#sleeping with tony 🥺🥺🥺

[professional-benaddict]

I have a story thing for you. It has little peter and daddies (Stephen and Tony bc I’m a sucker for that) and some arguments between partners but here!

Tony is working from home, and Stephen is making a snack that Peter will (hopefully) eat without spilling or spitting it all over himself. Tony walks into the kitchen, passing Peter with a kiss on the head. Peter just babbles, continuing to chew on the stuffed iron man’s head. As soon as Tony walks into the kitchen, Stephen and him get into an argument.

Usually, they don’t fight, but Stephen is stressed and Tony is working and the baby is alone, which makes one of them snap, leading to a petty argument about responsibility and caring for Peter.

“Tony you can’t just work every time he gets this little!”

“I’ve got work to do, and I promised pepp it would be done by tonight. As soon as it’s done, I promise I’ll take Peter off your hands!”

“It’s not about that! Every time he gets little, or even wants to play you’re working! I’ve got work too but I make time for our baby, who you don’t even seem to recognize 85% of the time!”

Peter overhears this whispered fighting, and, still little, doesn’t understand what’s going on. He pauses his babbling and chewing, instead listening in to hear what daddies seem sad about.

In the heat of the moment, Tony loudly says “it’s not my fault he gets too damn little to do anything for himself!” And Peter is immediately thrown. He thought daddies loved taking care of him. They always tell him they love when he’s small, kissing him and cuddling him when he worried about burdening them. But this- Tony sounds so angry.

Peter slides off the couch quietly, trying to stand on his own, still halfway between being aware of the argument and half clinging to being little. He slips quietly down onto his knees. And while daddies are trying to work through the argument, Peter slowly makes his way into his room, even though half of him is telling him to crawl to the nursery and hide.

He pulls a bag out of his closet, ear still tuned to the argument. He makes his way into the connected nursery, and grabs anything that screams “little!!” tossing it into the bag. Pull ups, diapers, pacifiers, baby toys, the soft paged books that he loves when he’s little, everything.

As soon as the bag is full, he tosses it into the crib, eyes filling with tears. Without thinking, he sniffs, and the argument in the kitchen seems to stop. Peter’s head pops up, and he slinks over to lock the door to the nursery, and his other bedroom. He leaves the connecting door open, continuing to pack his little things in various bags and suitcases he has in his room. Almost immediately, someone knocks on the nursery door.

“Peter, honey, you know the rules. Doors stay open when we are little, so that daddies can see you,” Stephen tries, softly. Peter laughs coldly, which makes daddies tense.

“Pete, come here baby. Is something wrong? What can daddy do to help?” Tony tries the knob again, motioning for Stephen to try the door to Peter’s bedroom. Peters resolve snaps, and he throws the bag he’s holding at the door, screaming. Tony’s eyes widen, meeting Stephen’s confused gaze.

“No! You can’t help!” Peter yells, slumping to the floor and sobbing loudly.

“Peter baby,” Tony tries, looking to Stephen, who mouths something about the door being locked too.

“Don’t!” Peter screams, startling Stephen and Tony, who pause for a moment. “If you’re gonna talk shit be quiet!” Peter screams, and Tony’s eyes bulge.

“Peter Benjamin Stark-Strange you know better than to use that kind of language! And throwing things? You’re asking for a trip over my knee” Tony tries, hoping it will throw Peter back into little space.

“Fuck you!” Comes the response, which Stephen gasp at.

“Young man! Watch your mouth. Come here and talk to daddy, what can I do?” Stephen tries, motioning for Tony to find the spare key to the bedroom.

“Stop!” Peter screams, sobbing louder somehow. “I heard you!” His breath hitches, and he gasp out the next words, almost barely audible “I know you’re tired of me…” Tony’s eyes fill with tears, and Stephen stills.

“No baby, no. Can you come open this door please? Let daddy explain?” Tony try’s, tossing the key over to Stephen, who holds it for a moment, giving peter the option to open the door.

“NO!” Peter screams, voice breaking, “I HEARD IT! AND I KNOW I’M TOO LITTLE BUT I CAN’T HELP IT!” He sobs, body shaking. “I KNOW YOU HATE ME, AND I HATE ME TOO!” he screams, pulling another packed bag to his body before throwing it at the changing table.

Tony nearly pukes, and Stephen unlocks the door, yanking it open immediately. Both daddies rush in, trying to get closer to the boy, who continues wailing. As soon as Stephen’s arms touch him, he pulls away, forcing himself into a corner, kicking anything that comes near him.

“No baby, no. Daddy didn’t mean that at all. Daddy loves you. Daddies love you. When you’re little or when you’re big or when you’re in between. Daddies love you regardless,” Tony tries, forcing Peter out of the corner. As soon as he tries to flee, Tony grips him, pulling him back so his chest meets Peter’s back. He places his head over Peter’s own, and rocks back and forth, shushing the boy who tries to push him away.

Stephen looks around the room, heart breaking at all the things packed away and thrown about, as if Peter was planning on leaving or throwing them all away. “Oh baby, shhhhh. It’s okay, it’s okay, let it out,” Tony shushes, scooting to allow Stephen next to them. Peter is still sobbing, though trying to curl further into tony, who holds him closer.

“What’s happening baby? Hm? Is this all because you heard daddies fighting?” Stephen ask, stroking Peter’s hair, trying to get Peter to calm down.

Peter nods, still trembling, “m too little! Gotta be big-” Peter starts, but Tony stops him.

“No honey. Shhhhhh, you can be little. I love you when you’re little. You’re so cute. Coloring me nice pictures and helping daddy work. Letting daddy and I help you bathe. Letting daddy feed you. You’re too little for all that stuff, and that’s so cute baby. If you stay big who’s gonna be my cuddle bug? Hm? Who’s gonna help me play with all these toys? Who’s gonna keep me,” he pauses, holding up the Iron man stuffie, “company? Hm?” Peter slowly takes the iron man toy, holding it to his face and sniffling. “Daddy got upset, and shouldn’t have said those things. I’m sorry baby.”

“Not a baby…” Peter trails off.

“No?” Stephen asks, smiling, “then who’s snack was I making? Who’s gonna get ready for nap time with me? Hm?” Peter peaks his head out of Tony’s shoulder at the mention of nap.

“Nap?” He asks, sniffing again.

“Yeah buddy, nap. We got all worked up and someone,” Tony tickles Peter’s belly, “tried to get all big before he was ready, hm?” Peter nods a little, curling back into Tony.

“M not too little?” He asks, trying to stop crying.

“No baby, never. Never too little. You’re my baby. Even when you’re big you’re my baby,” Stephen says, smiling. Peter looks to Tony for a moment.

“Daddy’s right. You’re never too little,” Tony slows his speech, as he sees Peter’s eyes start to glass over, meaning he’s going back down. “You’re my little baby, and I love you. Love you when you’re little. So soft and good for daddies. Even when you’re tiny. You wanna go lay down? Hm? Have a paci? A baba? Does baby need a change? Daddy needs to check to see, hm? You’re too little to know when you gotta go, yeah?? Hm? You’re just so little, aren’t you baby? Does daddy need to help you drink your baba? You’re just so small, so little.” Tony tries baby talking, hoping peter will go down far enough to nap until Stephen and him and discuss the argument and better ways to communicate.

Peter nods, fingers reaching toward his mouth. Tony notes that somehow, he looks even younger than this morning. “No buddy, no fingers. You want a baba?” Stephen asks, pulling Peter’s hand away from his mouth. Peter sniffles, and nods again.

“Yeah? Let’s go get a baba. Daddy will give you a paci and change you while I go make one, hm?” Tony tries to hand Peter over, but Peter’s eyes go wide and full with tears again. Stephen notices right away, and shakes his head.

“No? You wanna stay cuddled to daddy? That’s alright baby. Can he go change you while I go get a baba?” Stephen tries, pushing a curl behind Peter’s ear. Peter, in turn, smushes his face into Tony’s neck, nodding. Tony smiles a bit, and as he stands up, shifts Peter so he’s resting more comfortably on his hip, face still in his neck.

“Daddy was mean to his baby, huh? So when I apologized I got cuddles?” Tony asks, kissing Peter’s head. Peter nods into his neck, babbling softly. “You’re just so little baby, that’s alright. Daddy loves when you’re little. My sweet little baby. What a good boy. We know better now hm? No more throwing things or locking doors. Too little for that. We talk to daddies when we get upset right?” He asks, not expecting a reply. Peter nods again, and yawns into Tony’s neck. Stephen smiles, heading to the kitchen to get a baba while Tony moves to change their baby.

I hope you liked it oki bye!!!

DARLING BABE SWEETHEART HONEYBEE CUTIE PIE-💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 IM FLOOORED!!!!

You wrote me a whole ass oneshot and its SO PERFECT😭😭😭 the build up of the argument and Peter’s growing upset and him tossing out all his Little stuff?? I can’t totally imagine him on wobbly feet and his vision blurry from tears omgg😭😭 and the emotional making up at the end was so so beautiful🥺🥺💗💗 If this is your first time writing, then you should definitely write more because that was amazing🌸🌸🌸

#im just so content now omggg #and im just about to go to sleep so this was a perfect bedtime story ohhhh🥺🥺💗💗💗 #thank you so so much darling💗💗💗💗💗 #little!peter #daddy!tony #daddy!stephen #starkerstrange #ask

[marxzsoul]

Baby Kitten Ciel Appreciation

#since Ciel attacking jerma is going around I just wanna show more pics of him #Toni took that last pic it’s one of my favorites 🥺 #you can see how tiny he is compared to Artemisia!! #also 3rd from last is him sleeping…

[parkerpeter24]

HIII i am begging can you write a Peter Parker x reader one shot where peter and reader are married and have a toddler and maybe the avengers team find out PLISSSS ANS TYYYY 🫶🫶🫶

baby 🥺

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

requests are open (but i barely write stuff)

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“what is he doing on the ceiling?!” kate yelled as soon as you entered the lobby, searching for your little toddler ben. you rubbed your eyes as you approached a very baffled kate, “your child is on the ceiling! how are you so calm?!”

“it’s 7 in the morning.” you winced as you looked at ben, him giving you an excited look and extended his arm towards you, making you do the same, “come on, benny, come to mama.”

and he did so as, un-sticking himself from the wall as he perfectly landed in your arms.

your two year old was way better at this than peter when he had started out as spider-man. his hand kept getting stuck to different places and after a bunch of ripped t-shirts and a couple of haircuts, you bought him rubber gloves. however, that didn’t work either.

as your little boy nestled against your chest, you looked over to kate who still had surprise written all over her face, “he’s spider-man’s child.” you explained simply.

“but- what if he fell down?”

“oh, he wouldn’t. he’s way too smart for that, aren’t you, benny?” you booped his nose and he gave you a grin.

“yes, mommy.”

you and peter had kept your relationship secret for a couple of years, at least from peter’s superhero gang. so it didn’t come off as a surprise when the avengers found out that you two had a one year old. they were very disappointed in you two for not telling this big a thing but the second they saw ben’s cute little face and his smile, you were forgiven and everyone was happy.

when you agreed to move into the avenger’s tower, tony was more than excited. he added a bunch of toys to the huge playroom that was originally built for morgan.

you were surprised to see that thor was the most attached to your baby. he spent time with him and thursdays were reserved to thor and ben taking a tour of the city. you trusted thor, however you had only allowed this after ben turned two, which was only a few weeks ago.

whenever natasha was around, she would tell ben all kinds of stories about how she kicked bad people’s butts so that little kids could sleep peacefully at night and ben would adore those “tales” even though they were real.

“next time you find him on a ceiling, just show him a cookie, he’ll come right down.” you told kate as you patted ben’s back, gently lulling him back to sleep.

“if you say so.” kate replied, chuckling as she watched you for a minute, “you should get some more sleep too, you look tired.”

“he refused to sleep last night because tony let him have extra ice-cream.” you rolled your eyes.

you noticed ben had fallen asleep, already drooling over the material of your t-shirt as you carried him back to his crib, placing him securely under his blanket before you made your way to your own bed. your husband, peter was still fast asleep. you laid down on the bed, peter already pulling you closer as if it was a reflex. you felt his arm relax against you, his head resting close to your shoulder and soon you felt the soft caress of sleep take over.

the bedside clock showed 10:34 as time when your eyes opened again. the room was empty, peter and ben both gone. you quickly freshened up before making your way out of the room and into the main gathering area once again.

only this time you were greeted with everyone sitting around and laughing as steve held his shield on his lap with ben sitting on top of it.

“hey, babe.” peter was the first one they greeted you as he placed a kiss on your cheek and dragged you in the middle of whatever was happening.

“uh, what’s happening?” you asked, looking around.

“your child is stuck to cap’s shield.” tony said, an almost proud smile spread over his face to which steve gave him a glare.

“guess who inspired it.” natasha rolled her eyes at her two friends, however a small smile remained on her face at the little banter going on.

just then kate ran into the room, holding a cookie in her hand as she handed it to steve, “got it!”

“come on, kid.” steve said, waving around the cookie in the air in front of him. ben’s eyes lit up and steve smiled, “it’s yours if you leave the shield.”

however, cap’s efforts failed as ben reached out one hand to grab the sweet but didn’t move a bit to release his shield.

“i bribed him good.” tony shrugged as he sipped on his black coffee.

you watched the whole scene unfold, amused to say the least. you noticed peter snickering as he stood beside you. you smacked his chest lightly, “you think this is funny? go get your child.”

“and forget the spider-bike mr stark promised me? never.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #dad!peter parker #mcu peter parker #peter parker #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter fluff #tasm! peter parker x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm!peter x you #peter parker x y/n #tasm!peter parker imagine #tasm!peter parker x reader

[larcenywrites]

Sleepyhead

Tony Stark x Reader

Retirement has made Tony sleepy eepy 🥺 too sleepy even for a little fun 😴

Warnings: 18+ because there are sexual themes/references | but it’s just cuddly fluff really

Word Count: ~1.3K

The sound of chirping birds was a nice change from blaring alarm clocks and bustling life. The room was lit a natural gray from the mid-morning light, when it used to be pitch black from the early mornings still absent of sun. But more importantly, the once early riser himself was still under the covers next to you. 

He was lying on his stomach, face turned away. You stretched out your legs, carefully knocking them with his and shuffling closer to his warmth. Your nose brushed against his paling brown hair when you rested on his pillow, and you brushed over the scar-and-freckle-dappled skin of his bare shoulders. For once, your touch didn't stir him awake, still breathing peacefully in sleep. It wasn't always perfect, but since his retirement, you've both experienced more peace than ever. Your Tony was finally sleeping through the night most nights, and his light sleeper senses were no longer waking him up to every move and sound. Well, usually. He no longer needed to survive, but you were sure he'd never fully shake off all those habits that allowed him to get to where he was now: getting to live.

Maybe you should cherish what used to be few and far between, but the longer your hand rubbed circles along the soft center of his back, and your favorite smell of his sweet sandalwood shampoo engulfed your senses, the more you needed him awake. And it didn't help that he was still nude from the night before…

Your gentle hand drifted back up his spine, eliciting a reflexive shiver from him. You stopped at the base of his neck once he stilled, listening to his deep breathing and soft snoring, making sure he was still sound asleep, even though he wouldn't be for much longer. Your thumb brushed the short hairs on the back of his neck as you propped yourself up, now able to see the side of his face that wasn't smushed into the pillow as you loomed above him. You definitely liked the look a lot better without the once ever-lingering bruises and scrapes. 

Combing and picking through the soft locks of his hair, you finally stopped swooning over him and leaned down, pressing your lips to the side of his nose. He didn't even stir as you dragged gentle kisses up to his brow and back down to cover his sun-warmed cheeks. Scratchy stubble prickled your lips when you drifted down to his jaw, exciting you just a little more... and you couldn't help but tease the tip of your tongue along his jawline.

A deep inhale was followed by stretching legs and his warm body shifting against you, finally awake. Sort of.

"Good morning," you sang quietly, lightly tugging at his hair and gently sinking your teeth into his skin, an invitation to play, but the sleepy groan from his throat was far from playful. Smiling through your defeat, you dropped onto his shoulder with a contented sigh when he grumpily turned away from you, hiding facedown in his pillow. But instead of being disappointing, it was rather endearing. You giggled. "Don't tell me I tired you out last night," you teased softly, sliding onto his back. You sat up, straddling him, hands on his shoulders to hold yourself up. His laugh was more of a deep hum from his throat, and his smile was weak as he turned towards you again. 

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" His sarcastic rumble was still half-asleep and honeyed with an attempt at a sultry tone. His eyes were still closed, but barely crinkled with his soft smile. You weren't sure if the butterflies were in your chest or between your legs. 

"You seem pretty tired to me," you kept up your teasing. He wouldn't see your arching stretch, but you'd make sure he felt your pressing hands on his shoulders, and your circular grinding on his back. "Maybe you're getting a little too old to be fucking me like that." 

"Hmph." You weren't sure if Tony's huff was amused or offended, but it stirred you on either way. 

"I can start going easy on you," you suggested innocently. You dug the heel of your hands into his shoulders, smirking at the moan you drew from him as you began to massage down his ever-tight back. With another low rumble beneath you, you chirped up again. "You've just gone a little soft since retirement, it's okay."

"Keep on, and I'll fuck you like that again," Tony quickly retorted, voice still slurred with sleep. You breathed a laugh, giving up on your attempts for now with his empty threat. "Okay, sleepyhead," you said softly, reaching to fix some of the stuck-out hair he'd disheveled when he hid in the pillow. Your gentle touch swiping hair from his brow and tucking away those strays was what finally convinced him to open his eyes. With a sigh, he rolled onto his back, making you have to lift yourself until he was settled. You had to resist griding yourself against him again when your hands found a new resting spot on his pecs, and those tired, droopy brown eyes smiled up at you. He deserved a little bit of peace, but it was hard when a cute, at-peace Tony was one of your favorite things!

Instead, you slid your hands over his collarbones and up his neck, lovingly caressing his cheeks before your hands slid back down and met at the center of his chest. Where there was once a standoffish blue glow was now another scar for his collection. Thumbing shapes over his heart, you caught yourself staring too late when another set of hands tentatively rested around your calves. If you stayed like this any longer, those sweet and confused eyes searching yours would drive you wild. 

Tony was caught off guard by your quickly incoming kiss, smiling into your lips with a lively chuckle. He lifted his head from the pillow a little, finding the energy to properly kiss you back. You'd be lying if you said his soft lips melding with yours didn't bring a little relief. "Do you think you can get out of bed?" You mumbled and pulled back, causing him to fall back onto the pillow with another one of those cranky groans. He shook his head, eyes screwed shut.

 "Not even for breakfast?" 

He groaned some sort of no, but a brief pause brought on that usual smirk. "Why would I need to when you're right here?" The warm hands on your calves slid to the backs of your thighs, but you knew he was too tired to commit to the spark between your legs. Even in the worst situation, he just had to be a tease. "Don't make promises you can't keep, sleepyhead," you lovingly called him out, brushing your thumb down his nose just as heavy eyes finally opened again. He huffed a little at the nickname, but that smirk turned into a sweet smile. One that you couldn't help but kiss again. 

"Can't we just stay here?" He mumbled pitifully, nearly being cut off by your lips crashing against his. There was a sharp inhale, preparing too late for a long-winded kiss. He couldn't quite keep up, mouth slightly agape and simply waiting for yours to take the lead every time you pulled away to find a new position. 

"You're just lazy," you finally answered, pulling away to look down at him. Your hands found his face again, cupping his cheeks and purposely smooshing his lips into an exaggerated kissy shape just as he was speaking.

"I'm not lazy," he pouted, even cuter with the way you were holding him. Giggling, you let him go in order to take another kiss from him. 

"Maybe just... a little," you whispered between short pecks. One more long press of your lips to his, and you finally settled down again (for now), melting into his chest and nuzzling into his neck with a sigh that matched his contented humming.

"But I like it." 

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[dictee]

the way that in episodes 5 6 and 7 of amc’s interview with the vampire the relationship between louis lestat and claudia is specifically framed and stated like in like a million creative ways maker murderer lover could the children kill the father i put you on this earth I am your maker we’re his slaves it’s an honor just to sleep in masters house and in a gifset of lestat saying “clean up the mess” to his Black family he is literally at this point holding hostage. and actually in fact episodes 1 2 3 4 and the books the show is based on also support and build up to all of this. and the dozens of people on this stupid website were like that’s so girl mom of him and if you said otherwise you got called a gender essentialist bc girls can be evil too or something and then constantly there are posts like "all things can be true at once 🥺🥺🥺 sure louis gets compared to women textually and subtextually five times an episode and lestat is a wifebeater and is also abusive to his mistress and yes he has a mistress but lestat has long hair. sure lestat hunts claudia down in a scene that contains direct reference to slavecatchers of not even a century earlier but he has trauma and she beats him at chess #equality" like imagine constructing a whole argument about how jane eyre and mr rochester are essentially interchangeable in terms of instutituional power "Tony soprano had a bad childhood soooo" its literally nonsensical. can we have some fucking rigor and just common sense about a well written and deliberately constructed piece of media

[mountttmase]

A Mountain To Climb: The Sequel

Chapter Seven

Note - happy Wednesday all 🩷 it seem like years since the last chapter but I really hope you enjoy slightly silly Mase is this one 🥺 he’s so precious I love him but yeah any feedback would be greatly appreciated and thank you 😘

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 5.3k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut and angst

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‘Am I dead?’ Mason asked, his voice slightly croaky. It was the first thing he’d said to you since waking up and you felt the panic wash through you thinking there might be something wrong. Before you had a chance to speak or ask what was happening, Masons dad was laughing at him, shaking his head as he took a few steps over to his son.

‘No you’re not dead you pillock. Why would you think that?’

‘Why is there an angel next to me then?’ He loudly whispered, he gaze meeting yours and even though his was drugged up to the eyeballs you could tell he was a little unsure of what was going on. That didn’t stop you from blushing though as his parents laughed even harder and Mason became even more confused.

‘Wait, do you not remember who I am?’ You asked, a slight panic in your voice as you got a bit closer to him, his far off stare not really helping but the warm ditzy smile that spread across his face made you realise he was just playing.

‘I know you. You’re the love of my life’ he confirmed, reaching for you but all the wires he was attached to wouldn’t let him get too far so you approached him carefully and gently brushed the hair out of his face. Smiling as his eyes fluttered at your touch before looking up at you seriously. ‘Have I still got my balls?’

‘I should think so’ you laughed, look up to see him mum looking down at him with a disappointed expression whilst his dad tried to hold in a laugh.

‘How you feeling now Mase?’ Debbie asked gently, tapping him on the calf and he looked over at her with a goofy smile, almost as if he wasn’t sure she’d been there and he was pleased to see her before he shrugged his shoulders and scratched his belly.

‘I’m hungry and a bit sleepy’

‘Well when the meds wear off and you’ve had a nap we’ll get you home and see what you can eat’

‘What do you fancy?’ You asked, your hand still combing through his hair as he looked up at you in deep thought.

‘I’d love a burger’

‘Are you sure you’re gonna be alright with him?’ Debbie asked you, clearly worried for her son due to the state he was in but you didn’t get time to answer her as he was huffing and puffing in protest.

‘I can still hear you know? They didn’t remove my ears whilst I was out’

‘How do you know?’ You asked him, watching his eyes widen as he hurriedly reached up to feel the sides of his head in hopes his ears were attached. His face relaxing once he felt them before you looked up to Debbie’s worried face. ‘I’ll be fine, I promise. You guys get some sleep I can take it from here’

‘And you’ll call when he’s ready to come home?’

‘Of course’

‘Come on Debs, let’s go we’ve been here for hours. I’m sure Y/n can look after him for a little while’ Tony winked before they both said their goodbyes to the pair of you and made their way back to Masons house.

You understood Debbie’s worry, this was the first time she’d left her baby after an operation and you knew she wanted to mother him but they’d been at the hospital for hours without any rest and you promised to take it in shifts being with him whilst he was recovering in hospital before taking him home where they would be staying for a night or two before they’d trusted you to look after him on your own. It felt like a huge responsibility and rather that sit and worry at the hospital whilst Mason was having the procedure, you’d been home prepping the house for theirs and Masons return to ease some of your nerves. Debbie had text you as soon as he was back and he’d been awake for about ten minutes already when you got there but you could see the tiredness start to creep in.

Seeing him awake in bed made you feel lighter than you thought it would of and you took a seat next to him on the end he of his bed so you could hold his hand, causing him to look up at you with a smile and even though he was still a little dazed you could see the love behind his eyes.

‘Why don’t you take a nap’ you whispered to him but he dropped his lip in protest, causing your heart to break slightly.

‘But you’ve only just got here. I’ll miss you’

‘I’ll be right here waiting, I promise’ you told him, stroking over his hand to try and relax him before reaching down to place a light kiss his lips. He smiled up at you, a content hum coming from his lips as you pulled back

‘Hey, y/n?’

‘Yes love?’

‘They taped my dick to my tummy and I think it’s still up there’ he told you, the pain killers clearly removing any sort of filter he had and you had to hold in a laugh as he shut his eyes and got settled.

‘Okay, Mase. Just… go to sleep’ you told him quietly, sliding off the bed but keeping your hand in his as you watched him drift off. All you could think about was how much of a pain in the arse he was but he was your pain in the arse and watching him sleep so peacefully made your eyes sting. You knew it was only a small procedure and in reality he would be fine but you’d never had a loved one in this position and it had freaked you out a bit. However seeing him okay after all of it calmed you and soon after he shut his eyes you let yourself drift off with him for 20 minutes.

Mason was in an out of sleep for an hour or two as the medication wore off but when the doctor came to do his rounds he was happy enough to discharge Mason later that night. His parents came back to pick you up around 9pm and you carefully got him into the back of the car to take him home.

You had work the next day so you left mason with his parents to be babied for the day but you loved coming home to dinner made for you by his mum and you sat on the sofa with Masons arms around you to the point it was a bit difficult to eat.

‘Come on Mase, give the girl some room’ Tony laughed and you felt Mason peel away from you shyly so you kissed his cheek and held his hand whilst eating with other. You loved that Mason was touchy you you didn’t want him to ever feel that his affections weren’t allowed or that he was overbearing and the small smile he gave you let you know he appreciated the fact you didn’t mind him touching you. If anything you were happy to be next to be next to him after worrying about him all day.

‘I bet you’re happy you’ve got the rest of the week off’ Debbie smiled as she took a seat, joining the rest of you and you nodding whilst finishing off what you had in your mouth.

‘Yeah, although I’m guessing the work doesn’t stop here huh?’ You laughed, looking down at Mason who laughed before nuzzling into your arm.

You were wrong though, asides from reminding him about his medication and having to get up and down to get him snacks and drinks, he was relatively easy to look after and soon enough Masons parents were packing up to leave.

‘Debbie?’ You quietly asked, stopping her in her tracks as you both let Tony go and pack the car up so the two of you were left alone at the front door. ‘I know it must be hard for you to leave him here with me when you’re used to looking after him but I promise I’ll take good care of him’ you told her, watching a wave of emotion roll over her features before pulling you into a tight hug.

‘I know you will, love. The no one else I’d leave him with apart from you’ she told you honestly, the pair of you looking at each other with glossy eyes as you pulled apart. ‘Now you call if you need absolutely anything. We’ll be here as quick as we can’

‘I will I promise’ you told her, both laughing at how emotional the other was before you quickly said goodbyes and you waved them off from the door. Once back inside you were rushing back to Mason but he was almost asleep again, the feeling of your presence alarming him and he looked around until he saw you so he could pull you over to join him. ‘We’re do you want me, Mase?’

He sat up a tiny bit, patting the space by his head for you to sit and once you had he rested his head in your lap, grabbing your hand and putting it straightaway into his hair so you could scratch over his scalp and you laughed at his neediness. Not that you could deny him in his current state as you just wanted to make him feel comfortable and loved.

‘Thank you for looking after me, I love you’ he mumbled, settling into your touch as you leant down to kiss his nose, whispering you loved him too as the corners of his lips curved up slightly.

You’d never really looked after another human before, apart from yourself, but Mason seemed content enough. Getting stronger as each day passed and when you got to the end of the week he was practically back to normal. The both of you were sat in the garden so you could enjoy the sun whilst you had lunch when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

‘Who’s that love?’

‘Just freya, she’s asking how you are’

‘Oh that’s nice. When are you seeing her next?’

‘Well I was going to have dinner with her tomorrow but your operation threw everything up in the air a bit’ you laughed and he looked at you with a confused expression.

‘You can still go baby, I’m fine I promise’

‘I’m not leaving you on your own for the night’ you told him

‘You won’t be, Woody was talking about coming over tomorrow and you deserve some time away from me. You’ve been looking after me all week, love. I’ll be alright I promise’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Very sure. In fact, why don’t you ask her to come stay? You can hang out here if you’re worried that much and I can get you booked in at that restaurant you wanna go to in town so you can stay close’

‘But we were meant to go there together’

‘Just think of it as you scoping the place out first’ he laughed before pulling you into him. ‘Please baby, you deserve a treat’

‘You sure you’re not just trying to get rid of me’

‘Of course not’ he laughed, kissing your head. ‘I’m just making sure you’re looking after yourself and not just me’

‘I don’t know, Mase’

Mason huffed, standing up and grabbing your plates to take inside and you used the free time to text Freya back but she didn’t seem to want to reply until Mason got back and your phone started blowing up

‘Mason…’

‘Hush up. You’ve looked after me all week, let me look after you’ he told you, linking your fingers together before he laid his head back to catch some sun.

It was 2pm the next day when Freya arrived, and you couldn’t lie you were happy that she was there, pulling you into hug immediately and you felt your eyes brim with tears. Fraya had only moved back recently and you’d hung out a few times but this was the first time you hung out properly and after the week you’d had worrying over Mason you couldn’t wait to decompress and have some girl talk.

‘Here she is’ Mason cheered as he caught sight of the pair of you, joining in on your hug as he wrapped his arms around you both so you were all bundled together until you pulled away with a laugh.

‘Thanks for letting me stay Mason, it’s beautiful here’

‘You’re welcome. I can take your bag up for if you want’ he offered but she shook her head with a laugh.

‘Don’t be silly, I’ve got it’

‘Come on I’ll help’ you told her

‘Fine, I see how it is. I’m going to take a nap’ he huffed, walking back into the living room dramatically and you let him go so you could take Freya up to the spare room.

‘Shall we do your nails on the dining table? You can keep your eye on Mason then’ she asked, and you nodded your head, thankful she understood you.

‘Sorry I must look like a right melon, I bet he’s fine now but I’m still a bit worried’

‘Of course not. It’s hard seeing someone you love like that so i get it. He’s probably used to having you nearby too’ she smiled, reassuring you more than you thought you needed to be before you made your way back to where Mason was.

‘Missing me already huh?’ He laughed quietly and you dropped a quick kiss on his head as you walked passed which caused him to smile at you shyly.

‘Nah, she just doesn’t trust you enough to leave you on your own for five minutes’ Freya told him and he shrugged his shoulders in agreement.

‘Probably a wise choice’ he laughed before getting himself settled under his blanket.

You sat facing Mason, your eyes constantly flickering over to him as Freya sorted your nails out for you. Once she was done she smiled at you funny and you furrowed your brows at her, questioning why she was looking at you like that.

‘You really love him, dont you?’ She asked you seriously but you could see the small smile on her face and the question made you blush furiously. You couldn’t get any words out which was weird to you as you we’re usually so open with Freya but you could only nod as you averted your eyes to your hands. ‘I can tell. Considering I never thought this would happen It’s so lovely to see’

‘I never did thank you for stepping in and giving me a talking to when you did’ you laughed, finally looking up at her again. ‘So thank you. I really needed that push’

‘I know you did, that’s why I stuck my big nose in’ she laughed. ‘But i really am so happy for you’

‘Thank you Frey’ you whispered, both standing up to pull each other into a hug but the sound of Mason getting up made the pair of you look over in his direction. He was still half asleep, the left side of his cheek indented by the pillow whilst his hair looked mad but you swore you’d never seen anything more beautiful. The look he was giving you though made you both laugh as you clung to the other.

‘I don’t even wanna know’ he mumbled, stumbling out the room and towards the bathroom.

The pair of you spent the rest of the afternoon catching up until you figured it would be a good time to get ready for dinner. It wasn’t like where you were going was anywhere too fancy but you couldn’t remember the last time you got dressed up properly and you knew the two of you talking would only make you take even longer.

Once you were both done, you made you way back downstairs to see Woody already sat on the sofa and you gave him an enthusiastic wave as he smiled up at you.

‘Hey Woody. Where’s Mase gone?’

‘Holy shit balls’ you suddenly heard to the left of you and your turned to find Mason looking at you with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. ‘You look incredible’ he breathed whilst making his way over and you playfully rolled your eyes at Woody.

‘I think I found him’ you laughed as Mason came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist before kissing your check multiple time. ‘Mase’ you giggled, trying to slink away but he just held you tighter. ‘Freya, come here and say hello to Woody’ you called and you watched his face change as she entered the room. The same look on his face when he saw the picture of her you’d showed him after Masons game.

‘Ah, wood chop. Nice to finally meet you’ she smiled and thankfully Woody laughed at his new nickname.

‘You too. Ive heard a lot about you’

‘All bad I hope’ she winked, causing you to laugh as you tried to pull away from Mason but he was having none of it.

‘Come on, Mase. We need to go in a sec’ you told him quietly but he held you tighter, moving his lips to your neck as you giggled at his clinginess.

‘Sorry baby, but you’re making things tough for me’ he laughed before starting to release you.

‘Ubers outside’ Freya called and you quickly turned to give Mason a kiss before walking out, ruffling Woodys hair as you walked passed.

‘I’ll text you, yeah? And call me if you need anything. If you don’t feel well I-‘

‘Will you go’ Mason laughed as he pushed you to the door and you raised you brow as you laughed at his sudden change of heart. ‘We’ll be fine, we’re just gonna play some games and order some food. Forget about me for a bit yeah?’

‘Never’ you winked, giving him one last kiss as you were pulled out of the door.

True to his word, Mason had managed to get you a table at the new restaurant you’d been dying to try and the waitress started off by letting you know Mason would be picking up the bill so Freya ordered two cocktails before telling you everything she wanted to order claiming it’s what Mason would of wanted.

‘He’s not dead, Frey. Jesus Christ’ you laughed but she was right. He’d only moan at you for not treating yourself so you ordered way more than you needed, knowing you could take it home as the boys would probably be peckish.

It felt nice to be out doing normal things. Not that you didn’t love spending time with Mason but spending all day at home worrying about him, worrying about if he was in pain or not and then doing all of the house work he couldn’t do on top was exhausting. But sat here with Freya as you gossiped about people from work and just generally caught up on each others lives was zapping life back into you.

You did cave and send him a cheeky text whilst she was talking to the waitress about the dessert specials but he was quick to let you everything was fine and they were still playing a few games.

You were full to burst by the end of it, barely able to get yourself into the Uber home but it was later than you though and you desperately wanted to back next to Mason again so you both forced yourself up. Both a little tipsy but nowhere near as bad as you usually were.

You called out for Mason as soon as you got the door open and you followed his voice to where you left him. A sleepy smile on his face and a beanie now on his head as he looked at you, dropping his controller instantly so he could open his arms for you and you fell into him as carefully as you could.

‘Hello baby, did you have a nice time?’ He asked, voice slightly muffled by your neck and he just about felt you nod, kissing your neck in response before you pulled back to look at each other. Missing his face after a few hours apart before he snuggled back into you. His arms around your waist as he placed his head onto your chest and you could help but push the hat off to feel his hair however you weren’t prepared for what you were met with next.

‘What the hell, Mason’ you laughed, grabbing him by his jaw so he’d look at you properly ’wheres your hair gone?’

‘Woody gave me a buzzcut’ he smiled before his face dropped a little. ‘Do you not like it?’

‘It’s not that’ you laughed, eyes scanning his face and you couldn’t help but notice how his features seemed to be lifted and his eyes even bigger. ‘It’s just a shock that’s all. Didn’t think you’d trust Woody anywhere near your hair’

‘He makes a convincing argument’ he smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back. ‘Ever since the surgery it’s just been getting on my nerves and in my eyes so we thought we’d give it a go’

‘Well you’re still as beautiful as ever’ you told him quietly, dropping a kiss on his nose as he blushed.

‘What game are you guys playing?’ Freya asked as she took a seat next to Woody and she squealed with excitement as he told her. ‘Mount, are you still playing?’ She questioned, noticing how Woody was now winning as Mason had abandoned the game so he could hold you but he passed his controller over to her immediately so she could take over. Freya was as competitive as they come and was soon enough giving Woody a run for his money which he wasn’t very happy about.

You could feel Masons breathing slowly change, looking down to see him asleep on your chest and you felt your heart flutter at the sight of him. Stroking his cheek gently as you kissed the tip of his nose which caused him to stir slightly.

‘I’m gonna take this one up to bed if that’s alright’ you told them quietly as Mason woke up a bit more. ‘Will you two be alright?’

‘Yeah, don’t worry about us. We can sort ourselves out’ Freya told you, still focused on the game and Woody just nodded so you carefully pulled Mason up and walked him upstairs where you helped him get undressed and into bed before getting yourself ready to join him. By the time you were done he was sound asleep again, facing away from you so you crawled in next to him and wrapped your arms around his middle to spoon him before drifting off yourself.

The next morning you were awake before Mason and you didn’t have the heart to wake him up just yet so you quickly grabbed your phone from the night stand to catch up on everything you’d missed when no more than 30 seconds later a text from Freya came through.

You didn’t receive a reply but you saw the door open ever so slightly and Freya’s head pop around before she crept in and shut the door behind her.

‘What the hell Frey?’ You laughed as quietly as you could as she snuck over to the bed and gently got in next to you, both laughing your heads off but trying to keep quiet so Mason didn’t wake up.

‘Just because you share a bed with a boy now doesn’t mean I get to miss out on our morning chats’ she told you quietly and you pushed you face into the pillow to try and stop laughing too loudly.

The pair of your normally shared a bed or a room whenever you stayed together and you always reserved your morning to catch up on the night before. A tradition Freya clearly didn’t want to give up and you were thankful for Masons massive bed so the pair of you could scoot over away from him a little bit and hopefully not wake him him up with your gossiping. You’d been talking for a little bit until the topic changed to the night before.

‘What time did you go to bed last night?’

‘I think we headed up at like 1:30 in the end’ Freya told you and you picked up on her words instantly.

‘We huh?’ You teased and she rolled her eyes playfully at you but the blush on her cheeks let you know something was going on. ‘You minx, did you guys do it? Please don’t tell me you didn’t do it on the sofa cause I’ll have to get that cleaned’

‘Shut up’ she laughed, head falling into the pillow before looking back at you with even redder cheeks. ‘I didn’t fuck him, y/n. What do you take me for’

‘Well-‘

‘No, don’t answer that’ she huffed and you bit your lip to hold your giggles in. ‘We played a few games, I made us a drink and we sat outside and talked for a bit’

‘Aww’ you cooed, reaching out to tickle her slightly but she batted you off. ‘Did you get cold and he gave you his hoodie’ you teased and you could tell by the look on her face that he had. ‘Oh I love this so much’

‘Shut up’ she grumbled, attempting to hide her face but you pulled her hands away whilst laughing. ‘He’s sweet. And he was nice to me’

‘Did you kiss?’

‘Not exactly’

‘What does that mean?’ You laughed, trying to hold your excitement in so Mason didn’t wake up but you were far too invested in Freya’s story.

‘Well, when he walked me to my room he kissed my cheek before he went to his’ you told you and you’d never seen her so shy.

‘If Mason wasn’t asleep right now you know I’d be screaming’ you told her, both erupting into quiet giggles until you felt Mason stirring behind you.

You both froze as he rolled over, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulled you to him but the sound of both of you laughing caused Mason to snap his eyes open, his eyes immediately on Freya and you felt his body go stiff against yours.

‘Good morning sunshine, how did you sleep?’ Freya asked him playfully as you tried to hold your laughs in before turning you head to look at him. ‘I know it’s not everyday you wake up with two beautiful ladies in your bed but don’t be afraid’

‘What the fuck is happening’ he asked sleepily, eyes glancing down to you but you could see the slight smile on his lips.

‘Sorry baby, we were just having a chat’ you explained and he nodded before settling back down behind you. ‘We can head out if you’d like’

‘Its fine. Just pretend I’m not here’ he said quietly before kissing the back of your neck so he could go back to sleep.

The pair of you continued chatting for another half an hour or so until you could feel Masons tummy rumbling against you and you decided to wake him up so you could make him some breakfast. As soon as Woody walked into the kitchen you felt the dynamic shift and Mason looked at you with wide eyes as he caught on to what might be happening as Woody took a seat next to Freya.

‘Please tell me they didn’t have sex last night. Like I’m not against it but I’m not cleaning woody’s spunky sheets’

‘They didn’t have sex, Mase’ you laughed, both hiding behind the door of the fridge so you could talk in secret. ‘But they were up for a few hours talking last night and apparently he kissed her cheek’

‘Soft bastard’

‘Go sit with them’ you laughed but he just held you tighter to his body. ‘I’ll bring your food over in a sec’

‘No I’m scared. I’m staying with you’ he laughed until you heard Woody calling Mason over.

‘Oi, what are you doing in the fridge?’

‘I’m helping make breakfast’ he lied before you gently nudged him away and he reluctantly made his way over to them. You could head Woody gushing about much better Freya was to play against, not listening to Masons excuses of him still being a sick man and his hand was straight in yours when you finally took a seat next to him. ‘You still think I’m great don’t you baby’ he smiled, kissing your nose as he squeezed your fingers.

‘Always’ you smiled and before long Freya excused herself to go to the loo. Woody looked like a deer caught in headlights as you both turned to face him, a deep blush on his cheeks as he knew what you were both thinking.

‘Look, before you say anything, it’s not what it looks like. Nothings happened or whatever-‘

‘Woody, it’s fine’ you laughed, giving him a reassuring smile but you weren’t prepared for Mason to be bad cop in this situation.

‘You don’t have to explain anything, but I swear to god mate you hurt her even a tiny bit it won’t be her you need to worry about’ he told him, gesturing to you. ‘Freya’s a good girl and she’s always stuck up for me so just keep that in mind’ he said seriously and even though it was making you laugh that mason was being protective it also made you extremely happy that he was looking out for the people closest to you.

‘Ignore him Woody, I think you’re very cute together. You’ll be good for her she needs someone to soften her up’

‘You two are unbelievable’ Woody laughed, standing up so he could grab himself come cereal out of the cupboard and you couldn’t ignore the way he grabbed two bowls.

‘Thank you’ you whispered to Mason but he looked back at you with a confused stare. ‘For looking out for Freya’

‘You don’t need to thank me’ he smiled, his face softening as he kissed your forehead. ‘It’s nothing’

‘I know it’s normal to you but it’s special to me you’ explained, leaning forward to connect your lips together for a soft kiss but Mason had other ideas, pulling you into him further and holding you by your jaw so you wouldn’t pull away until you heard a scoff from in front of you. Looking up to see Freya picking up hers and woody’s cups of tea.

‘You fancy going in the other room, Woody? I cant be expected to eat here and try and keep my breakfast down while they’re sucking face’ she joked, the pair of you laughing as they walked out, leaving you on your own.

‘Finally, thought they’d never leave’ Mason laughed, pulling your face back to his so he could kiss you again.

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[starkerobsession]

When Tony and Peter are lying in bed together, during the day or during the night, Peter talks. He rambles. He doesn’t shut up. Usually he’s in his own little world talking about the most random stuff that come to his mind. The first time he notices Tony sleeping during his ramblings, he feels a little bit annoyed. How long had Tony been asleep for? Was he even listening or did he even care about what Peter was saying?

Then it happens again another time. And then again. And Peter really starts to worry he’s boring Tony, so it gets to the point where he just keeps quiet (a very difficult feat for him).

One time they’re lying together cuddling and Tony asks Peter why he’s so quiet, and Peter mumbles out that he feels like Tony gets bored when he talks so he’d rather not bore him.

And Tony is just like “no, Kid, you’re so wrong,” explaining that he’s had trouble sleeping for years upon years and hearing Peter’s soft voice is so soothing and comforting to him that he finally feels at ease and it’s like a relief for his body and mind to actually feel safe to rest. Peter relaxes him. His ramblings aren’t boring, Tony finds himself hanging onto every word until he drifts off to sleep, and even then, his dreams are peaceful because Peter is there in them every single time, like an angel.

Peter feels like he’s going to melt hearing this, and just snuggles in closer to Tony, smiling against Tony’s chest as he begins letting out all of things he’s been dying to talk about all day, feeling like the luckiest person in the entire world ❤️🥺🥰

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[goldenempyrean]

Hi, can you write a fanfic where Natasha gets sick but still goes to work?please ? 🥺

Conflicting Priorities

〚 Notes - Heyy, long time no see? Its been a few days :,) Guess which idiot caught a cold in the summer? Yup. Anyway definitely feeling better now so hopefully I can get caught up with some writing :D 〛

〚 Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Nat’s sick and is insisting on working but you find a way to work around that. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 830 〛

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“Seriously its almost noon! Why is she still sleeping?” Tony grumbled in annoyance as he paced back and worth, “Thats it, I’m waking her up.” 

“No, let her sleep.” You interrupted with an equally annoyed grumble, only your irritated was directed towards the inpatient man in front of you, “She needs to sleep Tony, she was up all-night coughing. It wouldn’t kill you just to cover her shift.” 

Tony stopped in his tracks and turned to face you, a frown on his face. "I get that she's sick, but we have a job to do, and we can't afford to have someone slacking off. It’s now her shift, I was meant to be in a meeting 10 minutes ago.” He retorted. 

You crossed your arms, meeting his gaze with an assertive look. "We also can't afford to have an exhausted and unwell Avenger working. It's not just about her well-being; it's also about the quality of her work. If she's sick, she won't be able to perform at her best, and that could impact everyone.” 

“What could impact everyone?” A quiet, raspy voice mumbled as Natasha shuffled into the room. Her usually fair skin was sickly and pale and her messy hair hung clumsily at her shoulders. She definitely should’ve been in bed. 

“Oh baby, you’re meant to be resting.” You sighed as you rushed over, cupping her feverish cheek as you felt her temperature. 

Natasha weakly leaned into your touch; her eyes half-closed. "I know, but I couldn't sleep anymore," she murmured. "What's going on?" 

“Nothing sweetheart, it's okay.” You said reassuring as you wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her towards one sofa leaning against the wall, “C’mere baby, sit down for me.” 

The site of the main desk and observation equipment must’ve sparked a thought in her fevered brain though because she suddenly gasped a little - which led to her throat rebelling, sending her into a series of chest-rattling chests - and you instantly knew that she’d remembered it was her shift. 

“Fuck. Sorry Tony, I’ll get right on it.” Nat blurted, pulling out of your hold and heading to the desk before clumsily falling into the seat behind it, “What needs doing, where are we at with the- the.. Hhi’tshoo!” 

Natasha sneezed suddenly, her head dipping forward as she effectively contaminated all of the older man’s files and schematics, sending him visibly recoiling whilst you on the other hand, rushed around to find a box of tissues to bring to her. 

You quickly grabbed a box of tissues and rushed back to Natasha's side. Placing the box on the desk within her reach, you gently rubbed her back to soothe her. 

"Hey, it's alright. Don't worry about the work right now," you said softly. "You need to focus on resting and getting better. I'll take care of everything here. Just let me handle it.” 

Tony, still visibly annoyed by the situation, sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Fine, but we can't afford to fall behind schedule. Make sure you keep me updated on any important developments." 

"I will, Tony," you assured him. "I'll make sure everything stays on track." 

Natasha, her voice weak and hoarse, interjected. "It’s my work though, my responsibility. So, I need to do-“ Her breath caught on a sudden inhale and you speedily swiped some tissues and pressed them into her hand just before she set off into a series of desperate sounding sneezes. 

“Oh baby, bless you.” You sighed, knowing you’d need to find a way around your girlfriend working before she would ultimately exhaust herself further, “How about I make you a deal, I’ll do half of your shift whilst you nap then I’ll when that's up, I’ll wake you, how does that sound?” 

Of course, you had no actual intention of waking her up. You’d just make some excuse about being in the rhythm and forgetting the time. She’d probably be too tired to question it anyway but luckily enough your deal seemed to be a good enough compromise. 

Natasha nodded and slowly rose from the seat, letting you take her place, “You’ll wake me up when it’s my turn?” She murmured sleepily as you nodded. 

“Sure baby, I’ll wake you up when it's all over.” You said, carefully watching your words, “How about you go lay down on that sofa, or even better go back up to bed for a bit.” But to your surprise, Nat instead came and sat back down on your lap. She cuddled into your chest as her legs slipped around the back of the chair. She honestly looked like a baby koala clutching into your chest. 

“Well, I guess this works too.” You murmured softly, placing a little kiss to her forehead as she led her head on your shoulder. Sure, it wasn’t the comfiest way to work, hell it’d probably slow you down. But you didn’t care. All it mattered was that Natasha was safe and loved. 

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[holylulusworld]

Hello, sweet Lulu!

I’ve been thinking of Goddess and Captain lately- I just love the humor but also the sweetness in their story!

Do you have any thoughts on how Captain would react if one of the first times he was nice to Goddess it momentarily glitched her brain and she ended up getting injured in a battle? Would he save her? Would he nurse her back to health himself? Would he feel absolutely awful and shower her in affection? 🥺

Hi lovely. Thank you so much for loving these two idiots in love...

A/N: I imagine this is (pre-) Worst minions ever.

It's another ordinary day for our favorite villain.

Damn, you feel good. And the new costume you got with the help of Carl, your most trusted minion, feels like a second skin.

You are ready to bring Captain America down today.

Enough of playing around with your nemesis. His good looks and smile won't save him today.

"Goddess," Steve dodges another attack. You just threw a car at him just for fun (and to help him stay in shape. Because you love America's ass.) "You look beautiful today, doll. Is that a new costume?"

"What?" You stop in your tracks. Did Captain America just compliment you? Wait...no. He wouldn't compliment you. Right?

"Watch out!" Steve screams your name. He threw his shield at you, believing you'd simply send it back or catch it like you did a hundred times before.

Not this time. This time the shield hit you in the chest. You end up on the ground, wincing in pain. "No...Doll!"

Steve is by your side in the blink of an eye. He looks you all over, praying he didn't hurt you too much.

"Whoa...you have a hallow, Captain Sassypants." You grin up at him. "But...why are there two of you? I can only handle one sassy Captain."

"Doll, can you hear me? Where does it hurt?"

Your head lolls back, and Steve fears the worst. "No. I didn't want to hurt you. Come on, Goddess." He carefully picks you up, running toward the tower to get help.

"HELP! I need medical help!"

"Capsicle, calm down," Tony grunts. "You know the meaning of the word enemy. Right? Why do you care so much about someone who regularly tries to kill you?"

Steve sighs deeply. "She's not a villain. If she wanted to kill me, I'd be dead for years. Goddess loves to fight against me, but she never tried to hurt me for real."

"This is sickeningly sweet."

"How is she? Can I visit her?" Steve walks past Tony to enter the hospital room at the medical bay to annoy the doctor checking on your condition. "Doctor?"

"She's got a concussion and two broken ribs. I'm a little worried about her mental state. She's talking about someone called Captain Sassypants all the time."

Steve grins. "Uh-I've got this. I'll take care of her..."

That's how you became his prisoner in his home. Even though he calls you a guest and pretends to nurse you back to health, you know Captain Sassypants tries to settle the score...

Not that you do not enjoy his attention, and the fact that he lets you sleep in his bed...

#lulu answers #worst minions ever ask #captain sassypants & goddess blurb #steve rogers #steve rogers & villain reader #villian reader #steve rogers x reader

[6rookie-writer0110]

When I'm with you I don't look at the time

Steve Rogers X Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Request - Hii! I was hoping I could request a drabble with Steve Rogers following the following prompt; "just both of them being in absolute awe of each other. how did i get so lucky" with either a gn or male!reader? 🥺

You and Steve are out just spending time together. You and Steve ate dinner at the mall, and now you are at an arcade with Steve.

“So people just follow the arrows?” Steve asked.

He is asking about Dance Dance Revolution.

“It's fun. But yeah, just follow the arrows but everyone looks at the floor most of the time” You said.

“Let's try it,” Steve said.

“You don't seem the type who would dance in a game,” You said.

“I’m not that bad” Steve giggled.

You laughed and you still think he is a bad dancer. Steve went to get quarters then he starts the game, you and Steve agreed on a song. The game starts, and you and Steve are doing badly but you two are making each other laugh. You and Steve didn't pass level one but you played again with him. You and Steve did play other games together and tried to get many tickets for the big prize.

“I think I can beat the Rubik's Cube,” Steve said

“If you say so,” You said.

“What you don't like your bobblehead dog?” Steve asked.

“I like it,” You said.

Before going home, you and Steve went to get milkshakes.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

It's Natasha’s birthday and Tony made it into a big deal, which she hates. There is cake, food, and drinks and some bought gifts for her. Somehow, Tony encouraged everyone to do karaoke.

You and Steve went to do karaoke together, and you are having fun. You didn't know the song and Steve made some lyrics along the way.

“It's cute how they are bad at karaoke but they are having fun,” Pepper said.

“Just both of them being in absolute awe of each other” Bucky said.

“I like them together,” Tony said.

“Me too. I need another beer” Natasha said.

After doing karaoke, you are outside on the balcony. Steve has his arm around your waist and he got you a drink.

“Thanks, I needed something to drink,” You said.

He gave you a peck on the lips.

“Same. I had fun doing that” Steve smiled.

“Me too. But I won't do it again” You said.

“I think you would do it again” Steve smiled.

He kissed your forehead then you go back to the party with him.

----

You and Steve went out to eat. But got food at a taco truck and sat down at the table area. While eating Steve puts hot sauce on his tacos

“Come on, Y/n try it on your tacos,” Steve said.

“No not my tacos” You smiled.

“I won't put a lot,” Steve said.

He did put a little bit and he starts to eat his tacos.

“How did I get so lucky,” Steve said.

“My blind date didn't show up,” You said and smiled.

“I’m glad he didn't show up,” Steve said.

You and Steve kept eating and talked about everything. Later after eating tacos, you and Steve got ice cream. Steve takes a bite of your ice cream and you are in shock then he kissed you on the lips.

“Just because you kissed me doesn't mean I forgive you,” You said.

“Oh, don't worry I can make you forgive me,” Steve said.

“How?” You asked.

“I just have to cuddle with you,” Steve said.

“You can't be serious,” You said.

“Oh, I am serious Y/n. Just wait until we go to bed, you will forgive me and cuddle. I know you so well” Steve said.

“Shut up” You jokingly said.

He is right and he can't stop smiling about it. After eating ice cream, you and Steve went home and then changed into pajamas. You did cuddle with Steve

“I told you!” Steve laughed.

You covered his mouth with your hand.

“Go to sleep” You laughed.

He gently moved your hand then he starts to kiss you.

#gender neutral reader #gender neutral imagine #steve rogers x male reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fluff #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #marvel x reader #marvel imagine

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (77)

Hilarius: Wovey! Hey, Wovey!

Wovey: Mr. Rich Clown?

Hilarius: Yes, it’s me!

Wovey: What are you doing here?

Hilarius: I need to tell you something very important.

Wovey: But it’s the middle of the night and I’m going to bed now-

Hilarius: Hear me out, master!

Wovey: No, I’m going to sleep.

Coryo: *joins the scene* Hi, Birdy.

Lucy Gray: Hi, Coryo!

Coryo: Here’s your very expensive facial masks and hair spray.

Lucy Gray: And the cucumber?

Coryo: What cucumber?

Lucy Gray: Did you bring the fresh baby cucumbers?🥺

Coryo: They were too expensive.

Lucy Gray: This bird is sad now.

Sejanus: Here! *throws a bag of vegetables at Lucy Gray* I bought you your stupid baby cucumbers.

Lucy Gray: Thanks!

Sejanus: Pay up.

Lucy Gray: Free cucumbers! Yey!

Coryo: Are you going to eat them?

Lucy Gray: No, I’ll just put them in my eyes and then feed the rest to a sleeping Jessup.😊

Coryo: You do you, Birdy.

Lucy Gray: My squirrel friends also want me to tell you and your rich sugar daddy to buy them a new pair of the Capitol’s coziest socks!

Coryo: For what?

Lucy Gray: for my new puppet show!

Coryo: Your size or mine?

Lucy Gray: Bird size.

Coryo: Noted.

Marcus: What a weirdo.

Sejanus: Hi, Marcus!

Marcus: *goes back to sleep*

Sejanus: Marcus, wake up!

Marcus: No.

Sejanus: Don’t die! I’m here to support and feed you!

Marcus: I would rather die!

Sejanus: Really?

Marcus: If you don’t shut up and leave me alone!

Sejanus: But do you like to eat some baby cucumbers before I go home and cry my heart out again?

Marcus: Ew. No. Go away.

Domitia: I brought cake! Happy birthday, Tan Tan!

Treech: Who’s Tan Tan?

Tanner: Me. I’m Tan Tan.

Marcus: Nice. Let’s eat.

Mizzen: Cake! *screeches like a feral cat* Give! Give it to me!

Domitia: No. This is for Tanner.

Persephone: Hi, Mizzenmast!

Mizzen: Give me the cake, Percy! Give me the cake before the evil sea witch steals it from me!

Coral: Festus, give me a knife.

Festus: Plastic or paper?

Coral: Stainless steel.

Mizzen: Cake! I want cake!

Tanner: My cake ain’t for you, gremlin! It’s for me!

Mizzen: I’m me!

Tanner: It’s my birthday.

Brandy: No, it’s not! Your stupid birthday was last month!

Tanner: I have 2 birthdays.

Brandy: Then I have 4!

Lucy Gray: I have 12.☺️

Mizzen: Everyday’s my birthday!

Reaper: That doesn’t make sense.

Tanner: I’m special.

Mizzen: I’m special too!

Tanner: I’m the birthday boy!

Mizzen: It’s my birthday too!

Tanner: Liar!

Mizzen: You’re the one who’s lying!

Coral: Can somebody give me a f*ckin’ knife?! I need a knife!

Festus: How about a trident?

Coral: A big fork?

Festus: A golden fork.

Coral: You’re the best, bro.

Festus: I’m the best.

Tanner: Excuse me?! I’m the birthday boy. I’m the best!

Sejanus: *starts singing* Happy birthday, Tammy!

Tanner: It’s Tanner.

Coryo: *joins in and claps* Happy Birthday, Tony.👏

Domitia: Happy Birthday!

Festus: Happy Birthday!🎉

Persephone: Happy Birthday, Tommy!

Tanner: It’s Tanner!

Festus: Whatever you say, Tambourine. Now make a wish!

Tanner: Thanks.😑

Domitia: What’s your wish?

Tanner: To marry a super rich farm girl and live a happy life with our cute children and cows.

Domitia: Nice!

Hilarius: Can we sing again?

Lucy Gray: Let’s sing again!

Jessup: *suddenly wakes up* Is it morning already?!

Tanner: No! Go back to sleep.

Jessup: Oh, okay. Goodnight.😴

Tanner: Night.

Wovey: Mr. Rich Clown, I want a strawberry cake. Can you buy me a strawberry cake for lunch tomorrow?

Hilarius: Anything for you, master!

Bobbin: Oi! Oi, you, shoo! Go away!

Hilarius: But-

Bobbin: Do you see that sign?! *points at a random wall*

Hilarius: What sign?

Sejanus: Is it a love sign?😀

Coryo: There’s no sign.

Bobbin: No Capitol idiots allowed after supper!

Hilarius: I’m not an idiot!

Festus: Yo, stop bullying Hilari! He’s already homeless!

Bobbin: No homeless idiots allowed!

Hilarius: I’m not homeless!

Tanner: Let’s eat!

Domitia: So who wants the first slice?😀

Coryo: Me. I’m hungry.

Tanner: I’m the birthday boy!

Mizzen: And I’m Mizzen!

Sejanus: Let me feed you, my love!

Mizzen: You’re ruining my cake!

Tanner: That cake is mine.

Coral: Gremlin, shut up!

Mizzen: Be gone, evil one! Be gone!

Domitia: Here’s a big slice for you, Tan Tan!

Tanner: Thanks, love.

Persephone: Mizzen, my bro, do you want a slice of cake too?

Mizzen: Yes, please. All of it.🥺🙏

Coral: None of it!

Sejanus: Marcus, do you want-

Marcus: I’m sleeping!

Sejanus: It’s chocolate! It’s your favorite!

Marcus: I’m allergic to chocolate.

Sejanus: It’s lactose free!

Marcus: I love milk.

Sejanus: It’s vegan friendly!

Marcus: Do I look like a f*ckin’ vegan to you?!

Sejanus: No.

Marcus: Then shut up!

Sejanus: Marcus, please!

Marcus: I’m going back to bed!

Sejanus: Coryo, help!😫

Coryo: Fine. Marcus, buddy, do you want a slice of Tanner’s cake? It’s chocolate and it’s really good.

Marcus: Make it 2. I’m hungry.

Coryo: Sure. Anything for 2.

Marcus: Thanks, Blondie. You’re the best.

Coryo: Of course I am.

Marcus: Whatever you say, love.

Sejanus: Coryo’s mine! He’s mine!

Marcus: Obviously! I’m not blind, Plinth! Your freaking “love marks” are all over Blondie’s neck!

Lucy Gray: They’re called hickeys, you uncultured swine!

Marcus: I know that!

Sejanus: That’s normal.

Coryo: Unfortunately.

Lucy Gray: Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Wovey: What’s a love mark?

Lucy Gray: It’s when-

Dill: Birdy, shut up.

Sejanus: So what do you think?😀

Marcus: About what?

Sejanus: The cake!

Marcus: Ew. I don’t like cake.

Sejanus: But you said-

Coryo: Babe, let me do the talking.

Sejanus: Okay.😞

Coryo: So how’s the cake, bro?

Marcus: It’s super delicious!

Coryo: I know, right?

Marcus: I really love the chocolate cookies and the strawberry filling.

Coryo: True. Love them too.

Marcus: So who baked it?

Coryo: Domitia bought it from an exclusive expensive fancy little cake shop earlier this morning.

Domitia: For Tanner!

Tanner: Thanks, princess.

Domitia: I’m the Dairy Queen.

Tanner: My Dairy Queen.😘

Domitia: Are you my Dairy King?

Tanner: The ever handsome Dairy King of your heart, my love!

Mizzen: More like the diarrhea king!

Tanner: Mizzen, you little sh*t, shut the f*ck up!

Brandy: Yeah! Shut the f*ck up!

Mizzen: I’m the Food Emperor! Fear me and my bacon pizzas!

Coral: I give up. I’m going to bed.

Domitia: I love cows.

Tanner: I love them too.

Domitia: I hate ducks.

Tanner: I hate them too.

Domitia: You’re perfect!

Tanner: I’m special.

Treech: Boo! Get a room!

Reaper: Bro, be normal!

Tanner: I’m special!

Lamina: Can I eat in peace?!

Treech: *bites Lamina’s cake*

Lamina: My cake!😭

Treech: Thanks.

Brandy: By the way-

Tanner: No.

Brandy: Where’s my big ass monster chicken?!

Persephone: No whole chicken today. Sorry.

Mizzen: Feed me more, Percy Price! Feed me more!

Persephone: Airplane or train?

Mizzen: Thomas and friends please.

Persephone: *sighs* Fine.

Wovey: I want strawberries.

Hilarius: Anything for you, master!

Wovey: That’s right!

Bobbin: Is Mr. Rich Clown your personal servant or something?

Wovey: Duh.

Bobbin: How?

Wovey: Bobby, unlike you and your stupid corn dog, I’m not a poor peasant who sleeps in a smelly cardboard box.

Bobbin: Curse you Juno Phipps!

Marcus: Can I have another slice?

Coryo: Sure. Here you go.

Marcus: Thanks. You single now?

Coryo: No, I’m still kissing and marrying my Seji Pie.

Sejanus: That’s right!

Marcus: Why are you even dating idiot Plinth in the first place?

Coryo: To be fair, we’ve been dating since. . .

Sejanus: Forever and ever and ever!

Coryo: Yeah, since forever.

Marcus: That’s rough, buddy.

Coryo: It’s fine. He’s super rich and he really loves me.

Marcus: He’s obsessed with you!

Reaper: Unhealthy obsessed.

Coryo: Same thing.

Treech: I’m super single. Wanna date me, Blondie?

Coryo: Sorry. I can’t. I’m not single.

Sejanus: We’re married!

Lucy Gray: I’m single!😀

Reaper: Thank Panem.

Treech: Thank you, Panem! We don’t need to see more weird talking rainbow birds in the future.

Lucy Gray: Too bad! I’m going to marry Panlo and his hair curlers!

Coral: Lol. The weird bird is going to procreate with the Panini Man!

Lucy Gray: I like bread anyway!

Sejanus: Mine! *hugs Coryo from behind* My Coryo! Mine!

Coryo: See. He loves me.

Marcus: Did idiot Plinth ever f*cked you or what?

Coryo: Literally or figuratively?

Marcus: You tell me.

Coryo: Both.

Marcus: Was he good?

Coryo: He stole my virginity.

Marcus: That’s unfortunate.

Coryo: It’s fine. He gives me a lot of money every time we fu-

Marcus: I don’t want to know!

Lucy Gray: I want to know!

Coryo: He’s sweet.

Sejanus: I’m sweet!

Marcus: He’s a menace.

Coryo: We’re working on it.

Sejanus: Coryo, let’s fu-

Treech: Boo! Get a room!

Sejanus: But I want to-

Treech: Not in front of my cake!

Tanner: It’s my birthday! It’s my cake! I’m the special one!

Treech: Don’t care!

Lamina: Can I have another one?🥺

Mizzen: You’re ruining everything!

Coral: Treech, get the ropes again!

Treech: I’m not your servant!

Coral: Get the duct tape too!

Treech: Ugh! Fine!

Coral: Thanks, peasant.

Treech: Curse you Juno Phipps!

Coryo: Juno is not even here.

Sejanus: Kiss me, my love!

Coryo: In front of Marcus?!

Sejanus: Yes!

Marcus: What a loser.

Sejanus: I’m not a loser! I’m baby!

Marcus: Loser.

Sejanus: Fine! I’ll just crawl under a dark hole and die then!

Marcus: Good!

Sejanus: *starts crying*

Marcus: Cry harder!

Coryo: Bro, please stop bullying my sugar daddy. He’s very sensitive.

Marcus: Do better, Blondie!

Treech: I’m better!

Coryo: I’m doing my best!

Sejanus: I’m the best!😭

Coryo: Whatever you say, Babe.

Dill: Seriously, why are you guys even here?

Coryo: To celebrate Tan Tan’s birthday. Duh.

Dill: Is that all?

Coryo: No, but I can’t tell you.

Lucy Gray: Am I going to sing my love songs on stage now?

Reaper: No.

Lucy Gray: Can I sing on stage now?

Coryo: Maybe.

Reaper: I hope not.

Lamina: I’m scared!😭

Treech: I can backflip.

Tanner: No, you can’t.

Treech: Jealous, Tan Tan?

Tanner: Bobby Corn Poppy can backflip better than you, peasant.

Treech: I’m not a peasant!

Coral: Yo, servant, where’s the duct tape and ropes?!

Treech: I’m not a servant!

Coral: Of course not! You know that you’re not just a regular servant in my eyes, Lumberjack.

Treech: That’s right!

Coral: You’re my servant.

Treech: Curse you Juno Phipps!

Mizzen: Cake! Cake!

Coral: I’m stealing your plate.

Mizzen: Evil! Evil!

Wovey: Can I go back to sleep now?

Hilarius: Fine! I’m just gonna say it! I’m just gonna say it once!

Festus: Hilari, don’t!

Lucy Gray: Say it, clown boy! Am I going to sing on stage while the Magic Man’s cameras are rolling?!

Hilarius: You’re all going to-

Lucy Gray: Sing on television!

Reaper: Heck, no!

Lucy Gray: With the bees and birds!

Treech: I’m allergic to birds!

Hilarius: There’s more!

Coryo: Heavensbee!

Hilarius: You’re all going to perform on live television the day after tomorrow! There! I said it!

Reaper: Perform?!

Lucy Gray: Weewoo! I can’t wait!

Lamina: I’m not ready!😭

Coral: Perform what exactly?!

Hilarius: Anything! Free style! Backflips! Somersaults! Magic tricks! Card games! You tell me!

Treech: Nice!

Reaper: Panem, help me! Panem, help me! *starts praying again*

Dill: But why do we need to perform for the Capitol anyway?

Lucy Gray: Free money!

Coral: I do love money.

Coryo: We need sponsors.

Bobbin: Sponsors?! But you’re rich!

Coryo: I’m poor and so is Hilari.

Hilarius: I’m temporarily poor.

Sejanus: You were disowned.

Hilarius: Temporarily disowned.

Festus: And I have a whole family of rats to feed. So I’m also poor.

Persephone: My werewolf wannabe daddy needs his medication. So I can’t afford anything too fancy or too expensive at the moment.

Domitia: And I’m just a farm girl.

Coryo: A rich farm girl.

Dill: But what about my Mentor? His evil family’s rich, right?

Festus: True. However, our poor Class President’s very powerful mommy will never allow him to sponsor all of you.

Coryo: She won’t even sponsor us.

Dill: Why? She hates you?

Hilarius: She hates me.😔

Sejanus: She likes me. I’m rich.

Coryo: We know, Babe.

Festus: The mad madam is tragically allergic to charity, poor people, mole people, and homeless Hilari.

Reaper: Good for her! I’m allergic to idiots, birds, and weird people.

Lucy Gray: Oh! That explains why you hate yourself so much, Reaper!

Reaper: I don’t hate myself!

Lucy Gray: Poor miserable Reaper.

Reaper: I hate birds! Weird talking birds who can’t seem to shut up!

Treech: Same.

Coral: Me too.

Lucy Gray: That’s so sad! Do you want me to sing a beautiful love song for you?

Reaper: Go away, Baird!

Lucy Gray: I’ll sing a lovely song about weird talking birds then.

Reaper: Break a leg!

Lucy Gray: Thanks, bestie! I Hope you’ll like it!☺️

Reaper: Ew.

Dill: But is that the only reason?

Coryo: What reason?

Dill: The sponsorships and all that television stuff?

Coryo: No, our “prestigious” school is currently facing bankruptcy and we need a lot of money to pay off our debts but don’t ask why.

Reaper: Did you burn a big ass building down or something?

Festus: There was a flood.

Coryo: A man-made flood.

Persephone: It was my fault.

Coryo: Our fault.

Wovey: So what’s a vegan?

#tbosas #crack post #crack ship #snowjanus #snowplinth #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #lucy gray baird #festus creed #persephone price #hilarius heavensbee #mizzen #tanner #treech #reaper ash #wovey #lamina #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #president snow #thg #the hunger games #hunger games #suzanne collins #alternative universe #thg incorrect quotes #thg fanfiction #thg fic #tbosas fic #tbosas incorrect quotes

[larcenywrites]

Headcanons for tony being horny as fuck seeing his pregnant wife around the house and she's horny as fuck too, you know, hormones

😏😏😏😏😏😏

Fuckk, this man can't leave his girl alone anyway, much less when she's walking around all heavy with his child

Warnings: 18+ | sexual references | pregnancy references | afab reader | one Daddy kink reference oopises 🤭

💠Nothing could ever stop Tony from terrorizing you- and especially not pregnancy. He's the one that got you pregnant, after all 😌 and now he gets to be reminded of that 24/7? Fuck

💠It's also not entirely because it's hot-- he just gets really excited when he sees you! And just gets so warm and fuzzy in his chest when you're curled up with him and holding his hand against your belly 🥺 And then those bubbly feelings kinda-sorta migrate south... and now he's warm and excited somewhere else 😏

💠Being, er, physical is usually how he shows his love anyway (you wouldn't be in this situation otherwise!), and he always always loves you! Sooo, yeah, he's constantly ready to love on you any time you're around (and make love to you ❤️‍🔥)

💠He's not exactly scared to have sex at first when you're getting further along, but he is overly careful. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing! It's sweet and loving when he cups his hands over yours and threads his fingers with yours, gentle and exciting when he buries kisses in your neck while pushing you back onto the bed. He's too worried to lay himself completely over you, making sure to give you plenty of room while he thrusts into you so slowly 🫠 Heart-shaped eyes watch over you so carefully ❤

💠But eventually he gets more comfortable. Maybe too comfortable, especially after you lowly moan to him one night that it's okay-- that he can fuck you harder.

💠You're just so pretty standing there in the kitchen, pregnant belly not entirely covered even by the oversized shirt and hand occasionally drifting over his unborn child. So, as with most things lately, when he comes to stand behind you with nothing but sweet intentions, hands on your hips and a smiling kiss on your cheek, it's no longer quite as sweet when your hands are gripping the cold marble and he's finally fucking the usual loud moans out of you. Well, the protective hand around your tummy to keep you from being accidentally pressed into the kitchen counter is sweet 😌

💠Honestly the shower probably becomes the easiest place. He can easily fuck you from behind and press himself against you as close as he wants as you're able to brace yourself a little easier with the metal handle on the tile wall Not as much clean-up either!

💠Eventually you're not really supposed to lay on your back, but that won't stop him from just curling in behind you, both of you lying on your sides while he pulls one of your legs over his thigh to give him more room to work with

💠He still does his usual aftercare, but he gives an extra kiss to the top of your belly when he asks if you're okay, while a gentle hand caresses underneath ❤

💠There may be a time or two when you kinda want to be left alone for once 😅 Or you really can't understand why he's so goddamn horny every day! You may not feel particularly hot or sexy at times, but you must be considering he finds the kitchen a suitable enough place for a nice fuck even with the oven's timer going off

💠And I mean... any sort of rocking or walking motions actually lull the baby to sleep in the womb. Look it up! He's kind of a dirty bastard anyway, but he's not... wrong 😳🙄

💠But Tony isn't the only guilty party 😏 Some day you may not want him to even touch you, and others it's all you can think about. You don't have to do any begging or pouting, as soon as your kissing his neck and drifting your hands down his chest, he's more than willing to fuck away any of your cravings 😉

💠Doesn't matter your mood when your asking. He doesn't mind if you're a little, uh, aggressive and pushy? Just straight up yell at him to come fuck you and he's laid up on the bed within a minute. Just as quick, you're riding the hell out of him while he harshly fondles your swollen breasts and lets you milk him dry 🥴

💠Other times, you're really subby and pouty about it. Don't worry, he'll do more than take over for you...

💠"Did Daddy not fill you up enough the first time?" He says so low in your ear, almost with mock offense. And with the way the hand around your throat traps you to him, and the hand drifting slowly over your belly, maybe he is. He slips into you from behind, punishingly slow. The grip on your pulse is tighter, but the hand on your stomach is rubbing soft shapes into your skin. His voice is such a calming sneer. "Hm? Need me to cum in this tight pussy until I can get you pregnant again?" You don't get a chance to answer before he's pounding into you, and with the intent to do just that 😏

💠Safe to say that it probably won't be long before he has you like this again 😌😉

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark smut #tony stark one shot #tony stark imagine #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark drabble #tony stark fic #iron man #iron man x reader #iron man smut #iron man imagine #iron man fanfiction #iron man drabble #iron man headcanons #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel headcanons #marvel smut #marvel fic

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Could you write something like Tony the 1st time Tony has a nightmare since he and reader got together. And he thinks she'll react just like Pepper, but she reacts the opposite way Pepper did 🥺❤️‍🩹

Nightmares

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ angst, but fluff.

🫠

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You stirred awake sometime after two in the morning, heading to grab yourself a glass of water from the kitchen.

The man sleeping on your right was turned on his side, both arms around his pillow, what you missed was the tight grip of his fingers on the fabric and his sweat-lined forehead.

After quenching your thirst, you padded back in your shared bedroom to find Tony’s face scrunched in anguish as he kicked the sheets that were entangled between his legs, mumbling something incoherent.

At once, you were by his side, figuring out the best way to wake him up without a jolt to his senses. You called out his name and gently touched his thigh first, trying to get him to come back to you.

His pillow was almost drenched with sweat as the nightmare he was witnessing ate away into his peace, torturing him.

“Tony, please wake up. It’s just a dream. Please.”

You put a bit more pressure to get him to rouse, touching his bicep only to have him grab your hand in a death grip as his big brown eyes shot open, wildly looking around to find the source of terror.

You held his wrist to get him to loosen his grip because it really hurt your arm, and he did the second he realised it was you.

“Y/N!” He was out of breath as he sat up, immediately pushing you out of the way as he saw his suit had raised his repulsor aiming right at your head.

It took you a second to realise his suit considered you a threat and was probably going to seriously injure you, or worse… 

Tony had disabled the suit just in time and you watched in shock, gathering your wits and trying to get your erratic heartbeats to calm down.

“Are you okay?” You croaked, perching next to Tony and watching him warily. You couldn’t decipher his face, there was a look of pain and surprise on his handsome features.

He startled a little when you placed a comforting hand on his back, rubbing it trying to soothe his nerves. You noticed how shallow his breathing was compared to yours and how his foot was tapping against the floor.

“Tony, it’s okay. You were dreaming, but it’s over now. I’m here, you’re safe, everything is fine.” You murmured softly, taking his hand in yours gently kissing the back of it and held it against your chest to let him feel your heartbeat.

It was something Tony hadn’t experienced before, this feeling that was almost alien to the genius; feeling safe. Allowed to be vulnerable in front of another person. Flashbacks of Pepper walking out on him crossed his mind as he sat there, focusing on your breathing and trying to match his with yours.

His analytical brain quickly concluded that you weren’t her, you stayed. You stayed for him. He was safe to completely and authentically be himself with you.

“You’re here.” Tony’s voice was soft with a hint of disbelief, filling his lungs with oxygen and your calming scent; welcoming you in his lap before burying his face in your hair. 

With both his arms around holding you like his anchor while breathing you in, grateful for what he had. Your fingers found their way in his soft hair, whispering it would be okay as you hugged the man you loved so dearly.

For the first time in a long time, Tony found a reason to believe those words. 

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[vbecker10]

Hi I saw your requests are open and I am new to your account so if my request is something you already written please forgive me. 🥺 I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is a really sensitive person and Loki has always been so understanding to that. When Loki comes home from a particularly long mission she has food and such waiting for him making him super happy. He planned to spend all week with reader but Tony texts him right as he is about to wake her to tell her he’s home and all hers for a week that his week off will have to start later because there is a lot of paperwork to fill out. Loki is irritated but decides to do the paperwork in their home so he can just be around reader but half way through the week she asks him, like she has everyday, if he would like to take a break and eat lunch with her. And like everyday he says no because he wants to get done to spend even more time with her. But instead of saying it sweetly with a kiss like he has done he snaps at her because the stress is getting to him. He continues working angrily until he hears a sob and the door to their apartment close. With a super duper fluffy ending? Sorry for the super long request I am a very detail oriented person.🤣

Ooooh anon... I love this idea so much!! Never apologize for a long request, it just gives me way more to work with! I hope you don't mind, I added a bit to it before he gets home. Thank you for the request!! I hope you like it 💚💚

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Sorry Love, I'm Busy

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: angst, mild smut, some yelling, fluffy end

POV: Y/N pov & Loki pov

Summary: I was going to do a summary but this was a very detailed ask so... there you go lol

Word Count: 4k words

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

(Y/N POV)

"Don't worry love, I'll be back in two weeks," Loki says while he strokes your cheek lightly with his long fingers. His other hand rests on your lower back, holding you close to him. Both of your arms are wrapped around his waist as the two of you stand at the front door of the apartment you share in the Tower.

"You promise you'll text me?" you ask, looking up at him.

He smiles and nods. "You know I will, as often as I can," Loki promises as he always does before he leaves.

He leans down and kisses you one last time. "I love you," he says as he slowly pulls away from you.

"I love you too, Loki. Be safe," you urge him.

"I'll be fine darling, don't worry," he assures you as he opens the door and steps out into the hallway. You close the door behind him and lean against it with your eyes closed. You hated when he left, even on short missions but he had never been gone this long before. Two weeks without him sounded like forever.

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(Y/N POV - 6 days gone)

Your phone buzzes on the bed next to you and you pick it up quickly hoping it's Loki, not that anyone else would text you this late. The first two days he was gone, he had texted you on and off for hours. He complained about being bored with his surveillance duties and you rolled your eyes as you texted him back.

The third day he only messaged for a few minutes around lunch. Loki told you that he missed you and he was counting down the days until he was home again. You said you missed him too and you were going to cook his favorite dinner when he got back. Loki joked that he would do his best to leave the mission early if that was the case.

You hadn't heard from him since and you tried your best to keep yourself busy so you wouldn't think about how much you missed him. Putting down your book, you smile at the message from Loki and text him back.

You shake your head, laughing to yourself at how well Loki knew you. You were always a bit of a night owl but you hated sleeping alone. The bed felt empty when he was on missions and you found it hard to get comfortable without his arms holding you close to him. You had gotten in the habit of reading until you were unable to keep your eyes open any longer but sometimes that meant you were up until almost 2 or 3 in the morning.

After you mentioned how hard it was for you to sleep alone, he had started texting you when possible just to tell you to go to sleep. It always made you smile and you loved how he was always doing little things to show you how much he cared.

You place the book on the nightstand and turn off the light, hoping you'll dream of Loki.

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(Y/N POV - 14 days gone)

You curse how stiff you are as you reach for your phone to turn off the alarm. You had fallen asleep on the couch while watching TV and you regretted it immediately. Sitting up slowly, you can't help but feel disappointed when there are no new messages from Loki. You reread the last few texts and smile as you remind yourself that he will be back sometime this afternoon.

Sitting at your desk, you try your best to focus on the reports Fury needs but your mind keeps wandering. All you can think about is seeing Loki tonight, you hope.

You feel the excitement from this morning fade a bit every time you check your phone and Loki still hasn’t texted you. He usually lets you know when he is going to be landing so it didn't feel like a good sign that there was still no word from him.

When there is a knock on your office door at about 4 o'clock, your heart jumps at the thought that he's back.

"Hi, Y/N," Natasha says as she opens the door. You try not to let the disappointment show on your face but you can't fool the spy. "You ok?" she asks, walking over to take a seat across from your desk.

"I'm fine, just thought you might have been Loki," you admit. There was no point in lying to her, you had known her long enough to know that.

She nods and says, "That's why I'm here actually. I just talked to Steve, unfortunately there was another delay with the mission. They are going to need a few more days before they can return."

You sit back in your chair and glance at the photo of the two of you on your desk. You sigh quietly then ask her, "How many days is a few?"

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(Y/N POV - 17 days gone)

You step out of your office and make your way down the hallway to the elevator when you hear a voice call your name from behind.

"Hey Natasha, any update?" you ask, trying not to get your hopes up. You hadn't heard anything from Loki and you were worried she was about to tell you they were extending the mission again.

She smiles, "They'll be back tomorrow."

Before you realize what you are doing, you have your arms wrapped around her tightly. "I'm sorry," you laugh and let go of her. "Just kinda excited I guess."

She laughs, "Its ok, I know you must miss him." The two of you talk for a few more minutes and then you head back to your room to get things ready for tomorrow.

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(Y/N POV - 18 days gone)

Natasha texted you in the morning to let you know they should be landing around 3 but Loki, Steve and Bucky would need to have their debriefing meeting immediately after. She said he should be done by around 7, 7:30 and you were thrilled. You had spent the whole day getting things ready.

A little after 3, your phone buzzed on the kitchen counter and you rushed to wash your hands before picking it up. Your heart jumped in your chest and you smiled wide as you replied.

(LOKI POV)

You rub your eyes with one hand, holding the large cardboard box with the other as you finally reach the front of the door to your apartment. You were exhausted but you couldn't wait to see Y/N, you had missed everything about her. You open the door quietly and walk inside, placing the box on the floor.

You walk into the kitchen and turn on the light, feeling a twinge of guilt for being so late when you see the table set for two. Opening the fridge to get some water, you smile a bit when you see your favorite meal neatly packed away in a few containers. The debriefing had taken hours longer than you wanted it to and then Stark refused to push his meeting with you until the next day. It was nearly midnight when you were finally free to leave.

You make your way towards the bedroom and stop when you see Y/N's sleeping form on the couch. She had tried to stay awake for you, a book laid open across her chest, her shoes kicked off under the coffee table. You can't help the smirk that spreads across your lips when you see the dress she picked for your welcome, she knew how much you loved seeing her in it. The soft material hugged her curves perfectly and the emerald green fabric made it clear that she was yours. You had torn the zipper on that dress more than once in your haste to free her from it but a little magic and it was good as new again.

You walk over to her and pick her up carefully so you don't wake her. She wraps her arms around your neck and rests her head on your chest. You kiss her forehead lightly and carry her to your bed. Using your magic, you dress her in shorts and a tank top before tucking her in.

She rolls onto her side and smiles in her sleep as you brush a piece of hair behind her ear. "Loki," she whispers faintly causing you to chuckle.

"I love you, Y/N," you whisper to her before you head back to the living room and take the box to your study.

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(Y/N POV - 1 day home)

You wake up the next morning and sit up in bed... wait, how did you get to the bed? You ask yourself. You pull back the covers and see you are wearing your pajamas. That doesn't make sense, you think, the last thing you remember you were all dressed up waiting for Loki.

"Loki," you say out loud as you realize he must have come home. You look over at his side of the bed but it doesn't look slept in.

The living room is empty but you smile when you see the green and white roses set in a vase on the coffee table. He was back, you thought happily, he must be in his study. You reach the door but you feel concerned when you see its closed. Loki never closed it, you were always welcome when he was working. You paused for a moment and knocked softly, unsure what was going on.

A moment later the door swing open wide and Loki greets you with the warm smile you missed so much.

"Good morning love," he says, putting his arms around you to pull you close to him. You hug him back tightly and he picks you up easily, making you giggle. "Norns I missed you so much," he tells you as he sets you back down.

"I missed you too Mischief," you say, smiling so much it hurt a little.

He looks down at you with a smirk you recognize, one hand stays around your waist while the other moves to your cheek. You put your arms around his neck and reach up on your tiptoes. He bends down slightly, his lips meeting yours for the first time in too long. He kisses you softly at first but then he grips your hips tightly in his large hands. He picks you up again and this time you wrap your legs around him, not breaking the kiss as his lips move against yours more desperately. He bites your lower lip and when you open your mouth, his tongue moves forward to taste yours. He takes a few long steps and pins you against the wall, his chest flush with yours. He leaves your lips, slowly kissing down your jaw then to your neck, your fingers run through his long curls as you moan softly in his ear with every kiss.

He groans loudly, resting his head heavily on the wall next to yours as his phone rings. He stays that way for a moment before setting you down gently. "I'm sorry love, I have to get that," he tells you as he picks up his phone.

You stand against the wall and slowly cross your arms around yourself. He turns his back to you and answers the phone in Asgardian. You instantly feel worried, he never spoke like that around you since he knew you couldn't understand more than a few dirty phrases he taught you. He sounds angry as he waves his hand towards his desk, which draws your attention to it for the first time. There is a large empty box under the desk and piled on top are four fairly high stacks of files.

After listening for a few moments you decide it might be better to let him finish talking to his brother in private. You quietly leave the room and close the door behind you.

A few hours later, you close your book and set it in the table next to the flowers Loki brought you. You can see from your seat on the couch that the door to his study is still closed. He hasn't come out since Thor called him and that worried you.

You knock lightly on the door to his study and wait for him to answer. "Come in, darling," he says through the closed door.

"Loki, is everything ok?" you ask, taking a few steps into the room.

He looks up at you from his desk, the files still surrounding him and gives you a small smile but you can see how tired he is. "I'm sorry love. I know we had planned on spending this week together but it seems I'm going to need to work on these for a few days first," he tells you.

He gets up and walks over to you, putting one long arm around your waist. He runs his fingers through your hair slowly and you smile at him as best you can. You know he's upset and you don't want to make him feel worse by letting him see how disappointed you are.

"After the debriefing with the team, I met with Stark. Apparently my idiot brother failed to complete his half of the paperwork from our missions together over the last six months. Since he is spending the summer in New Asgard, Stark tasked me with finishing these as soon as possible," he says.

"I'm sorry," you say quietly as you look down. You now understanding why Loki sounded so angry when he was on the phone.

He sighs and lifts your chin so you are looking up at him. "You know I want to spend every second I can with you but I won't be able to enjoy it if this is hanging over me. Stark has already called to see if I have made any progress," he tells you and you nod. "Just give me a few days and I promise I will be yours completely love." He kisses you softly and says he loves you before he lets go and walks back to his desk.

You spend the rest of the day in the living room, alternating between reading and watching TV although neither is enough to distract you from constantly wishing Loki will come out of his study. When its time for dinner you offer to heat up what you made last night, hoping he would join you. Instead, Loki decides to eat in his study and continue working.

"Thank you darling, I love you," he says, barely looking up when you bring in his food.

"I love you too," you reply as you close the door to his study again.

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(Y/N POV - 3 day home)

You knock on the door to Loki's office and wait for him to answer. "Come in love," he responds and you open the door to the now familiar sight of Loki surrounded by paperwork.

"Its almost time for lunch Mischief. Do you think... could you take a break for a bit?" you ask him hopefully.

"Sorry love, I'm busy," he tells you, same as he told you the day before so you offer to bring him something to eat instead.

"Thank you darling," he smiles up at you when you set the food on his desk. He touches your cheek lightly and brings your lips to his. "I love you, Y/N," he says. "I'll be done soon, I promise."

"I love you too," you smile back at him.

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(Y/N POV - 4 day home)

It's nearly ten at night so you decide to make yourself a cup of tea and one for Loki as well. You stand outside his study, holding a cup for him and knock lightly. He always answered when you knocked so you wait a few moments and knock again, a little louder this time. You press your ear to the door and hear him talking, from what little you can understand he's on the phone with Tony and he doesn't seem happy. You decide to leave him alone and just as you are about to walk away, you hear him hang up so you knock again.

"What?" he asks, sounding aggravated.

You open the door slowly and say, "I made you some tea, Mischief." He doesn't reply or look up from the paper he is reading. You walk over to his desk and ask, "When do you think you'll come to bed?"

"I don't know. You don't have to try and stay awake," his answer surprises and hurts you. The only time you got to spend with Loki lately was when he would finally come to bed. It was often very late but you you were determined to at least be awake for a few minutes so you could feel his arms around you.

"Its just... I've barely seen you since you got home and the weather is supposed to be beautiful tomorrow. I was hoping we could go to the park or-" you start to ask as you put the cup on his desk.

"Y/N, you know I can't. I'm busy," he tells you, in a harsher tone than he has ever used with you before.

You set the tea down on his desk and he only acknowledges it by moving the cup from where you put it to the other side of him.

You stand next to his desk waiting... Waiting for him to thank you for bringing him tea like he always did. Waiting for him to tell you he's sorry he can't spend time with you but he will be done soon. Waiting for him to kiss you and tell you he loves you but he doesn't. He keeps his attention on the papers in front of him and you can feel tears threatening to escape but you hold them back.

Instead, you decide to try one more time to see if he will put all of this aside for a moment to be with you. "Loki, I know you have a lot of work to do... but you can take one break-" you try to convince him.

"Stop!" he yells, pounding his fist on the desk. "I told you I'm busy, just let me work!"

He's never yelled at you before and at first your almost too stunned to react. You can feel the tears streaming down your cheeks and you put your hand over your mouth to quiet yourself. He doesn't look up or apologize, too focused on what he is working on to notice how his harsh words have affected you.

(LOKI POV)

You hear the door to your study close loudly and your heart sinks. You hadn't meant to be so cruel to Y/N, she didn't deserve to be treated that way. You were angry at Thor for leaving you with all of this work and you were angry at Stark for forcing you to do it now. Instead of showing Y/N how much you loved her and appreciated her patience over the last few days, you took your frustration out on her.

You sigh loudly and put your hands over your eyes as you lean back in your chair. Suddenly you jump when you hear a second door slam. You get up quickly and check your bedroom and then the living room, both are empty but something on the coffee table catches your eye. Next to the flowers you bought Y/N is her phone.

"No..." you say quietly, "Norns, what did I do?"

You open the door and run down the hallway towards the common areas. You quickly check the whole floor but she isn't in any of the rooms. Making your way to the stairwell, you run up the two floors to the library and hope she is in her favorite spot. You open the door to the library and go to the farthest corner in the back, where the couches are.

"Y/N," you say softly when you see her, relieved you found her but heartbroken that you've made her hide from you. She's curled up on the couch, holding a pillow tightly to get chest and you can hear her crying softly as you walk over to her.

You kneel on the floor in front of her and touch her shoulder gently. "Y/N, love, I'm so sorry," you apologize. "I never should have spoken to you in that way and I promise, it will never happen again. Please believe me," you tell her.

She lifts her head from the pillow and looks at you, her eyes red and full of tears. You gently dry her cheeks with your thumb, "I love you Y/N, more than anything in the nine realms. In a thousand years, I've never met anyone who means as much to me as you do."

She sits up slowly, but doesn't say anything. You stay on your knees in front of her and take her hands in yours. "Y/N, please... can you forgive me and come back home?" you ask her, afraid that she might say no.

She lets go of one of your hands and your heart drops, but then you feel her fingers on your cheek. You hadn't realized you were crying until she wipes your tears away. You look up at her hopefully.

"Loki," she says and you can't help but hold your breath. "I know you're under a lot of pressure from Tony and your angry at your brother, but you can't take it out on me," she says and you nod slowly.

"I know... I won't make excuses, I just need you to now how deeply sorry I am. I swear, Y/N, I will never do anything to hurt you ever again. Please love, don't leave me," you can barely look at her, you feel ashamed at how you acted.

She keeps her hand on your cheek and lifts it so you are looking at her. You are about to apologize again when she leans forward and wraps both of her arms around you tightly. Your words get caught in your throat as you hug her back, afraid to let go even for a moment.

"I love you Loki," she whispers. "I wasn't going to leave you, I just... I needed you to know how badly you hurt me," she says when she pulls back a bit.

"Y/N, I'm so-" you start but she puts her hand over your mouth gently.

"I know you're sorry Mischief," she smiles and you feel like you can finally start to breath again.

When she removes her hand you bring it to your lips and kiss the back of it. "Y/N, tomorrow we can do anything you want, paperwork be damned," you tell her and she giggles. You've missed that sound, you barely had time to make her laugh since you got back from your mission.

"Anything I want?" she asks with a smile that you know all too well.

"Anything my love," you promise as you kiss her deeply. You both stand up and you take her hand in yours, interlocking your fingers as you leave the library to go back home. She leans against you in the elevator and doesn't let go of your hand for a moment, even when you get back to your apartment.

As soon as you close the door, she pulls you through the living room and into the bedroom. Without saying a word, she slips into her pajamas and you do the same then you both get into the bed. You've missed being so close to her and you knew she needed this as much as you do. You lay on your side in the dark and wrap your arms around Y/N, pulling her body as close to yours as possible. You kiss the back of her neck and she intertwines her legs with yours.

"I love you so much Y/N," you whisper to her.

"I love you too Loki," she whispers back.

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[omg-just-peachy]

ohmygod AAAAAAA THE SOFT PROMPTS ARE SO SOFT I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH…. it’s so hard to choose……

stevetony + 17, please? 🥺🙏 (or 28 if someone else has chosen 17…. or 30…… if 28 and 17 have been chosen…..) 🥺🙏

i just love the prompts so much and they will be so so so perfect with your writing style!!! just thinking of all the beautiful and soft stevetony peach fics we’ll get makes me so so so happy you have no idea!!! 😭🫶

17 // fixing the other persons clothes absentmindedly or like tucking their hair behind their ear U KNOW WHAT I MEAN THAT SOFT STUFF

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There's something about Steve in the morning that Tony finds even more insanely hard to resist than usual. Morning, sleep-rumpled Steve just looks... soft. It's the only way to describe it. Sure, he's still a 200-something pound super soldier with arguably perfect proportions and enough muscle to lift a car, but —

"Morning, Tony," Steve says now, voice still a little rough with sleep. He hasn't gone for his morning run yet, which always smooths out those rough edges, brings Steve back to that Captain Rogers he is for the rest of the world. But Tony much prefers this version of Steve. Soft, sleepy, un-self-conscious Steve blinking into his coffee, not awake enough for much more than a nod and a smile, a mumbled 'g'morning.'

Tony hasn't been to bed yet, should probably head there now, really, but he can never quite make himself leave a room with Steve Rogers in it if he doesn't have to. It's another one of his vices, sure, but this one isn't really hurting anyone.

"Morning, Steven," Tony says with a smile. He's in that in-between phase where he's just finished a project after a long night and the exhaustion hasn't hit him yet. Soon enough he'll be dead on his feet, more than ready to hit the hay. Now, though, he's wired, running on ideas and adrenaline and that look Steve's giving him.

That's probably why he does it.

One minute Tony's standing next to Steve at the counter, waiting impatiently for the coffee to finish brewing, enjoying the way the early morning sun paints the kitchen in soft light. The next, Steve's looking at him, eyebrows knitting together.

"Have you slept yet, Tony?" He asks. "You look exhausted."

A lock of soft blond hair falls over his forehead as he says it, taking any witty retort right out of Tony's mouth. He's not even thinking when he reaches over and pushes the hair aside, tucking it into place like he does it all the time.

They both freeze, Steve's eyes locked on Tony's as time seems to slow down then stop completely.

Then Steve smiles, lopsided and tired and perfect.

"Thanks, Tony," Steve says quietly just as Tony clears his throat and offers a quick, "Sorry."

"S'alright," Steve tells him.

"Early," Tony replies, monosyllabic for the first time in his life.

Steve's smile widens. "Very," he agrees. "Maybe after we drink this and wake up a little, you'll let me take you to breakfast?"

Tony grins. Sleep can wait a little longer.

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[dirtyvulture]

What about alpha!Nat who is anatomically female so she can't knot or mate with omega!Reader like Alpha!g!pNat can so she has her best pal beta!Bruce or alpha!Tony invent a knotting strap on 🫣 now alpha!Nat can Knott her little omega anytime she pleases. Bonus if omega!Wanda enchants the strap so alpha!nat can actually feel it 🤤

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Awww Alpha!Nat would be so sad she can't officially knot her omega 🥺

But then the Avengers unite to help her out ❤️ which they later regret when they can't get any sleep for the next few days because Nat and R won't stop going at it lmao

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