulled between your teeth as you look at him.
The shirt is pulled tight over his chest and abdomen, allowing you to drink in every inch of his muscles, which leads you to his narrow waist and thick legs covered in dark jeans that seem to hug his thick bulge and round butt perfectly, making you squeeze your legs together at the sight.
"Are you enjoying yourself over there, Sweets?" Tony asks with a quirked brow, and your eyes snap up to his as a flush appears on your cheeks at the fact you've been caught. You nod shyly, and a mischievous grin dances on Tony's lips as he walks over to where you're sitting on a table, which is the perfect spot to observe what he is doing.
"Did you like what you just saw? I'm sure you did because you've been clenching these delicious thighs and biting that perfect lip the entire time, huh? Don't think I haven't noticed it, Sweets; I can smell your arousal on the other side of the lab," he tells you in a low, rumbling voice that sends shivers down your spine.
"Y-yes, sir," you stammer out, the red color on your cheeks deepening when he stands before you. He moves forward as he places his hands on the table on either side of you, and you can't help but tremble as he's mere inches away from your face.
You accidentally knock something off the table as you shift your body a little to be more comfortable, and the heat on your cheeks now spreads from the tips of your ears down your chest as the embarrassment takes over completely. However, before you can think about it too much, Tony has cupped your face in his large hand, feeling the warmth radiating onto his long, calloused fingers.
"It's okay, Sweets. Nothing to be embarrassed about," he whispers before leaning forward, his lips kissing softly on the corner of your mouth. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of the softness of his lips on your face, a shuddering breath leaving your lips.
"A-are you sure?" you ask, and he nods.
"I'm sure. Whatever it is that you broke is nothing that I cannot replace; otherwise, it wouldn't be lying out here on the table," he says, and you can feel yourself already becoming calmer, the tension you were feeling earlier slowly replacing with need at the close proximity between you two.
Tony's hand drops down from your face to your bare thigh as he trails the tips of his fingers to the edge of your skirt, teasing you a little as a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
"You're perfect like this," he whispers in your ear, and you can't suppress the soft moan escaping your lips as he says those words. You have always enjoyed receiving praise, but hearing it from Tony does something to you that you have never considered. It only arouses you further.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice your skirt, Sweets? It barely covers your ass, so it's no wonder I could tell that you want me. You do want me, don't you?" Tony whispers between the kisses from your jaw to your throat until he reaches the sensitive spot beneath your ear.
You moan out a soft yes, and a small smile tugs at the corners of Tony's lips. Hearing that you want him just as much as he wants you has him twitching in his pants. He dares to move his fingers beneath the hem of your skirt. Just far enough to have a little taste of the skin hidden by the denim fabric, yet not enough to give you what you desperately want.
"Good girl," Tony tells you as you spread your thighs slightly, giving him the access you know he's been asking for without actually saying it. The flush on your cheeks returns as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to hide the fact that his praise is making your stomach flip and your skin feel like it's on fire.
Your breath hitches as you feel Tony's finger hook behind the elastic of your panties, allowing it to glide along the seam where your thigh meets your hip before moving away again just before he reaches the place you need him most. And once more, you're clenching around nothing because he loves being a tease.
A slight pout on your face has him chuckling before he leans in and kisses it away with a small peck, a smile taking its place instead when he pulls away. His hands slide under the hem of your shirt before pulling it off and over your head, revealing the light pink lingerie you're wearing underneath.
"This color looks beautiful on you, Sweets, but I know for sure it'll look even better on the floor," he says teasingly as he unclasps it, the fabric sliding down your arms and onto the floor effortlessly. His breath hitches in his throat as he sees what you've been hiding all this time, as two small, silver rings are adorning your nipples.
"Fuck," he whispers as he keeps staring for just a second too long, the blood in his body rushing to his cock at a rapid pace now that he notices them. Maybe you're not as innocent as he may have thought you to be, and he's practically drooling at the sight in front of him.
When he finally snaps back to reality, he grabs both your breasts, kneading them softly as he revels in the soft moans you let out. He cannot get enough of hearing them, though his ultimate goal is to have you screaming his name as loud as you possibly can, no matter who can hear it.
"Who would have thought that someone as sweet as you has her nipples pierced, hm? I bet they're nice and sensitive," he says as he softly tugs on the rings before playing with your nipples, your head falling back as the pleasure is increasingly growing. Tony takes the opportunity to suck some bruises onto your neck where it meets your shoulder, your fingers lacing into his hair.
Soft moans keep tumbling from your lips as the two of you stay like this for a while. Tony's lips on your neck have the arousal pooling in your panties again, and you're pretty sure there's a small puddle on the table where you're sitting at this point. From the teasing to the way he plays with your nipples and the praise he gives you, he is doing a damn good job of having you melt into a puddle.
"S-sir," you moan out eventually, the ache between your legs too much to handle at this point. Your clit is throbbing in anticipation as he pulls away, his gaze locking onto yours. The brown of his eyes is almost completely gone as lust has taken over.
"What's on your mind, Sweets?" Tony says sweetly, and you slip into the fuzzy headspace you always enjoy getting lost in.
"I need you," you whisper almost inaudibly, your eyes locked in a heated, lustful gaze.
"Yeah? Do you need Sir to play with that cute button between your legs? Or do you want me to slip my fingers in that undoubtedly tight, warm, and dripping pussy of yours?" he asks, and your eyes flutter closed at the thought of his fingers inside you, bringing you to your orgasm.
"Both," you tell him, and Tony can handle only so much before his restraint snaps. His fingers glide past your bare stomach down to your skirt, which has ridden up entirely from the rocking motions of your hips.
"What's your color, Sweets?" he asks, and your eyes slowly open before finding his. You may never have discussed the traffic light system with him before, but you still need to be aware of what he's talking about, and it gives you a warm sense of security.
"So, SO fucking green," you tell him with your eyes half-lidded, and Tony can't help but feel proud at the way you are already so fucked out, despite him barely touching you. It's a sight he knows he will never get enough of.
"Good girl," he says before pulling down your panties, the soaked fabric being put in the back pocket of his jeans to save for later. A soft moan slips past your lips again, and Tony can't stop reveling in the fact that you have a huge praise kink. He already knows he will make good use of that newfound knowledge.
"Does my girl like to be praised?" he asks, his fingers leisurely gliding through your folds to gather the slick between them, and he can tell you're increasingly getting wetter with his question. Your hands fly to his hair as he finds your clit, and you pull him close before moaning a yes into his ear.
His cock twitches in his pants at the way you're melting into a puddle under his touch, and he's reveling in every little moan and whimper slipping past your beautiful, soft, pink lips. The way the pad of his finger feels against your sensitive clit have you jolting each time they make contact, and you can't stop pulling on his dark brown locks as the pleasure inside you keeps building and building.
Almost as if he can sense it, Tony slips a finger into your pussy, being careful not to hurt you as he slides it in. Your head falls back as the pleasure takes over your body; the whimpers and moans from your lips only intensify when your orgasm creeps closer and closer until it washes over you with a scream of his name.
"That's it, Sweets, doing so well for me! You look fucking gorgeous when you cum," he groans out as you tremble, his fingers now making the filthiest, most delicious squelches as your arousal only grows. His fingers are like magic, and you only want more.
"Yeah?" you ask shyly when Tony's worked you through your orgasm, ensuring you don't crash from your high all of a sudden. A blush is adorning your face at the praise Tony has given you, and you can't stop yourself from wanting more of it and more of him.
"Fuck yes, 's the prettiest fuckin' sight I've ever seen, Sweets. Now I can't wait to see what you look like when you cum on my cock," he tells you, and the color on your cheeks deepens at the thought of Tony stretching you on his cock.
"Let's find out then, shall we?" you ask playfully, and Tony cannot say no to an offer like that. When you offer yourself up on a silver platter like that, he will definitely take his share of you. It would be stupid to deny himself something he so desperately wants, after all.
Before you know it, Tony is completely bare, and you can't stop staring at the monster of a cock that is standing at attention between his legs. The tip is already leaking pre-cum, and the blue veins running from the tip down his shaft don't go unnoticed by you, either. Finishing that with the way his balls look as they hang perfectly underneath it, and you know you're in love. With him. With his cock. With everything.
"Do you like what you see? If you want, you can give it a little touch first; it won't bite," Tony says as he steps closer, and you bite your lip as his cock bobs up and down with every step. You reach out on instinct, and you gasp at the way your hand can barely close around his girth.
"Hmm, look at that, Sweets. It's so big you can barely hold it all; are you sure it will all fit inside that tight pussy?" he teases you, and you nod immediately as you look up at him, your eyes torn away from his cock for the first time since he revealed it. Your hand moves up and down as he comes to stand between your legs, soft groans leaving his chest as you do so.
"God, you're perfect. Fuckin' perfect," he grits out as he thrusts carefully into your hand, trying not to stimulate himself too much before he cums without having even felt the warmth of your pussy yet. As he keeps praising you, your pussy clenches around nothing as you're aching for his cock to be put inside you, to slide home just the way you both want.
He can feel himself getting dangerously close to the edge, and before it's too late, he grips your wrist carefully, stopping your movements. You look up at him with concern, but he's quick to ease your mind.
"I was about to cum, Sweets, 'n' I don't want to yet," he tells you, and you nod. You let go of his cock, instead letting your hand dip down to play with his balls, which was a genius move as he moans loudly as you give them a gentle squeeze. He's very sensitive there, and you're dripping onto the table at the thought that it's you who does that to him.
"God, you're doin' so well for me, Sweets. Play with my balls like that; j-just roll 'em a bit," he whispers, and you do as he asks, pride swelling in your chest at his words. His cock throbs each time you squeeze them gently, rolling them in your hand, which barely fits around them. Even his balls are big in your hand, and Tony cannot get enough of the sight.
"That's enough for now," he tells you gently, and you let them go, already missing their weight in your hand. Despite their size, they were surprisingly comfortable in your hand, which is something you would never have thought.
As you wait for Tony to make the next move, he lifts his hand to tilt your head back a little, his finger touching your chin ever so slightly.
"I want you to know that if we continue, you can tell me to stop whenever you want. You can say yellow if you're uncomfortable and need to switch positions or red if you must stop altogether. Do you understand that?" Tony asks, and the care in his voice has your heart beat faster.
"Yes, sir," you whisper, and Tony rewards you with a small, soft kiss on your lips. It's not enough to get lost in, but enough to leave you wanting more, which is what he was going for.
"What's your color now?"
"Green, Sir. Very green," you tell him, and he nods. There are no signs of discomfort on your face, and Tony gives you a slight smirk as he grabs his cock this time, pumping it a few times before pulling you to the edge of the table and dragging his cock through your folds a few times. An obscenely loud moan escapes your lips as his tip rubs over your sensitive clit, and Tony feels himself throbbing in his hand.
"Lean back for me, Sweets," he tells you, and you do as he asks. The sight that unfolds has Tony squeezing himself at the base of his cock to ensure he doesn't cum yet. Your body looks like it's glowing, and your nipple piercings glisten beautifully in the lights of his lab, making him throb in his hand.
A groan escapes his lips as he lines himself up with your entrance, the warmth of your body already luring him in. The moment he pushes in, your soft, velvet walls envelop his tip, and he knows he's a goner, and he never wants to let you go. You're his.
"Fuck, you're squeezing me like a fuckin' slut; I can barely slide my cock in when you do that!" Tony groans out as you let out a string of broken moans at his words, your nails scratching his back to ground yourself as the pleasure builds quickly. He slowly rocks back and forth, your pussy stretching gradually around his girth.
"Oh, you like it when I talk dirty, don't you? When I call you out for what you are, just a slut who wants to be filled by my cock," Tony says with a mischievous smirk. As the words sink in with you, you let out a long, deep moan, unable to form a coherent thought at this point, but you're feeling so good that all you can do is let the pleasure take over now.
When he's about halfway in, he tears his gaze from his cock, sliding in and out of you to have a look at the way you're looking now. Eyes half-lidded and completely dark with lust, a flush on your cheeks, and your mouth slightly parted— a perfect sight for Tony to enjoy.
"Look at me, Sweets; look in my eyes and answer me. Does my filthy slut like it when Sir talks dirty to her? When I tell you that I'm about to fuck you dumb until you're nothing but a cockdrunk mess for me?" he asks you, and all you can do is nod right now. His words are nestling deep into your brain, and your nipples pebble at the thoughts he's planting.
"You're perfect for me, Sweets. Doin' so well for me right now," he then praises you, and a flush appears on your cheeks from the sudden change in tone. He keeps carefully sliding in deeper, ensuring you have enough time to adjust to his length and girth as he does.
"Color?" he asks when a soft whimper suddenly tumbles from your lips. The last thing he wants is to cause you discomfort, and he will ensure you are given the chance to speak up if needed. Even though it takes you quite a long moment to gather your thoughts, you finally manage to tell him you're good to go.
"M so fucking green," you tell him with a sudden boost of confidence, and his mouth curls into a knowing smile. Now that he's satisfied with your answer, he starts to thrust in deeper, and the second he hits your sweet spot, your head falls back, and you moan loudly, your nipples even perking up at the sensation.
"Hmm, does my girl like it when Sir is this fucking deep? I bet you do, huh?" he asks, and you nod in response. It feels incredible, and you want more of it. You want Tony to stretch you and fuck you until you can't walk anymore. You want all of that and more.
"Y-yes!" you tell him, and he almost pulls out before slamming his cock deep into you, pulling the most delicious scream for your chest as you can't hold it back.
"Scream for me, scream my fucking name as I fuck you," Tony says through gritted teeth. He thrusts his cock deeper into you, and you are sure you can almost feel him in your throat with how deep he fucks you. He hooks his hands behind your knees before lifting them and practically folding you in half on the table.
When you're comfortable in your new position, he leans in, pressing his chest against yours and placing your ankles on his shoulders. In this position, he can truly fuck you deep and hard, and your back arches against him as the pleasure inside you builds even higher this way.
"God, look at you; you like being bent in half, don't you? I can just put you in whichever position and fuck you however I want, can't I?" he says, but you're too far gone even to realize what he's saying. The moans that are coming out are practically endless. Despite that, he can feel you gripping onto his cock like a vice, sucking him deeper with each thrust.
"My little slut enjoys it when I fuck her stupid, huh? Yeah, that's why you're moaning for me. And here I thought you were just an innocent little girl. Oh no, you're a fucking slut who likes to be told what to do, aren't you?" he asks, the table now shaking and more items falling off from the intense rocking motions.
"Y-yes! M your slut!" is all you can bring out as he sets a pace that has you seeing stars. The way his balls smack against your ass makes a sound that has you blushing intensely, and the squelching sound your pussy makes with every thrust has you only getting wetter.
"Can't wait to stuff you full with my cum, then watch it drip out before I fuck it right back in with my cock," he tells you, and it makes you feel like you're floating as it sets your veins on fire at the same time, you have never felt this dirty yet so good at the same time.
"Yes! Please fuck your cum in me," you moan out before pulling him towards you by his hair, your lips colliding in a bruising kiss, your tongues fighting for dominance. The combination of everything together has you moaning into his mouth as he keeps fucking you, and before you know it, you're cumming hard.
With a scream of his name, you squirt all over his cock, legs, and the floor, your legs trembling uncontrollably and your vision going white around the edges for a moment. Tony keeps praising you as he fucks you through it, and you're clenching down on his cock as you cum, making him unable to hold out any longer as well.
"Yes, yes, YES! Oh god, you fucking squirted like a perfect girl! I can't believe how lucky I am right now, Sweets! Getting squirted on by my girl feels so fucking amazing!" he pants out, and it does not go unnoticed by you that he calls you his girl.
"M yours, m all yours, Tony," you say between ragged breaths, and with those words, he has reached his orgasm as well, as he shoots every last drop of his cum into your tight heat. He can't stop moaning your name over and over again as he nuzzles his face into your neck, needing to have you as close as physically possible.
"You're absolutely amazing, Sweets—an amazing woman, an amazing journalist, and, above all, my amazing girl. Because I'm not letting you go after this," he whispers against your neck, and you agree as you wrap your hands around his neck.
"All yours," you tell him. The two of you stay like that for a few more moments before Tony has to pull out, his cock too sensitive to remain inside you any longer.
"Shall we take a bath together?" he offers, and you nod. After throwing on Tony's t-shirt, which is about three or four sizes too large and practically a dress on you, he walks you to the elevator that goes right to his penthouse. He just pulled on his jeans without bothering to button them; he'll be pulling them off shortly anyway.
Thankfully, the bath doesn't take long to be drawn and ready. You let out a soft groan as you sink in the hot water, allowing your sore muscles to relax. Tony follows you soon after, having gotten two bottles of water and some fruit to enjoy while you're in the bath.
"Y'know, I was trying to be gentle with you, but as soon as I figured out you're just a filthy slut like me, I couldn't hold back," he whispers in your ear as you're straddling his lap, his cock trapped between your bodies. A lopsided grin lies on his lips as he looks at the blush developing on your cheeks, and he wants to make you blush even more because it has quickly become his favorite color.
Instead of answering, you lean forward to capture his lips with yours as your fingers glide into his messy curls to pull him closer. The kiss starts slow as you discover the feeling of his lips sliding over yours, but as time goes on, your tongues begin to mingle, too. The taste of something exciting and new invades all your senses, and you're hooked, only wanting more of him and how he makes you feel.
When you finally pull away, there's a smile on your face, but Tony can tell it's not reaching your eyes. The smile he's been craving to see isn't fully there, and his brows are furrowed at the realization.
"What's on your mind, Sweet Girl?" Tony asks, and you drop your gaze as the embarrassment replaces the butterflies that were going crazy in your stomach.
"S nothing, Tony," you whisper, but he knows that's not true. If it has you feeling like this, there is probably something wrong, and he wants to learn all about it so he can fix it, no matter what he would have to do for you. He'd fly to the moon and back if that's what you wanted him to do, no questions asked.
"I may not have known you long, but your mood doesn't turn from one end to the other without a reason. I respect it if you don't want to talk about it, but I also think it will make you feel better if you do," Tony tells you before he gives a soft kiss on your forehead.
With a soft sigh, you plant your hands on both sides of his arc reactor, and the slight hum coming from it makes you feel a little more at ease. It's barely noticeable, but it's enough to calm your nerves, and you decide to tell him what's exactly on your mind. When your eyes lock onto him, you can feel tears burning at the corners of them, a bit afraid of what his response will be.
"I-Is this just a one-time thing? Because if it is, I'd like to know now so I can prepare myself for the heartbreak later," you whisper, the tears spilling over your cheeks. You've been through this too many times to count, and you do not want to be on the receiving end of yet another rejection.
"What? Of course not, Sweets. When I told you you're mine earlier, I meant it. I mean it! We've built a connection over the past three months that I have not felt with anyone in a long time, and I definitely do not consider this a one-time thing. I'm so fuckin' in love with you, I would be crazy to let you go now," he says, and your eyes grow wide as saucers at his confession.
"Y-you're in love with me?" you stammer, the butterflies in your stomach immediately returning at his confession.
"I am, Sweets. I've never met anyone as smart, caring, and sweet as you. And you're very easy on the eyes, too," he says with a wink, making you smile.
"I wouldn't have had sex with you if I didn't think it would go anywhere after today, Baby. You're too special for me to let go, and I want to explore whatever this is between us. But most of all, I'd like to kiss you right now because these lips have been calling my name the entire time," he says as he leans in, capturing your mouth with his.
When you pull away, you give him a soft smile before nuzzling your face into his neck, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulls you closer until you doze off for a short nap. When you wake up, Tony wipes some hair out of your face, and you're met with a gentle smile on his face.
"How're you feeling, Sweets?" Tony asks before popping a raspberry in his mouth, the sweet yet tangy taste invading his mouth as he listens to what you have to say.
"Good. Tired- but good," you tell him with a dopey smile. You're fully relaxed as you sit in the bath with the man you've fallen in love with. And now that you're his, life couldn't be any better.
"I'm glad. And for the record, I meant what I said earlier. I'm not letting you go after this, especially after I've gotten my slice of heaven earlier," he tells you, and you let yourself melt against his body.
"I know, and I don't want to go, Tony. I want to stay in our slice of heaven for as long as you'll have me," you tell him, sealing the deal with a soft, gentle kiss. After that, you let out a small sigh of relief before Tony hand-feeds you more fruits, and you've never been happier in your life than you are now.
What started as nothing more than another job for you has developed into a new chapter of your life, and you're excited to see where this story will go from here on out.
PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Robert Downey Jr. x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT | 3.6K
SUMMARY | Your husband, Robert, is on the receiving end of an Oscar, and you decide to celebrate it differently than you usually celebrate his wins. He trusts you fully as he allows you to take the lead in the bedroom, making it a celebration that neither of you will ever forget.
RATING | Explicit (E)
WARNINGS/TAGS | RPF, established relationship, age gap (~ 20 years), use of nicknames (Gorgeous, Bubba), referenced pregnancy.
SMUT | D/S dynamics, Soft Dom!Reader, Sub!RDJ, use of traffic light system, sensory play/deprivation (blindfold), teasing, dirty talk, praise, Daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, hair pulling, oral (F&M receiving), face sitting, face fucking, gagging, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), multiple orgasms, cockwarming, aftercare.
A/N | This story is dedicated to my best friend and the biggest RDJ supporter I have ever met, @ccbsrmsf1! I am so incredibly proud of him for finally winning an Oscar, so naturally, I had to write a story about how I would celebrate with him! This is proofread by the lovely @ccbsrmsf1, for which I'm deeply grateful ❤️
"Robert Downey Junior!" The words still echo in your head as you go home after the award ceremony. Your husband, the Dad of your little daughter, and the love of your life has officially won an Oscar. All his hard work has paid off after all these years, and you're grateful to be by his side through it all.
The award is clutched tightly in his right hand, his left hand interlaced with yours as you enjoy the moment. Comfortable silence hangs in the air as you look at him with a wide smile. Knowing how much it means to him, you're incredibly proud of him for winning the award.
"I love you, Gorgeous," he whispers before capturing your lips with his in a sweet, sensual kiss. Your husband may be around 20 years your senior, but that doesn't take away from your shared love. You've never known true love before meeting Robert, but when he promised to show you what that would look like, you knew you were on board for the long haul. And here you are, almost 15 years later, by his side during the biggest night of his life.
"I love you too, Robert," you whisper to him. You allow your head to rest on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut as you take in this moment. When he puts his head on yours, he lets out a content sigh. Nights like these take a lot out of you both, but that doesn't stop you from celebrating when you're back home. You plan on making it a celebration never to forget.
The moment you both step in your front door, the award is put away for safekeeping, and you make your way to the bedroom. You two have perfected this routine over the years, but tonight, it calls for special treatment.
"Robert?" you ask as he walks into the attached closet, ready to remove his jewelry and glasses.
"Yes, Gorgeous?" he says as he turns around, facing you before taking a last glance as you're still wearing your dress. He had chosen the one you're wearing to match your skin tone, and you felt like a princess on the red carpet tonight.
"What do you think of reversing the roles for a night? Me taking care of you for once? You deserve it after everything you've done," you tell him as you walk over. Now that you're not wearing your heels anymore, you must look up at him, as the two of you have quite a bit of a height difference.
"That's a perfect idea, Gorgeous. There's no one I trust more to take care of me than you," he tells you, and the feeling of pride blooms in your chest at his words.
"That being said, I was also hoping we could spice it up a bit if you're open to it," you tell him, and he looks at you with a quirked brow.
"I want to blindfold you tonight so you will be completely at my mercy. You will be allowed to touch me - not yourself - the entire time. That being said, I will also use the traffic light system during the entire session," you tell him, and he listens attentively to everything you're saying.
"Green means that you're good, and we can continue. Yellow means that you need to stop for a moment before crossing a boundary you're uncomfortable with or need to reposition. Red means that we will stop and move on to aftercare immediately," you tell him. He tells you loud and clear that he agrees with everything you said.
"Perfect," you tell him before standing on your tiptoes to give him a soft kiss on his lips. Consent has always been meaningful in your relationship, whether in the bedroom or outside, to make it safe for everyone to explore what they are or are not comfortable with at their own pace.
"I want you to get completely bare for me and get seated on the foot of the bed. And I won't say no to you showing off a little when you do it," you tell him, and the smile on his lips lets you know he's more than okay with doing precisely that.
One by one, he sheds his layers of clothing, each exposing more skin as they fall to the floor. When his entire torso is bare, you can't help but let your gaze wander over his muscled abdomen, your lip pulled between your teeth as you take a peek at his bulge as well. He tends to forgo wearing underwear, instead preferring the feeling of freedom over the confinements of tight boxer shorts.
When Robert is soft, he already has quite a noticeable bulge in his pants, but now that he is slowly getting hard, it's starting to strain against the fabric of his pants. His long, skilled fingers unbutton and unzip his pants quickly before the fabric slides down his thick thighs and onto the floor.
A soft whimper escapes your lips as his cock bobs up and down between his legs, the tip already flushed a beautiful shade of pink with his balls hanging beneath them perfectly, ready for you to play with later. After showing off for a few more moments by flexing his biceps and abs, he sits on the foot of the bed, just like you told him to.
"Good boy," you tell him, and you can see his cock twitch as his eyes flutter shut from anticipation. Meanwhile, you have also undressed yourself, being left in the beautiful lingerie he bought you for tonight. The cups of the bra lift your breasts to the point where they're almost spilling out, and the panties are barely there, just the way you both like it.
Every inch of your body is on display as you step in between his legs, your finger hooking beneath his chin to meet your gaze. The usual dark brown of his eyes has almost completely disappeared as his pupils are blown with lust.
"Ready?" you ask softly.
"Ready." As soon as the word has left his mouth, you bring the silk fabric of the blindfold to his face, covering his eyes before tying a knot in the back. It's secure enough not to go anywhere but not so tight that it hurts him. You do it exactly like he's done with you countless times before.
As soon as his sight is taken away, his hands find your thighs, allowing his calloused fingertips to commit every inch of them to memory.
"What's your color?" you ask when the blindfold is adjusted correctly.
"Green," he tells you confidently, and you smile at how he says it. His trust in you is visible in his voice, making the butterflies inside flutter wildly.
You sink on your knees between his legs, and the soft carpet under your knees makes it quite comfortable. Your hands are on his thighs before slowly inching higher, your fingernails softly gliding over the insides of his thighs to tease him a little bit.
A content sound leaves his lips at the feeling, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. After teasing him for a few more moments, you wrap your hand around his now fully hard cock, but it's so big you can barely fit your hand around it as you slowly work him up and down.
"It's so big I can barely fit my hand around it," you tell him between giving small kitten licks to his slit, his mouth going slack in anticipation of what's to come.
"You taste so good, Daddy," you say, and his cock twitches in your hand, which only serves to make you even more wet. The power you have over him, the trust he has put in your hands, has made you so aroused your panties are already completely soaked, and you're dripping onto the carpet below you.
Without any warning, you take his tip into your mouth, sucking softly to earn yourself a delicious groan that sends a shiver down your spine. At the same time, your free hand goes to grab his balls, rolling and squeezing carefully while you slowly work more of him into your mouth.
"That's it, Gorgeous, suck Daddy's cock like you're made for it," he says as his hands are holding tightly onto the sheets. His knuckles have turned completely white when his tip hits the back of your throat, his head falling back at the combined pleasures you're giving him.
"Feels so good, fuck!" he exclaims as you suck him down even more. Even though you've never been able to take his entire length down your throat, you're certainly willing to try and see how far you can get every time. Before you do that, you pull off him with a loud pop.
"I want you to cum down my throat, Daddy; I want to swallow every drop of your delicious cum," you tell him, and he groans in response to your filthy comment. He revels in the dirty talk you two share during these moments, as it adds to his neverending pleasure.
"Yeah? Does my little slut want Daddy's cum? You better work for it then," he says through gritted teeth as one of his hands is placed on your head, pushing you onto his cock until you're gagging around him. As soon as he hears it, he lets up a little, giving you a moment to breathe before doing it again and repeating this quite a few times.
"What's your color, Gorgeous?" Robert asks you this time, and you tell him that it's 'so fucking green' before he goes back to what he did earlier. However, this time he mainly fucks your mouth and throat enough to be still comfortable; all the while, you never stop playing with his balls, and your hand is still wrapped around the part of him you can't reach with his mouth.
"Oh, fuck, 'm cumming, Gorgeous! Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!" he exclaims before his orgasm washes over him, his cum shooting into your throat as you suck your cheeks in. You moan around him at the taste of his cum as he pulls out, every last drop being licked from his tip as it slides out your mouth.
You get up from your placement on the floor before straddling his lap, being mindful of his sensitive cock as it's lying between his thighs. Your arms are draped loosely over his shoulders as you lean in to capture his lips with yours, his tongue instantly slipping into your mouth.
The taste of him and his cum is still fresh on your tongue, and you swallow down his groan as it is shared between you two. One of your hands tangles into his hair while the other is placed on his neck, his own hands kneading the flesh of your ass.
As soon as you pull away, you smile at the thought of what you're about to do next.
"I believe you have to remind yourself of the moment when I said I was supposed to be the one taking care of you," you say, and a content sound slips from Robert's lips.
"Well, since you did not listen to me, I'm going to have to make you listen by using you for my pleasure instead of yours this time. Does that sound fair to you?"
"Yes, Gorgeous," he says, followed by a small sigh. You carefully push him backward until he's lying flat on his back.
"I am going to sit on your face, and you will eat out my pussy until I cum for you. Your hands will stay on my thighs at all times, and if you have to stop, tap either one of my thighs three times, okay?" you ask him, his tongue darting out of his mouth as he's waiting for you to finish.
"Yes." With that, you pull down your now completely ruined panties before discarding them on the floor and taking your place on his face. His arms are hooked over your thighs, and his fingers dig into your flesh as soon as his tongue makes contact with your drenched pussy.
You let out a loud moan as he slurps up every last drop of your juices before letting his tongue dip into your entrance as well as play with your sensitive clit. One of your hands tangles into his hair, and you pull hard as you rock your hips back and forth, the other one finding its place behind you on his chest to give you more leverage.
"That's it, lick my fucking clit until I cum! I'm so close, Daddy, 'm gonna cum for you!" The words are followed by some incoherent thoughts as the pleasure inside you is bound to explode.
The pace you're setting is brutal, but he doesn't let up for even a second, and before you know it, you're entirely soaking the bottom half of his face as your orgasm washes over you, your head thrown back in pleasure with a loud exclaim of his name. It is one of the most intense orgasms you've ever had, and you let yourself fall forward as you go completely limp for a long moment.
"I will never get enough of your sweet taste, Gorgeous, especially when I can drink it directly from the source," he says with a grin. You sigh in contentment before picking yourself back up, ready to move on with the rest of your scene together.
"What's your color, Daddy?"
"So fucking green, Gorgeous, 'm feeling amazing right now," he tells you, and you lean in to place a soft kiss on his lips.
"Good. I want you to sit up and carefully move backward until you feel the pillows so you can get seated comfortably against the headboard, okay?" you ask, and he nods. He does it all while blindfolded, and you help him get comfortable when he has found his place.
"To finish off our special celebration, I'm going to ride this delicious monster cock of yours until you're cumming deep inside my tight, warm pussy as a reward for you being good tonight," you tell him, and he hums in delight.
"Sounds perfect, Gorgeous," he whispers before you place a kiss on his lips and straddle his hips, his cock fully hard as it's lying against his abdomen. A small dribble of pre-cum leaks from the tip as you grab it and line it up before slowly sinking, giving yourself the time to properly adjust to the stretch of his cock inside you.
When he eventually bottoms out, you both let out long, broken moans, the pleasure threatening to become too much right at that moment.
"Color?" ''Green, Gorgeous, 'm always green with you," he whispers, and you can't help but chuckle at his words.
"You feel so good when you're wrapped around me. So warm 'n' tight," he says as he pulls you against him, his face nuzzling in your neck as he inhales your scent. Warm vanilla combined with a hint of something spicy has his mind going into overdrive.
"I want to have another baby with you, Gorgeous. I want to have another beautiful baby that looks just like you, with your beautiful eyes, nose, and lips. Please, shall we make another baby?" he asks, and you're grateful he's blindfolded; otherwise, he would have seen the bright red color on your cheeks at the confession of his words.
"Yes, Robert, I want that too. I want all of that and more; please fuck a baby into me!" you tell him before you start lifting yourself and sinking back down, finding a rhythm that has you both moaning and groaning.
Robert leans forward as he makes contact with your pulse point, sucking a deep purple bruise there as you keep riding him, your head lulling to the side as he does so.
"God, that's it, Gorgeous, ride this cock like my perfect slut. Can't wait to fuck another baby into you, that's what you want, isn't it? To have every last drop of my cum in this sweet pussy of yours until you're pregnant?" he asks, and you just nod in response, even though he can't see it. You don't trust yourself enough not to let it slip in the heat of the moment that you’re already pregnant.
"I'm gonna cum, Daddy! Please cum with me!" you tell him, and he does precisely that. The second you're both falling over the edge, Robert pulls you close to his body as his hands rub soft circles over your back.
"That's it, Gorgeous. Doin' so well for me," he says as you melt into his embrace. You two stay like this for quite a while, even after he has gone soft inside you. Once the blindfold is finally removed, you're very happy to be looking into your husband's eyes again, a broad smile appearing on your lips as you do.
"I love you so much, Robert. And congratulations again on winning the Oscar; no one deserved it more than you," you tell him, and tears gather in the corners of your eyes.
"I couldn't have done it without you or our baby June," he tells you, and the tears start to roll down his cheeks at the thought of his daughter. She is an exact copy of you, from the hair to the facial features, but she has the character of her Dad, making her the perfect combination of you both.
"Don't cry, Bubba. We will always support you no matter what," you whisper before kissing his nose softly. His eyes flutter shut as the tears keep finding their way onto his cheeks, and you keep wiping them away. You'll always be there to support him, no matter what.
"I love you so much, and I'm forever grateful to have you by my side," he tells you, and you nod.
"I love you too, Robert. But it's about time we get cleaned up and cuddle before sleep. My Mom will be here to drop June off around 9, so we should get some sleep while we still can," you tell him, and he nods.
The clean-up is swift, and before you know it, you're dressed in a pair of panties and one of Robert's shirts, and he's dressed in nothing but basketball shorts. If little June, your 3-year-old daughter, decides to run into your bedroom in the morning, you're both adequately dressed.
That night, you both sleep like logs, and all too soon for your liking, your alarm goes off, but you get out of bed anyway. You have to prepare a little surprise for your husband, so you have told him he can stay in bed, and he happily does as he turns over again.
As soon as your Mom walks through the door with June, she immediately stretches her arms out to be held by you.
"Good morning, Princess! Did you have fun at Grandma and Grandpa's house last night?" you ask after giving her a big kiss on her cheek.
"Yeah! Can I cuddle Daddy now?" she asks, and you shake your head with a smile at her comment. She's a Daddy's girl through and through, but before she can wake him up, you must change her shirt first.
"I want you to help me surprise Daddy, okay? But to do that, we need to put another T-shirt on you that says 'Big Sister' on it! Because that's what you're going to be later this year. You are going to be the best big sister to the baby growing in Mommy's belly!" you tell her, and she looks at you with wide eyes.
"Yay! I'm a big sister!" she exclaims excitedly, making you smile widely. Her enthusiasm is like her Daddy's, and you cannot get enough of it.
"You are, but Daddy doesn't know yet so that you can surprise him," you tell her again. She agrees before allowing you to change her unicorn shirt for a bright pink one with "BIG SISTER" written across it.
"Alright, go surprise Daddy!" you tell her, and she's immediately off to the bedroom, where she knows he will be. You and your Mom are as close behind her as she is.
"Daddy! Daddy! I'm a big sister!" she happily says as she runs into the bedroom. It takes Robert quite a long moment to understand what's going on, but when it finally clicks, he couldn't be happier.
"Do you want to be a big sister?" he asks, and June nods excitedly.
"Yes! I'm a BIG sister now," she says with her arms raised high, and you come to sit on the edge of the bed, where June and Robert are currently cuddling.
"I'm pregnant again, Robert, and if everything goes according to plan, we'll have a beautiful Halloween baby," you tell him, and for the second time in less than 12 hours, tears of joy roll down his cheeks. The last time he felt this happy was when you told him you were pregnant with your oldest daughter, and to have another addition to the family makes him feel extremely proud.
"Did you also know Daddy won a big prize yesterday?" Robert asks her, and she nods.
"Yes, Grandma showed me! Good job, Daddy. You won a big prize, and I am a big sister. Now we're both big!" she rambles, and you cannot stop laughing at it. Her enthusiasm is amazing, and you never want her to grow up. If it were up to you, you would freeze this moment and stay in it forever because this is what pure happiness feels like.
SUMMARY | Bucky never really cared for his birthday, but he suddenly had a different outlook since you came into his life. As long as he can spend it with you—the sweet, soft-spoken neighbor he secretly harbors a major crush on— and his cat, Alpine, he's happy. However, when everything takes a turn this year, you're both turning it into a birthday he'll never forget.
RATING | Mature (M)
WARNINGS/TAGS | Friends to lovers trope, use of Y/N, alcohol consumption, Natasha and Tony are alive, mutual pining.
A/N | This story is written in honor of Bucky Barnes' birthday, which is the perfect opportunity for me to get into the swing of writing for him again! It's written for Bucky's Birthday Bash—hosted by @buckybarnesevents—and includes the prompts Post Endgame Bucky, Friends to Lovers, Reader, and Dancing. The story is not proofread, any and all mistakes are my own.
EVENTS
Masterlist | @buckybarnesevents BABB061: March | 3AM Talks
Masterlist | @anyfandomaubingo | Neighbor!Reader
Masterlist | @anyfandomfluffbingo | Girl/Boy Next Door
Masterlist | @fandombingo | "I don't know how to be in a relationship." / "Good, that makes two of us."
Masterlist | @marvel-smash-bingo | Best friends to lovers
Masterlist | @sebastianstanbingo | Birthday Gifts
Bucky never particularly cared for his birthday, but that changed when he met you—the sweet, soft-spoken neighbor who moved in next to his apartment almost five years ago. He used to be a recluse, preferring the company of Alpine, his cat, but something about you made him want to open up and let you into his life.
Now that you had melted his heart and broken down the walls he had built, he found himself looking forward to seeing you. He even dared to say he looks forward to celebrating his birthday because he knows that you will make him the type of cupcake he loves.
It's just after dinner, and he finds himself on his couch, Alpine purring on his lap as he pets her and tells her about his evening plans.
"I'm going to the club later, can you believe it? I never would have even considered it a few years ago, but when Y/N asked me, I didn't even think twice about it," he says with a small smile, shaking his head gently at the thought of you asking him to the club a few weeks ago. He could not say no to you, especially with his major crush on you.
Alpine meows when she hears your name because when you and Bucky got to know each other, you have also fallen in love with her. She's the reason you two even met. The day you first moved in, Bucky went to check his mail on a beautiful summer evening, and Alpine escaped before he could stop her.
She wandered carelessly into your apartment with a loud meow, pulling your attention away from the box you were unpacking. A white, fluffy cat with the brightest blue eyes you have ever seen stood in front of you, and right behind her was the most beautiful, albeit broody-looking man you've ever seen.
"Alpine! What do you think you're doing wandering into this lady's apartment?!" he told the cat, and you couldn't help but chuckle as she meowed loudly when he picked her up.
"I'm sorry," he said, and you smiled warmly at him. Deep inside, you were enjoying the stark difference between the dark-haired, broad-shouldered man and the beautiful white cat in his arms, but they seemed to fit together perfectly as if they were made for one another.
"It's okay; I like cats, especially when they bring along men like you!" you said confidently, and Bucky couldn't help but blush deeply after your comment. Before you could introduce yourself, he turned around and quickly returned to his apartment; the mail he was supposed to pick up had been long forgotten. From that moment on, you were the topic of most thoughts.
Over time, Bucky has slowly accepted you into his life, and being with you has brightened some of the darkest moments of his life. After Steve returned to be with Peggy, Bucky struggled a lot. From horrible nightmares to sleepless nights, he has been through everything. But you always seem to bring a bit of lightness wherever you go, including in Bucky's life.
Nowadays, he is generally a lot happier, but it's even more noticeable when you're in his presence; he carries himself with more confidence. Instead of hiding away all the time, he doesn't mind being seen when you're by his side. You gave him back the self-confidence he'd lost all those years ago, and he will always be thankful for that.
Before he can think about all that too hard, though, he hears a knock on the door and tucks Alpine under his arm before he opens it. He can see you standing there through the peephole and quickly swings open the door to let you in.
You're standing in front of him in a tight, knee-length dress, black heels, and lipstick that perfectly matches the color of your dress. The rest of your makeup is light, and your hair is pulled into a bun with braids to complete your outfit. His gaze lowers to the cupcake in your hand, a candle burning.
"Happy birthday, Bucky! Make a wish!" you tell him in a cheerful voice. With a smirk, he leans down to blow out the candle on the cupcake you're holding, though he already knows what he'll wish for. Each year, he wishes for the same thing: that you become his. This year may be the year for it to come true.
"I got you something special for your birthday this year. It's not every day you turn 107 years old, after all," you tell him, and he can't help but laugh. The fact that he's this old has never bothered you, and he's thankful for that.
The first time you ran into him on his birthday and asked how he was, he couldn't help but tell you it was his birthday. He still remembers how your eyes widened at his words and how you showed up later that afternoon with a book you had recently read.
Your shared love for reading is one of many things you two have in common, so you have developed the tradition of buying books for special occasions. The moment he tore the paper away from the first book you ever gifted him, he knew he would love it no matter what because it came from you.
You found an extra special one this year, though, and you've been dying to see his reaction since you acquired it. It is wrapped in shiny, black wrapping paper with a gold ribbon.
With quick movements, he unwraps his present, and an almost pristine first edition of The Hobbit is lying in his hands. It is the same book he read when it first came out and one he never thought he would see again.
"Why don't you open it up?" you urge him, and he does. Inside are the words he never thought he would see again, and he can't help but get choked up at the sight of them.
'Happy Birthday, jerk' is scribbled at the front of the book, and Bucky knows instantly that it's the version Steve has worked hard to buy him. Tears gather in his eyes as his fingers glide over the words, and he feels deeply thankful for this present.
"W-where—How-?" is all he can manage to choke out before you step forward and wrap your arms around him. He melts into your touch as your cheek is pressed against his chest, and soft kisses are placed on your head as his way of saying thank you.
The two of you stay like that for a few minutes until you feel Alpine's soft fur against your bare legs, making you chuckle before releasing him and bending down to give her some love. Not long after, it's finally time to go to the club where you are supposed to meet the other Avengers, and Bucky calls the two of you a cab to take you there, saving you two the hassle of NYC parking.
"Are you ready to go in, Doll?" Bucky asks after helping you out of the cab and paying the driver. You nod as you go into the club, which is still relatively empty. It's still early in the night as you go and find a booth, and the rest of the Avengers will join later. As you slide into it, you look around to observe the room, but your eye eventually falls on Bucky standing at the bar.
He looks back at you with a wink as he orders your drinks, even though he can't get drunk. Despite that, he still enjoys the taste of it, so he usually orders a beer or two. It doesn't take long for him to join you in your booth, sliding in so he's sitting right next to you, and your thighs are almost touching.
"Thank you for inviting me, Doll. These evenings are a lot more bearable now that you're with me," he says, and you give him a smile before taking a sip of your drink.
"I'm glad to hear that because I know they're a lot more bearable for me when you're here," you say, and he blushes under the scruff lining his cheeks. The pink tint has the butterflies in your stomach going wild, but most of the other Avengers are arriving before you can say anything else.
Tony arrives at your table first, closely followed by Natasha, Wanda, Sam, and Clint. The two of you slide out of the booth to greet everyone, and the three men go to sit on one side while you, Natasha, and Wanda sit on the other side. Luckily, you're still seated across from Bucky during all this.
The conversation during the night's first half is light and pleasant, but the more drinks flowing, the looser everyone becomes. Combined with the number of people slowly filling the club, the atmosphere is starting to get much more enjoyable. You're just about to take a sip of your third drink of the evening when Natasha and Wanda practically pull you out of the booth, begging you to dance with them.
"Okay, okay! I'm coming!" you tell them with a broad smile that doesn't go unnoticed by Bucky. Seeing you getting along so well with his friends fills him with happiness, and no one can wipe off the smile adorning his face. He also knows that if Steve were here with all of you, he would have loved you, too.
The entire time you're on the dancefloor, Bucky's eyes are glued to you. From the way your hips move effortlessly to the excitement on your face, and from the way the sweat drips down your neck and into the valley of your breasts to the way your dress seems to ride up just enough to show a bit more skin, he notices it all.
"Why don't you go over there and dance with her? It's almost creepy when you're staring at her, man!" Sam says with a push against his metal arm.
"I'm pretty sure she's doing just fine with Nat and Wanda over there," he says, looking at Sam grumpily. However, you seem to have gotten the same idea as you return to the booth.
"Dance with me, Bucky! C'mon!" you say, and of course, the man cannot say no to you. Bucky shoots Sam a dirty look before turning to you, sliding out of the booth, and taking your hand. The music has a nice thumping bass, and Bucky allows himself to get lost in it and in the moves your body makes.
While you were dancing side by side at first, it eventually migrated to the point where you're grinding against him, his bulge pressing against your ass while his fingers are digging into your hips. The tension between you two has been building for a long time, and relieving some of it right now feels good.
After dancing like this for a while, you turn to face Bucky, and he can see the way you're enjoying yourself. From the flush on your cheeks to the smile adorning your face, you're looking perfect, and Bucky has to stop himself from kissing you right now. It's not that he doesn't want to do it, but if he goes down that path with you, he wants to do it right.
"Shall we go outside for a moment?" you ask him, and he nods. You lead him out, the cool air feeling pleasant against your skin.
"Are you enjoying yourself tonight, Doll?" he asks you, though he already knows the answer. Clearly, you're enjoying yourself, but he still wants to hear you say it.
"I am, but there's a reason I asked you out here. Away from everyone else's ears," you tell him, his curiosity piqued. He raises a brow as he looks at you, your lip pulled between your teeth as you muster up the courage to finally tell him what's on your mind. You've gotten this far, so now you have to pull through.
"The past few years with you have been amazing, Bucky, but I have noticed that something... changed," you say after a short moment. As soon as those words leave your mouth, Bucky's brows furrow, but you're quick to ease the thoughts in his head.
"I mean to say I'm in love with you, Bucky. I'm not sure when or how it happened, but it has. I understand if you don't feel the same about me, but I've been thinking about this for almost a year now-" is all you get to say before he pulls you against his chest as he dips down to capture your lips with his.
It's a soft, sweet kiss that has you melting into his touch, and neither of you wants it to end. When the need for air eventually takes over your brain, you hesitantly pull away, though your foreheads are still connected as you gaze into Bucky's bright blue eyes.
"I'm in love with you too, Doll, but I have another confession. I don't know how to be in a relationship," he says softly, and you smile at his confession.
"Good, that makes two of us. But if you want to, I want to figure it out together. Something about being with you feels right, and I want to explore it with you if you're open to it," you say, and he nods.
"I'd love nothing more, Doll," he says before he leans down and kisses you again, your head tilting slightly to the side as he does. All four other Avengers are whooping in excitement as the two of you kiss, but you don't care. All you can think about is Bucky and how his lips feel on yours.
"Finally, it took you guys long enough!" Tony says before everyone congratulates the two of you. Before you go back inside, Bucky grabs his phone from his pocket, and when he notices the time, he can't help but smile.
"Y'know what, Doll, out of all the 3 AM talks we've shared over the years, this is my favorite," he says as he shows you the time. You have stayed up with him during his nightmares or sleepless nights countless times, but you cannot agree more. This one is definitely your favorite.
"Happy birthday, Bucky," you tell him before pulling him in for a last kiss. Afterward, you go back inside, and all of you dance until the sun rises again, and it's time to go home. Bucky may have celebrated many birthdays in his life, but not a single one will ever top this one. There's no greater gift than hearing you confess your love for him, after all.
PAIRING | College Student!Young!Tony Stark x College Student!Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT | 2.3K
SUMMARY | Since the moment you first ran into the most handsome guy on Campus - Tony Stark - you haven't been able to get him out of your head. When he asks you out on a date, you agree, although the nerves are growing the closer it gets. When it is finally time for your date, you realize there is nothing to be nervous about, because he will do everything in his power to make it unforgettable.
RATING | General (G)
WARNINGS/TAGS | First date, Natasha being an amazing friend
A/N | Welcome back to yet another addition to this amazing love story! I decided to take a peek at what the lives of Sunshine and Tony were like before they got together, so here you all go! 🥰 💙 I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading and helping me bring this fic to the next level with your ideas because it turned out adorable and amazing because of them 💙
EVENTS
Masterlist | @anyfandomfluffbingo | Bookstore
Masterlist | @fandombingo | Natasha Romanoff
Masterlist | @marvel-smash-bingo | "Hey. Pick on someone your own size."
Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist
It has been three weeks since you transferred colleges and just over two since you talked to the most amazing, kind, and handsome man on Campus - Tony Stark. Although you share every class, neither of you has dared to say anything, only stealing glances occasionally.
That is precisely what Natasha—your roommate and friend—has been trying to get you to talk about, but without luck. Today is no exception, seeing as you both work at the Campus bookstore for the closing shift, and she has made it her mission to finally get you to talk about your crush.
"Why won't you just tell me what's happening between you two?! A few days ago, you declared you had met the love of your life, and now you won't talk about him? Something must be up; I can feel it," Natasha says as she leans on the counter with her elbows, eyes narrowed as she looks at you, stocking some books and stationery.
"Because, Nat, there isn't anything to tell! Besides the moment we shared in the coffee shop, he hadn't said a single word to me. I'm sure he's always like that to every woman he meets, and it's okay. I was wrong, so let's move on," you sigh as you flatten another box.
However, Natasha doesn't get the time to respond because as soon as she opens her mouth, the bell above the door dings, pulling your attention to the trio walking through it. A small gasp leaves your lips as you see who it is, and you can feel the burning sensation creeping over your cheeks as the two of you meet each other's gaze.
Tony Stark is at the bookstore where you work. Of course, he is.
"What can I help you three with? Or are you too busy staring at her to remember what you came here for?" Natasha quips with a quirked brow, and Tony quickly looks away, a color reminiscent of a firetruck spreading over his cheeks.
If he were honest, he would say he completely forgot what he came in here to do when he saw you. The fabric of your playsuit has every beautiful inch of your tattoos on display - which Tony realizes you have a lot of. Both your legs and arms are covered in intricate and colorful traces of ink, and all he wants is to run his hands over them.
"I—uhm..." is all he can say as he finally tears his eyes away from you and looks at Natasha as he tries to remember. With you this close to him, it's hard to think straight. You make his mind go a mile a minute, and his heartbeat goes faster than he has ever felt before.
Clint nudges Tony against the shoulder, and he momentarily loses his balance, making you chuckle as you look at him, trying to find his footing again. The sound is like music to Tony's ears; if he can, he wants to hear it repeatedly for the rest of his life.
"I want to buy a book!" he blurts out, the blush on his cheeks only deepening as it spreads to his neck. He wishes the ground would split and swallow him whole after saying that. He's in a bookstore. Of course, he wants to buy a book.
"Yeah, no shit Sherlock," Bruce jokes as he shakes his head while laughing loud together with Clint, and a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips at the comment.
"Hey! Pick on someone your own size!" Tony mumbles as he looks down at the smallest person in their friend group. When the laughter has died down, you immediately feel less nervous and decide to help him out of his awkward situation.
"Are you looking for anything specific? Or did you want to browse for a bit?" you ask him, your voice smooth like velvet as it reaches his ears. It was as if a thousand angels were singing, and he knew he wanted to hear it every second of every day.
"Uhm... Just browsing..." he tells you in a shy voice almost as soft as a whisper, but you're close enough to hear him. As you get out of the way, all three boys quickly pass behind you, and Tony has to try his hardest not to grab you right then and there and run out of the store together. Not that you would be opposed to that, though.
When they're out of earshot, you let out a deep sigh, and Natasha shoots you a knowing look, but you wave it off. Nothing happened, and you would surely not talk about them barging in like that. Because that would mean you would have to admit there's possibly something between the two of you, and you're not sure you can handle that just yet.
It didn't take long for them to find some books and pay for them, but you were in the back when they did, meaning you didn't see them leave. This left both Tony and yourself a bit heartbroken. He wanted to see you again before leaving, but that wasn't in the cards this time.
After that, the rest of your shift appeared to fly by, and it was finally time to leave around 10 PM. Even though the store is usually open until 9, there is always a lot of cleaning up to do, but with Nat, you are always done soon, letting out a sigh of relief when you close the front door behind you, ready to lock it up for the day.
"Y/N?" a voice suddenly asks, and you jump at the mention of your name. When you turn around, you see it's just Tony, and you instantly feel at ease at the sight of him. Nat winks at you before quickly locking the door and walking to the corner of the street to wait for you, but giving you some privacy at the same time.
"Tony, hi," you say, and you can see a smile tug on the corners of his lips. He has a natural handsomeness over him, combined with a boyish charm that has your heart beating faster each time you look at him.
"I was... well... I was waiting to ask you something," he says as he rubs his hand over the nape of his neck, trying to find the courage to ask you the question that has been on his lips from the moment he saw you in the bookstore today.
You look at him curiously but openly, so he decides to shoot his shot. The worst he can hear is no, after all.
"Did you, maybe—only if you want—go on a date with me?" Tony's deep red blush is back, and it only enhances his boyish physique, making him look adorable and irresistible.
With every last bit of courage you can muster up, try to sound as confident as possible as you accept his offer. With a huge smile and a thank you, he goes to his dorm after saying he'll text you about the details. As much as he'd like to stay, he knows he has to go and make it the best date ever, needing to make it perfect for you. He wants to leave a lasting impression, after all.
It's Saturday morning, and you're preparing for your date with Tony. He has offered to take you on a picnic in a nearby park, and it is the perfect summer weather to do just that. He has told you he will ensure everything is there and pick you up at your dorm room.
"Is it normal that I'm nervous? I mean, I haven't been on a date with someone in quite a while, and I'm a little afraid I've gotten into things too soon," you sigh to Nat as she straightens your hair. Your dress is hanging in your closet, and you're also putting on some light makeup.
"Of course, it's normal. What do you think?! I would honestly be worried if you weren't nervous! You two are perfect for each other," she says, and you can feel the warmth spread over your cheeks again. You cast your eyes down, hoping she won't notice, but after these few weeks of living together, she has learned your body language pretty well.
"You're going to be okay, I promise. And if not, I'm only a phone call away," she tells you, and you nod. You know Natasha is there for you no matter what, and you are fortunate to have her as your roommate and friend.
Tony offered to pick you up at noon, and he is nothing if not punctual - Howard and Maria have raised him to be a true gentleman, after all - and right at the crack of noon, you hear knocks on the door as you fasten the last buckle on your sandals, which adds the finishing touch to your outfit.
"Coming!" you yell before walking to the front door. You take a deep breath before opening the door and being met by a bouquet of red roses, which Tony had picked out by hand to ensure it would be the perfect one.
"Hi," you say nervously as you take in Tony's appearance, from his messy curls to his outfit and from the roses to the slight smile on his lips.
"Wow..." is all he manages to say as he looks at you, the yellow fabric of your sundress complementing your skin beautifully.
"Did you want to come in?" you ask to break the silence, and he nods before following you into your dorm so you can get a vase for the flowers.
"I-I got these for you," Tony tells you shyly, making your heart flutter when you take them from him, your fingers touching when you do. A deep blush on both of your faces has the two of you laughing, and you realize there's no reason to be nervous.
"Thank you so much; they're beautiful," you tell him, more confidence showing through your voice now. It doesn't take long for the flowers to be standing in their vase, perched beautifully on your desk, brightening up the space.
After that, you say goodbye to Natasha before walking out the door and on your way to the park, where your date will officially begin. Luckily, it is only a short walk over there, and Tony has prepared everything from the food to a big picnic blanket and your favorite drinks.
The conversation is light, but it feels natural to talk to him. He makes silly jokes that have you laughing constantly, and he makes you feel at home instantly. When the two of you have settled on the blanket, the conversation keeps flowing naturally, and eventually, the topic of his parents comes up.
"So, what are your parents like? I can only imagine they must be lovely if you are even the slightest bit like them," you tell Tony as you pop a strawberry in your mouth. That deep blush you have been craving more of is there again, and it makes you want to kiss it so you can feel his soft, warm skin under your lips.
"They're amazing, Sunshine! They're very open-minded and funny but also strict when necessary. Honestly, they're the sweetest people I've ever met, and I am lucky to have them as my parents," Tony says, but you haven't heard anything after 'Sunshine.'
The word keeps bouncing through your head, and you like the sound of it. As Tony keeps talking, you listen intently to what he says while slowly inching your hand towards his until your pinkies touch. The second he notices, he hooks his in yours, holding it sweetly as he stumbles slightly over his words.
You enjoy the way something simple as holding each other's pinky can get him like that, and it warms your heart. During the rest of your date, you two slowly move towards one another until your thighs are touching, your fingers are intertwined, and your head rests on his shoulder.
"Y'know, I liked it when you called me Sunshine earlier," you tell him in a bold moment, and a broad smile spreads on his cheeks.
"I'm glad because I was hoping I could keep calling you that. It suits you because you seem to bring the sun into everyone's lives. I know you did it with me," he says, and you lift your head to meet his gaze.
Before you can even think about what's happening, Tony has lifted his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking gently over your cheekbone as he closes his eyes and leans in. You feel your lips ghosting over his, touching very gently, until...
"Oh my god! Why does this always happen to me?!" Tony groans as he pulls away. Your would-be first kiss is interrupted by his phone ringing loudly, scaring both of you. As soon as you pull away, Tony grabs his phone out of his pocket, only to see it's Clint calling.
"Oh, shit! I promised to help him study at 5, but I completely forgot!" Tony says apologetically, and even though you're sad he has to go, you also understand it's for a good cause. However, that doesn't mean you won't have a stern conversation with Clint, but that's for another moment.
Fifteen minutes later, you're standing in front of your dorm again, and Tony is looking at you with his deep, chocolate-brown eyes that have you melting at the sight. The sun has kissed his skin beautifully, and you're very fortunate to have spent the afternoon with him.
"So... Did you maybe want to continue this date at another time? Without interruptions next time?" Tony asks with a quirked brow. His hands are on your waist, your hands on his biceps, and you look up at him.
"I'd love nothing more, Tony," you tell him before standing on your tiptoes and kissing softly on the corner of his mouth to give him a small taste of what the two of you missed out on earlier. And with that, it'll be your last goodbye for now, but it also promises everything to come in the future, which will hopefully be a long one with Tony by your side.
PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT | 1.3K
SUMMARY | Music is something that has always been rooted deep into both your and Tony's families. From playing instruments since you were little to sing to your heart's content, it always brought you together. Now that you have your own family with your wonderful husband, you cannot wait to teach the same values to your own children, too.
RATING | General (G)
WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, use of nicknames (Sunshine, Love/My Love, Munchkins, Babygirl)
A/N | Is this one of the cutest, most sweet things I have ever written for this AU? Probably, yes. I love this family so much, and they have a special place in my heart, so I can't wait to expand on their love story! This is proofread by my biggest supporter and the person I cherish daily, @ccbsrmsf1. Your support for this au keeps me going, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for our favorite family! I love you, and thank you for everything 💜
Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist
The first time Tony discovered your musical side caught him off guard. Not in a wrong way, but in a way that made him only love you more and more, which seemed impossible at the time.
"We'll just go to the store, Sunshine. Are you okay to stay home with the Munchkins for a while? You deserve the rest," Tony says as you're sitting on his lap, all of you just finished eating breakfast together. You nod before giving him a soft peck on the lips and getting up, and you need some baby love.
"Of course, My Love," you tell him before picking up little Hudson and holding him close to you; he was getting a little fussy during breakfast, so you put him in the baby carrier. Orion was somewhere between the land of the living and sleeping some more, so you decide to let her be.
"I love you so much, you know that? I'm so lucky to have you in my life and to have these wonderful twins with you. Honestly, they are the cherry on top," Tony whispers to you as he stands behind you, Hudson strapped comfortably on your belly. A broad smile spreads as you lean into your boyfriend's hold, melting into his warmth.
"You should go now. Otherwise, you will never get those groceries," you joke, and with one last kiss, Tony, Howard, and Maria go out the door, ready to do a big grocery haul for the barbecue they'll be hosting for friends and family.
"Shall we get some cleaning done while your Sister is asleep?" you ask Hudson, who has also managed to fall asleep, and you chuckle softly. He's always a quick sleeper when you're carrying him. The dishes are done quickly, and you decide to clean the kitchen, too, now that you have the time.
Once everything is finished, you realize you have some time left before everyone returns, so you sit at the piano that stands proudly in the living room. Hudson and Orion are sharing a play mat. They're happily kicking their feet and making cute noises as if they are talking in their unique language.
Your fingers glide over the keys effortlessly, playing some songs that come to mind before deciding to sing, as you quickly discover your twins enjoy it when you do that. You play the opening notes of ''Make You Feel My Love" by Adele, but as you're singing along, you don't notice Tony, Howard, and Maria returning from their shopping trip.
As soon as Tony sets foot in the house, he hears the piano going, in combination with your beautiful singing voice, and instead of walking to the kitchen, he follows your voice. Standing in the doorway with the groceries still in hand, he listens to you, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he takes in the sight before him.
He didn't know you had a musical side, but discovering you could play piano and sing was something he would never forget. When he looks from you to Hudson and Orion on the play mat, his heart skips a beat, and he feels like he could burst into flames with how much he loves all three of you.
You finally look up when the song ends, only to meet Tony's tear-filled eyes.
"How did I not know you have such a beautiful singing voice, Sunshine? And the fact that you play piano too makes you even more special," Tony tells you as he walks over, the groceries he held earlier long forgotten. He sits down by the piano before capturing your lips with a gentle, love-filled kiss, and you have rarely felt this loved by him.
"I don't know; I often sing for our Munchkins, so how you didn't know is a surprise to me as well!" you joke, and after that, the two of you play the piano together for a while. Howard and Maria decide to let you two be as they're putting everything away. However, their hearts are overflowing with the love clearly visible between you two.
"They're made for each other," Maria tells Howard as they're now standing in the doorway, and Howard agrees.
"They found their soulmate, just like you and me. And they deserve everything this world has to offer them," Howard whispers before grabbing his phone and filming the two of you playing piano, laughing loudly, and having a carefree moment. You couldn't be happier than you are now, and it is still one of your most cherished memories.
Now, you like to take the chance to gather together around the piano and sing for some quality time with everyone. Now that Hudson and Orion are teenagers and Paxton is learning to walk, life seems to fly too fast. But that will never stop you, Tony, Howard, and Maria from gathering together and making music.
"How about we all come together by the piano and sing something? Maybe Tony and Hudson can play guitar, Orion and myself can sing, and Maria can play the piano," you offer, now that Howard has gone to nap after getting caught in a bad migraine flare-up.
Over the years, Hudson has learned to play the guitar from Tony, and Orion can play piano and sing beautifully, so you're curious as to what Paxton will enjoy when he grows up.
"I just need to grab my guitar," Hudson says before going to his room and grabbing it while you and Tony arrange everything around the piano, ready to sing and play music.
"C'mere, little troublemaker! We don't want you going anywhere now that we can't run after you!" Tony says to Paxton, who is already crawling in the opposite direction, and you can't stop laughing at the sight. Your husband running after your toddler, who is surprisingly fast, has you laughing so hard your stomach hurts, yet you can never get enough.
"There we go! You can cuddle with Mommy after I make you a milk bottle; how does that sound?" Tony asks Paxton, and he babbles something in response you can't quite make out. While he's gone to the kitchen with his youngest, Hudson returned with his guitar, getting ready to play.
Not long after, Paxton is on your lap, Orion on your right side, Hudson on your left with Tony beside him, and Maria behind the piano.
"Alright, I'm going to play something, and as soon as you figure out what it is, you can sing and play along!" Maria says enthusiastically, and not long after, the first notes drift through the room. Hudson is the first to play along with his guitar, quickly followed by Tony. Orion is the first to sing along, and you listen for a moment before joining in.
The combination of your voices and different instruments makes Paxton fall asleep in your arms as he drinks. He takes after his older siblings, as they always did the same; the music seemed to lull them to sleep when they were babies.
"Mommy, Daddy? Can you two play and sing together for us?" Orion asks as she looks at both of you, and you give Tony a look of 'why not'?
"Of course, we can, Babygirl," you tell her, and before you even have to say a single word to him, he starts the first chords for 'Make You Feel My Love' by Adele, which has, over the years, become your song. It's one of the songs you danced to during the evening you got together, the night Tony proposed, and your wedding. It has a special place in your heart, and you will happily sing it daily.
As soon as the first words leave your lips, you can feel a few tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, but you're determined to get through it without crying, even if it's just this once. Every memory comes flooding back for you both, and as soon as you hit the higher notes, Tony can feel goosebumps appearing on his arms.
Once the last notes float away in the air, you finally wipe away the tears that escaped. You look at Tony with so much love and appreciation, and there's nothing you wouldn't do to make him feel your love.
PAIRING | Boyfriend!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT | 4.8K
SUMMARY | What was supposed to start as a relaxing morning for you and Tony has turned into your worst nightmare, making you unable to look your mother-in-law in the eyes for the foreseeable future. When she eventually pulls you aside to talk about what happened, you understand it's nothing to be worried about, and you can even look back at what happened with a smile on your face.
RATING | Explicit (E)
WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, use of nicknames (Sunshine, Love/My Love), occasional use of Y/N.
ANGST | Light angst, lots of embarrassment, awkward moments during breakfast
SMUT | Dirty talk, light teasing, oral (M receiving), fingering, protected vaginal sex, cockwarming, sort of orgasm denial/getting caught during sex
A/N | This story is a rewritten version of the one posted this afternoon. I have decided to rewrite the story and take out the angst/swap it for more lighthearted moments to fit the story better.
A/N 2.0 | From the moment this idea popped into my head, I couldn't let it go, and I had to write it down! I want to thank @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for her help when I got stuck while writing. I also want to give my deepest gratitude and love to @ccbsrmsf1 for all the help, support, proofreading, and the photo because you have truly taken this to the next level! 💙
EVENTS
Masterlist | @anyfandomfluffbingo | Getting Kicked Out
Masterlist | @anyfandomkinkbingo | "Just a little more."
Masterlist | @slumberpartybingo | Dare: Walk down the street naked
Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist
Mornings with Tony have quickly become your favorite. From lazy cuddles to steamy make-out sessions, and from him feeding you breakfast in bed to you being his breakfast, you can never get enough of them. But this morning, you wish things had gone differently. It would have saved you the embarrassment of looking your mother-in-law in the eye after what had happened.
Today started very peacefully as he pulled you against his chest, the warmth of his skin feeling very comforting against yours. Both dressed in nothing but your underwear, making it so that you can feel him all over your body. From his chest against your back, his leg hooked over yours, his hand on your stomach as it's trailing upwards toward your breasts, and his lips on your neck. He's everywhere at once, and the feeling is intoxicating in the best way possible.
The softest moan escapes your lips as his hand kneads your breast, and your nipple hardens at the touch. Arousal pools in your panties as you let Tony take his time with you, soft groans tumbling from his lips as he sucks small hickies in the base of your neck as a visual representation of your shared love.
"Let's get you out of this, Sunshine," Tony says in his deep morning voice, and you let him take his time undressing you before taking off his boxer briefs, too. As you're splayed out before him, he takes a moment to admire your body and the ink adorning your skin as his fingertips run over them.
"I'm so fortunate to call you mine, Sunshine, and I can't wait to be buried inside you again," he tells you as his fingers glide through your folds, making you moan as you arch your back into his touch. He gathers some of your arousal before licking it off his fingers with a satisfied hum, only arousing you further.
"Taste like heaven, Sunshine; your pussy's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted in my life," he tells you as he crawls over you, his hard cock resting on your pussy as he leans in to capture your lips. With a slight, teasing grind, his tip gets caught on your clit, making you gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue into the warmth of your mouth.
It doesn't take long for Tony to have grabbed a condom and rolled it around his length, lining it up with your entrance before carefully sliding it in. He'll always be mindful of you and your comfort, not wanting to accidentally hurt you by going too fast.
"'s so big, Tony; feels so good inside me," you whisper in his ear as he's nuzzled into your neck, taking his sweet time to slide into you. There's no rush for either of you, and he plans on making every last second count, dragging your pleasure out for as long as possible.
"That's it, just a little more," he whispers as he slides in the rest of his cock, his balls making contact with your ass before you wrap your legs around his hips instinctively.
Savoring every soft moan and whimper tumbling from your lips as his veiny, delicious cock stretches your soft walls until his tip hits your sweet spot as he's buried inside you completely.
His lips capture yours just in time to catch the loud moan escaping, as you two need to be quiet so as not to bring any attention to yourselves. You're staying at Howard and Maria's house for a long weekend, and they're both light sleepers, so you don't want to wake them up with your antics in the morning.
"That's it, Sunshine, taking me so well, you feel perfect around my cock," he whispers as he sets a slow pace, the comforter sliding down his body more with each thrust until his entire ass is bared to the room, only your legs covered by the warm fabric.
With every slow drag of his cock in and out of you, your pleasure is building, your orgasm creeping closer and closer, and all you can think about is Tony and how perfect your babies would look, and you're not afraid of telling him just that.
"I want to have your babies, Tony, want you to pump me full of your cum and give me all your beautiful babies," you tell him as your nails drag over his back, leaving dark red scratches as your pleasure intensifies, his rapidly increasing thrusts only spurring you on more.
"Yeah? 's that what you want, Sunshine? Want me to breed you until you're fucking dripping with my cum and round with my babies? God, take my fucking-" is all he can say before the door swings open, and you hear a loud, high-pitched shriek - which turns out to be from Tony.
In a reflex, you look at the door, only to find Maria standing there with a laundry basket of clean clothes. You can't help but look at her with a shocked look in your eyes as you feel the embarrassment flooding your system while Tony pulls the comforter over his lap to cover himself up. He doesn't notice at the moment that you're left to fend for yourself, and you quickly grab his pillow to cover yourself, too, unable to look Maria or Tony in the eye after what just happened.
"Get out, Mom! Get out! Jesus, don't you know how to knock?!" Tony yells at her when she quickly leaves the room, shutting the door behind her after being too stunned to do anything. It's not every day she finds her son balls deep in his girlfriend, after all.
Embarrassment quickly makes its way through your body as tears gather in the corners of your eyes as you shut them tightly, wanting to curl into a ball as the ground opens up and swallows you whole. A deep blush spreads over Tony's face, neck, and chest as it slowly sinks in what has happened, but as soon as he looks at you, he can feel his heart break a little.
"Can I touch you, Sunshine?" he asks softly, and you nod in response, soft sniffles coming from the pillow you're clutching while you sit up, ready to let Tony pull you into his chest. His scent envelops you as his arms wrap around you, calming you down with his touch.
"I'm so sorry about what happened, Sunshine; I am. I really should talk with her about boundaries because this wasn't okay," he tells you calmly as he's trying to be strong for you. He's putting his feelings of embarrassment to the side as he's calming you down.
You shift so that you're wrapping your arms around him, too, the pillow you were clutching onto earlier now lying beside you. Your face is nuzzled into Tony's neck as the realization of what happened sinks in.
"Are you okay, Sunshine?" Tony asks, but you shrug before pulling away and looking at his face. The sad look on your features makes him feel horrible, and he gently kisses each of your cheeks before placing his hands on them, his thumbs rubbing over your cheekbones in a soothing motion.
"I can't believe Maria saw me naked - I mean... I was about to cum, for crying out loud! I can't believe she saw this; what will we do? What will she think of me, Tony?!" you spew out, the words coming out a mile a minute while you're gathering your thoughts.
"Hey, hey! It's okay, Sunshine. How about we take a shower first? That might calm you down a little further, and we can go from there," he offers, and you nod. A shower with Tony sounds perfect right about now; even though you've been horrendously robbed of your orgasm, you still get to enjoy the aftercare with him.
"Okay, c'mere, Sunshine," he says before standing by the bed and leaning down to grab your hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. A flood of warmth spreads through your body, and he's trying his hardest to make you feel comfortable and to see the smile he loves so much adorning your facial features.
The moment Tony lets go of you to get the shower ready, you let out a soft whimper, not wanting to be away from your boyfriend for too long.
When you're standing by the bed, he pulls you against his chest, your back plastered against him as he wraps his arms around you, placing his large hands on your belly as he guides you to the bathroom. You let out a small sigh when you're there, but before you can step out of his hold, he leans down to attach his lips to the exposed flesh, sucking a small bruise where your shoulders meet your neck.
"Hmm," you hum in approval, and Tony can't help but smile.
"I'm so lucky to have you, Sunshine. You make me feel treasured and special, and you make me feel beautiful even on days when I don't feel that way. And most of all, you make me feel loved in a way I've never felt before, and I cannot thank you enough for that," Tony whispers in your ear, and you smile broadly at his words.
You turn in his hold before letting your hands glide into the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a sensual, loving, and deep kiss, in which you're both quickly lost. You two pull away only when you start to shiver from the cold air in the bathroom, and Tony gets ready to warm you up under the shower.
It doesn't take long for the hot steam to fill the shower, and when you're waiting for the water to be warm enough, you can't help but let a giggle escape when you finally notice the fact that Tony never took off the condom after everything that's gone down. With a deep red blush on his cheeks, he quickly removes it before throwing it in the trash, and all you can think about is how adorable he looks with the pink tint covering his creamy skin.
"It's okay, My Love, and you're such an adorable little thing when you're blushing; it makes you look like an angel," you whisper to him as you place a soft kiss on his cheek, the flesh feeling warm against your lips before he buries his face in your neck. You pull him closer, your hand gliding into the hair on the nape of his neck.
"Let's go into the shower, okay?" you ask him, and he reluctantly pulls away, not wanting to be away from your soft body for too long. Once the warm water descends on your body, Tony reaches for the sponge and shower gel, squirting a generous amount on it before kneeling and carefully cleaning your legs one at a time.
He takes his time with your body as if he's worshipping every single inch of you, paying a little extra attention to your butt as he's washing it. He smacks it playfully and kneads your cheeks gently, and you're reveling in every bit of attention he's giving. As he makes his way up your body, he places a generous amount of soft kisses on your spine, his hands squeezing the sponge over the front of your body to lather it up with the soapy goodness.
"I fucking love you, Sunshine, I love every single inch of this amazing body, and your heart, your soul, I love everything about you, and I'm truly a lucky man to be able to call you all mine," he whispers in your ear. Your eyes flutter shut at his touch on your breasts, your nipples perking at the feeling of his long, skilled fingers tugging and rolling gently, but just enough to have you feeling the right amount of pleasure.
Your back arches into his touch as a soft moan slips from your lips, and all you can think about is Tony and how good he's making you feel. He can make you feel like you're flying with the softest of whispers and fall apart with the lightest of touches. As if your body is an instrument he's learning to play daily, and you'll happily let him.
"That's it, Sunshine. You're doing so well for me right now - such a good girl for me," he whispers in your ear as he gently brings you down from the high he brought you to. He might not have given you an orgasm, but there are other ways in which he can leave you fully satisfied, and that's precisely what he did now.
"I love you so much, Tony, and I think it's about time we are going to face your Mom," you tell him after turning around. The two of you share a few more kisses under the warm water before he nods, though you both take your sweet time to change into something nice and casual to lounge around the house in.
You're opting for grey loungewear; whereas Tony chooses to go for a black and white outfit with a hoodie from the college you're both attending. Both of you finish your looks with your glasses, and now, it's time to go and face the reality of what happened earlier.
As you walk down the stairs, Tony interlaces his fingers with yours, squeezing softly to calm your nerves. What happened was embarrassing enough for him, but since you have seen your in-laws only three times before today, it is about ten times worse for you.
Unfortunately, you have to go through the dining room to get to the kitchen, and Howard and Maria are always sitting there in the morning as they're enjoying their breakfast together. Usually, this would be fine, but knowing what Maria saw earlier has made the situation much more difficult, and you're growing more scared to face her.
"T-Tony," you say with a shaky voice, squeezing his hand to get his attention. He stops at the bottom of the stairs while you're still on the first step, making you eye-level with one another. Your concern is visible on your face, and Tony feels terrible that you must go through this now.
"It's okay, Sunshine; I promise you that it's going to be okay," he whispers, though it's difficult for you to believe him. It's not that you don't want to believe him, but something inside you is yelling at you to turn around and make a run for it so that you don't have to face the situation you're about to walk into.
"I-I don't think I can go in there, Tony; she saw us having sex! I mean, how can I face her after that?!" you tell him, tears starting to well up again at the thought, and Tony's heart shatters at the sight of you being sad. You may have only been together for a few short months, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care about your feelings.
"Sunshine, can you please listen to me for a moment?" he asks gently, and you wipe your tears away before you nod.
"I know it will be awkward and embarrassing, but we must go through it. I know my Mom, and I promise it won't stay this way for long. I'll be there by your side the entire time, and everything is going to be okay, alright?" his hands are lying on your cheeks as his thumbs catch your tears before wiping them away.
Deep inside, you know he's right, and you'll get through this. You can overcome anything with Tony by your side; this will be no exception. With one last deep sigh and a reassuring kiss, you pick yourself back together and retake Tony's hand, ready to face what's on the other side of the door.
As you step in, there's nothing but an awkward silence, which is the complete opposite of Maria's usual morning chatter. Howard was reading his newspaper, but he quickly put that on the table as he took in what was happening. It's never this quiet in the mornings, and he knows something's up.
"What's going on here? You're all awfully quiet this morning," Howard asks with a quirked brow, but all he sees is that you are all turning a dark shade of red and avoiding each other's gazes.
"N-nothing!" Tony says before pulling you into the kitchen; he attempts to get you out of the awkwardness. When you're in there, you two look at each other and can't help but let out a nervous laugh, the realization of the situation slowly sinking in with the two of you. Tony pulls you into his arms, his lips pressing a soft kiss on your hairline, calming you down immensely.
"I love you, Tony, more than I can ever explain to you," you whisper before tilting your head and gently kissing his lips. When he lets you out of his hold, you're going to make a simple breakfast for the both of you.
Once your breakfast is ready, you allow yourself a few more moments to gather the courage to go in and face the situation head-on. As you walk into the dining room, you take your usual place, but you avoid Maria's gaze at all costs, and all you can do is assume she's doing the same.
"So, how did you two lovebirds sleep last night?" Howard asks, and all he gets in response is a mumbled 'Fine!' from Tony, who's seemingly very interested in his breakfast. His gaze doesn't leave his plate for even a moment, and you're looking everywhere, as long as you don't have to look at anyone directly.
"And do you two have anything planned for today, or will you stay with us for a change?" he tries again, but there's no response this time. The silence in the dining room was deafening, and Maria was the only one who dared to look at both of you, the discomfort visible on your face.
"Y/N? Shall we step outside for a moment? I think it's good if we talk for a moment," Maria offers, and you nod. You look at Tony, who gives you a reassuring smile, and with that, you walk out of the room, the feeling of tension in your body already much lighter than before. As you and Maria go to the living room, Howard decides to talk with his son to understand what happened.
"Tony, can you please tell me what's going on? Because it's obvious something happened, and I'm starting to get a little worried about the three of you. It's way too silent this morning, and I miss my usual morning chatter," Howard says with a small smile, and Tony nods, albeit slightly reluctant.
"This morning, Mom walked in on Sunshine and me having sex, and ever since then, things have been extremely awkward between us and Mom," he tells his Dad, and Howard can't help but chuckle at his words. It's not exactly funny, but he couldn't help but think about the conversations he had about Maria and this happening one day.
"Listen, Tony, I know what happened is embarrassing, but it's also nothing to be worried about. Your Mom and I have talked about this before, and it was only a matter of time before this was going to happen. All we can hope is that the two of you have learned from it and maybe lock the bedroom door from now on," Howard says with his eyebrows raised, and Tony knows his Dad is right.
"You're right, but that doesn't make it any less embarrassing that Mom saw us; I mean, who wants to be caught having sex?! But yeah, we're going to be more careful from now on, that's for sure," he says with a smile on his face, and with that, the air is cleared between the two of them.
In the meantime, you are having a heart-to-heart with Maria, which makes you realize you have nothing to worry about.
"C'mere, let's sit on the couch to get a bit more comfortable," she offers, and you nod, taking your place beside her. The nerves are still swirling around your body, but as soon as her first words leave her mouth, they all melt away.
"First off, I want to say I'm sorry for what happened this morning, but I also want to let you know it's okay. I mean, you two love each other, and that's very clear; it's normal for you two to have sex. I know it's embarrassing that I caught you two, but there's no need to be ashamed. I even told Howard the other day you're truly like a daughter to me, and to see Tony so happy fills my heart with excitement. You're important to him, and you're important to us, too," she tells you, and you can feel the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes at her sweet words.
"Thank you for that, Maria; it means a lot to hear you say that. Being away from my Mom is difficult, but you're like my bonus Mom, and I love you so much. I'm very grateful for everything you and Howard do for me, and I wouldn't want it any other way," you tell her, and now it's her turn to get teared up.
"I love you too, Y/N; now come here because I need a hug from my daughter," she tells you, and you smile broadly before leaning in and enveloping her in your arms. Knowing that Howard and Maria are there for you no matter what has your heart feeling full and your face hurts from how much you're smiling.
About fifteen minutes after his talk with Howard, Tony could hear the laughter coming from the living room, making him curious about what was happening. Tony gets up and walks into the living room, and he's greeted by the sight of you and Maria looking at his baby photos, making him blush deeply as he realizes what photos Maria is showing you.
"Look, My Love, it's you walking around naked!" you tell him with a big smile on your face, and he's relieved to see the sparkle in your eyes again, letting him know you're doing a whole lot better and the talk with Maria has helped you immensely. As you're holding up the photo where he's proudly showing off his tiny white butt to the camera with his diaper in his hand, he lets out an embarrassed groan, but he can't help but smile at the photo, too.
"When Tony was little, he had this tendency to pull off his diaper and just swing it around as he waddled everywhere with his cute butt showing. It didn't matter where we were; he constantly took it off!" Maria tells you, and Tony shakes his head with a smile.
"He still enjoys walking around naked nowadays; I guess some things never change!" you tell Maria, and you go into a massive fit of laughter, leaving Tony blushing profoundly and shaking his head in embarrassment. Although, he can see the bright side of the story, too.
"Do you two ladies have room for one more?" Tony asks, and you nod before getting up, allowing him to sit at the spot you just occupied before placing your butt on his lap. It's your favorite place to be seated, after all.
He wraps his arms around your waist; his hands clasped on your stomach as he looks over your shoulder at the photos in the album while Maria talks your ear off about every one of them. From family members you have never heard about to stories that get funnier the older Tony gets, you can not get enough of them.
"I hope our future babies look as cute as you, My Love. That would mean they're perfect," you tell Tony as you let yourself melt into his touch, and he somewhat agrees.
"You think I'm cute?" Tony asks with a quirked brow, and you nod happily, kissing his cheek softly.
"Yeah, you were back then, and you still are now," you tell him proudly, and he can feel the warmth flooding through his veins at your confession. He's filled with love right now and feels like a lucky man with you in his arms.
"Well, I secretly hope they look like you, Sunshine! Because if they do, it would mean we would have the most beautiful babies on the planet," he tells you, and you feel the warmth flowing through your body at the thought. If only you would know what your future has in store for the two of you.
The rest of the day goes by without a hitch, and when it's finally time for you and Tony to go to bed, you're hoping to have a do-over of the morning - though preferably without the interruption. As you step into the bedroom, you lock the door behind you, a mischievous grin on your face as you look at Tony.
"What do you think? Shall we finish what we started this morning? I believe we still owe each other an orgasm," you tell Tony as you strip off your clothes until you're entirely bare for him. In his enthusiasm and impatience to get to the bed, he almost trips over his pants on the way. Luckily, he catches himself before that happens, making you chuckle at the sight.
Tony gets seated with his back against the headboard, his legs slightly spread as you walk over to the foot of the bed. You take your time to get seated on the bed, placing kisses from his shins to his thighs, your hands massaging him everywhere except for where he needs you most.
"S-Sunshine, please, don't tease me," he growls, and you just wink at him before wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, and taking his tip into your mouth with a suckle. A soft moan escapes your throat at the taste of him, and his head falls against the headboard as the pleasure builds inside him.
"God, you have such a perfect mouth," he says, his hips rutting up as you suck more of him into your mouth, your hand pleasuring the rest of his cock. His hands are tightly holding the sheets as he's trying not to cum yet, which is proving more difficult than he thought.
"Hmmm, S-Sunshine, 'm close!" he tells you, and you let him go with a wet pop before sitting up and capturing his lips with yours. As your tongues mingle together, he can taste himself on your tongue, and it is one of the hottest things he's ever experienced with you.
When you were working your magic with your mouth, you were clenching around nothing but air from anticipation, arousal flooding your pussy constantly at the sweet sounds tumbling from Tony's lips. As a result, it doesn't take long for you to have reached for a condom and rolled it onto his length, ready to split you open just the way you like.
"Are you ready, My Love?" you ask, and he nods, his hands on your hips as you line him up with your entrance before sinking at a slow, almost teasing pace as you let yourself adjust to the stretch of him in your pussy. Your face is buried in his neck as you take inch after inch of him, and when he bottoms out, you let out a shared moan that has you gushing around his cock.
"You're so fucking big, I can never get enough of you or your cock! I love you so much, Tony; I can't wait to have a beautiful baby with you one day," you tell him as you roll your hips, trying to find a comfortable rhythm for the two of you. When you've found it, you're bouncing on his cock with a delicious pace that has him hitting your sweet spot each time, and the whimpers and moans coming from you are quickly becoming uncontrollable.
"Are you close, Sunshine? Is my girl about to cum?" he asks when your pace starts to falter slightly, and you nod before pulling his face to yours, capturing his lips with yours in a bruising kiss as Tony's fingers find your clit.
You moan into his mouth as your tongues dance passionately together, and it doesn't take long for you to fall apart on his cock, and for him to shoot his load into the latex wrapped around him, which he is now wishing wouldn't have been there.
He's been dreaming of having you bare ever since your first time together, but you couldn't be careful enough. When you've both come down from your highs, you keep the comfortable positions you're sitting in now, Tony still nestled deep inside your warmth.
"I love you, Sunshine," he tells you, and with a mumbled ''love you too'' you nuzzle your face into his neck, enjoying each other's closeness without exchanging a single word. Both your hearts are overflowing with love for each other, and you couldn't be happier than you are now, nestled in the arms of the man you'll be spending the rest of your life with.
PAIRING | Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Sugar Baby!Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT | 1.1K
SUMMARY | You've been studying for your upcoming exam all day, and you're starting to get a little cold. However, the perfect way to warm up is by touching Tony's warm body, seeing how he's always running warm through the arc reactor. Of course, he's happy to share his warmth with you; he doesn't want you to feel cold.
A/N | This fic is inspired by this headcanon written by @fotibrit! As soon as I read it, I knew this would fit perfectly inside my sugar daddy!Tony AU! I love their dynamic, and I can't wait to hear what you all think about it. This is proofread by my amazing friend @ccbsrmsf1, for which I cannot begin to thank you enough! 💙
EVENTS
Masterlist | @anyfandomfluffbingo | Clothes sharing
Masterlist | @fandombingo | Tony Stark
Masterlist | @fandom-free-bingo | "Are you feeling better now?"
Masterlist | @marvel-smash-bingo | "I can do this all day."
Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist
You're in the middle of studying for your exams, making long hours for a difficult one coming up. Going through medical school has always been a dream of yours, and thanks to Tony, that is becoming a reality, but that doesn't mean you don't have to work for it. He has kindly offered to study at Stark Tower so you can use plenty of empty offices and conference rooms.
This also means you're closer to him, and you can't stop yourself from seeing him whenever he's in the building. You've been studying for the past six hours, eating lunch, and drinking a lot of coffee in between, and you're starting to feel cold and restless - perfect timing to go and pay a visit to Tony.
"Jarvis, can you tell me where Tony is?" you ask the AI he has installed in the building, who kindly lets you know he is working in his lab. Your stuff is gathered quickly, and just before you can zip your bag closed, you let out a big yawn and a cold shiver runs down your spine. The weather outside looked promising, but jeans and a blouse weren't enough to keep you warm today.
As soon as your bag hangs on your shoulder, you're out the door, your feet carrying you to Tony on instinct. The elevator ride is way too long, and you're rubbing your hands on your arms to keep yourself warm, but to no avail. You feel warmth spreading through your body when you walk into his lab and see Tony hunched over in his MIT hoodie, faded jeans, and messy hair.
"Are you going home already, Sugar?" Tony asks in his deep voice, giving you goosebumps as the sound goes through your body.
"Not yet; I figured I'd swing by your lab to see how you're doing. And I was hoping to steal a bit of your warmth, too," you tell him with a small smile, unable to stop thinking how handsome he looks in his outfit. It shows off his natural handsomeness, and you can't help but stare a little too long when he turns to you.
"How can I say no when you ask me like that? C'mere Sugar," Tony says as he opens his arms invitingly. You drop your bag before stepping into his hold, your body pressing tightly against his as your face nuzzles into his neck. With a deep sigh, you let your hands wander to where they're under his hoodie, your ice-cold hands slowly warming up on the warm muscles of his lower back.
"You're freezing!" he says before he lets go, his hands carefully wrapping around your wrists to guide your hands to his chest - or, more specifically, to his arc reactor. It's where he gets the hottest and your favorite place to rest your hands when you're feeling cold. If there's one thing you both quickly learned, it is that where you usually are feeling chilly, Tony is always hot, making him your perfect personal heater.
A soft hum leaves your throat as you can feel the warmth of his body seeping into your cold hands, slowly ensuring they don't ache from the freezing state they were in before you came to him.
"Are you feeling better now?" Tony asks softly and gently, and you hum in response. If it were up to him, he would let you warm your hands on his body forever, never wanting to let you go again. Little does he know you feel the same way, but you're both too stubborn to admit it to one another.
"Yeah, I can do this all day if you'd let me," you tell him in response, another soft sigh leaving your chest when your hands aren't cold anymore. Though that issue has been fixed, Tony can tell you're still feeling cold, and without hesitation, he takes off his hoodie, exposing his muscular chest and abdomen to you, making you do a double take at the appearing flesh.
"Here, you can wear this, Sugar," he tells you without leaving room for discussion. You allow him to pull it over your head, the sleeves longer than your arms, making you giggle. The scent of Tony envelops you completely, and you flail your arms like a bird to show off just how long the sleeves are, and the sound of Tony's laughter makes yet another flood of warmth spread throughout your body.
"It looks way better on you than it does me, Sugar; I think you should keep it," Tony says, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your mouth and back. He steps closer to you, his index finger lifting your chin slightly to look right into your eyes as he closes the gap between you two.
His mouth descends on yours in a sweet, loving, gentle kiss that takes your breath away yet makes you feel so full of love. Your kisses are usually frantic and passionate when you sleep together, but this kiss is the opposite. Unrushed and soft; filled promises that neither of you is willing to give in to yet. It's perfection in a kiss.
The second his lips leave yours, it feels like you're deflating like a balloon, missing the feelings of his warm mouth on yours already. Despite this, a small smile tugs on the corners of your mouth as you bite your bottom lip, feeling like a teenager who just shared their first kiss with the boy she's been crushing on for a long time. And deep inside, that's exactly what the dynamic between you is, just in your later years.
"What was that for?" you ask Tony, who chuckles at your question.
"I felt like kissing you because you look adorable in my hoodie. And I wanted to surprise you, which, by the looks of it, worked pretty well," Tony tells you, and you nod.
"Now I have to go because I promised to go for dinner with my friends. But thank you for the hoodie. I'll be using it to keep me warm from now on," you tell him as you step back, grab your bag, and walk out of his lab with a wave.
All he can muster is a small wave back as he stands there shirtless and with a heart filled with love. He wants to give you all the happiness in the world and more, and if that means letting you warm your cold hands on his body and giving you his hoodies, he's more than okay with doing that for the rest of his life, even if that means never getting to tell you how he feels. Your dynamic is perfect for both of you, and he doesn't want to ruin it by doing something stupid.
Though the one thing he wants more than anything in this world is that you will be his one day. His girlfriend, his fiancée, his wife, his everything. That's what would make him the happiest man on earth.
Hi Nicoline😌❤️ I wonder if your any fandom fluff is open to requests?👀
If so, I want to ask for a neighbor(or roommate) Steve and reader. Maybe they had a small fight over something (something like Steve's date screamed too loud when he brought her home?) and neither of them apologized to the other.
reader: "you listen to me-"
Steve: "NO YOU LISTEN TO ME. I'm done with your attitude and your bullshit. I fuck whoever I please whenever I please. It's not like you haven't made any noise when you're fucking yourself over some toy. So zip it up because you are not any better"
And the next thing you know, you are competing who can make the other one moan louder and you end up fucking👀🤭
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PAIRING | Steve Rogers x Avenger!Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT | 3.4K
SUMMARY | Working together with your ex is already difficult enough, but the fact that you're sleeping in the bedroom next to him isn't much better. Since the two of you have broken up, Steve has brought home many women, and you are starting to lose sleep because they keep making too much noise. When you try to get Steve to stop, the conversation takes an unexpected turn, and you end up in his bed again.
RATING | Explicit (E)
WARNINGS/TAGS | Natasha being a good friend, Steve is an asshole in this
ANGST | Swearing, lots of fighting between Steve and Reader
SMUT | Exes hooking up, hate/revenge sex, dirty talk, heavy degradation, daddy kink, nipple play, hair pulling, spanking, choking, Steve has no refractory period, oral (M receiving), face/throat fucking, deepthroating, facial/cumming on face, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), belly bulge, squirting, implied aftercare.
A/N | @jamneuromain I cannot thank you enough for the amazing request for this square! This is my first time writing a fic like this, but it was a lot of fun, and I look forward to doing it again. I want to thank @late-to-the-party-81 for beta-reading this story; without your help, it wouldn't have gotten to what it is now. I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I did when writing this! 💚
EVENTS
Masterlist | @anyfandomfluffbingo | I3: "No, you listen to me."
Masterlist | @fandom-free-bingo | B5: Exes Hook Up
Masterlist | @sweetspicybingo Sweethearts | My Bed Now
Lately, you've been losing more sleep than you can afford, especially with the number of missions you've been going on. Every night, Steve has a different woman over, which is fine in and of itself if it weren't for the fact that they are never quiet. It's like he wants to rub it in your face that he is getting laid on the regular, and you're making good use of your trusty vibrator.
You have always been warned about getting together with colleagues, but when you met Steve, he was a gentleman, taking care of everything you could desire until the flame between you fizzled out. The moment you two parted ways was sad for you both, but it was clear then that your relationship had run its course.
However, tonight has been especially brutal on you, and you even tried wearing earplugs to bed without success. Their combined moans and groans, the spanking and her screaming carried through everything, and you ended up with less than three hours of sleep. You managed to drag yourself out of bed and into the kitchen, but as soon as you saw Steve all lovey-dovey with his latest 'prize,' a stone dropped into your stomach, and you suddenly weren't hungry anymore.
Bucky, Tony, Sam, and Natasha were all eating their breakfast in peace, but as soon as Nat saw the look on your face, she picked up her food, ready to lead you out of the room.
"C'mon, let's go somewhere else," she says before hooking your arm through hers and leading you to her bedroom. Tears start gathering in the corners of your eyes as you reach it; however, they're not because of jealousy but because of pure anger.
"Jesus, does he have to rub it in our faces like that?! It's fucking unbelievable that he’s moved on within the blink of an eye; it's disgusting, actually," you tell Natasha as you're pacing in her room.
"You do realize he never moved on, right?" she asks, and you stop in your tracks before looking at her with narrow eyes.
"What do you mean? He has a new girl over there every day," you tell her, but she shakes her head.
"It's just his way of hiding his pain. He feels like he's made a huge mistake by leaving you. I know your relationship didn't work anymore, but he feels he could have - should have - done more. Bucky told me about it a few weeks ago," and with those words, you let yourself sink onto the couch, wondering what could have been.
"You know, I honestly couldn't care less about the fact that he's fucking everything that moves, but they don't have to rub it in my face like that; it's starting to get to me that they're so loud, I barely sleep anymore because of them... It's like he forgets that not everyone is a super soldier like him."
Natasha looks at you with understanding, and she puts her plate to the side before standing up and grabbing your hand, guiding you to her bed.
"Why don't you sleep here for a while? I'll cover for you with Tony, and you can take the day off today to recover a bit," she tells you, and you happily agree. As soon as your head hits the pillow, you're asleep, and Nat goes to have an important talk with Steve.
"You, out of here. I need to speak with Steve," she says with a pointed tone to his latest conquest as she returns to the kitchen, and she looks offended at the redhead in front of her. With a raised brow, Nat silently threatens her, not needing to say a single word before the other woman scrambles away without saying anything.
"Was that really necessary, Nat?" Steve asks curtly, clearly unhappy with her rudeness. However, she isn't fazed and instead cuts straight to the point, not worrying about who else can hear.
"Why are you fucking everything with a pulse?" she asks, and Bucky almost chokes on his breakfast as he hears it. Sam and Tony go wide-eyed at her question and are suddenly very interested in each other, not wanting to be on the receiving end of Natasha's words right now.
"Since when is that any of your business, Romanoff?"
"It wasn't until I almost got killed during our last mission because of it. Y/N is barely sleeping because of you and your ''ladies'', and we're risking our lives out there because of you!" she spits out at him, and for a second, Steve's heart hurts at the mention of your name. However, the feeling is gone almost as soon as it comes up.
''It's not my fault she can't sleep; I'm just having fun, and what I do in my spare time shouldn't matter to anyone. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some important business to tend to," Steve says as he gets up, but Natasha is not letting him go anywhere as she grabs his arm, squeezing her long nails into his bicep.
"Just talk to her, for Christ's sake; that's all I'm asking! And keep it down during the night; she's not the only one losing sleep over the dying cats you seem to find every night," Natasha tells him, and with that, he rips his arm away, stomping out of the living room and heading to the gym, needing to let his frustrations out.
Things have improved in the first few days after Natasha talked to Steve. Even though he has brought some more women back (because 'every woman wants a chance with Captain America' as Steve says it), he has managed to keep it down, and you have gotten a solid six to seven hours of sleep, which instantly brightens your mood. It's not where you want it to be, but it's better than nearly no sleep.
"Mornin' everyone!" you say happily as you walk into the kitchen again, but your mood instantly sinks when you find Steve standing at the counter, his latest conquest sitting upon it with her arms wrapped around his neck as they make out.
"Can't you two get a room or something? Not everyone wants to see this in the morning," you tell Steve, the venom dripping from your voice. He promptly pulls away before turning to you, leaving the girl you couldn't care less about alone.
"What the fuck is your problem, Y/L/N? As far as I know, you ended things between us because you didn't feel anything for me. And now you suddenly care about every single thing I do? Seems a bit odd if you ask me," Steve scoffs, and you're starting to see red at the edges of your vision.
"You're such an ass, you know that?! You act perfect and gentleman-like, but nothing could be further from the truth. You couldn't care any fucking less about anything or anyone around you, and you're a disgusting piece of crap. Sleeping with everything that moves every single night, moaning the wrong name during sex almost every night? I'm not deaf, you know," you throw back in his face. The response he gives, however, has your blood boiling.
"Really? You never heard me complain when you moaned Bucky when we had sex!" he tells you, which makes you lose every last bit of control. As soon as Bucky hears his name, he turns a deep shade of red, not wanting to be involved in whatever is happening between you.
"You're so... ugh! I fucking hate you, Rogers!" you scream in his face before turning around and running away, not wanting to be near him any longer. Tears are streaming down your face, and Natasha is running after you, feeling horrible for everything that has just gone down. It's not like he didn't deserve it, but it was still a low blow for him to expose something so private.
"Hey, let's just breathe for a bit, okay? I know he hurt you, but if we calm you down, you won't go down that same spiral again, alright?" Nat says as she pulls you into her arms. You and Steve rarely fight, but when it does happen, you tend to go down a problematic spiral. Natasha desperately wants that not to happen again - she doesn’t want to lose you.
"It's okay, Detka, I'm here with you; just let it all out," she reassures and calms you. The sobs wreaking havoc on your body are heart-wrenching, and the screams are cutting right through everything, but it's precisely what you need right now. After what seems like forever, you calm down, though you're tired beyond belief. It has drained every last bit of energy from you, so you can barely stand on your legs.
"Here, let's get you on the bed, okay? I'm not going anywhere; I'll be here the entire time," Natasha tells you as she sits against your bed's headboard, and you crawl under the covers. You rest your head in her lap, and her long fingers rake through your hair, and soon, you're lulled into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Steve has been gone for an extended undercover mission, meaning you’ve finally gotten some proper sleep, and the few weeks he’s been gone have been nothing short of heaven. You did expect him to bring another woman along when he returned, but he didn't, much to your surprise.
That morning, you both come out of your bedrooms simultaneously. You are dressed in a sports outfit, ready for the gym, and Steve is only wearing a pair of tight sweatpants that show off how his muscles bulge in the most delicious manner. It's almost as if he’s doing it on purpose.
"Can we talk?" Steve asks you, and even though you're not in the mood, you give in anyway.
"Sure," you sigh before turning around and heading to Steve's room. You're secretly hoping he will apologize, although you also know that's not at all likely to happen. When you're in his room, the door slams shut behind you, and you're all alone with him. Everything inside looks so familiar, yet so strange at the same time. Some things were items you’d picked out for him, and others were new, added after you broke up.
"Steve, I need you to listen to me-"
"No, you listen to me! I'm done with your attitude and your bullshit, Y/N. I fuck whoever I please, whenever I please! It's not like you haven't made any noise when you're fucking yourself over some lousy toy! So zip it up because you're not any better," Steve tells you as he's pointing his finger in your face.
What you do next is something you never would have expected in a million years. Your hand reaches out for his as you pull him closer, your lips crashing together in a bruising kiss that leaves you both breathless. All the pent-up anger and resentment is finally coming out, though not in the way you had thought.
Steve's hands quickly move to the zipper of your sports bra, revealing your breasts and perked nipples to the room as the fabric falls away, his large hands enveloping them with kneading motions, making you moan into his mouth.
"God, listen to you, already moaning like a pathetic slut for me, and I haven't even touched you properly yet," Steve tells you, but all you know is how good he can make you feel with just his hands. The way he tugs and squeezes your nipples between rolling them has you moaning loudly and arousal flooding your panties. In this moment, all of the hurt between you disappears, and you become the woman who used to welcome him into your bed gladly.
"Y-yes!" you whine, your brows knitted together and your mouth slack.
"What are you?"
"A-a pathetic s-slut! Just for you, Daddy, 'm y-your p-pathetic slut," you tell him, and you feel his cock jump against your thigh as you call him Daddy, a name reserved solely for him. You don’t know why you called him that the first time you were together, but both of you quickly discovered that you liked it, and it became a staple part of your dynamic until the end. His sweatpants are straining against his cock, and before you can think about what's happening, he pushes you down on your knees and lowers his sweatpants.
"Suck my dick, you slut; it's the only fucking thing your mouth is good for anyways," he says as he grabs your head, your mouth already opening on instinct. The feeling of his cock on your tongue is instantly calming, and your lips wrap around him immediately, sucking him down without him needing to say anything else.
"That's it, put that mouth of yours to some good use for Daddy," he groans before he slowly starts to fuck your mouth, sliding deeper and deeper into your throat until you can feel his balls slapping against your chin and his pubic bone makes contact with your nose.
Loud moans escape from his chest, and you can't help but feel proud at the way you're making him feel, that it's you pulling these sounds from him.
Steve grabs a tighter hold of your head, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as he sets an almost brutal pace, fucking your throat in earnest, only concerned with chasing his high. Your thighs are clenching to give yourself some relief, and your nails are digging deeply into his thighs to the point of almost drawing blood, but Steve doesn't care.
"That's it, take it! Doing so good for Daddy," he praises you, and you can't help but feel a little warmth bloom inside you. The tears you had are now streaming down your face in a rapid motion, but all you can do is breathe through your nose as Steve keeps up his pace, his orgasm building quickly.
"Almost there; are you going to let Daddy cum all over this face of yours? Will you be a perfect little cumslut and let Daddy cum all over your face?" he asks as he pulls out of your mouth, leaving you feeling empty. Despite this, you nod in response as you open your mouth and stick out your tongue.
"Such an obedient slut for me today," he praises, and you preen under his words. His fist wraps around his cock before jerking it quickly, the ragged breaths and groans coming from him increasing with every move until the first drops of his cum squirt out, landing on your tongue. His orgasm seems to be never-ending, more and more of his cum shooting all over your face, making a mess that only serves to arouse you further.
"Look at you, such a dirty fucking slut, but you love that, don't you? To be used as Daddy's cumdump? Yeah, you do,'' Steve says with a wicked grin, and he scoops some of his cum from your cheek before shoving his fingers in your mouth, and you lick them clean for him.
"My bed, now," he orders, and you scramble up; despite the soreness in your knees, you manage to get there relatively quickly.
"Take off your pants, and get on your hands and knees," he says, and you do as he asks, the fabric quickly discarded before you present yourself before him. You know he’s looking at your pussy, able to see how wet you are for him
"Look at you, all ready to take Daddy's fat cock! That's all you've wanted, right? To be railed by my fat cock inside your pussy? Bet you only think about me when you're with someone else or when you're fucking yourself on that pathetic toy of yours," Steve spits out, the degradation only making you hornier.
"Y-yes Daddy! Need your cock," you tell him, and he takes his place behind you before sliding in with one single thrust. He hasn’t taken any time to prepare you, so the intrusion initially burns, but the discomfort quickly subsides as he thrusts in with an unrelenting pace.
You can't keep your moans and whines in even if you want to, and when Steve lands a hard spank on your ass, you scream his name loudly. At this point, you don't care who can hear you, all you know is how good Steve is making you feel as he fucks you nearly into oblivion.
"Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good, you dirty fucking slut! You want the entire Compound to know who's fucking you like this, hmm?" he asks, and all you can do is nod.
"Well, let them hear it!” he demands. “Who's making you feel this good?"
"Y-you, Daddy! Daddy m-makes me feel t-this good!" is all you can manage between his violent thrusts. Your ass is getting sore from the brutal pace Steve has set, as well as the brief spanking he gave you. Your arms gave out a while ago, your face mushed into the covers, and your pussy throbbed, but you don't want to let Steve win; you're determined not to let him get to you.
"Pussy feels like heaven, missed your pussy so much, you know that? Nothing ever came close to how perfect yours is! Such a sweet pussy, letting me in whenever I want," Steve groans before leaning forward and grabbing your throat and pulling you back against his chest.
"Daddy!" you scream out at the change of positions, and he squeezes your throat, constricting your airflow enough to have you feeling lightheaded and floaty but not so much to risk you passing out. His other arm is wrapped around your belly where he can feel himself.
"Fuck! I'm so deep in your sweet cunt I can feel myself in your belly!" Steve exclaims with a grin, picking up the pace as he shifts his angle slightly. You let out a strangled scream at the way he hits your sweet spot like this, your legs shaking uncontrollably.
You know that if it weren't for Steve holding you up, you would have collapsed by now, and the position he has you in has your nerve endings feel like they're on fire. All you need now is just a little stimulation on your clit to be sent head-first into your orgasm, a fact that Steve is well aware of..
"What's wrong? Does my slut need to cum?" he coos as you nod, but instead of giving you what you want, he constricts your airflow entirely and sets an even harsher pace, all while groaning loudly. As the edges of your vision go white, Steve suddenly lets go. You inhale deeply, and a mind-bending orgasm works through your body.
"Jesus, fuck! Look at you, squirting all over the fucking bed like a filthy slut!" Steve says as he rides out his orgasm, which had been triggered by the strength of yours. You hadn’t even noticed at first. When he lets you go, you collapse onto the bed, completely tired. ”T-thank you, Daddy," you manage to murmur before falling asleep, exhaustion having taken you over completely.
While you sleep, Steve cleans you up and dresses you in a pair of his boxers and a T-shirt.
When he's dressed, only pulling his sweats back on, he goes to the kitchen to grab some water for the pair of you, a thin layer of sweat still adorning his body as he walks around proud as a peacock.
Nobody says anything as they look at Steve, horrified, and he knows everyone heard exactly what the two of you did just now. What the two of you said to each other.
"What? Someone had to make sure the message would get across," he says with a wink before heading back to his bedroom and closing the door. The water bottle he grabbed for you is put on the nightstand with some Advil, which he’s sure you’ll need when you wake up.
He takes his place in the large armchair in his room, his sketchpad and pencil lying on the armrest as he decides what to draw. He grabs it before flipping through the pages, every page having a beautiful drawing of you. He has drawn everything he could imagine, from close-ups of your face to your silhouette in his favorite outfits.
As he starts on the next one, he can't help but think about what things would be like if you were his again. He has missed you too much and vows to try his hardest to win back your affection. Today was the first step. Now, all he has to do is wait. And if there's one thing Steve is, it's a patient man, especially regarding you.
A/N: @marvelrarepairbingo made a post about my fic here back when it was anonymous! Sorry, I couldn't post this until now, had to keep the secret :wink:
Image Credits: Banner made by me with the help of Canva and Google Images
Created for:
@darcylewisbingohq: A3- Darcy x Bruce Banner
@anyfandomgoesbingo: B3- College AU
@anyfandomfluffbingo: "You're Warm."
@marvelrarepairbingo: For Secret Santa 2023, written for @superblizzardfire
@seasonaldelightsbingo: B3- Cuddling together on the bed
Pairing -> Boyfriend!Ransom Drysdale x Girlfriend!Reader
Summary -> Ransom isn’t used to get much love from others but when he met you he knew he really likes you and wants you to show how it works to be in love with someone.
Warnings -> (G) none, just fluff
Wordcount -> 1.7k
Request -> a cute Ransom request: for months his girl showed him how to show his feelings bc he's not used to it but wants to do things right, since he really likes her? She's always giving him kisses, cuddles and all the cute stuff. ALWAYS her starting it but now he's the one starting all that 🥹🥹 @rogersbarber
A/N: Thank you so much for that request. And I hope you like what I wrote. I want to thank @imtryingbuck for listening to me while writing this one.
It’s not the first time he is sitting on the couch, his favorite cookies in his hands, while he stares at you. He doesn't dare to touch you or ask you to sit on his lap so he can wrap his arms around you. Ransom waits for you to walk over to him, take your seat next to him, and kiss his cheek softly before you capture his lips with yours. His hand would still hold the cookies, his other gripping his thigh, but he wouldn’t touch you. He doesn’t dare to touch you unless you tell him to do so.
The two of you have been dating for a few months now, but Ransom is still careful with you. You’re the first one he really loves; he feels like you understand him and support him. And since he isn’t used to getting and showing love, he asked you to show him how it works. And you immediately agreed, so it’s normal for you to take the first step — to hug him, to kiss him, to touch him.
“Ransom?”
“Mhm?”
You turn around and look at him; his eyes are focused on you. He looks into your eyes, and the intense stare lets you shiver slightly. Then he smiles and looks with a questioning expression and furrowed eyebrows at you.
“Do you mind when I go out with some friends? I will be home at dinner,” you ask.
He shakes his head and smiles softly. Ransom doesn’t mind, and it’s the perfect time for you to go out with friends since he plans a little surprise for you.
“I love you,” you mumble, leaning closer to kiss him.
“I love you too,” he replies, kissing you so softly that you want to melt immediately.
You love his lips on yours, and with his soft, plump ones, he kisses you like it’s all he needs to tell you how much he loves you. Even when you agree to show him how to touch and kiss you in a way that says more than a word could ever explain, you sometimes miss the feeling that your partner took the first step. That he just wraps his arms around your waist or that he just kisses your neck.
Ransom smiles when you pull away and make your way through the room and onto the floor to get ready to meet your friends. When he hears the door of the house closing, he places his cookies to the side and stands up, getting ready for the surprise later.
Your friends and you were sitting in a small cafe, talking and laughing about everything and nothing. You have a cup of tea in front of you when you listen to your friends talking about their families.
“And then he just threw it through the room, and the pen hit the wall, and now we have a few dots on the wall,” the one says, laughing. Then she turns to you and smiles softly. “And you really think this will work when he doesn’t even manage to touch you without you telling him?”
“I think it works; he just needs time to get used to being loved, and that’s oke,” you say, shrugging.
Then they change the topic, and you’re glad they do because you don’t want to explain your love life. They talk a lot more about their husbands and the kids or about their jobs, and you listen, smiling, that you and Ransom have something special; it’s not the ‘we met, we fell in love, we fucked, now we are parents and married’. The two of you have a special bond that is so much stronger; he trusts you so much that he allows you to take control of things, and he wants you to show how real love works.
After a few more hours, you are finally on your way home. You can’t wait to join your boyfriend on the couch; let yourself fall against his side. He always looks at you with such cute and loving eyes that you feel like he is looking at the most adorable thing in the world. And for him, you are; you’re definitely the most adorable, loving, and important person in his world; you’re his own perfect little world.
When you open the door, you put your shoes and jacket off before you walk through the floor. Before you reach the living room, you feel strong arms around you, and then a blindfold covers your eyes. You inhale his cologne and smile when you realize he touches you in a bit of an intimate way.
“Ransom?”
“Don’t worry, I have a surprise for you,” he mumbles from behind, his hands on your shoulders, when he leads you through the house.
“Please don’t let me crush against a door frame. RANSOM- I feel like here is a- there is no door frame? OH FUCK- Ransom, there is- also no door frame?” you say and hold your arms in front of you because you feel like there is a door frame or at least a counter.
“You won’t bump into something,” he laughs and stops them, holding you in place. “Give me a moment, then you can take off the blindfold; you just need to take that- and here.”
Ransom walks around you, a few steps away, before he walks closer, and you can hear the familiar noise of the cookies. You chuckle about the fact that he probably loves those cookies more than everything, or almost everything.
“Oke, you can take them off, princess,” he says, his tone nervous, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
For a moment, you’re unsure of what you expect to see when you take the fabric off your eyes; you haven’t heard Ransom nervously like that before. But when he calls you princess, you just melt. A shiver made its way along your spine, and you smile widely now. With your hand, you grip the blindfold and take it off. Ransom stands in front of you, his cookies in his hand, and he smiles while he shifts from one foot to the other.
“I- Babe-“ he mumbles, clearing his throat and holding the cookies a bit tighter. “I’m gonna break my cookies.”
You laugh softly when he looks at his hand, his fingers digging into the paper around the food. Then he looks back into your eyes, and he blushes softly.
“I love you! Babe, I thought the whole day about the way I tell you, but now I feel like every word I want to say- oh that’s really exciting, isn’t it?”
Ransom laughs, and you can’t stop yourself from laughing about his shyness and cuteness. This man is adorable, and the way he tries to tell you something while being so in love that he just can’t form a proper sentence makes you giggle.
“Calm down, eat a cookie, and then you can tell me, oke?” you say it softly, but he immediately shakes his head.
“I can’t eat them. They are in my hands to show you something. I have thought about it for a while now. You’re adorable, you're beautiful, you’re sweet, and you’re so much more, and there are not even enough words to explain what you mean to me. You take your time with me, even when you could have found someone who would give you all that you miss immediately, but you decided to be with me. And I have those cookies here to show you that nothing, not even my favorite food, is as important for me as you’re. Look,” he says, smiling when he throws them away.
Ransom flinches softly when they fall down, but then he looks back at you and sees your eyes brighten. You love him so much that you can’t even show him.
“Nothing is as important to me as you. You’re my little world; the place where I can finally say I’m home is wherever you are. No matter what my family is doing or how much they blame me for their mistakes, whenever I see or feel you, I feel safe and loved. I want to be with you forever. I want us to have our own little family and see our babies grow up. Then I want to lay in bed with you, cuddle with you, and make even more babies,” he chuckles, and you don’t know if you need to cry of joy because of his sweet words or need to laugh.
He walks a step closer, reaching into his pocket, and when he has it in his hand, he gets on his knees. Your jaw drops, and you feel the tears burning in your eyes. The smile on your face widens when you see the ring between his fingers.
“I love you; you’re my safe place, my favorite person. And everything I can wish for is the sweetest and most wonderful woman a man can have, and that's you. With you, I know what real love is, and because of you, I can finally show you what I really feel for you. So that’s why I want to ask you: Do you want to marry me?”
“Ransom- oh- yes, I want to marry you,” you say.
He reaches for your hand, and then he slips the ring on your finger before he stands up and wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer and crashing his lips on yours. Your hands find their way into his hair, tugging it softly. When the two of you break the kiss, he leans his forehead against yours, and you lift your hand to look at the ring.
“It’s beautiful; thank you. I love you so much, Ransom,” you say, then you turn your head to the cookies.
“I love you too; just let me place them on the counter, and then we can do whatever you want to do,” he mumbles into your ear, caressing your cheek.
Ransom walks to his cookies, grips them, and places them on the counter before he walks to you and lifts you up.
“Do you want us naked on the bed?”
“Mhm, I would prefer the couch,” you giggle.
He nods, turning a bit to walk to the couch with you, letting you down. Then he leans forward and presses his lips on yours while his hands find their way underneath your shirt, stroking over the soft skin. He groans and kisses your jawline.
Summary (Stucky, E, 10.4k): Bucky makes his Daddy Steve (the President) jealous. Steve is clueless as to why.
Contains: President Steve, journalist Bucky, secret relationship, D/s, Daddy Steve, brat Bucky, age difference, jealousy, Bucky is a little shit (more on AO3)
⭐️Part 1 of The President's Boy⭐️
Preview below:
The White House hallways parted for Steve as he walked down them, two of his security team following behind at a distance.
He moved with determination, radiating an easy confidence that unlike many of those surrounding him was entirely warranted. He was the most powerful man in the country and while those who’d been in his place previously had floundered or failed, Steve was thriving.
He was built for that kind of duty and responsibility. Steve was born to be President.
But what nobody knew was that there was someone who’d been by Steve’s side for a while now, supporting him and easing the weight on his shoulders. He’d helped him to be the best leader he could be.
Written for @buckybarnesevents Build-A-Bucky Bingo, fill: teasing / @badthingshappenbingo fill: grabbed by the hair / @anyfandomkinkbingo fill: orgasm control / @anyfandomfluffbingo fill: "I am who I am because of you." / @buckybarnesbingo fill: kink: spanking / @stuckybingo fill: kink: praise kink / @steverogersbingo fill: subspace/domspace / All Bingo, fill: biting/sucking / @hurtcomfort-bingo fill: stroking someone's hair
Ship: Lucifer/Dean, Michael/Adam, Adam Milligan & Dean Winchester
Word count: 3601
Written for: This is a gift for @schizonephilim for the @spnfanficpond Secret Santa.
Also written for @anyfandomfluffbingo. Prompt: Found Family
Tags and Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Christmas Dinner, Chosen/Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Au: Human, AU: Mobsters (hinted at), Referenced Alcoholism and drugs
Summary: Dean didn't expect to spend Christmas with anyone, just like every other Christmas in the past. This year is different, though, and it brings many different things with it - family, hope, a new beginning.
Notes: I am sorry it's so late, but now, here it is!
Thanks to @quicksilver-castiel for reading it over, especially for Midam, because I've never written it before
I am currently experiencing dire pain but I wanted to post it LOL
Bingo Card, excerpt, and Link to AO3 under the cut
Excerpt:
Dean leaned against Lucifer's chest and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend's middle, snuggling closer as he took in the subtle scent of his flowery perfume.
Lucifer answered by kissing the top of Dean's head on instinct, but he was focused on what his brother Michael was saying, not Dean.
The two brothers were talking about new guns they needed to buy to fight a rival gang, or something similar; Dean wanted to focus on the conversation too, because it would probably involve him at one point, but his eyes were heavy, and his brain felt as if it had been immersed in molasses. Dean’s little brother, Adam, chimed in from time to time with his usual sarcastic remarks. Their voices were low and calm, lulling Dean’s tired brain into the sleepy state Dean himself was trying to fight.
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