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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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Pinned Down [Soft Dom!Loki x Female Reader] 18+

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: For “training” purposes (and to prove a point) you ask that the insufferable Avenger!Loki pins you to the ground. Pure sexual tension and shameless Loki thirst smut. (w/c 2.3k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Soft!Dom Loki. Language. Light(ish) Smut. Dry humping. Extreme Loki thirst.

"Absolutely not."

Loki’s eyes didn’t move from the page of his book when he spoke. His focused gaze running between words fluidly as you remained with your arms folded in front of him, standing your ground.

"I did it with Steve earlier, I made him shake. And he wasn’t holding back, either..." you said confidently, looking down at the serene God of Mischief as he slowly uncrossed his legs. Finally, you had his attention.

He snapped the novel closed theatrically with one hand, the sound like a leather paddle meeting skin, looking down at the item with an amused smirk flirting at the corners of his mouth.

"I think it far more likely that our valiant Captain took pity on your efforts and conceded to let you think you had achieved even a minutia of ground in order to bolster your spirits, don’t you?"

He really was insufferable.

"besides," he continued, finally deigning to look up at you with those ridiculously hypnotising eyes which saw everything and revealed nothing, "I am much stronger than “Steve” – therefore again, in the interests of this realm’s beloved health and safety I repeat...absolutely not."

You saw a flash of something, a glint of daring in the kaleidoscope of blue and green reflecting back at you. A challenge.

"Thor would do it."

You smiled politely as he grimaced beneath your words, sucking in the hollow of his cheekbones as he restrained a rebuttal. You doubled down.

"I think you’re scared that I’ll overpower you. And then you wouldn’t be able to tell me how much stronger you are than everyone else all the time."

A forced grin spread across his unbearably handsome face, the contrived mirth of a chuckle which didn’t reach his eyes filling the air.

"Overpower me? My dear. I am a god."

"So you keep saying," you bent towards him, an eyebrow raising as you saw his gaze harden in anticipation, "so prove it."

He reclined back on the common room sofa, his eyebrows furrowed in interest as he re-considered your request. His forefinger curled to his lips. You could see his mind flickering through the nuances of your statement, trying to pinpoint the true nature of it as his brow softened, his eyes quizzical and fierce.

"So tell me again, what is it exactly you wish me to do?"

Before answering his question, you pushed one of the singular armchairs nearby across the floor to make space. Lying on your back on the carpet, you propped up on your elbows. You wouldn’t let him back out now.

"I want you to pin me down, Loki, and I have to move you. That’s it."

Anticipating a sarcastic comment, you raised a finger as he inhaled sharply – a precursor to one of his condescending quips.

"For obvious reasons," you continued "all which I am fully aware of...moving you counts as any wavering, shaking or general...well, movement...of your body from your initial position, however small."

You stared at him resolutely. You didn’t understand why he had to be such an arse about every little thing.

Loki leant forward in silence, his impossibly toned biceps straining against his Armani suit. He slid his forearms tantalisingly towards his knees while regarding you with increasing amusement.

You sighed. Time for the ace card.

"It’s important for my training. I’ve been getting so much stronger – I need to keep testing myself…" you pouted, hoping that even the alpha males of Asgard weren’t immune to a doe eyed damsel in distress, "...please?"

Wordlessly, he stood; striding over to tower above you as you lay on the floor – your feet flat against the carpet, thighs raised.

"Let it be known that I am doing this under duress", his deep tone flanked with caution as he ran his tentative eyes over your waiting body.

You watched as he removed his jacket, throwing it haphazardly over the discarded chair. Loki rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal those unacceptably delicious bare forearms as he loftily pondered how to arrange himself.

"Oh will you just get on me", you huffed.

Muttering irritated phrases in tones too low for you to decipher, he complied – stepping one foot over your stomach as you stared pointedly at the ceiling.

After raising your arms over your head, your gaze was unavoidably drawn to the sight of Loki gracefully bringing his body down to meet yours. The sound of those strong knees hitting the floor with a soft thump as his frame encased you. His large hands planting firmly on the carpet beside your shoulders, fingertips sinking soundlessly into the soft pile.

You realised that however close he was, he wasn��t actually touching you. His hips hovered above yours, supported by muscled calves that ghosted the sides of your ass; his thighs spread widely as he contemplated the next step.

"Are you ready?"

The same words that Steve had delivered this morning, in the same position, were loaded with something heavier from Loki’s tongue. Indecipherable weight hung to them like coal smoke in the air. A wave rose in your belly like going over the crest of a hill in the backseat of a car.

"I’m ready", you replied quietly, the words no more than a whisper.

Carefully his hips lowered to meet your pelvis, pressing into you flatly as his immense thighs tightened at your sides. They braced against your lower ribs. You exhaled with force; his weight increasing momentarily as he moved his dexterous hands to grip your wrists separately above your head. He centred himself so that you were absolutely and completely pinned to the ground, pinned underneath his unrelenting form.

"Y/N, I forgot to ask...what’s in this for me?" he waxed coyly as you resisted the urge to headbutt him.

"Pride, I suppose…" you muttered as you adjusted to the load above you, your body aching against the pressure of his palms forcing your forearms to sink into the carpet.

"I have too much of that already, darling. We’ll have to think of something else."

You closed your eyes, feeling the pure strength of the smooth hands binding your wrists in their grasp. The snug grip of his solid hips pressed flush to your core as you began to attempt to gain any purchase beneath him.

That godly ass you had admired many times in stolen moments between wishing he would remove his unendurable self from your vicinity rested immovable against the fronts of your thighs. You tried to push your hips upwards, your body keening for space as it was forced to the floor.

"Fuuuck" you grunted, the initial frustration of defeat burning despite its expectation.

Soft laughter floated from above you as your eyes snapped open, searing into the face hanging inches from yours.

"You’ll need to overpower me first, love" he taunted.

Loki’s black curls were tucked behind his ears, the forced smiles from earlier forgotten as he relished you pinned underneath him, under his superiority. From this angle, his facial features were completely aligned – his strong jaw outlined by ludicrous cheekbones. The bridge of his nose was parallel to the line of his gaze as he penetrated you with a delighted stare from bright eyes.

You rolled your eyes, straining your arms against his hold. You groaned against the pressure in your shoulders from the aching constraint, pushing upward with your hips. You fought for what felt like an age to gain any momentum, any reserve of strength which could compete against the god holding you still who was infuriatingly at ease in his motionless state, not even trying.

"Oh…" a disappointed glint flitted across Loki’s eyes as your stomach flipped...had he felt something?

"...I just realised I could have brought my book, it looks like I just needed one hand. What a shame…", he drawled as he grinned at you smugly.

You let out an exasperated sigh, going limp underneath him.

"OK, I give up, I’m not ready for you after all, it seems..." you mumbled through gritted teeth. Annoyance littered every syllable as another smirk twitched at the corner of Loki’s lips at your confession, his tongue darting across them as he considered your words.

"I don’t think so, love – you asked for this. So you’re going to make me move."

You suddenly became very aware of your breathing, slow, heavy exhales escaping your throat as your eyebrows knitted towards the god above you. His eyes were unreadable except for his obvious enjoyment of your defeat.

"I can’t, Loki…" you whined, turning your cheek to rest against the carpet, bored with the game now that your earlier confidence was tattered, a flutter of nerves rising in your stomach as you avoided his eyes.

"Oh come now darling...", his biceps strained underneath the snug fit of his shirt as he flexed his elbows to bend deeper towards you, his breath warm in your ear, "there’s more than one way to move a man."

You turned your head slowly, your nose brushing his before he pressed his arms upwards once more away from you. The expanse of his brow dipping towards you as a mess of curls tumbled into view. Now that you weren’t trying to free yourself, your body flooded with unbidden feelings as you assessed the situation.

The scent of him lingered in your nostrils from his brief descent, clinging to his hair as rogue strands brushed your cheeks. An intoxicating mix of amber and leather flushed through your bloodstream, inflaming the path to your groin. Your aching hips tried to rise involuntarily to thrust into him, his firm weight preventing it.

You ran your eyes down the impressive torso hanging over you. The thick muscular expanse of his chest mouthwateringly positioned in your eyeline. Flat lines of his form tucked neatly to that immaculately fitted shirt hiding the deliciously defined abdomen underneath. Those unyielding stomach muscles ran to the creases in his hips, a tight angle to his thighs, long thick femurs bulging with power, gripping you mercilessly.

Fuck.

You tried to squirm as an uncomfortable wetness grew between your restrained legs. your thighs still spread in a static missionary position underneath the unbearable man above you. He could now add unbearably hot to his ever-growing list of unbearable qualities.

"Use your words, darling."

His usual smarm was tinged with a lustful edge as those keen eyes glinted down at you – or was that your imagination?

You could feel a flush rising awkwardly in your cheeks as he moved his hips minutely against yours, his crotch grinding lightly against your pelvic mound. Pressing your lips together, you prayed a moan would not escape them as you tried once more to free your hands from his firm grip.

"Sometimes", he enunciated softly above your struggles, "the most effective way to gain control of a situation…"

His calves squeezed purposefully against the sides of your ass. His thighs slid forward as his hips dragged an inch up your stomach. It pulled against your mound, forcing the hood of your clit to shift with a pent up explosion from the bundle of swollen nerves. You couldn’t tear your gaze away from his, deep pools of darkened and suddenly insatiable desire,

"...is to give in to it."

You couldn’t help it. A pathetic moan rose from deep in your throat as he repeated his movement. Loki towed his hips firmly across your lower body with excruciating precision, exposing your clit mercilessly against the friction of your leggings. He controlled the source of your desire from inches away. He wasn’t even touching it, smug bastard.

Elevating your head slightly, you cast your dizzying gaze to his hips which were poised to flex again across your form. The outline of his huge, hardened cock clearly visible, straining against his suit trousers as he dominated you. You gasped.

You had heard stories about what the God of Mischief had in his pants, but nothing could have prepared you for its presence so temptingly and unexpectedly close to you. The firm outline was thickened against the fabric, begging to be wielded inside your desperately wet channel as you lay prostrate beneath him, hands above your head like a sacrifice.

He observed your eyes widening with a knowing smirk. Loki flexed his elbows to bend towards you once again, his grip never leaving your wrists. Lowering his solid abs to press against your chest, he rubbed his hardened length once, purposefully, across the point of your hipbone.

"Ohhh, Y/N…" he moaned gratefully as his cock dragged firmly across your skin. Your name shuddered wantonly into your ear from his lips like nectar, ‘it seems you have caused me to shake after all…’

You groaned beneath him as he buried his face into your neck. A growl of need thundering lowly in your ear as he towed his enormous manhood firmly against your hip once more. The change in his position allowed to you keen up into him, your grateful hips finding solace against his crotch as you desperately sought relief.

"Loki…" you moaned shamelessly, his angular face appearing in front of yours with curiosity flickering in his sharp, lustful gaze.

"I think we should stop" you panted. The realisation that you were dry humping a colleague in the common room suddenly at the forefront of your mind, however inconveniently.

A low chuckle escaped him as he shook his head, his deft fingers squeezing around your wrists.

"Dinner."

Your brow crinkled as you processed the unexpected statement, "I’m sorry?"

"Dinner." he repeated, his eyebrow raised as he enjoyed your confusion, "My prize. I wish to have dinner with you."

He released your wrists from their fleshy prison, another moan escaping you as blood rushed to your hands. Your fingers tingled as the ache subsided. You sat up, rubbing them intermittently as Loki rose to his feet, rolling his shoulders and flexing his neck as you eyed him suspiciously.

"I would dispute the fact that you won, actually. Technically I made your body move so…"

Your words were a deflection, a feeble attempt to diffuse the sexual charge in the air that threatened to overwhelm you. Loki was unconvinced. His hand reached around your waist, pulling you to him with that vice-like grip you were intimately familiar with. He drew you close as your face tilted upwards, your lips poised to press against his at his command.

"Dispute all you wish," he chucked, "I welcome the discussion. And perhaps after dinner, we can have a re-match…"

Loki's eyes smouldered with innuendo as you shuddered in his arms, the hot wetness between your thighs taunting you as you clenched involuntarily, "...in my chambers, this time."

Your hand ran down his chest, fluidly finding it’s way past his toned hips to the tops of his thighs as his breath hitched. Your fingers brushing lightly over the thick, hard length still snug against his in-seam. Loki’s eyes narrowed as he hissed with need under the pressure of your palm, flashing dangerously as you raised your gaze to his coyly.

"Be careful, darling", his seductive voice laced with warning, "I won’t go as easy on you next time."

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itsbiloupsimsmattahants2 · 2 months

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(Request)

Hello Anon! I made this world for the SIMS 2. It’s called “A piece of Manhattan” and it goes something like this :

INSTALLATION & REQUIREMENTS (What you need to download -click on the link to download).

Community lots / amusement and shopping places :

-5th Avenue fashion stores : Armani + Dolce & Gabbana

-Times Square : The red steps + stores + restaurant

-Bryant Park

-Washington Square Park

-Chinatown : Chang’s Spa + Lin’s restaurant

-Little Italy : Tony’s restaurant

-SoHo Art Gallery

Residential lots :

-Harlem Brownstone apartments

-Washington Square Park Townhouses

-SoHo Factory apartments

/!\ Please install the lots with SIMS2PACK CLEAN INSTALLER.

HOOD DECORATIONS

-Map : Smoky islands by xo-stina.

-Brooklyn Bridge

-NY building sets

-4t2 LIT and SHINY Hood

-Neighbourhood Towers

-Lowedus Emerald city

-ADInc Megalopolis 2

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-curiousB HelloCity

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-Limonaire bunch of random NH deco

-4t2Leoz94 Fences & cars

-Blurry sky #241 LotDay and Nbh (select only this number with its 2 files)

-Lowedus “Lush-Blue version” DEFAULT-ALpondSSN

-3t2 “misc” more,more,cars

-3t2 hood deco cars 3t2

-criquette Simple walkways set

-criquette Neighbourhood Horizon by witheredlilies

-criquette Zagoskin Town Hall & School

-criquette road bridges set

-criquette Better Nightlife

-criquette Neighborhood Lighting Remedy

-criquette Linden Trees Redux

-criquette Hood deco Streetlights Set

-criquette rural charm (you need to download the complete version of this mod)

Credits : cc creators.

To install “A piece of Manhattan”, open the .7z file and move the folder named N010 to your EA Games\The Sims 2\Neighborhoods folder.

DOWNLOAD Neighborhood NO10

#sims 2 #new york #neighborhood #world #download

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novabytesims · 1 year

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♡ Blushed Pink Apartment ♡

Small studio apartment for a single sim or a couple. 910 Medina Studios. I used Charly Pancakes Maple & Construction Window Part 2 for the build. You will need the T.O.O.L Mod to add windows of your choice!

CC Used:

» Piersim

Domaine Du Clos (All Parts) [x] Auntie Vera's [x] Calderone [x]

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Hampton's Retreat [x] Hampton's Hideaway [x] Hampton's Getaway [x] Caine Living [x] Alesund Sectional [x] Bowed Living [x]

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Remember to check the CC button on the gallery!

Thanks to all the wonderful CC Creators ♡

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songmingisthighs · 1 year

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ch. lviii - association gathering

wooyoung × reader, ??? × reader

in a school filled with the affluent, it would only make sense for birds of a feather to flock. but what if your new status doesn't immediately buy you a way into said flock? what if instead, it bought you sure rejection? to the rich and powerful, having different masks is a must. despite some people knowing your true self and your secrets

The hotel was very luxurious. You stared at the hotel ballroom entrance where the Business Association Gathering was being held and you could feel your palms getting sweaty. Though the door was merely ten feet away, it felt as if you needed to journey out there to enter the room.

"(y/n),"

You turned your head to the side to see Kai popping on your side, a worried look on his face. He was wearing a very fancy maroon Valentino jacket and slacks combo with a black mesh top inside, hair slicked back completed with what you can only assume is genuine crocodile leather Armani shoes. Poor croc.

Trying to shake your nerves, you shook your head and offered him a tight-lipped smile, "I'm okay Kai, don't worry," you assured. Beomgyu popped up from behind him with an arm around the younger's shoulder, "This is a foolproof plan, alright? Worst thing that could happen is us getting kicked out quietly," he grinned. Despite wearing a Brunello Cucinelli suit with an unbuttoned shirt inside, he still looked very boyish. One can only assume it's the grin he sported.

Soobin, Yeonjun, and Taehyun soon emerged, having just dropped their cars with the valet. Just from the way they were standing idly, they stood out amongst the already rich crowd. Donning Yves Saint Laurent, Tom Ford, and Stefano Ricci, their looks are comparable to runway models. Not to mention their towering heights which made you feel even smaller than you already were next to them. Both physically and mentally. It didn't help that the whole time Yeonjun dressed you, he kept spewing old money brand. In all honesty, you can only remember a few and that's one of the reasons Yeonjun put you in Chanel instead.

"We should just get this over with," you grumbled. To the unassuming, you might seem like you're just tired of attending fancy business gatherings but you knew damn well that the nerves were getting to you. You let your pettiness get over your head, feeling like you need to prove something to the people around you (namely your brother Mingyu and maybe Wooyoung) or something.

Yeonjun stepped in front of you, blocking you from entering. "Look, we can call this off if you really don't wanna go, it's completely fine. We could just go to an arcade or something," he stated. You raised an eyebrow at him and motioned to all of you, "Dressed like this?" you scoffed, thinking that he was kidding. But he shrugged at you, "Wouldn't be the first time and definitely not the last," he smirked.

Soobin walked to your side to gently rest an arm on your shoulder, catching your attention, "Point is, whatever you decide to do, we're gonna be here with you, okay? We got your back always," he smiled reassuringly. "Unless when we're peeing," Beomgyu blurted out, causing the others to groan at the broken sincerity of the moment. Though it made you laugh as he kept it lighthearted, so you were glad he said it.

Feeling determined, you nodded firmly, "Okay, yeah you guys are right, I just- I need to do this and I'm gonna fucking do it."

You tucked your hands on the arms of Soobin and Kai who offered them to you before walking with your gaze zeroing in on the door.

The pressure of wanting this plan to succeed was there. But oddly enough, you felt nothing but excitement. Usually, before doing anything big (or anything at all), you'd feel this pit in your stomach, a sinking feeling that turns you into nothing but a ball of anxiety. Sure, you've trained yourself enough to power through, mind over body type of thing. But this time, right then and there, you felt confident. Sure, it was nerve-wrecking and the idea of you getting kicked out or even get your ass handed back to you by your parents with an audience watching was more than scary. When you involuntarily squeezed Kai and Soobin's arms out of nervousness, they responded by putting their hands over you and tapped it twice as a sign of comfort. That was when you realized that you didn't turn into a ball of anxiety because this time, you were damn sure that you have people to support you.

So when Beomgyu and Taehyun opened the door to the ballroom that caused people to look at the six of you, you were confident enough to simply smile at them.

You had expected your arrival to be like the movies. People staring in awe, parting as you and your friends make a straight line to your parents. But it didn't happen like that. Sure, people were staring and whispering, but it wasn't anything dramatic.

As you made your way to your parents, you failed to notice a pair of eyes that followed along your form.

Wooyoung couldn't help but stare at how regal you looked. In all the years he knew you, he had never seen you look so out of reach. He admired how your outfit seemed to compliment your curves and it seemed like it was giving you confidence. Whether the outfit boosted your confidence or your attitude elevated your outfit, he couldn't really tell. But one thing's for sure, it made his heart ache.

His eyes soon travelled to your five companions. Of course, someone as attention-stealing as you would be escorted by people who look like they just stepped off Paris Fashion Week. The sight made his grip on the glass he was holding deadly. His mouth felt dry and as much as he wanted to run over and push them all off of you, he couldn't.

"Is that (y/n)?" Seonghwa asked after he blinked rapidly to make sure that his eyes weren't messing with him. Or that his eyes were messed up. Yunho turned from watching the other side of the room after hearing what Seonghwa said. "(y/n)?? (y/n)'s here??" he frantically looked around until his eyes saw you. You looked very different in the best way he could ever mean to say. But his soft gaze turned to glare when he saw Soobin next to you, grinning happily as Huening Kai said something to you that made you look down at your feet. You could've been holding in laughter but Yunho's bitter mind convinced himself that you were ashamed to be seen with those boys. Before he could realize what he was doing, Yunho had fished his phone out to take a picture of you while Seonghwa and Wooyoung were busy staring at you.

"What the fuck is she doing with those five?" Seonghwa scoffed, "Has her standards really dropped that low?" Although it was a rhetorical question, Wooyoung blurted out an answer before he could stop himself. "Her standards were always THAT low, why did you think no one liked her and we had to take pity on her?" Wooyoung said bitterly. Seonghwa completely skipped over the fact that Wooyoung was being bitter and laughed at what his friend said.

Meanwhile, after managing to hold your laughter in after Kai pointed out that one specific man looked like an Asian version of Mr. Dursley, you stopped in front of your parents who despite the surprise, managed to keep their composure.

"Mom, Dad," you greeted with the sweetest smile you could muster, "I hope I'm not too late." Your dad smiled at you and shook his head, "Not at all, dear. I had hoped that you would arrive before my speech," he said, completely following your act.

The person your dad was talking with interrupted, "Mr. Kim, is this your daughter?" he asked, looking between you and your parents. "Yes, yes, she is my youngest," your dad introduced. You reached your right hand from around Kai's arm and held it out for the man, "Nice to meet you Mr. Uhm. My name is (y/n) and these are my friends, I'd have to say I'm a big fan," you confidently said. The man's eyes widened and he hesitantly shook your hand, "I'm sorry dear, have we been introduced before?" he asked, unsure. You shook your head as you let your hands free and cross them in front of your body, "No, sir, I can assure you we haven't. This is actually my first time attending such events as previously, I was too busy with school work. But I am fully aware of your work revolutionizing industries with Solar Panel Plant and I must say, people don't talk about its significant just enough." Hearing you, the man's expression lifted as he became as your parents stared at you in utter shock. Taehyun and Beomgyu looked at each other in complete shock as well as they weren't completely aware of your prowess.

"My, my, you know your stuff, young lady," the man chuckled. "Oh no, sir, please, you're too kind. I'm an International Business student at Prestige Academy along with my friend Kai here and we are simply used to talking about current events," "I see... Are you all International Business majors?" he asked, very intrigued with the six of you. "No, only Kai and I. Soobin here is a Science major, Yeonjun is in Fashion Business, Beomgyu is in music, and Taehyun here is in opera," you explained, pointing to each of your friends who bowed slightly at the mention of their names. "Oh, dear, you must come speak with some of my colleagues here, we can use the opinions of young minds like you. Mind you, these gatherings, while they're very extravagant and exclusive, should've allowed us to be more interactive with the next generation. Mr. Kim, you don't mind me borrowing your daughter and her friends, would you?" he asked your dad. Of course, your dad shook his head and smiled at the man, letting you and your friends go with him.

As the man excitedly talked about his interest in expanding to biochemicals and Soobin told him about his mom's work, you all followed along to wherever it was he was taking you six. Yeonjun slipped to your side to take your hand in his. He lightly squeezed it with a proud smirk on his face, "I knew you could do it," he said smugly. You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion, "What are you talking about? We still have a long night," and he shook his head at that, "I'm not talking about attending this event entirely. I was talking about you taking charge and being confident. I knew you had it in you, you just need the right push," he said. You nudged him slightly in a teasing manner, "Are you trying to take credit for my success?" You asked jokingly. Yeonjun rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Hey, Kai started this wanting to become your friend and supporting you thing, you have him to thank. I just like pushing people and see if they fall," he snarked. You elbowed him lightly in the rib but it didn't hurt him whatsoever judging from the way his chest rumbled with laughter.

The night went smoothly. You and your friends managed to mingle with a lot of people who seemed to catch wind of the youngsters who are fun to have business talks with. Your initial worry of failing your plan was immediately forgotten once you got comfortable. Sure, you were in your element, talking about interesting things with interesting people. But the presence of familiar people next to you, which are your friends, allowed you to unlock your confident side.

You were so caught up in socializing that you became completely unaware of the gaze that Wooyoung had been giving you the whole night. For the first time ever, Wooyoung felt inferior in your presence. What made things worse are you were nowhere near him and you still managed to affect him so much. Scratch that, the worst thing is seeing you looking so happy in a place you claimed you never want to find yourself in with the people he hates most that seemed to be able to bring out the best side of you.

It hurt him to admit.

But he could've been that person.

He should've been that person.

In reality however, he was never that person despite the many opportunities. He had always kept your best side to himself.

His selfishness took its victim.

And sadly, it was himself.

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strangelockd · 1 year

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Fic Request: Stephen x Female Reader, Birthday blues but then Stephen makes it better with a kiss

18+ ONLY CONTAIN HEAVY FILTH & SMUTT

Pairing: Armani!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: This is the Sequel to Caught In The Web

Stephen finally gets his long awaited payback for what you put him through

Word Count: 1.9 K

Warnings: Daddy Kink, BDSM, Bondage Kink, Praise kink, Mutual Love, Oral Female Receiving.

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“Don’t give me that look sweetheart, you knew this was coming eventually”

Of course, you knew you just had no idea how fast it would catch up with you. It was your birthday, and you thought your boyfriend made plans with reservations for a romantic dinner. But apparently Stephen had other ideas in mind, instead his plan was you tied to the bed all hot and bothered. His orange magic rope tied around your wrists spreading you out, leaving your naked form completely exposed at his mercy. All because of a sinful temptation of you fulfilling a desire…

Eyeing up and down your form he could hear you whimpering, his voice was hungry and spoke with heady desire, “The only question that remains is what to do to you first”

His black dress shoes echoed off the dark wooden floorboards as Stephen continued pacing back and forth at the foot of the grand four poster bed. Feeling your heart race your eyes followed stephen as the low light from the evening sun casted long shadows off your man upon the dark floor. Rolling up the sleeves of his white Armani dress shirt; the soft texture of the fabric hugged his perfect frame just right; he looked damn fine. The dexterousness of his scarred fingers began rolling the sleeves glacially upward as you put on an adorable pout. Watching his taut forearms flex with every movement he made left you a whimpering horny mess. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was savoring every delicious minute of it.

Thrashing your wrists moaning out, “But this isn’t fair babe, you strutting around in that suit looking like walking sex. Beside what about our evening plans,” batting your eyelashes you stayed fixated on Stephen; clearly it wasn’t going to work this time. Crawling up the bed you could feel his weight shifting the mattress as his muscular form towered over you. He bit your bottom lip releasing a grunt; placing a soft kiss taming the sting as he pulled a whispers breath away with a smile. His thumb caressing your temple as his blue eyes looked into yours with pure admiration.

“Patience my love…patience”

Despite his pride he always put you above everything, but for now the dinner can wait for some other time because he wanted to worship you tonight.

Taking his thumb and index finger, he grabbed your chin locking your gaze. His eyes suddenly turning mischievous as his baritone voice dropped an octave, “But who said I was going to play fair? Was it fair of you to leave me completely strung up with my hard cock in your mouth taking advantage of me? Your all mine, and its time for daddy to give a little payback. I want you all for myself tonight.” His finger lightly brushed your lower lip as he leaned in whispering into your ear, “I know its your special day but as a man once said, the bill comes due.” Taking advantage of the situation he bit your earlobe; that alone was enough to send you spiraling.

Craning his head down your neckline, the soft moans emitting from your lips made his throat release a pleased hum. The vibrations from his mouth against your tender skin always left your pussy throbbing aching for release. It only fueled the urge to reach for his hair, this desire to tug at the silken strands proven a utter failure that snapped you back to reality of the glowing orange rope tugging tighter on your wrists.

Stephen eyed at your desperate expression; making him chuckle deeper as he took his thumb and index fingers to gently pinch your nipples. Twisting the taut buds made sharp moans ripple from your lips, needless to say it echoed across the empty sanctum. A satisfied chuckle erupted from Stephen’s chest as he lowered his face between the valley of your breast placing a soft kiss over your heart. The scruff texture of his goatee tickled your nipple as he took his lips, locking them around the velvet bud he sucked on your flesh making them more tender.

Hearing praises from your lips encouraged Stephen to treat his mouth to the other side. Flicking his tongue ever so slightly over your nipple in circular motions made your back arch higher off the bed. To Stephen your skin always tasted divine.

“Ahhhh!” You groaned as he continued his work.

Eyeing your reaction, he took it as an invitation to bite slightly harder that made another hiss like groan to leave your mouth. Stephen was moaning with pleasure at this point while he slid up your body feeling his hardened erection under his trousers that pressed against your tender flesh, he brought his lips to the shell of your ear. His breath warm against your skin making your hair prickle as he whispered, “I’m going to give the gift of me mouth fucking your delicious pussy,” he lightly nibbled on your earlobe making you sharply gasp in pleasure. You always loved Stephen’s cock inside you, but nothing compares when he eats you out. You couldn’t get enough of each other.

He continued trailing bite marks along your petal soft neckline, despite nobody seeing the purple blooms on your flesh, he still wanted you to know you were his. Any chance of an open opportunity and he was marking your flesh.

Stephen’s goatee once again tickled your collarbone leaving red patches along your soft flesh, the hairs on your neck stood up as you felt a flutter in your stomach. An inner fire that made you more and more aroused.

Cadging your head with his strong arms once more, he tilted downward delivering slow kisses. Pulling away to nuzzle your nose, noticing the deeper redden flush of your lips made him pleased.

Every sense was on high alert as he continued his kisses down your torso. His lustful blue eyes glowing brighter under the dim light as he rose upward onto his knees. You couldn’t help but drool; watching as your man use his dexterous fingers to undo the tie. Not the normal way; but his magic to remove the tie. Tossing it on you, the textured fabric tickled your already sensitive skin.

Releasing a huff, you nudged the tie off your face lowering your gaze, your voice becoming stern, “You’re not helping Stephen Strange.”

Returning his slender fingers back to his neckline, he popped each small black button moving ever so slowly downward. Threading his fingers to shed the dress shirt finally exposing his perfect chest. It left you practically purring, your pussy was practically drenched at this point.

It rendered you speechless, so much so that all you could comprehend to make out where groans as he tossed the shirt on the ground. Leaning forward to thread his fingers through the tossed tie he looked into your eyes asking with a semi-serious tone, “do you trust me?” Nodding your head quickly Stephen wrapped the black tie around your head covering your vision completely. Parting your legs wider with his knees, he noticed your breathing becoming heavier as slid down between your thighs. Heat radiated off your soft skin as his face lined up with your center. Tilting his head, Stephen placed delicate kisses upon your inner thighs in a guide to ease your tension.

Tracing them lightly he coaxed softly, “Relax babe”

Feeling your legs ease he kissed your mound with a delicate hum as he breathed in your scent.

Trailing his hands up he delicately traced your outer labia with his slender calloused fingers his touch was inviting, the sensation alone was enough to make your hips buck. Groaning from his touch made you crave more, some…any form of a release. His long slender hand cupped your mound as he curled his two fingers in and out of your wet center. A pleasurable moan bursted out of you as stephen kept firmly pumping in and out of you, savoring your velvet center as you chased your first climax.

“That’s right come for me,” he begged heavily.

Feeling a warmth in your core you arched your back in ecstasy as you came undone. Pulling out gently his fingers were coated in your moist arousal as he brought them to his mouth to taste, his nose breathing in your scent he purred, “fuck you taste divine”

Rolling himself off the bed slowly he sauntered in front of the nightstand, your head shifted with the sound as he pulled out a small bright pink vibrator.

Closing the shelf gently with two fingers Stephen returned the position on top of you, all you could make out was the sound if something small.

The moment of realization hit once he brought it up lightly to kiss against your clitoral hood making a loud moan scream from your lips. Pressing the button, it wizzed faster pressing it firmer into your bundled nerve, releasing more heady sharp groans the sensation made your toes curl at the feeling of chasing your sudden ecstasy. His touch rippled through your core as he caressed your inner folds feeling deeper into your wet heat forcing a short moan from your lips, the pulsing vibrations sent shocks up your spine with the familiar feeling building in your lower half. He chuckled pulling the vibrator away leaving you panting. The sopping wetness of your center twitched from the cold air when Stephen took two fingers between your folds parting your sex as you felt the cold air on your sensitive pussy once more. Feeling his lips met your nerved bud as he slowly enveloped your pussy, rolling his tongue in delicate circles ever so gently as he wanted to taste you. Absorb every single moan and writhe from you as possible as he sucked on the nerved bud firmly; it made you buck your hips up higher in response, desperate for more friction.

“Stephen please free me. I need to touch you. Please!”

Feeling his smirk between your folds he snapped his fingers freeing you from his bonds. Throwing your arms down, you released a sharp moan as your fingers threaded through his scalp and tugged in the silken locks. He moaned sharply in response, the vibration causing an electric buzz to crawl up your flesh. The silver of his well-groomed temples now left a disheveled sex of a mess. His well trimmed goatee glistening as it created more friction pressing his head closer against your cunt, desperate for more friction. You moan sharply as his tongue penetrated your center in shallow waves.

Feeling your pussy quiver he brought the vibrator up once again, placing it on your clit as he continued, he feasts upon your core. The aid was overwhelming as you rode out wave after wave of pleasure. The feeling of two things at once caressing on your starved flesh was taking it toll on your body as Stephen placed two fingers inside to rub your center. Feeling the familiar build in your lower half you tugged on his hair harder against your pussy as you rode his face chasing your final release. Before you knew it you cane undone as you guided his head back up to kiss him. Releasing a pleased hum, you could taste yourself on his lips.

He got up to hand you a warm rag, “That was incredible Stephen”

Taking a rag, he helped wipe you clean as he placed his arm around you, pulling you closer to him you rested in his chest.

“Happy birthday my love”

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 5

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: It's time for your lunch date with Loki!. Beta by @zaria-04 <3

Chapter 5: Lunch Date

For once, you knock on the door of the suite instead of going right in. It's more polite today, since you just want to pick up Loki. For the occasion, you've thrown on an elegant dress and chosen shoes that are both comfortable and daringly high. You may have used a little magic for this combination. Since it's cloudy and a bit chilly outside, you've thrown on a thin summer coat.

It's not long before Loki steps out the door.

You were curious regarding what he would wear, because until now you only knew him in Asgardian clothing. Today he looks like he's stepped straight out of a commercial for Armani: he's wearing a perfectly fitted black suit and a dark shirt to go with it, the top two buttons undone. A tasteful combination of sharp and casual. You can see green cufflinks flashing at his sleeves.

The difference between him today and Thor yesterday is like night and day, you notice with amusement. Even though they're both incredibly handsome in their own ways.

"Glad you followed my instructions," you greet him. As if Loki has ever shown poor taste in his choice of clothing.

His eyes scrutinize you, traveling down and up your body once before nodding, as if your appearance has received his approval. However, his gaze lingers on your high neckline. "You, on the other hand, could have made more of an effort," he retorts.

You merely roll your eyes at that without being offended. You get into the elevator and go straight to the underground parking garage. Tony made a joke by installing stereotypical elevator music in all of them. It jingles softly while you take the way down in silence. Loki is standing close to you, you feel him in your personal space. You don't let it show, though, nor do you move aside.

A dark car with a driver is already waiting for you in the garage. It's a fancy limousine, you realize. Presumably Tony doesn't own a single inconspicuous car.

Loki is faster than you and opens the car door for you. He gets a small smile in return but nothing more. You don't want him to think this impresses you.

He takes the seat next to you. "Where are we going?" he asks as you leave the garage.

"It’s a surprise."

Loki chuckles. "You’re making me curious, Witchling."

You notice the new nickname. "Oh, have I been promoted?" you ask amused.

A wide grin spreads across Loki's face. "Don't you worry. You're still my pet."

You leave it at that without a comment.

The drive doesn't take long; the restaurant is only a few blocks away. The car pulls up in front of it and you get out. The restaurant is on the second floor of the building. You climb the stairs and are greeted by the receptionist.

The staff has been briefed in advance and they all behave totally professional. You can't tell if they recognize Loki. Probably the name Tony Stark and the promise of a more than generous tip helps overseeing his past if so.

Maybe it's also because Loki acts like a courteous gentleman. He helps you take off your coat, exhaling sharply as he sees the low back neckline of your dress. You smile knowingly. That was absolutely intentional.

You are led to your table, Loki letting you go ahead. You feel his piercing gaze at your back.

At the table, he passes you and pulls out your chair. You sit down as if it's the most normal thing in the world for him to do. Just because he shows some manners for once doesn't mean you forget his other acts or let them lapse. But it's a nice change from your other interactions and you actually enjoy it. And it's a good show for the staff to see this side of Loki.

He takes a seat across from you and you both get poured champagne.

You two are the only guests at the restaurant. Stark rented the whole place just in case there was trouble. It was apparently not a necessary precaution, but this way the meal has a more private atmosphere.

You raise your glass. "To what are we toasting?"

"Fine food and lovely company."

"Can't argue with that."

The appetizer is served and Loki is in his element. Maybe it's the luxurious surroundings. It's probably a nice change for the prince to be pampered again. Despite the luxury of his suite, he's otherwise on his own in the tower, and aside from Thor, no one else is friendly to him. You wonder if he misses his home. Difficult family circumstances or not. It was certainly a difficult adjustment for him when he arrived back on earth.

"Is this how it is now?" Loki asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. "I wish for something and you make it happen?"

"I thought we'd already established that this isn't the case," you reply.

"Then why the lunch now?" He seems genuinely interested.

"I thought it would be a nice change," you admit, "and you asked nicely. Besides, it's a good opportunity to talk."

You definitely plan to take advantage of the fact that he can't just run away. Tony and Thor are just waiting for a call and would be right here. Loki seems to sense that.

"About what?" the Asgardian asks amused. "My inclusion into the team of these heroes?" He pronounces the word with every ounce of sarcasm.

"I'd love to hear from you about what the attack in New York was like for you."

Loki is taken aback by this change of topic and for a split second his face falls. Then he has a neutral mask back on, but the lightness of a moment ago is gone. "I have nothing to say about this. I'm sure you've already been told about it in detail." He turns his head away, looking seemingly interested at the paintings displayed on the opposite wall. But you're not intimidated by his dismissive manner.

"Some things hurt. But they don't get better unless we talk about them. I imagine it must have been hard to go through all that, to have a captured mind and then to be punished for it later." It's your honest opinion about it. You have had your own experiences with mind control magic and you know that the more complex and stronger the mind is, the more painful the procedure is for the victim. At least if it is done involuntarily. But who would like to be a voluntary victim?

"Then you can guess my opinion about my stay here on Midgard."

"I wouldn't like it either," you admit, "but I'd make the best of it."

"I do."

"Really?" You raise an eyebrow. "Because to me it looks like you just sit in your room and sulk most of the time."

The corners of Loki's mouth twitch up. "I'm sitting here with you, aren't I?"

You nod. "That's right. Thanks, by the way, for calling my company the best."

This makes Loki laugh and his spirits seem to rise again. You've already noticed that his mood is as fickle as the weather on a spring day in April. "I’m planning on calling you other things, too," he promises you with a suggestive look.

"I'm not sure if you earned that yet."

Something in Loki's eyes flashes. It's a challenge you didn't intend, but one he accepts. Fortunately, at that moment, the next course is brought, together with a red wine.

"Can you read the future from entrails, Witchling?", Loki asks you, looking at his beef tartare.

"The only thing I'm reading out of this is that we're going to have a delicious meal." You try your beef and it’s really good. Tony really has the best recommendations for restaurants. However, you don't want to know how expensive this lunch is. In that respect, it's really convenient to have a rich employer.

"When I was younger, I learned the art of palm reading," Loki tells you, drawing your attention. "It's been a while, but I dare to say I’m still good at it.”

"Really?"

Amused, you catch his gaze. He holds his hand out to you. "May I?"

You put down your knife and lie your right hand into his. He turns your palm upward and studies it, tracing the lines. He takes his time, as if he were looking at and analyzing a work of art. His fingers are firm but their touch is gentle.

"Well?" you ask after a while of silence.

Loki looks up at you. "It seems you are quite blessed," is his professional opinion.

"Am I?"

Without averting his eyes, he brings his lips to your hand and kisses your wrist, right where the pulse is. A pleasant shiver comes over you. "You are now." His voice is low as if he were casting a spell on you.

You blink and a moment passes before you remember to react.

"Silvertongue." You chuckle and draw your hand back. But you register that you should be more careful. It’s not wise to be lulled in by his charms. Loki seems to notice his effect on you as well and he winks at you before he turns his attention back to his food.

For dessert, a platter of various small sweets is placed on the table. Loki tries everything and you notice that he seems to have a sweet tooth. You let it go unremarked, but make a mental note of it for future reference.

"So, why are you doing this?" the Asgardian suddenly asks you.

Somewhat puzzled, you look up. "What do you mean?"

"I know it's a great honor to be in my presence, but I'm still wondering why you are here."

You now he doesn’t mean here in the restaurant, but with him in general. "That's quite simple actually: a friend asked me and I was curious," you explain.

"A friend?" Loki asks. "Stark?"

"No, the Sorcerer Supreme."

Loki grins. "Look at you, Witchling, casually throwing in the fact that you are friends with the Sorcerer Supreme."

"Let's just say he's a friend from work. Why? Do you know him?"

Loki swirls the red liquid in his glass. "I've met various Sorcerer Supremes in the past. Can't say I’m fond of the current one."

That makes you curious. "Why not?"

"Let's not talk about that second rated wizard," Loki says firmly, putting his glass back on the table. "This evening is too lovely to ruin it with that."

You drop the subject, but you'll definitely ask Stephen what happened between the two of them. There has to be a story behind it and you are determined to find it out.

Eventually, you finish the meal and stand up. The bill is sent directly to Tony, so you have nothing to do but collect your jackets. On the way to the reception, Loki stays by your side and puts a hand on your back to guide you. Your back tingles at the skin contact and it's not because his hand is surprisingly cool.

You feel the loss of his touch as he pulls back his arm and helps you into your coat.

You leave the restaurant and wait for the car to pull up. The streets are filled with traffic and people whose lunch break has just ended and who are on their way back to their offices. There is a lot of honking, you hear the siren of an ambulance and a child is crying somewhere. You would never think of driving yourself in these narrow streets and you silently thank Tony for offering a chauffeur. New York is really a big city, you haven't gotten used to it yet and you're glad you can spend most of your time at the Avenger Tower. There are a lot of people working there too, but the hustle and bustle isn't as noticeable.

It may be the nature of your being that you're not a fan of large crowds. A large crowd always has its own essence, its own mind. And in your experience, nothing good ever comes out of it. You remember only too well how people used to gather to watch someone similar to you undergo a test. The rules were always simple: if the person died, they were not a witch. If they did not die, they were a witch and had to be killed. The end result was always the same. Fortunately, your mother was always careful to teach her children how to stay under the radar. When it was better to get to safety and move to a new place. The cards helped you do that. It's always quite good to have a little glimpse into the future. Unfortunately, not all of your siblings had the same luck. The modern era got off to an impetuous start. You yourself only barely escaped once. But by now, things had really improved for witches. People were no longer focused on eradicating the occult or simply what they didn't understand. Or at least you stick to those countries where it's like that.

You see your car arriving and turn to Loki - only to find he's no longer standing next to you.

Oh Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Your heart hits your stomach. You've been so preoccupied that you haven't paid attention to him. Searchingly, you turn around, but you don’t spot him anywhere. His tall figure should be visible above the heads of the others. Silently you curse that you have been so careless. The friendly conversation at dinner has put you in a false sense of security. You reach for your cell phone in your pocket to inform Tony or Thor, while walking down the sidewalk a bit. They wouldn't be thrilled at all that you lost the younger prince. Tony had specifically warned you about this.

Suddenly, you hear his voice and as you round a few passersby, you see the Asgardian god kneeling by a child in front of a store window. It is a dark-haired girl with a backpack in the shape of a rabbit, who has red puffy eyes, as if she had been crying bitterly until just now. Slowly you approach the two, your cell phone still in your hand, but not dialing a number yet.

"Loki?" you ask cautiously.

The dark-haired man looks up at you. "There you are. Little Lady Sofía here is lost and can't find her way back home."

Once again, big tears well up in the eyes of the girl who may just be in elementary school, if at all. Loki reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a handkerchief, which he hands to her.

You, meanwhile, decide that you can scold Loki later for just disappearing like that. Instead, you hunker down next to Loki to the girl, who backs away a bit, though.

"It's okay," he reassures her. "She's a friend of mine and she's helping us."

There are so many things you wonder about. Loki's reassuring way of talking to the child. How he even managed to get her to trust him so quickly. That he called you a friend. But for now your focus is on the girl.

"Where do you live?" you ask her.

"In a tall house," she answers, sniffling loudly. Unfortunately, that applies to pretty much every building in New York, so it doesn't help you.

"There you are," you suddenly hear a voice behind you. As you turn around, you see a short, broad man approaching you, his gaze on the girl. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

You rise. "Are you her father?"

The man shakes his head. "The uncle. I was supposed to pick her up from school, but I got held up at work. By the time I got there, she was gone." He turns to the girl and leans down a bit toward her. "I'll take you home now," he promises her, holding out his hand.

That's when Loki pushes his way into his path, arms crossed. "Don’t get any closer," he growls at the man, who looks at him in surprise at his sudden aggressiveness.

"It’s none of your business," the man says, but uncertainty resonates in his voice.

That's when Loki grabs him at the shoulder and pushes him back. "If you touch her, I'll kill you." If his eyes were daggers, they would have killed the stranger immediately.

You put your hand on Loki's arm. "Loki, what are you doing?" you ask him calmly but firmly.

"He's lying," the Asgardian growls. "I can smell the falsehood in his words."

This makes you frown. You have no reason to doubt the man. However, you have no reason to doubt Loki's words either. Therefore, you lean down again to the girl, who has been watching the whole scene with wide eyes. "Do you know this man?" you ask her, but she only plays sheepishly with the handkerchief she got from Loki. She is too intimidated by the attention of all these strange adults and doesn't answer.

"Let go of me!" the man demands meanwhile, trying to free himself from Loki's iron grip. Some passers-by become aware of the scene and stare at you curiously. You don’t like that, because it's not good when Loki's face is in the public eye in a story like this.

"Let him go," you therefore say to him. "We will report him to the police, but first we need the girl to get home safely."

Loki turns his head toward you and your eyes meet. You nod at him in what you hope is a confident and reassuring manner. This must not escalate or you both will be in trouble. He seems to realize that, because he reluctantly lets the man go, pushing him back a bit while he does. "Lucky for you, the voice of reason is present.”

"You'll hear from me!" the man scolds. But it is half-hearted and he quickly disappears between the passer-by.

Loki clenches his hands into fists and closes his eyes for a moment to take a breath and resist the urge to hurt the man after all. He looks in the direction he disappeared and with a small gesture he sends a spell after him anyway. You don't know what it is and you don't ask. Then the Asgardian turns back to you.

Meanwhile, you've spotted a police officer among the people, who is grabbing something at a food truck. He's probably on his lunch break, but you don't care right now. With what just happened, you'd better get an official party involved. "I'll be right back," you say to Loki and walk over to the officer.

"Excuse me, officer."

"Yes, Miss?" he turns to you questioningly.

"My friend and I found a child who got lost. I'm afraid she can't tell us where she lives," you explain and he looks in the direction you point. Between the passersby, Loki and Sofía are only vaguely visible.

"A child you say? A little girl?"

"Yes, about this tall." You point at hip level.

The cop hands the food truck owner some money for his food, then reaches for his walkie talkie. "Officer Decker, this is Daniel. Are you still with the woman who lost her daughter?" he asks into the device. "What's the girl's name again?"

After a brief pause, the device crackles. "Yes, she's still here. The daughter's name is Sofía, seven years old."

Daniel gives you a questioning look and you nod. "Come over to 34th Street and Lexington Avenue. I think I found her here."

He follows you to Loki, who looks towards you. "He might know where the mother is," you explain to him as the cop leans down to the girl. But Sofía doesn't seem to be in the mood for further acquaintance and hides a bit behind Loki's leg. Daniel looks questioningly at him, but the Asgardian merely shrugs. You all decide to wait.

A few minutes pass by, when the girl suddenly shrieks. "Mommy!" You follow her gaze and see a petite woman step around the corner alongside another police officer. When she hears the call, her worried face turns to relief. Then she spots her daughter.

"Sofía!"

The child runs toward her and the two embrace.

The policemen follow the women a little slower, taking care of the details. Loki and you stay around briefly to make a statement, especially because Loki insists on reporting the strange man from earlier.

It turns out that mother and daughter were shopping when Sofía left a store while strolling. She wandered around a bit and then couldn't find her way back. Apparently she got two blocks far. The mother, who only let the little one out of her sight for a short time, had all the employees search the entire store.

She's very glad to have her girl back.

Loki and you take your leave quietly and get into your car, which is still waiting for you nearby.

Relieved, you exhale. What an afternoon. You hadn't planned something like this to happen when you organized lunch at the restaurant. But with an Asgardian god, you never know exactly what's going to happen next.

Loki looks out his window, seemingly bored, but turns his head to you when you put your hand on his arm.

"You did great," you tell him with an honest smile.

He looks at you with an unreadable expression. His eyes move down to where you are touching him and he withdraws his arm. Then he looks wordlessly at the window again. You get no response. But you don't care, because you know Loki did the right thing when it mattered.

What you don't know is that he is so surprised by your unexpected praise that he doesn't know what to say. He's not used to it and it actually makes him a little embarrassed.

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Surprise! Loki didn't run off at the first chance he got. He behaves decently when he is treated decently. Shocking news I know! Kids trusting Loki will be a recurring trope in this story. He deserves all the love and trust. Also, you finally got your nickname: Witchling. Yay

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annailujjay · 4 months

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BDS BOYCOTT & BDS SAFE LIST!!!

If there’s any mistakes please let me know and I’ll fix it but these are the brands that are owned by big brands supporting Israel.

BOYCOTT LIST;

Estée Lauder brands:

Aveda

Becca

Coach cosmetics

Smashbox

Tom Ford

Aramis

Bumble and Bumble

Aerin

American Beauty

Clinique

Bobbi Brown

Darphin

Donna Karan

Ermenegildo Zegna

Flirt!

Goodskin Labs

Grassroots Research Labs

Jo Malone

Kiton

La Mer

Lab series skincare for men

MAC

Michael Kors

OJON

Origins

OSIAO

Prescriptives

Tommy Hilfiger

Too Faced Cosmetics

Tory Burch

Ahava

Revlon

L’Oreal

Lancome

Giorgio Armani Beauty

Yves Saint Laurent Beauté

Biotherm

Kiehl’s

Ralph Lauren

Shu Uemura

Cacharel

Helena Rubinstein

Clarisonic

Diesel

Viktor & Rolf

Yue Sai

Maison Martin Margiela

Urban Decay

Guy Laroche

Paloma Picasso

Vichy

La Roche-Posay

SkinCeuticals

Inneov

Rogers&Gallet

Sanoflore

L’Oreal Paris

Garnier

Maybelline New York

Softsheen.Carson

Essie

L’Oreal Professionnel

Kérastase

Redken

Matrix

Pureology

Shu Uemura Art of Hair

Mizani

NYX

Good American

KKW beauty

Skims

Poosh

Skin by Kim Kardashian

Kylie skin

Kylie baby

Kylie cosmetics

Kylie clothing

818 tequila

Goop/Super Goop

Elf

Fenty beauty

Fenty skin

Savagexfenty

Rare beauty

Amika

Tower 28

Zara

Starbucks

McDonald’s

Popeyes

KFC

Taco bell

Pizza Hut

Papa John’s

Dominos

Burger King

Always

Tampax

Luvs

Pampers

Bounty

Naturella

Tempo

Charmin

Whisper

Dodot

Puffs

Crest

Gillette

Oral-B

Scope

Vicks

Venus

Clearblue

Fusion

Braun

CoverGirl

Herbal Essences

Max Factor

Nice ‘n Easy

Pantene

Vidal Sassoon

Dolce & Gabbana

Ivory

Aussie

Head & Shoulders

Old Spice

Secret

Olay

Clairol Professional

Cheer

Bounce

Daz

Era

Gain

Mr. Clean

Comet

Downy

Fab

Gala

Mr. Proper

Ariel

Cascade

Dash

Dawn

Dreft Laundry

Fairy

Joy

Myth

Swiffer

Febreeze

Duracell

Johnson & Johnson

Johnson’s baby products

Aveeno

Lubriderm

Aveeno

Neutrogena

Vendome

Clean & Clear

Roc

Bebe

Band-Aid

Bengay

Neosporin

Cortaid

Listerine

Rembrandt

Tylenol

Sudafed

Pepcid

Nicorette

Motrin

Immodium

Dolormin

Benadryl

Mylanta

Zyrtec

Splenda

Benecol

Lactaid

Visine

Acuvue contact lenses

Kimberly-Clark

Kotex

Depends

Poise

Kleenex

Scott

Viva

Cottonelle

Wondersoft

Thick & Thirsty

Huggies

Pull-Ups

GoodNites, Little Swimmers, Snugglers, etc

BDS SAFE BRANDS;

ABH

Beauty bakerie

Charlotte tilbury

Cover FX

Dose of colors

Gerard cosmetics

Huda beauty

Inglot

Kevin aucoin

KVD

Laura Gellar

Laura mercier

Makeup forever

Makeup by Mario

About face

Af94

Nars

Pat McGrath

Stila

Uoma

Viseart

Hindash

Ardell

Rimmel London

Nip+fab

Chi

Beauty of Joseon

Cosrx

Sol de Janeiro

Kayali

Little Caesar’s

Sunset makeup

If there’s any I missed or are no longer BDS safe let me know.

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cevans-is-classic · 2 years

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Okay okay okay (this is how I always start my messages to my friends so they know I'm about to spill some bullshit)

Tony is the richest man alive, a billionaire, a tech god and don't forget he looks as damn good in oil covered sweats as he does in an Armani suit

So Pepper keeps reminding him he NEEDS a new head security guard now that Happy has been promoted (Is it a promotion when you marry the woman you were protecting and now you're job is to protect the company assets instead?)

Tony fights it. He's fine. He never leaves the tower anyway.

Then a scrappy twenty something who looks like he's just now experiencing a growth for the first time in his life (Think of Steve like still kind of skinny but he's slowly building the Captain America bod) wanting to know if he would be allowed to paint the row of empty buildings Stark Industries bought to convert into homeless shelters.

"Bring some cheer to them. That and how you have them now is a target for vandalism and theft."

Tony watches from the camera as Steve pokes holes in every single one of Peppers assurances that none of the residents will be harmed there.

He's hired six months later — mouth gaping open at being appointed head of security while holding a paint brush.

His first act: His best friend Bucky becomes Tony's own private security guard no if ands or buts about it.

"You've had six death threats in as many days. You need someone who blends in but can still so their job. Buck is the best you'll ever have."

The three of them are gonna be dangerous for each other ugh

#tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stuckony #steve and tony #stony au #winteriron

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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That Little Dress: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [Link] A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: (13) The Avengers Expo rages on, but after your confessions of love, you and Loki have a little afterparty of your own Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Descriptive Oral Sex (F). Anal Play (Mild). Language. Secret Relationship.(w/c 2.3k)

“I want you to ruin me” you whispered, feeling Loki’s breath hitch beneath your palm.

It had been a long night at the Expo. The familiar surroundings were a balm after hours of painful schmoozing, ending with a covert walk from the limo to Loki's rooms.

You had made your excuses to leave before the others, but your secret lover had slipped away earlier unseen. No one would be back at the tower for hours.

“Ruin you?” Loki murmured, running his hands over the curve of your waist still wrapped in that sinfully tempting dress, “why would I wish to ruin what is mine, my love?”

Loki had arrived thirty minutes before you, but had thoughtfully remained dressed in his black Armani suit. His tie was hanging loose around his neck, several buttons undone: the luxuriously woven wool clinging to his muscular limbs in all the right places.

Tonight, you had seen so many women starting at him with blatant thirst. Their eyes crawled over his thick thighs and perfect ass; his wide shoulders atop that strong torso that demanded attention.

They were wondering what it would be like to run their hands through his hair, what it would be like to fuck him. You could almost hear their pussies clench as he passed, the scent of him, the magnetism of him. He could have had anyone he chose.

You had been desperate for him for hours, despite your dangerous quickie backstage. Needy wetness pooled between your legs, sliding between your thighs as you circled each other, mingling with the crowd. Stolen glances were all that you had allowed yourself.

You slipped his tie between your fingers, inhaling the weight of the exquisite cologne that clung to the sliver of bare skin between the open buttons of his shirt. “Say that again please…” you murmured, raising your face to meet his sultry stare.

“My love” Loki whispered knowingly against your cheek.

“My love” you repeated softly, running your hand to rub the growing hardness in his trousers, “I want you to ruin me.”

Loki growled, sending you flying backwards to land square in the middle of his bed. The alluring emerald chiffon of your dress spread around your legs as you bounced, the high thigh split lying open teasingly as his eyes ran wantonly over your body.

You placed your hands behind your hips, pushing your cleavage out with innocent eyes as he crawled towards you.

His gaze was smouldering, brimming with primal lust as he leant back on his knees. Trouser creases gathered around his hips, straining over that deliciously thick cock outlined against the fabric.

“That little dress” he muttered darkly, shaking his head, “the thoughts it has put in my head this night are positively obscene.”

“Show me” you whispered, running your palms up his spread thighs. He groaned as your touch reached his crotch, squeezing the girth that sat so tantalisingly beneath the soft wool.

With a hungry gasp, his mouth descended on yours; devouring you as he lowered you backwards. Loki’s fingers ran a trail down your cleavage, the structured V of your neckline a teasingly sculpted path for his touch to play.

“I love you, darling” he whispered solemnly between messy kisses, his tongue massaging yours, moaning gently.

“I love you, Loki” you sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. The adrenaline level in your blood hadn’t dropped since you had first heard those words from his lips mere hours before. You wondered if it ever would.

“Say that again” he murmured coyly against your ear, the velvet teasing of his words echoing yours making your hips rise involuntarily.

“I love you, Loki.”

He released a deep sigh into your hair. In one swift movement, he slid the pillow from beneath your head as you squealed in surprise: chuckling above you. He placed it to the side, his hands returning to trail down your stiff bodice.

“You realise that that little dress would have you locked away on Asgard?” he muttered, his fingers tracing the bare skin below your heart, “Inciting lust, I believe is the charge.”

“Inciting lust?” you giggled, “that’s a crime?”

Loki raised an eyebrow, regarding you with a regal air of seriousness. “Indeed, darling. Such wanton displays carry a price. Inciting lust within a Prince carries a particularly heavy penalty.”

He thrust his hips forward lightly, watching your eyes fall on his straining arousal with amusement. “Now what was that you were saying about ‘ruining’ you?”

The god effortlessly lifted your hips, sliding the pillow beneath them. You giggled as he gripped the sides of your thighs, fingertips digging into the soft flesh beneath the skirt of your dress. Dexterous fingers crept under the side-split, gripping your seamless thong and sliding it gracefully down your legs.

“Shall we try some further exploration tonight, my love?” he murmured, inhaling the damp wetness of your panties before casting them aside.

You nodded. You had talked about introducing anal play, slowly...of course. Although you would be lying if you said that tonight you didn’t want him to take you straight away. It was tempting. The thought made you squirm with desire as he towered above you in all his glory, removing his suit jacket and vanishing it into thin air.

He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, letting you enjoy the sight as his muscular forearms were slowly revealed; biceps flexing beneath that perfectly fitted expensive cotton. The sexual energy coursing from him was intolerable.

Dark hair fell around his perfectly chiselled face as he plotted the ways to make you a shuddering mess beneath his touch. Your hips thrust upwards as he knelt toward you, placing deep kisses from the inside of your knee to the top of your inner thigh, brushing the green chiffon to the side.

You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the imminent wave of bliss. A short gasp escaped you as Loki’s warm tongue graced your centre, the flat softness pressing gently against your soaking heat.

“Fuuuuck, Loki…” you groaned, as he chuckled against your wet slit.

He knew exactly how you liked it. Slow and methodical. Building your pleasure with every careful lap of his tongue. It caressed between your folds, winding around your plump lips and pausing to suck them gently between his teeth as you thrust up to meet his open mouth.

His tongue dipped inside your core, making you moan his name shamelessly as he pressed the expanse of it against your swollen clit, sliding back and forth.

He was such a tease, but he knew what he was doing. And gods above, he was extremely good at it. You gripped the bedsheets as you cried out, needy pants rumbling from his throat as he pleasured you, enjoying every second of his submission to your bliss.

You rubbed your foot against his thigh, sliding up to feel the hard length of flesh pressing tightly against his trousers. Loki hissed against your skin, dipping deeper into your cunt; desperately burying his face between your open thighs.

You loved the sounds he made when he worshipped you, every well-earned whimper drawn from your lips making him harder.

Loki’s hands cupped your ass beneath the folds of your dress, raising your legs to rest on his shoulders. His eyes flickered upwards to yours. They glinted with pure mischief; the only feature of his beautiful face visible as he wrapped your thighs around his jaw, that talented tongue never ceasing.

“Lower…?” you pleaded, gazing up at him with your forehead creased in shameless pleasure. The fireworks in your stomach sizzled with a primal desire for him to enact the dirty whispers that had so enthralled you. Naughty, filthy. God, you wanted to feel that relentless tongue slide against the rim of your ass; the god of sex between your raised legs making you yield to him in every way imaginable.

He winked from between your thighs, flicking his tongue briefly over your clit in response. Tease, you thought, as you felt his hand brush underneath your elevated hips.

Loki ran his middle digit leisurely between your soaking folds, coated in a mix of arousal and saliva. He looked at the finger with a smile, licking his lips before latching greedily back onto your warm heat, making your eyes roll back.

Between your loud moans of pleasure, you felt his digit begin to rub your delicate back passage, the soft pressure making your stomach clench with unadulterated need. He circled the entrance, timing each rotation to the swirl of his tongue through the crevices of your pussy. It felt so naughty. So dirty. You were in heaven.

In that moment, you would let him flip you over and take you in any way he chose. You could imagine him tearing aside the layers of chiffon wrapped around your body to reveal what he craved. You wanted to feel his strong cock overwhelm you from behind, fuck you like an animal beneath his primal strength. It felt so fucking good.

“Lokiiii” you moaned desperately, feeling the thrill of taboo-laden orgasm building as he rocked you against his face. His muffled moans filled the air as he lapped religiously at your elevated cunt. A free hand slid down the bodice of your dress, grasping against the stiff material that concealed your breasts as the other massaged your back entrance.

You had never let any man touch you there, and now...you were glad. Loki discovering new pockets of undiscovered bliss was erotic beyond words, a pilgrimage of his devotion.

His finger edged slowly inside the tight muscle, dipping only a centimetre or two as you squeezed your thighs around his neck.

“God, baby it feels so good” you groaned, willing him to go deeper. He purred his approval as your hips raised further to his masterful tongue, keeping you balanced on the edge of climax as he sucked your clit gently.

The god withdrew the tip of his finger, rubbing the hallowed entrance again with a pulsing motion, enjoying the whimpers which fell from your lips as you teetered on the brink.

“Lick me lower...I want more, baby please” you whined, seeing the corner of his eyes crinkle in amusement.

He shook his head. In one motion, he lowered your hips to the bed: freeing himself from the grip of your thighs around his neck. "Not tonight, darling" he murmured, spreading your knees as you squirmed, mourning the loss of the delicate, forbidden touch of his finger.

Loki placed a solitary kiss on your stomach before lowering his face to your dripping pussy once again. You could feel the wet patch on the bed against your lower back between every gentle keen of your hips, the promise of climax dancing behind your eyes.

The sight of his cheekbones hollowing with every long lick against your core. His burning gaze enjoying the muscles in your face twitching with pleasure. His thick, strong arms wound around your thighs. The sight of his hair tangled between your fingers as he ate your pussy without mercy...

“Fuuuuuck, Loki…Loki, godddddd” you groaned loudly, making the most of the empty rooms above and below. “I’m gonna come, b-baby...do you want me to c-come in your..uhhh, fuck...in your m-mouth?”

The question was unnecessary, but it made your stomach soar watching his eyes glaze with desire as you asked it.

He nodded enthusiastically, releasing a deep moan. His nose brushed against your clit as he fucked you with his tongue, rocking you backwards and burying deeper between your thighs.

You felt the wet warmth glide dangerously close to your back entrance. God, how you craved it, you thought, as he returned to lapping your clit in the way he knew drove you to the edge of sanity.

With a strangled cry of his name, you came. Your fingertips pressed into his scalp as he finished you, holding your juddering thighs still. Loki groaned with you as you rode out your high, gently licking the centre of your pussy as your breaths staggered through sighs of release.

You tried to steady your breathing as he crawled up your body, pushing the fabric of your dress so it fanned around your hips. “Goddess” he murmured, a wide slick of your cum smeared across his chin.

There was a sharp buzz as your phone vibrated from your bag. “Leave it” he muttered knowingly, burying his face in your neck with a deep kiss. “It could be important, Loki” you giggled, as the phone buzzed again. “I’ll be two seconds…”

You could almost hear his eyes roll as you stood with difficulty, padding across the bedroom to where you had discarded your bag.

6 New Messages

Shit, you thought. All from Wanda. You hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye to her at the Expo. You checked the latest one.

‘Where the hell are you? I need to talk to you.’

You replied quickly, hearing a huff from the god on the bed. I’m fine! Just tired. See you tomorrow at 10 xx

Your gaze flickered to Loki who had also conjured his phone, looking at the screen with a frown as he leant back against the headboard.

“Everything alright?” you said lightly, your dress fluttering around your legs as you swept back onto the bed, straddling your lover. His phone disappeared in a flash of seidr, a smile returning to his solemn features.

“Yes darling” he said, drawing a finger across your cheek. “Megan sent a reminder regarding tomorrow’s evaluation, that’s all.”

You frowned. “Megan?”

“Yes darling” Loki repeated, his hands running down your back and scooting you over his crotch.

Gentle thrusts of his concealed cock grazed your soaking, naked pussy through the wayward fabric of your dress. “She will be the operations liaison present. She wants to see me beforehand, it’s not important.”

Loki leant forward to kiss you, his desperate thrusts against your slippery heat becoming harder as he sought relief.

“Shall we take this dress off?” you whispered coyly, unbuttoning his shirt as his lips made their way wantonly down your cleavage.

A dark moan escaped his throat, rumbling around the room as you purposefully rubbed your centre firmly against the thick protrusion in his trousers.

“I don’t think so, my love” he purred.

“That little dress is going to stay on all night. And I intend to appreciate it as it deserves. Loudly.”

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Peter Lindbergh On Fashion Photography 40th Ed.

Taschen,Cologne 2020, 512 pages,15,6 x 21,7 cm, Hardcover, English, Italian, Spanish, ISBN 9783836582865

euro 25,00

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Peter Lindbergh’s seminal compendium, now published in a special anniversary edition. Through collaborations with the most venerated names in fashion, Lindbergh created new narratives with his humanist approach. This book features more than 300 images, many previously unpublished, and an adapted interview with Lindbergh.

It was on a Malibu beach in 1988 that Peter Lindbergh shot the White Shirts series, images now known the world over. Simple yet seminal, the photographs introduced us to Linda Evangelista, Christy Turlington, Rachel Williams, Karen Alexander, Tatjana Patitz, and Estelle Lefébure. This marked the beginning of an era that redefined beauty, and Lindbergh would go on to alter the landscape of fashion photography for the decades that followed. In 1980 brought forth collaborations with the most venerated names in fashion and resulted in a relationship of mutual reverence; Lindbergh’s respect for some of the greatest designers of our time is palpable in his portraits. Among those photographed are Azzedine Alaïa, Giorgio Armani, Alber Elbaz, John Galliano, Jean Paul Gaultier, Rei Kawakubo, Karl Lagerfeld, Thierry Mugler, Yves Saint Laurent, Jil Sander, and Yohji Yamamoto. Widely considered a pioneer in his field, Lindbergh shirked the industry standards of beauty and instead celebrated the essence and individuality of his subjects. He was pivotal to the rise of models such as Kate Moss, Naomi Campbell, Linda Evangelista, Cindy Crawford, Mariacarla Boscono, Lara Stone, Claudia Schiffer, Amber Valletta, Nadja Auermann, and Kristen McMenamy. Lindbergh’s reach also extended across Hollywood and beyond: Cate Blanchett, Charlotte Rampling, Richard Gere, Isabelle Huppert, Nicole Kidman, Madonna, Brad Pitt, Catherine Deneuve, and Jeanne Moreau all appear in his works. From the picture chosen by Anna Wintour as the cover of her first Vogue issue to the legendary shot of Tina Turner on the Eiffel Tower, it is never the clothes, celebrity, or glamour that takes center stage in a Lindbergh photograph. Each picture conveys the humanity of its subject with a serene melancholy that is uniquely and unmistakably Lindbergh.

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themculibrary · 10 months

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5+1 Times Stony Masterlist

5 Times Bucky Thought Tony Was Good For Steve +1 Time He Told Him (ao3) - Anonymous T, 6k

Summary: To say Bucky is unimpressed by Stark would be an understatement.

It isn’t that he dislikes him. It’s more that he’s a brand of indifferent that curdles with disdain on the rare occasion that Bucky catches him on the TV: Stark is glib and crass in a way his father never was, and he wears suits like he’d slipped out of the womb clad in Armani.

So it’s a surprise when Bucky moves into the Tower and finds that Steve actually gets along with the guy.

5 times people realize Steve and Tony are in love (+1 time it finally hits them on the head) (ao3) - beyondmyreach T, 5k

Summary: What it says on the tin.

The Avengers looked between Steve and Tony, and wondered despairingly how could they not know.

5 Times Steve Was Insecure, + 1 Time Tony Was (ao3) - kenzithewriter E, 3k

Summary: 5 times Steve was insecure, starting with joining the Avengers, and continuing over time as his relationship with Tony progresses, and then +1 of Tony being insecure with Steve.

5 Times Tony Had Steve's Back, and 1 Time Steve had Tony's (ao3) - itsallAvengers T, 25k

Summary: As it turns out, Steve gets himself into a lot more shit than you would think. And for some reason, it's always Tony who ends up saving his sorry ass.

Affection (ao3) - MaidenofIron157 steve/tony E, 17k

Summary: Five times Tony Stark's exhaustion gets the better of him, and the one time someone decides it's time he use an actual bed.

Bonuses: Hulk, Tony's 'Bots, and Loki, as well as a chapter explaining the aftermaths of each cuddling session

Five Times Tony Stark Misjudged Steve Rogers (and One Time He Didn’t) (ao3) - sweatervest M, 5k

Summary: There’s plenty of weird shit to deal with after fighting aliens, like “How Does One Dispose of Alien Remains Without Poisoning the Water” and “Wow Insurance Companies Are Really Not Equipped for This,” but Tony suspects that “Steve Rogers is Actually Very Funny” and “Steve Rogers is a Stealthy Bastard” probably shouldn’t be as close to the top of the list as they are.

Timeline runs from after Captain America: The First Avenger to just after Avengers: Age of Ultron.

Five Times Tony Stark Talked Himself Out Of Trouble (And One Time He Couldn’t Quite Manage It) (ao3) - rainproof T, 15k

Summary: “Trouble” might not be Tony Stark’s middle name, but on most days it felt a hell of a lot more appropriate than “Edward”.

Friends with benefits? (ao3) - Hotaru_Tomoe E, 12k

Summary: Five times Steve and Tony have casual sex and avoid having an adult conversation, and one time they don’t.

if I time it right, the thunder breaks (when I open my mouth) (ao3) - nanasekei N/R, 11k

Summary: “You know,” Tony mumbles, because Tony never stops talking. “When you say shit like - like that, it’s… It’s hard.” His voice is slurred now, his eyes closed, as if he’s not even sure he’s still saying anything aloud. “Because I know I should believe you, but I – I wanna believe it so bad, so fucking much, that it feels like I shouldn’t. Like, the second I believe it, the other shoe’s gonna drop, and you’re gonna find out you don’t mean it.”

Or: Five Times Steve told Tony he loved him, and one time he didn't need to.

I'm A Grown-Ass Man (ao3) - Not Applicable (not_applicable) M, 3k

Summary: or, 5 Times Steve Carried Tony and 1 Time Tony Didn't Mind. At all.

oh baby I can't even explain (ao3) - muchmoremajestic T, 10k

Summary: Prompt: Steve and Tony dance around each other, wanting to ask each other out on a first date, but things keep getting in the way from the random invasions on campus to each of them being nervous/getting in their own way.

Or: The five times Steve and Tony tried to ask each other out, and the one time they finally got it together.

shadows of the mess you made (ao3) - ithinkiwannamarvelyou G, 2k

Summary: Every time he closes his eyes, he's brought back to the night in Siberia, the way Tony threw his hands up over his head, right before Steve brought the shield down. Sam and Nat are nice enough to ignore the way he wakes up with a jolt, gasping at the memory of his shield slicing into Tony's armor.

(5 times steve wanted to call tony + the 1 time he was able to)

Territory Negotiations (ao3) - Desiderii E, 20k

Summary: The Kill for a Cuppa is the the number-one parahuman stomping ground in the city. For Tony, a feral, it's one of the only neutral territories he's willing to frequent (where frequent means both drink coffee and nap on the couch as well as proposition likely strangers for a quick fuck in the alley). When his attempt to publicly seduce a gorgeous golden tabby named Steve Rogers backfires, Tony is forced to decide how far past 'lust' and into 'the real Tony Stark' territory he's willing to go.

(A the Avengers are catpeople who work in a coffee shop AU that is, more or less, subtitled Five Times Steve Rogers Left Without Tony Stark, and the One Time He Didn't.)

The Five Stages of Losing You (ao3) - MarvelousMenagerie (HiddenOne) M, 8k

Summary: Tony didn’t think he was supposed to like the man his boyfriend was cheating on him with, but turns out that liking Bucky Barnes wasn’t the problem.

The 5 stages of grief as Tony loses one relationship, +1 as he gains another.

When I think about you (ao3) - sirona E, 11k

Summary: Five times someone saw Steve sass the hell out of Tony and one time Tony finally bought a clue. Also known as the story of Captain Sasspants more than handling his own with Tony Stark at his most devious.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #stony #steve rogers #tony stark #5times #5times masterlist #masterlists

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thesugarclubs-blog · 2 years

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The Groomsman - Steve Rogers x OC

warnings: Fluff, mentions of heartbreak, smut ( 18+, minors DNI)

word count: 5.8k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/story/318688956-the-groomsman

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Elaine sighed, leaning back against the soft cushioned chair as she took a sip from her wine, watching as Bruce and Natasha floated through their first dance. She was grateful that Nat had asked her to be a bridesmaid, and even more thankful that Nat had actually picked out gorgeous bridesmaid dresses. Elaine smoothed out the soft green silk draped over her legs, feeling a tiny tap on her shoulder.

She turned, finding a very bright eyed Morgan smiling up at her. “Miss Ellie, where is your boyfriend?”

Elaine laughed gently, hiding the small pang in her chest. “Oh sweetie, he’s not coming.” A frown formed on the little girl's face as Elaine reached forward, smoothing out the baby hairs, “Derrick won’t be around anymore sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

“Why? Is he in space like my dad?” Morgan asked and Elaine gave her a sad smile, shaking her head. Tony was gone for a while now and Pepper told her that he was in space, looking down at her - it was kinda cute that she could think of her dad fighting the bad guys up in space and protecting her from above.

She reached down before tucking a strand of hair behind Morgan’s ear, her attempt to hide her now glossy eyes. “No sweetie, he’s not in space” she sighed, “still living in his mother’s basement though” she added, quiet enough that the curious child doesn’t hear.

Morgan climbed onto the chair next to Elaine, the tulle of her flower girl dress creating an obstacle that made the little girl grunt and grumble before she finally made it onto the satin-covered seat.

"I heard Mommy tell Auntie Wanda she wants to fix you up...are you broken?" she asked, button nose scrunched up as she starts building a tower with the place cards.

Feels that way, Elaine thought to herself, dismissing the aching feeling in her chest.

She handed Morgan another card, “she wants to find me a new boyfriend because she thinks that’s what I need.”

Morgan paused before she set another card on top of the growing tower. She bit her lip in concentration, very carefully placing it on the pile.

Ellie’s heart swelled as the young girl admired her work, a smile on her face. Morgan’s brain worked so much like her dad’s. She grabbed another place card and turned it over in her hands, squinting to read the elegant cursive.

“Miss Ellie, what does this one say? I can’t read the squiggles.” Elaine laughed and took the card from Morgan.

“It says-“

“Steve Rogers,” a deep voice from behind her said.

He stood there like a god dressed in a well tailored Armani suit. His dirty blonde hair slicked back, crystal blue eyes directed at Morgan. "Little Miss Morgan, care for a dance ?" he held his big hand out to Morgan.

Morgan’s eyes remained trained on her stacked cards, while Elaine turned her head slightly to face the man smiling down at them.

“I’m busy now Uncle Steve.” She dismissed him through concentrated huffs.

He lifted a brow as his eyes landed on Elaine, she needed to bite down on her lips to contain a giggle when Morgan sighed and rolled her eyes from being interrupted.

His face softened when they locked eyes, lips turning into a soft smile. “May I ask you for a dance instead, Elaine? If Derrick doesn’t mind it of course.”

God, this guy was charming as hell, it was making Elaine nervous, but she extended her hand regardless of the butterflies in her stomach while Morgan frowned exactly like her dad as she worked through the structural problems of her tiny tower.

"I would love to," she said softly. "So long as we don't keep Miss Morgan waiting for too long."

Steve took her hand with a smile and lead her to the dance floor. Elaine placed her free hand on his shoulder and they began to slowly dance to the music. A wave of her nerves washed over her as she looked up, deep ocean blue eyes piercing her own, Steve flashed the goofy side smile he had when he didn't know exactly what to say.

"Derrick wouldn't mind," she blurted, a soft blush crept up the back of her neck from the word vomit.

"As far as I can remember, he wasn't so calm when Bucky tried to show you a move where he was touching your arm," he said as they danced, oblivious to the fact that she was sad and hiding what really happened that day.

“Yeah well Derrick’s sorry ass will have to stuffer this time,” she replied. If it wasn’t for this handsome man in front of her, she would’ve broken down in floods of tears just saying the name.

Elaine felt the rough pad of his thumb rub soothingly on her lower back, where his hand held her close as they drifted across the dance floor.

"Everything okay?" Steve asked, the tears in her eyes shining in the warm light of the reception hall.

She tried to blink away her tears but one spilled out over her cheeks as she stepped back from him. “I’m sorry, excuse me a minute,” she said and quickly left the room, leaning against the wall outside.

Steve stood perplexed for a second before she could hear his footfall trailing behind her to where she stood outside. He saw her leaning, shoulders shaking, and she made a feeble attempt to hide her sniffles from him.

"Hey... Hey, Elaine, you okay?" Steve asked as he approached her slowly.

Elaine huffed, fixing the satin of her dress and using the back of her hand to blot any stray tears that may have escaped her before turning to him with a forced smile.

"I'm fine, when a woman doesn't answer the first time, it's usually because she's trying to keep her private life... private. I appreciate the concern and thank you for the dance but I'm going to go find myself a drink, I'm sure there are plenty of other desperate women inside you can dance with."

Steve stood stunned, his mouth open. His face softened, “Elaine, that’s not what I meant- I just- I’m sorry.”

He scratched his well-groomed beard but took a careful step towards her. He reached out his hand tentatively to wipe away the stray tear that fell on her cheek, the warmth of his skin on hers making her shiver.

"It's fine, Steve. I'd rather not talk about it." She sighed.

She probably shouldn't have said anything in the first place. She wanted to enjoy the dance with him, there were just too many feelings being brought up unbeknownst to others for her to be able to keep her emotions in line today.

His hand traveled down to her shoulder and along her arm, stopping on her hand for a brief second before he pulled back with a small sigh.

His touch was enough to make her feel butterflies in her stomach, palms getting sweaty. “I understand. Can I at least keep you company with that drink?”

Elaine took a deep breath and gnawed on her lip as she regained her composure.

"Fine, but the bar is a judgement free zone, just so you know," she informs him as Steve begins to smile, his blue eyes lighting up.

Elaine moved away from the wall she had been leaning on and the two of them headed back into the reception and towards the bar.

“Thankfully Nat and Bruce have an open bar tonight. I think I’m going to need it,” Elaine joked eyeing him to make sure he wasn’t going to say anything.

Steve glanced down at her, a smirk playing against his plush pink lips as he held his hands up in mock surrender. "No judgment."

Elaine slid onto the closest barstool, reaching over the bar to grab two glasses filled with champagne.

"Come on, Captain," Elaine said as she passed Steve a glass with a smile. "I'm not drinking alone here. That's really depressing."

Steve laughed lightly as he accepted it. “I’d never make you drink alone, but I have to warn you, it doesn’t do much to me.”

"Then we'll test it, see how many glasses of fine champagne it takes to make a super soldier tipsy." She smiled at Steve as his eyes widened at her mischievous smirk and a challenging raised eyebrow.

“You know that I can outdrink Thor right?” Steve laughed, “if you stand a chance we’re going to need this.”

He reached past her, his chest brushing against her shoulder as he gripped the neck of the champagne bottle against the bartender's protests and gave her a wink. Elaine grew warm from the contact and watched as he led her toward an empty hallway off the side of the ballroom.

Four glasses of champagne later, Elaine’s head was swimming.

“Absolutely not,” Elaine said through giggles, leaning against the wall behind the plush bench they sat on. “You are not lifting me up at this wedding.” Steve let out a laugh, straight from his belly.

"Come on Rogers, you're giving up on me ?" Elaine punched Steve playfully.

He smirked mischievously and without saying a single thing he lifted her, as if she weighed absolutely nothing, showing his strength as she laughed against his hold as he walked her toward the door of the balcony.

"Put me down, you brute." Elaine protested theatrically.

Steve placed her back on the floor gently, holding his arms out to steady her as she huffed out a laugh and found back her footing.

"Well, I got you to laugh so I'd say the mission was a success," he said, smiling down at her.

She smiled softly as she crossed her arms and looked to the side to face the lake, the moonlight reflecting on the water making it look like sparkling diamonds.

“Yeah, you did…” She stared into his beautiful eyes again, cheeks flushing when he looked down to her lips and up again. “ …thank you. “

Elaine wobbled slightly in her heels, overwhelmed and a little tipsier than she anticipated.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Steve laughed. "You okay?"

"Yeah- no," she confessed with a laugh, her cheeks flaming. "I think I overestimated just how much champagne I can take. I should probably go back to my hotel room. It's, uh, just upstairs."

"Of course," Steve replied with a nod, his hands still on her shoulders. "I'll walk you. You got your room key?"

She handed him her purse and he fumbled through it, pulling out a key card and slipping it into his pocket with a wink.

"So you don't lose it."

“My knight in shiny armor…. Or is it super soldier in a shiny suit?” Elaine giggled as she tried to walk in a straight line, it clearly wasn’t going to happen so she leaned down and took her shoes off.

Steve held out his arms like he was waiting for a newly walking toddler to fall, brows furrowed and watching her peel the straps of her shoes over her heel, shrinking in height as she stood back up. Elaine smiled, wobbling once more as she reached for his arms, her fingers gripping around the softness of his suit. Her eyes met his again and she squinted as if she was studying his face as a bright smile spread across her lips. "I never realized how blue your eyes were."

He grinned, hooking his arm with hers. "I'm thinking that the champagne is talkin' now, Elaine."

“Steve, why are you so tall?” she pouted, not really paying attention to what he said.

He chuckled, “I don’t know. Why are you so tiny?” he smirked as he pushed the button to the elevator.

“I want to take the stairs.” she protested.

"That's probably not the best idea, sweetheart," Steve murmured, meeting her glassy stare. At the ding, Steve's hand drifted down to her hip as he guided her onto the elevator.

Elaine huffed, leaning against the wall of the elevator. “Yeah alright,” she sighed, shaking her head lightly trying to clear it.

Seeing her sway slightly on her feet, Steve slid his hand on her lower back to steady her, leaning close enough to her, that she could inhale his cologne.

"You smell really nice, Stevie." She whispered to him, her drunken brain not really thinking through the thought before it left her mouth.

“Stevie?” He chuckled softly, his head dipping down as a boyish grin washed across his face. “Only person that calls me that is Buck—“

He stopped and looked over at her with regret and sympathy swimming in his blue eyes. “It’s okay, Barnes wasn’t the reason my boyfriend of five years dumped me the week before the most public social event of my life. Really. Fine.”

Steve’s eyes widened. Elaine hiccuped, the weight of her words hanging in the air. She could feel the warmth of Steve’s big hand still resting on her lower back.

She knew she was drunk, and she knew whatever she was feeling was probably just the champagne talking. She had never been a greedy person, but she loved the way Steve’s hands felt and she wanted more.

“Well… the truth really is out there, I guess,” she laughed awkwardly unable to take back her words and thoughts.

"I'm really sorry, Elaine. You don't have to say anything more if you don't want to but for what it's worth, you deserved better anyways." Steve rubbed his thumb slowly along the small of her back and met her eyes with an apologetic smile.

She looked down and cleared her throat, blinking a few times in an attempt to erase the traces of how much Steve's words affected her as the elevator came to a stop.

“It’s okay…I guess I'm used to all of this…to being dumped when I thought I've finally found the one.” She quickly wiped away some tears that managed to escape with the back of her hand.

The doors opened and Elaine sniffled, stepping forward, but Steve grabbed her wrist and stopped her, holding the doors open with one arm, his biceps flexing through his suit jacket.

"Elaine? It was his loss, okay? You're... a really wonderful girl, and he's an idiot," Steve tells her as his eyes lock with hers.

She smiled at him and closed her eyes shaking her head a little trying to get it to stop spinning.

“I think … the champagne has finally gotten to me. Everything is spinning, I think I need some water or a snack,” she let out a small laugh.

"I think we can manage that," He smiled, her chest growing tighter as he stepped forward, wrapping his arm around her waist, "Let's get you fed." Elaine nodded, letting him hold her steady as they walked down the hallway towards her room.

At the hotel room door, she took the key from Steve, fingers grazing his gently.

"I was curious," Elaine murmured, studying the pattern of the carpet beneath his incredibly shiny shoes. "Would you...I mean, could you...stay? For a little while?"

Steve looked hesitant so she added, “I just don’t want to be alone right now.” His face softened and he nodded, letting her slide the key into the slot and open the door for them.

As they entered, the dimly lit room was in a bit of disarray, Elaine winced when she saw the mess she made getting ready that day shoved to a corner.

"Sorry, as you can see, I'm a bit of a mess..." Elaine said to him as an embarrassed flush colored her already flushed cheeks, walking ahead of him farther into the room.

"Would you believe my room looks the same?" He laughed letting the door close behind him with a click. She awkwardly laughed, scrambling to throw her dirty clothes back into her bag, and clumsily kicked it from view as she turned back to see him helping himself to the fridge.

He stood up with his arms full of snacks. Dumping some on the bed, he laughed as he stood over his haul- his blue eyes twinkling. Elaine immediately felt at ease, feelings her shoulders relax and her blush subside.

Something about Steve was so comforting, especially when he was silly and mischievous. She was seeing another side of Captain America, and it felt nice to know he was letting her in.

Now, if only she could do the same.

“They have the good stuff here!” He was practically giggling. “Snickers, those tiny sodas… Hope Bruce and Natasha don’t mind that we rack up the bill with mini fridge snacks.”

Elaine couldn’t help but laugh, he acted like a little kid who got way too excited in the candy section.

“If that means we’ll get to see a Bruce turning all green, I’m happy with that. “ She pointed a snickers bar at him as she winked with a huge grin, plopping down onto the bed to rest against the headboard.

Steve snorted with laughter and climbed onto the bed next to her.

"Just what Natasha needs after a long day-- although, I guess he wouldn't find out until checkout, and I can run faster than him," he replied as he handed her a tiny can of soda, their fingers brushing as both of their cheeks turned a soft shade of pink and Steve cleared his throat awkwardly.

Elaine took a sip of her soda, the can felt much bigger than it looked in his larger hands, the sight making her giggle to herself. Steve glanced over at her, a grin spread across his features.

"What?" He asked, ripping open a snickers bar.

She shook her head, taking another sip. "Nothin'."

"C'mon, tell me."

"Nuh-uh," she said with a shake of her head, feeling curls fall from her elaborate updo.

"You seem to think bein' all cute is gonna get you out of answering my question," Steve replied, taking a bite out of the candy bar as his eyes flicker to her full lips.

She shrugs, snuggling down into the fluffy pillows.

"I just didn't expect to end the day half drunk, full of candy, with Captain America in my bed."

“You’d be surprised to find out what Captain America does on his off days then,” Steve laughed, letting her cuddle up to his arm.

Elaine grinned, pressing her face into his arm as she blushed, caught up in his laughter.

"Oh? What does Captain America do on his days off? Do tell." A curious, drunken Ellaine asked as she stretched on the bed.

A faint blush appeared on Steve's cheeks as he looked down at the giggling beauty laid next to him.

"Do you want a serious answer?" He pushed a piece of her hair off her face with two of his fingers.

"Can Steve Rogers be anything but serious?" she teased playfully and it was his turn to blush. "I've heard you won't even swear."

"Who have you been talking to about me? Do they all say that?" he scoffed and she was too drunk to tell if he was genuinely upset with her. Panicking she sat up too fast, losing her balance she fell even further into his lap, her hand pressing against the soft fabric of his dress shirt.

They were adrift in a sea of fluffy pillows and Snickers wrappers. Steve’s hand gently caressed the soft satin of Elaine’s dress, and the panic she felt disappeared. She tilted her face up and met his gaze, while he lifted his hand to meet hers. His thumb traced slow circles on the back of her hand, still resting against his chest.

Just a few thin layers of cotton and satin between them. She could feel the heat creeping up her neck.

“I’ve been known to cuss,” he said gently, an air of confidence in his voice. “For example… Ellie, he’s a damn fool to have let you go.”

Elaine held his gaze as best she could, as the nerves bundled up in her stomach at his confession. She bit her lip holding back a smile.

“Steven Grant Rogers.” she gasped. “Language! Please.”

He smiled and brushed a strand of hair away from her face as he bit his lip.

"You deserve so much better than damn Derrick," he breathed as he leaned toward her and his hand slowly traveled down so that he could brush his knuckles against her cheekbone.

Elaine's breath hitched in her throat, his fingertips setting little fires on her skin as he moved. Her eyes met his as she instinctively leaned into his touch, "Like who, Rogers?" She whispered, her eyes trailing down his sharp features to his lips.

As she watched, his tongue flicked out and licked his lips, her mouth dropping open slightly in response.

“Someone who will treat you right, never leave you wanting,” Steve said, drawing her eyes back to his.

"Is that all?" She inched closer, feeling his breath on her lips as her hand wrapped into his tie as an anchor.

"You deserve to have a man honor every inch of you like every time he sees you, it's the first time." He swallowed thickly, his throat bobbing as he leaned against her grip pausing short of her bottom lip for silent permission.

She pulled his tie toward her, inviting him to close the gap between them. Their lips crashed together. It was passionate. They were lost at sea and desperately searching for something- anything- to keep them afloat.

Their teeth clicked as Steve slowly pushed his tongue against her lips. Elaine parted them and allowed him to slip past, moaning softly into his mouth.

She pulled away as he kissed along her jawline, nipping at the soft spot near her ear. “Every inch of me, huh, Captain?” she breathed against him.

Steve's breath caught in his throat and he giggled as he pulled away from her and bit his lip.

"I did say that, didn't I?" He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Elaine, I--"

Elaine giggled.

"If you're worried about taking advantage, Captain, I assure you that I can recite the full alphabet... just not backward because nobody can do that."

"I can," he replies rather confidently.

She leaned into him, grinning and watching his pulse race in the side of his throat.

"Just kiss me again-- if you want to, of course."

She heard him groan lightly, before he surged forwards, lips pressing against hers as his hand cracked her head. Elaine pulled on the tie, getting him to press more kisses to her throat, down to her collarbones, and the skin at the top of her breasts.

Steve looked up at her from under his lashes, his body curled around hers and she shivered, letting go of the tie to wrap her arms around his neck.

Steve settled back against the pillows, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and pulling her into his lap as he continued delicately pepper her skin with affectionate kisses. He took his time, showing her what he meant when he said he would honor every inch of her body. She freed a hand from his neck tugging on her dress to hike it around her thighs as she rested comfortably against him. Her fingers trailed up to his chest and hooked into the knot of his tie, swaying it gently until it loosened enough from his neck for her to throw it aside.

"I always wondered what was under the suit," she laughed her finger fumbling with the top button of his dress shirt as his large hands tickled her thighs and found a home around her hips.

Steve ran his hands from her hips up to her sides, sliding along the seam of her dress. His hands slowly approached the side of her breasts, and he looked up at her, silently asking for permission.

Elaine nodded slowly while her fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt. Steve ran the pad of his thumb along the bottom of her breast, cupping it slightly. He swiped it over her nipple and felt it pebble almost immediately.

He grinned. She let out a small whimper and leaned down to kiss him again, his chest finally free from the confines of his dress shirt. She ran her hands along his chest, feeling the firm muscles underneath.

“Please,” she breathed between kisses.

Steve took a deep breath and smiled. He was so nervous that he was almost white-knuckling the quilt beneath them.

"It's been a long time since I've done this," he whispered with a soft chuckle.

"I'll be gentle, Cap," she whispered. "As long as you're gentle with me."

"Always," he whispered.

Elaine dipped her head to glide her lips along his bare chest, leaving behind traces of pink lipstick on his skin, as he shrugged the shirt off of his shoulders. Steve groaned and pushed his jacket and dress shirt off of the bed with one hand while Elaine looked up at him with wide eyes. He grabbed the sides of her face.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Very," she breathed. "Help me out of my dress."

He responded with an eager kiss as his hands reached around the back of her dress to unzip it. Elaine whined as his fingertips danced up and down her spine.

Steve slowly undid her zipper, letting the straps fall down her shoulders and pool, revealing more of her breasts. Elaine stood, pulling the dress down it pooled around her hips.

“Damn…” Steve murmured, gaze raking over her body. Elaine flushed, and Steve held out his hand for her to take. She did and he gently reeled her back onto the bed then rolling them until he was bracketed above her. Steve gently pulled the dress over her hips with her panties, leaving her bare to his gaze.

Elaine stared up at him through heavy lashes, her hair scattered against the pillow behind her head. Steve ran his hand along her jaw, trailing it over her throat and down her chest tortuously slow causing her to close her eyes and press her head further into the pillow. He paused, gauging her reaction before he flicked his thumb over her nipple and massaged her breast with his palm.

She found the courage to open her eyes again, a gasp falling from her mouth as he brought his lips to the supple flesh of her breast as his eyes watched her with admiration and excitement. "Does that feel good," he blew against the wet skin sending shivers through her body.

He brought his lips back down to her nipple, slowly parting them around her. He swirled his tongue and lightly nipped at the sensitive area with his teeth.

Elaine let out a groan, as her back arched up from the mattress. Steve let out a low chuckle against her chest. He brought his face back up to hers and locked their lips together.

She reached down and hooked one finger into the waistband of his boxer briefs. She took caution not to fully undress him but very consciously ran the tips of her fingers along his hip- dragging them slowly up his back.

Steve let out a high-pitched whine, and Elaine giggled. “Sorry,” he said breathlessly. “Like I said. It’s been a long time.”

"It's okay," she whispered. "We can go slow."

"I'd like that," he replied softly.

He kissed her again, pinning her to the bed while he writhed against her, his cock grinding against her. Elaine moaned, and Steve whimpered in reply. She could feel his breath hot on her neck and then began to slowly drag her fingernails down his back, causing his head to roll forward and his eyes to slam shut. She wrapped a leg around his waist as Steve's hips continued to rut against her, grazing her clit.

"Oh, wow," he sighed and then began to laugh.

"Good?"

He nodded, cheeks flushed and pupils blown out. She kissed him again, feeling her heel dig into his hamstring as her fingertips slowly slid beneath the waistband of his boxers, teasing him.

“Really good.” He breathed and she smiled against his lips. Elaine slid her hand further beneath the fabric, palming his ass as he continued to move against her. Soft whimpers left his lips and she swallowed every one of them with soft tender kisses. Her body felt like it was on fire as the pressure in her core grew every time his cock pressed against her clit. The room began to fill with a symphony of moans and heavy breaths.

Steve grunted, hips beginning to move a bit frantically, cloth between them damp. It created a friction that had Elaine gasping as it pressed on her clit. “Oh, Steve,” she moaned as she felt herself approaching her peak.

His hips stilled suddenly, eliciting a moan of protest from deep in Elaine’s belly. “Ellie, I want to…“

As he stuttered, she reached between them and pulled his weeping cock out of his boxers. She would never describe herself as a patient person, and as she felt the weight of his thick cock- she was happy to be impatient. Steve moaned as she positioned him between her folds, rubbing the head of his cock against her aching clit. She moaned against his mouth.

“You want to what, Captain?”

Steve laughed and shook his head.

"Don't make me say it."

Elaine giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close so that the tip of his cock pushed into her.

"You don't have to say it, Cap."

His face was bright red and his eyelids fluttered closed as a whimper spilled from his lips. She cupped his cheek and kissed him softly.

"Is this okay?"

Steve laughed and gently sucked on her bottom lip, pressing his forehead to hers.

"I'm afraid I won't fit."

Elaine flashed him a sly smile as she pushed him a little deeper into her, both of them gasping softly.

"Let's test that theory, shall we?"

Steve's jaw dropped slightly, his eyes sliding closed, turning his head to the side as Elaine watched the wave of pleasure ripple over him.

"You can go further," She whispered, her fingertips trailing along his jawline and down his back again, encouraging him to move. Steve sucked in a breath, nodding his head once more, and pushed a little further into her causing a soft moan to pull from her lips making him grin ever so slightly. "Don't get cocky, Captain." Elaine teased.

Steve blushed, head tipping back on a moan as he slid in another inch. Elaine pressed herself against Steve, sliding down a bit more and gasping as he finally slid all the way in. Steve’s teeth were clenched as he tried not to move.

Elaine was reeling a bit but she breathed, “move Steve.”

He slowly began to thrust into her, finding a slow rhythm. Elaine felt herself stretch. She felt herself getting wetter, and already working back up to the edge-

Steve’s hips sped up and she lightly dragged her fingers down his back, pushing against his ass. This obviously encouraged Steve, as his hips snapped quicker and quicker. He looked down at her, his blonde hair falling against her face as he stole a kiss.

“God, Ellie, you are absolutely beautiful.”

She smiled and stole the kiss back.

"You're not so bad yourself, Cap."

Steve let out a bashful chuckle and groaned as he reached up to grab the headboard. She could hear the wood whine beneath his strong grip as his head fell back and he moaned again. Elaine kissed his bicep and his chest as his hips rocked against hers, pushing her closer and closer to her peak.

"Good boy," she whispered.

The praise made Steve move a little faster and he laughed again.

"If you talk to me like that, I might not last long, sweetheart." Another kiss. "You feel incredible."

Elaine giggled against his lips, "So do you." She all but moaned as his cock grazed the the spot within her that made her body tremble. Her head fell back further into the pillow, her hips raised to meet his as he continued his pace.

A soft growl erupted from his throat as she clenched around him, her body speaking silent praises with every thrust.

"Jesus El--" He choked and she swore she heard the wooden headboard finally crack under his strength.

Elaine shuddered and gasped, “I can take it harder Steve, don’t hold back so much.”

Steve shook his head, so Elaine pushed at him until he rolled onto his back. Before he could ask, she was straddling his hips and dropping down on his dick.

“El!” Steve gasped as his hands flew to her hips and squeezed.

She moved her hips up slowly and felt Steve’s fingers grip her hips a little harder. Taking that as permission, she slammed her ass back down, hearing her skin slap against his thick thighs.

Steve groaned, holding on to her hips for dear life. Elaine continued this pace, reaching between them to rub her aching clit. She felt herself getting closer and closer, as Steve’s cock continued hitting that one spot inside her- and she finally felt herself falling over the edge.

“Oh my god, Steve- please, baby!”

He nodded and groaned.

"I'm close," he groaned as she began to clench and flutter around him, her climax overtaking her.

Elaine began to shake, crying out his name as she came. Her vision went fuzzy, her head felt heavy and cloudy, and a wave of complete euphoria washed over her. She slumped over as Steve began to control the pace with both hands on her hips. He kissed her forehead and then the tip of her nose, nuzzling against her.

"It's okay," he whispered. "It's okay."

Her fingers raked down his chest and she let out a sob.

"Come for me, Steve," she whined.

He nodded quickly and with a few snaps of his hips, he spilled into her with a gentle moan. Elaine collapsed against him, her head resting in the crook of his neck as they both breathed heavily. Steve stroked her back and kissed the top of her head.

"You know, I used to take a gal to the movies or to dinner before I did this, but I guess times really have changed."

Elaine lifted her head and laughed softly.

"How about Bruce and Nat treat us to a movie, and maybe some room service? You're free to spend the night if you want, Cap-- unless you have some bad guys to fight."

Steve beamed and blushed hard.

"Just a beautiful gal to kiss," he replied as he captured her lips one more time.

Elaine melted against him and giggled against his mouth. This wedding wasn't such a bust after all.

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