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Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

Trying to make a point to my father.

Can you make a headcanon with pan and felix and how they would show that they have an interest in reader?

Of course :) I’ve never been asked anything or made headcannons before but here goes

Hope you like it! 

Peter:

Okay so we all know he likes to play games 

He would never simply say that he likes you, being straightforward has never been how he does things

So he starts flirting by playfully teasing you 

Peter never ever gets deterred when you don’t flirt back (you don’t actually reject him after all)

He never calls you by your real name, only by a nickname that he’s made up 

If it seems that any of the Lost Boys are even slightly upsetting you Peter puts an end to it by pulling their focus to something else

He doesn’t want them to upset you, but at the same time he doesn’t want anyone to know that he cares for you

He always finds an excuse to touch you

Whether that be putting his hand on your shoulder if he has to move around you or bushing his fingers against yours if you hand him something

He almost always sits next to you, close enough that your bodies are touching, even if it’s just your knees

Sometimes, when you’re talking alone, he’ll reach out and twirl loose strands of your hair between his fingers

You don’t think much of it though, because Peter Pan is constantly playing games 

Not to mention its impossible for you to understand his motivations for anything

Felix tells him he needs to be more direct 

So Peter starts actively trying to spend time with you

He’s constantly seeking you out to talk to you, following you around while you go about your day 

Sometimes even when you’re alone, he’ll secretly check in on you to make sure you’re safe 

He starts to give you gifts, little things like wood carvings or flowers he’ll pick from the side of a path you’re both walking on

But he’ll do it at complete random 

You never expect it and are unsure of what exactly it means 

He also begins takes you on walks around the island, just the two of you 

Neverland is constantly changing so there’s always something new he wants to show you, whether it be a hidden waterfall or the night sky from one of the many peaks on the island 

You will both just sit together and admire what he brought you to see, sometimes in comfortable silence and other times you will talk

By talk I mean Peter mostly just flirts with you 

It’s in these moments when you think that he might have feelings for you because he never does this for anyone else

You can never be sure though, because he never says anything and you never ask

So you both just continue dancing around each other 

Felix 

He’s usually a typical, wild Lost Boy but turns into a soft boi™ when he’s  around you 

Always tries to be close to you

Does this by sitting next to you during meals or accompanying you whenever you go outside of camp 

He doesn’t really talk much though, he prefers to stay quiet and let you lead the conversation while he listens

Of course, he initially doesn’t realise that he’s caught feelings for you and does all of this without thinking anything of it

But when he starts to stare down any Lost Boy that torments you, even sometimes going as far as to get up and almost start a fight with them, the Lost Boys realise that he likes you

They start to hassle him about it, teasing him about his feelings

At first, he denies it but then slowly realises that the boys are right and he has feelings for you

He’s not good with emotions and doesn’t know how to deal with this realisation, so to your disappointment, he shuts himself off from you 

However, after a few days of not being around you, he realises he misses your company and starts spending time with you again 

He laughs more when he’s around you, and always has a small smile on his lips when he looks at you

Despite his rough exterior, he does tend to get shy with you, especially when you two are alone

He’ll often break eye contact and look at the ground nervously when it’s just the two of you talking 

He’ll go out of his way to help you with little domestic things

You need to cart more than one load of firewood? Something’s gotten caught high in a tree where you can’t reach? He’s immediately there to help

He’s afraid you wouldn’t feel the same way about him if he told you he liked you, so he tries to hide his feelings and be really aloof 

But he fails miserably because he can’t stop himself from staring at you when he thinks you’re not looking

Especially when he sits next to you around the fire 

He keeps glancing at you from under his hood (he can’t help it, he thinks you look beautiful in the firelight)

Sometimes you’ll look over at him before he has a chance to turn away

He gets nervous because he’s worried you’ll think he’s being strange 

But you just smile

(His heart may or may not stop when you smile at him like that)

One night while sitting around a bonfire he gets the courage to put his hand on yours

Felix doesn’t dare look at you when he does this, he just stares into the fire, waiting for your reaction 

(Is he blushing?)

He starts to breathe normally again when he feels you thread your fingers through his and move closer to lean on his shoulder 

Imagine having this....forever. 💛

...... take me in your arms pls

This is one of the best pictures of him that I have ever seen 🥰

(please add your favorite pictures of him. I want to see)

The Avengers and their reaction to Fanfiction

Avengers Headcanon

STEVE ROGERS

Is very, genuinely concerned about the future of this country

Refuses to even read a word of it

When Peter tells him it exists, he doesn’t believe it at first

“Surely you’re joking, right Parker?”

Peter is not

Steve is deeply disturbed that there are over a million fics about him

He scrolled through one by accident and was traumatized

It was most definitely smut

NATASHA ROMANOFF

Is deeply concerned too

Kinda just laughs it off though

Has only read one and will never do it again

She doesn’t really mind though

She likes the fact that people have different opinions on her other than being an assassin

BRUCE BANNER

Oh MAN

Poor lil bruce

Y’all stress him OUT

He sweats every time someone mentions the word

“PLS why are these kids so nasty?”

Takes off his glasses and runs his hands through his hair stressfully

“Jesus, this is awful,”

“IM OLD ENOUGH TO BE THEIR FATHER WHY DO THESE PEOPLE WANT ME TO RAIL THEM?!”

THOR ODINSON

Thor is amused

If anything, he’s deeply flattered really

“I am honored they’ve chosen me to fantasize about,”

He may not be strongest but he is the sexiest

“Aha, look at this. There’s over a million people that want the mighty Thor,”

Will definitely brag about it

TONY STARK

He’s actually read a few and let me tell you-

He can’t even believe that many people fantasize about him

“Jesus Christ, how many Jarvis?”

“There are over two million fanfictions involving Iron Man, sir,”

He actually gets on multiple platforms to leave feedback

“First of all, I would never do that and second of all, YOU ARE TOO YOUNG! I AM IN MY FOURTIES HAVE YOU EVEN GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL YET?!”

Tony is done with y’all

PETER PARKER

Absolutely wants to die on the spot every time someone mentions it

“You know Peter Parker x Reader is the most popular category, right?”

“And how do you know that Ned?”

He blushes bright red at some of the things y’all write about him

“Jesus Christ I’ve never even done that before!”

“oH MY GOD,”

Is probably traumatized

BUCKY BARNES

Don’t even get me started

The amount of shit he’s seen involving the words ‘choking’ and ‘metal arm’ have kept him up most nights

Is so disappointed in the new generations

“I went to war to fight for THIS SHIT?”

Bucky is so done with y’all

He read ONE smut, just ONE, and it was enough to make him log off the internet forever

“Nope. nope. I’m sticking to newspapers from now on. There’s something seriously wrong with Gen Z,”

Not What It Looks Like

jesper fahey x reader - not what it looks like

summary/request: “omg i just read your blog and had a read through your masterlist. you’re a fab writer! 👏🏼 if you like the trope could you do there’s only one bed with jesper. thanks!”

warnings: profanity, mentions of sexual activity

word count: 2.5k

A/N: i’m so close to writing a p2 for this omfg

READ PART TWO HERE

“What are you doing?” Jesper questioned, his voice consuming the silence that once occupied the main floor of the Slat.

Lost in her own thoughts, Y/N jumped like a startled deer, dropping the pillow in her hands. Everyone had long since headed upstairs to their bedrooms, hopeful for a good night’s rest. But not her - she was delegated to the main floor, destined to spend the night on a lumpy broken couch.

“Making a bed for myself,” she bluntly replied, picking up the pillow and laying it on top of the makeshift bed of partially moth eaten quilts. It wasn’t much, but it would do.

“Why?”

“Kaz won’t let me use my room. Something about needing to survey the street below.”

Jesper crossed his arms and closely watched her as she worked. “So you’re sleeping down here?”

“Don’t want to be a bother to anybody. This couch isn’t that horrible,” Y/N trailed off, her gaze flitting to the sunken couch, the wooden frame practically jutting out of the fabric.

“No, literally stop,” Jesper scolded, reaching forward and snatching the pillow from the couch. “You can stay in my room.”

Y/N gripped the other edge of the pillow again, giving a sharp yank. “Jes, we all know how you need your beauty sleep. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Shut up, seriously. You’re sleeping with me.”

“Jes-”

“Nope, nopity nope. C’mon,” Jesper chided, scooping up the blankets and pillow in one fell swoop.

Y/N crossed her arms, half-heartedly arguing her case. “I could always room with Inej or Nina.”

Jesper scoffed, laughing lightly. “Saints, no - trust me on this one, darling. Nina snores in her sleep, Matthias told me but don’t repeat it or she might stop our hearts. And Inej sleeps with a knife under her pillow so there’s always the risk of-” Jesper raised one hand into the air and quickly jabbed it downward,“during the night.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Y/N questioned, voice wavering slightly. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, mentally evaluating her options. It would be a lie to say the idea of sleeping in a bed wasn’t tempting. The frumpy couch wasn’t exactly… appealing.

“Not at all,” Jesper insisted, a dopey grin playing upon his lips.

Smiling herself, she gathered up her things and followed Jesper, who toted the quilts in his arms, up the rickety staircase. It felt odd, heading to the north side of the Slat that faced towards the harbor as her room lay on the South side. Soon they entered a dimly lit hallway, the only sound being faint snores.

Staring at Jesper’s back, Y/N wondered why he’d offered. They’d never completely seen eye to eye, constantly poking each other’s buttons - more like giving sharp jabs - on missions. They weren’t enemies, but rather disagreed as much as casual acquaintances possibly could without ruining a mission. She was sure this now was a friendly gesture - helping out a fellow Dreg in need. But quickly an alternate, more foreign, thought rose to the surface, begging to the Saints for hope that it wasn’t just friendly - but something more. The thought was desperately suppressed, buried into the back of her dark mind.

Jesper abruptly coming to a stop and rifling through his pocket for the key, snapped Y/N out of her thoughts. Unlocking the door, he softly pushed it open, careful to not make too loud of a sound.

“Home sweet home,” he announced, stepping inside and immediately walking over towards the small cot in the corner.

For a moment, Y/N allowed her eyes to survey the room, taking in all the little details that seemed to scream Jesper. The layout was nearly an exact copy of hers - a cot, a window, a dresser with a mirror. But Jesper’s room was hectic, clothes thrown everywhere, a stack of cups on a small stand next to several empty boxes that once housed bullets. A small smile crept onto her face as she noticed his prized pearl handled revolvers, sitting upon a red velvet cushion on top of his dresser.

She could still remember the night he’d snatched it in the middle of a job. Kaz had paired them up and they had unfortunately but expectedly run late. In the midst of running through a mansion, Jesper thought it was of the utmost importance to grab the cushion. And of course, she had cursed him for it.

“Good memories, huh?” Jesper questioned, glancing over his shoulder as he tugged blankets off his bed.

Y/N smirked slightly, running the tips of her fingers over the silver embroidered edge of the pillow. “Of course, if you consider me calling you names enjoyment.”

“I believe you called me spectacular.”

“A spectacularly stupid ass, to be precise.”

“You’ve always had a charming way with words,” Jesper replied with a wink, unceremoniously dropping a pillow and blankets on the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Sleeping on the floor so you can have the bed,” he responded rather blandly, as if it was to be expected.

“No, absolutely not,” Y/N replied, almost in a scolding manner. “In the morning you’ll only whine about it and I’ll be scolded. We can share.” She quickly crossed the room, eyes trained anywhere other than Jesper’s.

“Fine,” he groaned, as though this were a form of torture, but Y/N swore she saw a cocky grin, just for a second.

Together they descended into silence, placing their pillows and rolling out the blankets. Each moment was tense, Y/N being acutely aware of Jesper’s gaze that kept flickering up to examine her face. The intensity made her heart race, but she kept herself focused on the task at hand.

It was only when the bed was made, covers thrown back, that the anxiety lept to the surface, overtaking her mind. The little details, things she’d normally overlook, now felt tenfold; the way sharp cold gusts rushed in through the open window, the way the Slat was so quiet that she could hear each inhale Jesper took. For a second, she just drowned in how overwhelming it all was.

But that feeling was shattered when Jesper kicked off his shoes and with his back to her, pulled his shirt over his head. Desperately, she tried to look at anything other than Jesper and his bare back, lean muscles flexing. The floor was suddenly certainly interesting and she allowed her gaze to follow the lines of the wood grain, until Jesper slipped into bed, pulling the covers over himself with a flourish.

Kicking off her own shoes, she too slipped into bed, careful to avoid meeting Jesper’s gaze as she settled in. The cot was tiny to say the least. Meant for one person, the two of them were squished together. Y/N shuffled around slightly, trying to get comfortable, but it seemed as though every inch of her body was pressed against Jesper.

“Could you scoot over?” She furiously whispered as she tried to find a comfortable spot.

“I’m on the edge,” Jesper replied, rolling over to face her.

“Well I don’t have any room!”

In the process of wriggling around, trying to make room, the bed squeaked painfully loudly, making both of them wince.

“If you keep making so much noise, someone is going to think we’re sleeping together,” Jesper teasingly complained, a smug grin on his face as he rested one arm behind his head.

Y/N’s jaw dropped open and she scrambled for something to say. “Don’t make this into something it’s not!”

“I’m not!” Jesper exclaimed defensively, gazing at her sharply, a smirk still etched onto his face. “You were the one that started acting all weird about me taking my shirt off.”

“I… I was not!”

Jesper raised one eyebrow sarcastically as he silently questioned her. The smug smirk on his face transformed into a knowing grin as he allowed his gaze to shamelessly scan her face. Embarrassment rose up inside of her like a wave, sending a rush of warmth flushing onto her face. A thick silence ensued as the two simply stared at one another.

In the darkness of the room, she could faintly make out his handsome features, illuminated by the moonlight pouring in through the window. His curly hair softly blew in the frigidly cold breeze from the harbor. As her gaze slowly roamed his face, focusing on the silly grin on his face, she felt her heart do little flip-flops in her chest. It left her breathless, heart pounding insanely quickly.

Without a second thought, she rolled over so she faced the window instead of Jesper. However, she allowed her mind to swim in those feelings of butterflies. She’d felt them before; firstly when she was still a girl in school, fawning over a classmate that was especially kind and gifted her a pencil when she was in need of one. Now she was feeling those feelings tossing and turning in her gut again. Part of her was horrified, now knowing somewhere along the line she’d developed a crush on the sharpshooter. But was it really that odd? Another part of her expected it, unconsciously knowing those feelings were lurking, waiting to be found.

Y/N closed her eyes, wishing for sleep to fall upon her soon, but Jesper’s hands constantly jumping around like startled animals kept her wide awake.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N questioned with a groan, glancing over her shoulder.

“Can I?” Jesper motioned putting an arm over her, a soft smile on his face, “I’m used to sleeping with a pillow.”

Before she could even think, Y/N found herself nodding, giving in to the part of her brain that went haywire whenever Jesper spoke. Casually, he draped his arm around her middle, softly pulling her a bit closer to him. It took every bit of Y/N’s being to keep her heart from bursting as it hammered in her chest. In that quiet room, all she could focus on was every little movement from Jesper; the way his arm would tighten around her, how his warm breath fanned across the back of her neck. It was all so intense, but not the type that ensued panic. For lack of a better word, Y/N found it nice.

Jesper was like the warmth of a fireplace on a cold winter’s day, a steaming cup of tea during the flu season. Slowly she began to drift off to sleep, relishing in the peaceful feeling. Behind her, Jesper too was drifting off, his breathing growing deep and leveling out.

When he’d pull her closer in his sleep, a sense of anxiety rose up within Y/N, but it was quickly chased away by the knowledge that this was right. She couldn’t exactly explain it, but there was a pull deep within her soul proclaiming that this was exactly where she belonged.

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Y/N was awoken in the morning by the sounds of the other Dregs stirring awake, stomping down the hallway to head downstairs for breakfast. But she didn’t dare move from where she lay.

Jesper’s arm was still tucked around her, firmly holding her against his chest. His head was nuzzled into her neck, his warm breath making her skin tingle and hair softly flutter. It felt so immensely peaceful, as though everything in the world had stopped just for them. The steady rise and fall of Jesper’s chest tempted Y/N to close her eyes and drift off back to sleep.

It was foolish to even consider, but she wanted to stay there far into the late morning hours. Nothing sounded more splendid than staying in that warm bed, feeling the nipping Kerch breeze wash over her as birds chirped outside. Ketterdam was always quietest in the mornings - the pigeons were gone, back on their tourist boats, and everyone else seemed reluctant to wake.

Softly the door to Jesper’s tiny room creaked open and Nina’s voice came in through the crack, “Kaz wants you downstairs, Jes.” Without thinking, Y/N let out a squeak which Nina obviously heard. “Y/N?”

Nina flung open the door and strode into the room, hands on her hips and a wicked smirk on her face. “Well, well, well - when did this start happening?”

“It’s not what it looks like!” Y/N exclaimed, trying to wiggle out from Jesper’s grasp but he just firmly pulled her back into place. He groaned softly in his sleep, burying his face into her neck.

“All I know is you two certainly look… cozy.”

“I couldn’t sleep in my own room,” Y/N furiously whispered, eyes ablaze as she desperately tried to explain. “Jesper offered for me to sleep in here.”

Nina raised her eyebrows and continued her teasing, “And so that requires cuddling?”

Y/N felt as though she was dying from embarrassment. All she wanted to do was crawl under the covers and hide, but Jesper kept her firmly in place, pressed against his chest.

“Please don’t tell the others.”

“They’ll still find out,” Nina scolded, crossing her arms.

“No.”

“Yes!”

“How would they know?”

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They knew. It was painfully obvious that all of their friends knew the moment Jesper and Y/N trudged down the staircase. Jesper had that adorable yet annoying smug grin on his face, as though he’d won some sort of prize. Y/N kept her eyes trained on the floor, not daring to meet her friends’ inquisitive gazes.

Kaz wore a cocky smirk on his face as he picked through the scrambled eggs on the table before him. Raising one eyebrow, he said, “Sleep well?”

“Great,” Y/N bluntly replied, taking a seat next to Nina. Silently she prayed that he wouldn’t question further. The last thing she needed was being teased over her not so little crush.

“You weren’t on the couch,” Kaz prompted, digging for more information. His eyes twinkled with mischief as his gaze flickered between her and Jesper, who was rubbing at his eyes.

Nina leaned over dramatically towards Y/N, reaching across to steal an extra waffle. When she pulled away, she wrinkled her nose. “Saints, Y/N! Please tell me you didn’t use Jesper’s cologne - it’s certainly not your scent.”

Y/N casually let her chin drop, nose angling towards her shoulder. She did smell like Jesper - an intoxicating blend of cinnamon, spice, and Ketterdam smoke. It sent her heart jumping into her throat and she sent a quick glare to Nina who cheekily smiled.

Inej’s fork clattered to the plate as her gaze whipped between Y/N and Jesper, the latter of which had a faint red tint upon his cheeks. Her jaw slightly dropped as she exclaimed, “You didn’t!”

“They definitely did,” Kaz chuckled with a snort.

Jesper choked on his coffee, eyes growing wide as did Y/N’s. “I didn’t sleep with her- well I did, but not in that way.”

Kaz comically raised both eyebrows, letting out a little hum of disbelief.

Both protested, “It’s not what it looks like!”

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Jesper taglist (comment “tag me” to be added)

@ocean-calls-me @sagewrites111 @darlinggbrekker @subjecta13-thefangirl @thehighladyofday @crying-shame @dreamer-writer-fangirl @thegirlwiththeimpala @goldengoddess @vintagebitc @mylifeofcalculatedchaos @sixofshadowandbone @wanderlustingreader @cameronsails @itisroe

No bc you know something's wrong when EVEN this mf would be a better Captain America than John Walker

Y'ALL KNOW I'M RIGHT

    𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙨 ; 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀

summary┃when your a/c craps out on the hottest day of the year, your dad suggests you ask bucky to look at it.

pairing┃dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader

word count┃3,330 words

warnings┃significant + undefined age-gap [reader in her mid 20’s & bucky in late 30’s], metal arm kink, innuendos, pet-name [kid, gumdrop, pretty girl, sweetheart, sweetie], dumbification [big girl words], lots of teasing, authority kink, talk of masturbation, size kink, kitchen sex, bucky is too big [makes it fit], bulge kink [bucky is in readers tummy], squirting, unprotected sex, bucky finishes on his own chest, fingering, multiple orgasms, bucky makes reader ride his fingers, talk of subspace [+ aftercare], showering with bucky — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃inspired by me being hot & and a slut <<3

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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)

Everything and More

Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: ~1100

Summary: Tony’s POV; in honor of Tony’s birthday, you two have partied the night away. However, the night’s not over just yet.

Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), Unprotected Shower Sex, Tony Stark being adorable and sexy and stuff, Fluff

TONY STARK X READER MASTERLIST

“So,” her hands slide over shoulders and down my arms, “was it everything you wanted?”

I wrap my arms around her waist, “Everything and more, sweetheart. Thank you.”

She smiles, giggling softly as she raises her lips to mine. She pulls away after a moment, sighing in content. Then she steps away from me, kicking her heels off as she walks away. My eyes follow the gentle sway of her hips, that gentle back and forth that draws me to follow her as I unbutton my jacket.

I enter the bedroom a little after she does. She’s standing in front of her dresser, leaning into the mirror as she removes her jewelry, returning each piece to its rightful place. As she’s clasping the necklace in her hands, she calls to me.

“Tony, can you come unzip me?”

I toss my jacket to the bed as I cross the room to her. I move her hair to rest over her shoulder before taking the zipper of her dress between my fingers. She holds the dress up as the back of it opens. I lean in, kissing the side of her neck. She leans back against me, her eyes downcast as my hands slide down over her hips.

I wrap my arms around her waist, kissing her shoulder.

“How about a shower?”

She nods, an almost mischievous smile playing at her lips. She’s hardly a couple of inches from me as she lowers the dress, revealing the lacy black lingerie hidden beneath.

“You’ve been holding out on me.” I tease.

Her hair tosses slightly when she turns her head quickly to look at me over her shoulder.

“Actually, this is new.”

“Another birthday present?”

She turns to face me, still wearing that smile, “Something like that.”

I take her face between my hands. Her hands press against my chest. I lean down to her, pressing my lips to hers. When she pulls back, she giggles a bit as she scrunches up her nose.

I chuckle, caressing her cheeks with my thumbs, “What?”

She shakes her head, “Nothing.” Her fingers card through my hair, “Let’s go take that shower.”

Under the hot water, steam rising up around us, there is no space between us. My hands grip her hips. Her hands hold tight to my shoulders. We share long, lingering kisses. She tastes of the chocolate and red wine she had at the party. I wonder if she can taste the whiskey I had.

I take her chin in my hand when I pull away. I tilt her head to the side, moving quickly to assault her neck with my kiss. I trail my lips down her neck, her chest, her stomach, as I lower myself to my knees. I hold her hips to the wall. I place a kiss just below her belly button.

I look up at her. She smiles, biting her bottom lip as she runs her fingers through the length of my hair. Still with my eyes locked on hers, I raise her right leg to rest over my shoulder. Her jaw drops slightly as she watches me bury my tongue in the warmest part of her.

She moans softly, though louder than before. She pulls at my hair. She rolls her hips into every pass my tongue makes over her sensitive flesh. She grips my shoulder for support as she rises her to toes. I look up at her. Her head has fallen back, pressed against the tile wall. She’s resisting the urge to fall apart though she treads the line.

I lower her leg slowly before rising to stand before her.

“Look at me, (Y/N).”

The rise and fall of her chest is quick. The color of her eyes is almost completely lost to her pupils. Her gaze stays affixed to mine as I press two fingers to her entrance. I curl them in a bit; her bottom lip begins to tremble. She takes in a sharp breath as I push them in deeper. Her hips meet my palm thrust for thrust.

Her moans start as soft whispers, but with every passing second, they grow louder until her cries reach up to the heavens. A few more minutes, some whispered words of praise and love, and euphoria is hers for the taking, the heat of her release pouring over my hand.

She sighs, catching my face in her hands and my lips with hers in a heated kiss. I pull my hand away only to wrap both around the back of her thighs. Pinning her to the wall, I lift her up. Her ankles lock together behind my back as I get into position.

In one swift motion, I’m inside of her. Our groans of pleasure are simultaneous.

I will always love this feeling. The way she fits around me is absolute perfection.

She is absolute perfection.

The little sounds that slip from her as I move are sweet, like music to my ears.

Her hands are clasped together behind my neck. She moans my name.

Her kiss is heavy, demanding.

I don’t how much longer I can hold on.

A few more steady thrusts is all I can give, and it’s all she take before we’re both crashing. She holds tight to me. I rest my forehead against her shoulder. We’re both struggling to catch our breath. After a few minutes, I pull back and slowly lower her to her feet.

The water falls over us. Steam rises around us. There is no space between us.

I kiss the top of her head.

“I love you, Tony.”

I smile, leaning away from her and cradling her head in my hands. She holds my wrists as she looks into my eyes. I can tell she’s searching for an explanation for my silence so I break it.

“Marry me.”

Her expression changes from one of concern to one of shock.

“What?” she gasps.

“Marry me, (Y/N).”

“Are… are you sure?”

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life. I love you. I was lost before you.”

Her gaze falters; she bites her lip, “You had Pepper.”

“I did,” I hook my finger beneath her chin to raise her eyes back to mine, “and as much as I cared for her, I know now that there’s a reason we didn’t work. You’re the one I want to give my life to. So will you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), marry me?”

She smiles, giggling as she nods, “Yes, Tony, I will.”

She bounces on her heels and wraps her arms around my neck as she once again presses her lips to mine.

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