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My theory for Steve’s time travel in Endgame

So I’m pretty sure almost everyone that watched Avengers Endgame had a problem with Steve’s time travel back to his life with Peggy and then his appearance as an old man sitting on the bench. 

Here is my theory on how it worked: 

For anyone who has watched the movie Sliding Doors, this will make sense. For anyone who has not, let me try and explain. 

So in the movie Sliding Doors, this woman misses a train and then an alternate timeline gets created where she didn’t miss the train. You then proceed to watch these two timelines play out together and at the end, one timeline “ends” (in a way I won’t explain for spoiler reasons) and the two timelines merge into one. (Hopefully this will all make more sense as I continue)

So when Steve travels back in time (Ignoring the issue that Steve wouldn’t leave Bucky) he created a different timeline where he didn’t get frozen and he stayed and grew old with Peggy. And there were essentially two Steve’s at the same time, just in different timelines. So while one Steve was getting frozen, then found again and then becoming a part of the Avengers in the films we know and love, the other Steve was growing old with Peggy. 

Then when Steve went back in time in Endgame the two realities would merge so Steve would turn up on the bench old. And because of time travel shit in the movies even before Endgame, there would’ve been an alternate timeline where Steve was growing old with Peggy. And because of the super serum Steve would’ve been able to live to the age of over one hundred. 

And similarly, when everyone went back in time to get the Infinity Stones, when they did go back in time they created alternate time lines, BUT when they went forward in time to get back to their present, the alternate timelines got “destroyed” or just ‘sped up’ to merge with their current timeline. 

So Steve still would’ve gone through the movies just the same and Steve wouldn’t have been related to Sharon in the ‘original’ time line, aka the time line we were shown by Marvel (which was a big problem of mine). 

I hope this makes sense and if you’re still confused about the alternate timelines go watch Sliding Doors and hopefully it will make more sense. 

If you have any questions feel free to comment down below or if you find any holes in my theory (but keep in mind it took me 45 minutes with my mums help to come up with this and give me peace, so maybe don’t overthink it)

Mate

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Here you go with another one, super fluffy + little angsty! 

• I don’t own any of Sarah J. Mass’ characters or any of her plots, I’m just a fan having fun. Also I do not own the images. This is story is mine though, so please do not copy •

WARNING! Nightmares, blood mentions.

Y/N P.O.V.

The sun warmed our backs. I glance to my side, to see my Azriel’s profile. The slightly crooked nose, the high cheekbones, the shadow of a stubble on his jaw. Turning fully, I move to sit in his lap and stare into his chocolate eyes.

“My mate.” — I say as I trace his beautiful features — “I love you, Az”.

 Happiness fills my heart as he smiles at me, but a black winged figure heads straight at us. I glance at it, and terror dampens my senses. Attor. A single one, in our direction baring two swords at his side and a murderous smile on his pale lips.

“There’s an Attor coming, we have to go.”

I stand up grabbing Azriel’s hand, but he stays motionless and gives me dazed grin. 

“Az? We have to go!” 

Nothing. The evil creature flies faster and faster.

“Az, let’s go! Please, get up we have to move!”

I grab his face, tugging on his arm, begging pleading praying for him to run. I grab his chin yelling at his face. My throat is raw and dry, and my voice breaks. I kneel before him, touching his forehead on mine.

“Please, my love. I can’t leave you. We must go —”

A spear pierced his stomach. The Attor, now behind him, raises his other sword, and abruptly, an invisible force holds me down. I can’t move. I trash inside my head, forcing my limbs to move but nothing happens. 

I find myself forced to watch the blade cut Azriel’s throat, his blood shining and dripping down. I scream again. Over and over and over. His limp body falls back, the Attor nowhere be seen. I try to stop the bleeding and my lips pray to the Mother for help, for a way out of this hell, for anything.

Grabbing his face, I beg even more.

“Az, Az Azriel don’t leave me. Stay awake, please. Don’t die on me, you won’t, you can’t.”

Tears stream down my eyes and it becomes hard to breathe. Air doesn’t come inside my lungs, and I scramble away from his still body. Panic drowns me, as I turn around running away from this hell… only to stumble into the Attors blade.

I look down to blade impaling me and —

Azriel’s P.O.V. 

I walk into the cozy apartment, dark from the night outside. Hearing Y/N’s  calm breathing from the room, I assume she’s asleep. Dropping Truth-Teller on the table and my jacket on the couch, I roll my shoulders, the muscles tense and stiff.  A few minutes later, I drink a cup of tea leaning against the kitchen’s counter, when a crie pierces the quiet night. I bolt towards her room, sword in hands, bursting through the door. I find her writhing in bed, tangled in the blankets. A nightmare. Leaving the blade on the floor, I slowly approach her figure. The cries worsen, turning to an almost screaming, and my heart breaks. 

“Please, my love. I can’t leave you. We must go —”

Touching her gently, she flinches away, scared and still asleep.

“ Y/N, you have to wake up.” I speak softly, but to no difference. 

Grabbing her shoulders, she trashes against my hold, and cries more. 

“ Az, Az Azriel don’t leave me. Stay awake, please. Don’t die on me, you won’t, you can’t.”

My eyes burn, and I speak louder.

“Y/N, you have to wake up. This is a nightmare, open your eyes. I’m here, my love.”

Suddenly, she stops moving and her pleading cries turn into broken sobs. Tears stream down her face, and I roar her name. 

Her eyes open, startled and scared, and meet mine. Her breathing falters, and a dam bursts in her. Flinging herself at me, holding me with desperate hands she cries loudly. I don’t ask what happened and we stay there with a strong hold around each other. 

“I’m your mate. I’m here.” 

I repeat it over and over, and after some time, her tears stop. Pulling back to meet my face, she lays her hands on my cheeks.

“You’re here.” 

“ I am.” 

She lets out a relived breath.

“ I had a nightmare. An attor was there, and he k-killed you and then h-he —

“Y/N. I’m here. I’m fine” 

Her hands slide to my throat, touching so lightly, and head towards my stomach. She stays quiet.

“Are you alright, mate?” 

A small smile tugs at lips.

“Do you want a hug, mate? Or perhaps some tea?”

She huffs a laugh.

“Aha! I know what you would like very much. Do you want a kiss, mate? I could give one, you know, but only with a price.”

“Oh really? You don’t say… making me pay for your kisses, that is just evil. I will go bankrupt because of that.”

“I do not have the intention of asking for money, mate. I want two very simple things. The first one is an answer. Are you alright?”

“A little better. Not much.”

“Okay… we can fix that, can’t we mate?”

I say with a reassuring smile.

“Now for the second. This is the hardest thing in the world. It will be a very big challenge, but you must try in order to get a kiss. Give me… a smile.”

Her eyes glint, and she assumes a serious face. 

“Well, mate, this is indeed a challenge unlike any other. But, for you, I must give a try.”

And then, she just smiles. And the world shines. 

Laying her down softly, our breaths mingling. I kiss her lips lightly. Lifting her head more, eyes closed, she seeks another one but I back away slightly.

She opens her eyes, and a playful gleam shines in her eyes.

“I am outraged, I bought a kiss! I only got a peck, you little liar.”

“You want a kiss, mate?”

“Of course, mate. I was promised one, after all”

“Well, I could give you one, you know, but only with a price.” 

“Oh my! — she says with a giggle — What would that price be?” 

- From A.

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set my soul alight

summary: loki finally has you right where he wants you.

warnings: slight dubcon, very very nsfw. knife play, enemies to lovers because if you’ve ever spoken to me you know i’m about that shit. as always, don’t read if you’re under 18. 

A/N: okay this is like… almost pure filth i don’t even know what to say. but in honor of no nut november being over imma share what i finished writing the second i had an orgasm for the first time in a month. title from supermassive black hole (yes the one from twilight!!)

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You’ve done plenty of stupid things in your life. Chasing whiskey with wine coolers, texting back people you probably should have blocked – deciding that yes, working alongside the Avengers seemed like a perfectly reasonable career path for the rest of your life.

You could deal with the spies, the weapons dealers, the abandoned Hydra bases you’d raided for intel from time to time. You’d made peace with the fact that at any moment, you could be summoned for a mission you wouldn’t return from. And, well, it’s hard to regret your decision when it’s more than just walking the line between life and death. It’s the bonds you make with your teammates, the lifelong friendships you know will last with people that leap into the abyss right alongside you.

Oslo, Norway. It was supposed to be simple. You weren’t supposed to get caught. Taken. The question of how you got here is unnecessary, simply chalking it up to just another ill-advised decision you’d make in your life. If it lasts.

The God of Mischief stands before you, clear blue eyes raking over your bound form as he observes you. Your wrists are tied up above your head by what feels like silk, your ankles tied with the same material, bound to what feels like a post attached to a wooden beam. You’re upright, head lolling around on your shoulders as you rouse into consciousness. You become extremely aware of the fact that you’re still in the jeans and top you were wearing while you were supposed to be undercover earlier. Undetectable. So much for that.

“You’re awake.” Loki remarks, taking a calculated step towards you. No shit, you think. You drink him in, clad in an all black suit with his hair brushing the tops of his shoulders. He’s still disarmingly attractive, which is an in-fucking-convenient thought for you to be having considering he’d kidnapped you about – from what you can assume by the absent sun outside the window to your left – one or two hours ago. “Good. I’ve missed you, darling.”

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Imagine #313

Imagine Jack is destroying the pirates ship, who tried to kill you

I, yet again, need help finding a fic.

It’s a marauders fic and I read it a while ago.

It’s poly!marauders x reader where r gets so overstimulated she uses her safe word and vomits because of the overstimulation.

When you have a nightmare

Request: Headcanon for peter and Felix: when you have a bad nightmare

Dark.

It was so dark.

Apart from those familiar eyes, glowing like a beacon of hope.

“Peter!” You yelled, desperately trying to grab his attention, but he only faced you with a blank expression.

The feeling of dread settled into the pit if you stomach as the boy you loved looked right through you.

“Leave.” His stern voice rung in the air.

“W-what?” You stuttered, the feeling of sharp nails wrapping around your arms, scratching at your flesh.

“I don’t want you here anymore.” His voice was oddly calm but you could hear the hatred which lay behind it.

“No, Peter, please-”

You woke up in a cold sweat.

Lungs heaving up and down, desperately trying to grasp oxygen.

Everything around you still wasn’t in focus, just a blur of dim colours swirling around.

Beads of sweat stuck to your forehead, neck and back as you sat, bolted up right in bed.

Quietly, you heard your boyfriend begin to stir from his blissful slumber.

“Are you ok, love?” He asked.

No words fell from your lips as you aimlessly stared at the wall of your bedroom.

“Y/n” Pan whispered, placing a caring hand on your shoulder as tears silently rolled down your rosy cheeks.

His arms instinctively wrapped around you tighter, pulling you towards him.

“Its ok, love.” The leader spoke, slowly stroking your damp hair.

“D-Do… Do you h-ate me?” You sobbed into his bare chest.

“Hate you, where did you get that from?” Although his words were sweet, he still didn’t answer your question, not properly.

“D-Do you?” You inquired once more, your trembling voice grew sterner.

“No of course I don’t,” Peter spoke, placing a light kiss on forehead, “You’re everything to me.”

You visibly relaxed in his arms at his words.

“I love you.” He whispered, his fingertips lightly dancing over your skin.

“I love you too.” You spoke, smiling up at him, peering deeply into his evergreen eyes.

With you still wrapped in his arms, the king of Neverland slowly leaned back, cradling you.

“Its ok, darling.” He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you once again fell asleep.

Even though you had long since slipped into blissful slumber, he still kept a watchful eye on you in fear that you would bolt upright in fear once more.

“I’ll always protect you, Y/n.”

You didn’t know much, only that you were lost.

Miles and miles of dark, twisted forest surrounded you.

Out in a distance a figure started to merge out of the trees.

His heavy, dark cloak clung to his body as he gripped onto his large wooden club.

“Felix!” You called out to the second in command, but this time you weren’t met with his usual happy face.

His features were like stone, so cold and heartless.

“Don’t” was the one and only word that tumbled our of his mouth.

“Felix.” You called out once again, hooking your fingers around his wrist.

“I said don’t.” He yelled, harshly flicking you off of him.

“Please, just tell me what I’ve done.” You tried to plead with the stone faced boy.

“You’re not entitled to answers” he spat.

“Felix, please I-”

You awoke with tears in your eyes at the thought of hurting the boy you loved so dearly.

Once reality had settled in, the feeling which lingered in the pit of your stomach instantly vanished.

Turning to the side you saw him laying peacefully beside you, looking as cute as a fallen angel.

You couldn’t stop your hand from reaching out to touch him.

Your fingers lightly traced over the red scar which marked his skin, causing him to stir.

“Mmm…” he groggily moaned, strong arms which wrapped around your small frame clung to you tighter.

Pulling you into his bare chest.

“Don’t cry, princess.” He softly spoke, his eyes slowly fluttering open.

The pad of his thumb wiping away your stray tears.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered.

“I…..” the words seemed to get stuck at the back of your throat.

“Its ok,” he gently patted your hair, “take your time.”

More tears seemed to stream down your face like a never ending supply.

“Have I upset you?” You sadly inquired.

“No, why would you think that?” The second in command grew more and more curious which each word that came past your lips.

“I just had a bad dream.” You sniffled.

“Come here.” He said, his eyes tiredly falling closer as you snuggled up even closer to him.

“I love you, Y/n.” He whispered into your ear, “Never forget that.”

His words still seemed to make you blush. Just before you let blissful sleep take over your body.

Felix’s strong arms held you close to him, protecting you from all the bad things.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this!! ❤

I know I’ve missed two days of the Christmas countdown (I’m sorry!)I will post them, long with the other stories, at the weekend Xxx🎄🌟

@nevereverlandboys @lady-of-lies @lonesome-loser @celestial-neverland

Could you possibly write about y/n calling Sebastian 'Daddy' for the first time and his reaction.

*clears throat*

OKAY

I'm thinking it'll be after a heated argument, which you took too far. And now you're trying to win back your grumpy boyfriend.

You follow him around the house, apologizing incessantly.

"Sebbyyyy, I'm so sorry. I know I overreacted, I trust you completely and I know you'd never cheat on me, just-"

He'd give you a glare which spoke volumes. And it'd shut you up.

But not for long

When he'd walk out of a room, you'd follow his footsteps like a lost puppy.

You knew he usually wouldn't be able to resist you for long. But today was a bit much.

He had managed to completely ignore you for almost 3 whole hours now.

And you were upset, and very, very ashamed of your behavior. And the silent treatment was killing you.

You walked lazily over to where Sebastian was; in his study, sat on a couch and going through a script.

You plopped down on the couch next to him.

You were wearing one of his hoodies, and he usually would not stop telling you how much they suited you better than they did him but today, he wouldn't even spare you a glance.

"Seb?"

Nothing.

"Sebby" you whined like a spoilt child.

Still nothing.

"Daddy come on! I said I was sorry" you whined again tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.

And the words which left your mouth shocked both him and you.

But especially him

He raised an eyebrow at you, finally looking up from the script in his hands.

"What did you call me?" there was an unfamiliar tone lacing his words. Almost playful but stern at the same time.

He sounded like he was mocking you, and seemed to like every second of it.

"I- uh... Nothing. Are you done being mad at me now?" you asked, worried that he might think you were being too childish.

The stern look didn't leave his face as he pulled you onto his lap quite harshly.

"No. Not quite. Now answer me, what did you call me just now?" you had never heard him use this voice before.

He stared deep into your eyes as though daring you to defy him again.

You didn't answer him. You were too shy to repeat it again.

"Alright then, have it your way" he spoke and manhandled your body in such a way that he had you lay over his lap, with your ass in the air.

He moved the hoodie, exposing your butt and he very briefly caressed your skin before you felt him smack your ass cheek.

Hard.

You cried out. Not out of pain, but surprise.

A twisted part of you liked it, but you would never tell him that.

"I'm gonna ask you again, baby. What did you call me?" he sounded so dangerous but so hot...

Smack!

You simply whined again instead of replying.

Smack!

This time it hurt. And you finally spoke up.

"Daddy! I called you daddy. I'm sorry, Seb. I just-"

He cut you off by pulling you up and settling you on his lap; making you straddle his thighs.

He didn't seem to mind it one bit, in fact, he seemed rather intrigued.

"You've been bad today, baby. Daddy's upset that you'd even dare to think that he'll ever cheat on you" he spoke, while his hand caressed your red butt.

Something about how Seb referred to himself as "daddy" turned you on immensely.

You looked at him with curiosity; eager to find out where he'd take this.

He was much more dominant in bed that night. He had you begging, pleading him just to let you come

He liked how you surrendered completely.

He bloody loved it.

Many things changed after that day.

He wasn't weirded out by it or anything, in fact, he quite liked it.

He liked being your big, strong man who could care for you like no one else ever could.

Seb was quite a gentle lover, yet the moment you'd call him 'daddy', he'd switch immediately.

It could be anywhere; at home while you would be lounging around.

Or during sex

Or while on the phone when he was away.

He'd go into "daddy mode" whenever you'd like him to.

Or, whenever you were acting up and being a brat.

He'd use his hand to pin you down on the bed or against the wall.

"Why do I even put up with you, huh? Why are you being so fucking difficult today, baby?" he'd ask on days when you were being too bratty.

Then you'd smirk and tell him that all you wanted was his attention.

"Yeah? Well then, work for it"

He'd point to the ground, in between his legs where he'd want you to kneel and take his cock into your mouth and show him that you even deserved his full attention.

Seb would be the best daddy to you.

He'd know when to push your limits and when not to.

He'd know when he could edge you for hours.

And when he could fuck you to sleep.

On days when you were particularly good, he'd even let you sleep with his cock buried deep in you

"You've been a good girl today, baby. You get to keep daddy's cock warm all night. You'd like that?"

And you'd nod a bit too quickly.

Then the following morning you'd wake up feeling tingly because daddy would be slow fucking you until you woke up.

Daddy Seb had a way of making you feel filthy and special at the same time...

He'd look you dead in the eyes, with his hand wrapped around your throat, while he made you come over and over around his cock

He took immense pleasure in making you cum for him multiple times in one night.

He would flick his tongue over your clit until you were shaking under him.

He'd always have to touch you when he was in the mood.

Dirty talk with daddy Seb? YES

"You like being on your knees and showing daddy how much you deserve to be fucked all night long, don't you baby?"

"Here, suck on daddy's fingers while he eats you out, yeah? That'll keep you quiet"

"Look at you, always so fucking ready for my cock"

"Your body is fucking shaking, baby. Is it because of me?"

"Did you ask for permission before you cum?"

"Swallow it all, baby. Show me you're daddy's good girl"

Sure, you didn't need him to be in "Daddy mode" all the time.

But on some days, he needed it more than you did

You could tell when he needed to let off some steam. And you were more than happy to be his little girl whenever he needed you to.

OMG could you imagine him switching from Sebby to Daddy in the middle of a heated discussion?? Because i CAN?

You'd be telling him off for being too jealous or possessive for whatever reason

And he'd suddenly give you this very stern look

"...you need to get your shit under-"

He'd cut you off by gripping your jaw in his strong hand and forcing you to shut up and look up at him.

"I fucking dare you to complete that sentence, babygirl"

And you'd immediately forget what the fuck you were saying in the first place.

Spanks... When you were naughty. Or nice.

He didn't care, he simply liked seeing his handprint on your butt.

He'd grab your butt, and pinch it all while giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Ohh, aftercare with Daddy Seb?

He'd be the most gentle boyfriend after an intense play time

He'd run you a bath and would carry you to the tub and back to bed if you were too tired to walk

He'd kiss every inch of your body

And rub lotion on your sore skin

He'd tell you how good you had been and just how much he loves you

"I'm sorry baby, was it too much? Was I-"

Then you'd cut him off

"Shh, no. Hey, you were perfect. Thank you, I love you."

A/N: I'm sorry Anon, you were saying...

Maze runner ~When the boys compete for you~

Minho: “ Hey feel free to touch my biceps, their really strong. ” *Minho flexes Biceps*

Headcanons

- Minho would act cool but still be very flirtatious.

- It doesn’t matter where you are or who you are with.

- Some Gladers say he’s all over you or he’s being a try hard.

- Don’t be surprised if Minho take his shirt off whilst in your presents.

- He wont force you into anything but he will defiantly try to tempt you too.

- Minho would also stand quite close to you. His chin would either rest on your head or your shoulder.

- At the Camp fire Minho might try to some how convince you to come sit on his lap cause its “warm”.

- Minho would do cute little things like pat your head, play with the ends of your hair or cut your check.

- Minho would also tease you a hell of a lot. He knows it get’s him the attention he wants.

- Minho might also try and bribe you into something with kisses, cuddles and his hotness.

He would cuddle up to you like this😍🥰

- You and Minho always have good fun together no matter what.

- He will always be there to pick you up if you fall, he just wants you to be happy and he hopes it’s with him.

- Minho would gradually gain the confidence to touch and play with you hands.

- When Minho holds your hands in his. He can feel how small and soft they are.

- He always thought of you as his baby flower.

Newt: “You just keep smiling beautiful cause thats all I need.”

- Newt would never force anything on you unless you sexually tempt him of course.

- You and newt would do this cute thing where you would blow kisses to each other.

- Its cute seeing Newts reaction he’s got cute pink rosy checks.

- Newt would also make an effort to make sure that your never uncomfortable.

- He will tell other gladers to back off. And ask you if your ok.

- Your safety is his number 1 priority.

- Newt would pick flowers for you.

- He would either stuck it behind your ear, make it into a flower crown or present them to you with a kiss to seal the deal.

These are the sunflowers in the glade that remind Newt of you ❤️

- Newt would always kiss your head/for head and sniff your hair.

- He hugs up to you nice and close on those cold nights.

- Newt would also brush and braid your hair, commenting whilst telling you all the things he loves about you.

- Newt lifts up his hoodie and lets you curl up underneath. On his bare chest. It makes he feel wanted and you feel safe.

- When it comes to other guys Newt usually gets flustered, he tries not to but he can’t help it.

- It just comes with the job of being in second command.

- Newt would support you regardless of who you choose.

- Newt wants you to be happy even if its not with him.

- He knows that there are some things in life you just can’t have.

Thomas: “You know I can give you the world”

- Thomas plays hard.

- Thomas as we all know is a very determined person and if wants something he will not give up easily.

- Thomas isn’t afraid of competition.

- Thomas would give you anything and everything you could ever want.

- Perks of being basically the chosen one.

- Thomas would tell you about all the beautiful place he remembers and offer to take you to all them.

- Thomas would tell you about the long horse rides on the beach, where the sand and the sky a line perfectly. And the vibrant sunset that would highlight all your eyes and give you a heavenly glow.

This is the beach you would ride along together 🥰😍

- The mountains where the snow shines like diamonds, the soft snowflakes and the snowmen you could make.

The snow you would visit in spring ☃️❄️

- He would tell you about the northern lights that would dance in the sky. Saying “That just like you and me..up there.”

The beauty of the moment you would share ❤️💚❤️

- He imagine’s sitting in a field looking up at the sky and asking you about your dreams.

- Thomas would give you piggy back rides or pick you up in his arms and carry you home.

- Thomas would risk it all for you, cause your worth it.

- He not afraid because he has faith in you, he believes in you.

- Thomas wants to create these memories with you, he never head the chance to do the same with Newt, Chuck or Teresa.

- Thomas can see his future in your eyes.

Gally: “I just want you to be safe and the only place thats safe is in my arms.”

- Gally wouldn’t trust anyone being alone with you for a second.

- Gally would always put a protective arm around your shoulder.

- He would also put you into his chest when ever you upset.

- Gally will stay for as long as it take till your tears dry and you smiling once more.

- You very thankful for Gally, the boys leave you alone and you’ve never had any problems.

- Gally would always have you sleep next to him. Wether you like it or not.

- He would never force anything on you but he’s got eyes on you 24/7. Day and night he’s watching.

- He would have a got at anyone and anything that threatens you.

- You would always wear his shirts, his hoodies and anything else you can get your hands on.

- Gally expect to have at least 1 cuddle a day, if not he becomes very feisty.

- Something you always loved about him.

- Gally would carry you on his shoulders.

- He loves when you give him jump hugs right into his arms.

The hugs you share ❤️

- He would always dance with you at the bomb fire, watching your hair fly as you spin around and around.

- Time always slowed down when he was with you.

- For the first time Gally could actually be himself.

-He love you because you gave him freedom he never knew he had.

Closer

Request: Avengers!! Specially Steve, Bucky and Tony, why Tony has always to be reader’s dad?? I’m 20 years less than RDJ and I’ll fuck him like crazy! 😂 😂 theme fluff and of course ‘it always end in a…’ smut. Thanks!! 💜💜 

Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 2932

Warnings: Fluff, Language, Smut, suggestion of a daddy kink, light spanking, (should I warn an age difference?), unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), A couple of gifs that could be considered NSFW

A/N: So, my first Reader Fic. Thank you so much, @fsp82, for the request. I hope you enjoy it. Also, I listened to Closer by the Chainsmokers a couple of times while writing this so that’s where the title came from along with a few little things within the story.

Tony has always had a thing for pushing people’s buttons, and your buttons were no exception. A little touch here, a sly comment there, and it all drove you nuts.

For how annoying as he was at home, that’s how protective he was in the field. He was always there, literally hovering overhead unless he had something he had to be doing.

The most frustrating part of all of this is that somehow, despite always being there, he had yet to realize your feelings for him.

Now safe in your hotel room, you kick off your combat boots and strip off the layers of your uniform as you head into the bathroom. You start the shower, letting the water heat up as you pull your hair loose from its braid. You go back out into the room, digging your hairbrush from your duffel bag. Just as you’re about to head back into the bathroom, there’s a knock at the door.

As you approach the door, you have every intention to send whoever it is away. Then you look through the peephole to see Tony standing there. You smile to yourself, allowing yourself to hope for something to come out of this.

You open the door without hesitation, not a care in the world even though you’re half naked.

“Can I help you?” you ask, a sly smile playing at your lips when you catch his eyes roaming your body.

He shakes his head, clearing his head, and looks you in the eye, “Y/N, hey, I was wondering… it’s not too late and you know since we’re in Italy… I thought maybe…”

You bite your lip watching him stumble over his words, surprised by how nervous he seems to be.

“Take a deep breath, Tony, and just spit out.”

He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck, “Do you want to get dinner? I know you’re probably tired, but this seemed like too good a chance to pass up.”

“Let me shower and get dressed. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

He smiles, “Right. See you in a bit.”

You watch him as he heads back down the hall to the elevator. You shake your head, closing the door and rushing to the shower you’d nearly forgotten was still running. The mirrors in the bathroom are foggy, but the water’s still hot.

You take what could be considered the fastest shower of your life, though you’re careful to clean every inch of your skin. You dry your hair as best you can before pulling the loose tresses into a somewhat fancy bun.

As you approach your duffel bag, you silently thank Natasha for convincing you to pack something nice. “It could come in handy,” she’d said, “since we’re staying overnight.”

Thinking back on it now, you’re certain she knew something you didn’t. So you pull on the tight, black pencil skirt and the dark red, crop top you’d so carefully packed.

You keep your make-up light, settling for a little bit of eyeshadow and your signature winged liner. A little mascara on your lashes and a pair of black sandals on your feet, and you were ready to go. You find the purse you’d stashed and check to make sure you have everything you’ll need before heading to the lobby.

You search the room for him, your eyes finally settling on his form where he stands at the hotel bar. As you get closer to him, you realize that he’s changed clothes. His t-shirt and jeans now replaced by a sleek, dark blue suit and a black dress shirt, a thin black tie around his neck. He hasn’t seen you yet. You wouldn’t mind skipping dinner… Who needs food when you could just pull him in by his tie and drag him back upstairs…

His eyes settle on you, a growing smile spreading across his face as he scans every inch of you.

Once your close enough, and much to your surprise, he wraps an arm around you waist and pulls you close.

He kisses your cheek, whispering, “you look beautiful,” in your ear before setting his glass on the counter behind him and leading you to the front door.

He keeps you at his side as you walk through the city in a comfortable silence, taking in the darkened sights. There’s not very many people out, but you see a few other couples walking the same way the two of you are. He guides you to a restaurant somewhere in the center of town, the atmosphere of the place much more relaxed than you had expected.

Watching him, you can’t help but feel that right now he is in his element surrounded by the fancy scenery, and something about it is beyond attractive. Honestly, you think it’s downright sexy.

He still hasn’t said a word to you since before you left the hotel. He orders some fancy red wine and a few dishes from the menu for you both to share. His expression as he looks across the table at you is soft; there’s admiration in his eyes, but his gaze is nerve-wracking because you still don’t know what to think of any of this.

The waiter returns with everything all at once. Once each plate is in place, he pours the wine and sets the bottle down before disappearing with little more than a nod of his head.

You reach for your glass, taking a generous sip. Tony smiles again at your reaction to the taste of it.

“That’s amazing.” You say, meeting his eyes.

“Wait until you try the food.”

“You’ve been here, haven’t you?”

“A few times over the years.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but he just laughs it off and starts eating. You join him, eating a little bit of everything, but settling on the tortellini you were lucky to have closest to you.

Three hours and two bottles of wine later, the two of you have completely knocked down any walls between you. The conversation flows easily, the small space between you filled with your voices and laughter. The plates had been cleared long ago so the table is empty aside from your glasses and your hands where they meet in the middle.

“We should probably head back.” Tony mutters, glancing at his watch.

“Right.” You pull your hand back, “We’re supposed to head out early tomorrow.”

He pulls out his wallet, dropping enough cash on the table to cover everything, and stands up. He comes around to you, holding his hand out and guiding you to your feet when you take it. You stifle the urge to gasp when he laces his fingers with yours. So now you’re heading back to the hotel, hand in hand, and over the moon.

Back at your room, you fumble with the keycard. Why are you nervous? It wasn’t anything new for him to be so close, but the sound of his breathing literally inches from you in such a small, quiet space is almost too much. Once the door unlocks, you turn the handle and push it open a bit. You stop in your tracks, turning to face him.

He’s still just inches away.

Centimeters…

Just close enough that if you leaned forward a little more…

His kiss is sweet, a hint of chocolate and wine still lingering in it. He puts a hand on your hip, the other cupping your cheek as he deepens the kiss. By the time you pull away, you’re barely standing and your chest is heaving.

“Y/N…”

You look up at him through your lashes, afraid to look him directly in the eye.

“I’m going to tell you something, and I don’t want you to make any decisions until I’m done. Okay?”

You nod slowly, afraid to speak.

“I’m in love you with you. I don’t when I realized it or why I waited so long to tell you. I just know it’s how I feel. If you’d rather be with someone else, I’ll understand. I know I’m a little unstable and that I can be annoying. Sometimes I spend too much time in my lab, and I don’t always take such good care of myself. Maybe I drink a little too much and have some pretty bad impulse control. Still, you’ve always been there. You make me want to be better. You make me better, and I don’t even think you realize it. So whether or not this goes anywhere, tonight was important to me. You’re important to me.”

You don’t know when it happened, but at some point, you’d tightened your grip on him, a hand wrapped securely around his tie. Slowly, you look up to meet his gaze, smiling when you see how much hope lingers in his brown eyes.

You start moving back, pushing the door open as you pull him into the room. The door slams shut right as his lips collide with yours again.

You pull his shirt from where it’s tucked away in his pants and get to work on the buttons as he loosens his tie. He kicks off his shoes while you unbuckle his belt. He pulls your shirt away while you undo the button and lower the zipper. You push his pants to the floor; he unzips your skirt and pushes it down as well.

The backs of your legs hit the bed. You pause for a moment before sitting at the edge of the mattress. He’s leaning down to you, his lips still against yours, his tongue still between your parted lips and moving against your own. You pull your feet up one by one to remove your shoes. He puts his knees on either side of you one by one to remove his socks.

You move back on the bed until you reach the top, laying back against the pillows. His hand moves down your side, over your hip and to the back of your knee where his grip tightens before he parts your thighs further. His hips settle over yours, grinding slowly against you. You moan into his kiss, your thighs tightening around his hips in response to his movements.

He breaks the kiss after what feels like a lifetime. Your lips feel numb, a slight burn left behind from the friction caused by his beard. His eyes only stay on yours for a moment before moving a little further down to your still covered breasts. His fingertips tease your skin at the top of the cup before down to the clasp that sits between them. He pops it open with ease, pushing both cups aside before taking a breast in each hand.

You sigh, arching your back and pushing into his touch. You free your arms from the straps and then pull the bra away from your body, tossing it to the floor. He glances up at your face before his eyes return to his own hands and he leans down to take the hardened peak of your nipple into his mouth. You gasp at the new sensation, combing your finger through his hair.

His hips roll down again before he begins moving further down your body. His fingertips hook around the waistband of your panties. He watches your face as he pulls them down and away, tossing them to the side. His kiss moves to your inner thigh.

“Is this okay?” he asks, for once seeming unsure in his actions.

Once you provide a breathless affirmation, his head is between your thighs, his tongue laving through your folds and circling your clit.

One of your hands fists in his hair while the other grabs tight to the pillow that rests beneath your head.

“Oh, god, Tony… Fuck…”

In response to the slight bucking of your hips, he grips your thighs and presses you tighter to the mattress. Just as you look down at him, his eyes open to meet yours. His eyes flutter closed again as he moans against you. Your grip on his hair tightens as that sweet tension builds in your lower abdomen. Then as his tongue moves further down and pushes into you, you can’t hold on anymore. He keeps going, swallowing down everything you have to give him.

You hum in pleasure as he pulls away. You hand falls free from his hair and down to the bed.

“You okay?” he chuckles.

“Uh-huh.” You beckon him closer with a wave of your hand, “Come here.”

Once he’s hovering over you again, he lowers his lips to yours. You can taste yourself in his kiss. His lips leaves yours a moment later, moving down to your neck.

“I need you, Tony.” You whisper, trailing your fingertips up his spine.

“I’m all yours, sweetheart.” He smiles, raising your hand to his lips and placing a kiss to your palm.

“Come on, baby, you know what I mean.”

“You’re sure?”

“I love you, Tony. I would have said it before, but…”

“We got a little caught up.”

You giggle as you nod in agreement.

“God, I love it when you laugh. I can’t wait to hear your scream.”

His words make you gasp. He chuckles and stands up to remove the tight fabric of his briefs. Then he over you again, his generous length just inches from your waiting core. A bit to your surprise, he lays on his back beside you and grabs your hips.

“Like I said,” he whispers, positioning you over him, “I’m all yours.”

His grasps the base of his shaft in his hand, positioning his cockhead at your entrance. Your body opens for him, taking him in inch by inch. Your head falls forward once he’s buried to the hilt.

“Damn, you’re so tight, baby.” He groans, “Feels so good.”

You breath is shaky as you begin to move against him, moaning each time he slides back home. You start slow, watching him come undone beneath you. His eyes are focused on where your bodies join. His bottom lip is held tight between his teeth. His focus shifts, though, when you moan his name. He grins as his hands move over the curve of your ass. You gasp, your movements faltering when his hand strikes the soft flesh.

You recover somewhat quickly, bracing yourself against his chest as you begin to move faster. The way you’re positioned against him delivers much needed friction against your clit. There’s nothing but the sounds of your moans, groans and grunts filling the room. He hits you again, spurring your movements on and making you move just a little faster.

Your hands move from his chest to the mattress on either side of his head. He stills your hips, taking over by thrusting his hips up.

“Shit!” you scream, clutching his shoulder and digging your nails in.

His arms wrap securely around your waist, and he flips you to your back, easily keeping up his unrelenting pace. Your moans become screams of pleasure as he drives you hard into the mattress.

He hooks his hand behind your leg and pushes your knee up to your shoulder. The new angle lets him go deeper, edging you closer to your release. He finally eases up, settling into a slow, hard pace. A few more thrusts right against your g-spot and you’re the one coming apart beneath him.

The clenching of your walls around him draws his own release from him, the heat of his come coating your inner walls. You heave several deep breaths as he collapses beside you after a couple of minutes.

“Be right back.” He whispers, kissing your forehead and getting up from the bed.

You hear the water turn on in the bathroom. After a moment, it shuts off again. He comes back out to you, his touch gentle between your thighs as he cleans you up. He goes back to the bathroom, tossing the towel into the sink from the doorway.

He climbs back into bed with you, pulling the blankets up and over you. You rest your head on his shoulder, your hand on his chest. You trail your fingertips over the scar on his chest left behind by his heart surgery.

He takes your hand once again, bringing your hand to his lips and placing kisses on the pads of your fingertips.

“You know,” he says, kissing your forehead, “we’re never going to live this down if the team finds out.”

“Let them find out. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

“So you’re prepared for the jokes about our age difference? I mean, I’m pretty much old enough to be your father.”

“Does that mean I should start calling you ‘daddy’?”

“Only if you don’t want to get any sleep tonight.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you sit up and lean close him, your lips barely an inch from his, “Daddy.”

He spanks you once abruptly, “You asked for it, baby girl.”

You giggle as he moves to hover over you, his kiss rougher than before.

The next morning, you’re both back on the jet but keeping your distance from one another. It’s not necessarily on purpose. He’s helping with setting the navigation. You’re sitting across from Natasha at the back of the jet, cleaning your weapons.

“Thanks, by the way, for the advice on the outfit.” You say, looking down the barrel of your gun.

“I told you it would be useful, and I was right.”

“Yeah,” you smile, looking in Tony’s direction and catching his eye; he winks at you, a smile on his face when he turns his attention back the screen projection in front of him, “you were.” 

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