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Touch Starved

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Summary: It’s taken you a while to realise. But Sherlock Holmes is a very touch starved man.

Word Count: 800

Warnings: none, just fluff and soft Sherlock

a/n: It’s been a while since I’ve written for Sherlock and I think it’s about time I go back to my roots :)

You hadn’t noticed it before now.

You hadn’t noticed when his fingers would drag across your palm when you released his hand, almost as if he were hesitant to let you go. You hadn’t noticed when his hold on you tightened and your shirt bunched in his fists each time he had his arms around you. You hadn’t noticed when his eyes softened and slid shut when your hand fondly made its way through his hair.

But now, as you lay together in the quaint living room of 221B it was clear as day. You suddenly couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it before. Sherlock Holmes was touch starved.

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Slow Hands

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x  Reader

Style: One-Shot

Warnings: Language, PURE SMUT. (NSFW, 18+!!!!!)

Word Count: 2K

Summary: In an effort to get you to relax after a long week, Tom offers to give you a massage. Which leads to other things…

A/N: This has literally (literally) no plot, y’all. Just pure, uninterrupted, dirty smut of Tom pleasuring you without any care for his own needs. As always, dedicated to the angel in my life, Zara, (@dolangram) who forced me to write this after I got very carried away thinking about Tom giving me a massage over IM late last night. Lord help me and forgive me for my sins. Amen. (Gif not mine!)

It had been an incredibly stressful, long few days. Few weeks, really. Work had been relentless – keeping you trapped in the office far beyond dusk. Only seeing Tom sparingly in between meetings and travel while he promoted Infinity War.

So when Friday evening finally rolled around, you felt like you were quite literally in heaven as you snuggled deep into your comforter, lazily reading a book while Tom managed various chores around the house quietly, trying not to disturb you.

After a few hours, Tom moseyed into the bedroom, drinking you in as you lay on your back, book propped on your tummy. You absentmindedly twirl a strand of long hair between your fingers, and he can’t help but smile as you arch your back attempting to stretch out your tired, sore muscles.

“Take your shirt off.” He commands softly, reaching the bottom of the bed and tugging at your toes. You twitch slightly, scowling.

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Beliefs - Avengers Cast x Teen!Reader

Okay, I am writing this as i am BEYOND angry at a message that came up in my ask inbox. Anyone who has ever been and scrolled through my page will know that I am IN NO WAY racist or homophobic and that I don’t tolerate people that do believe that just due to their complexion or sexuality they are superior to another person. Despite this, I received a hate message through my asks (no I’m not going to shame the person by putting the message here) saying that I SHOULD NOT BE SUPPORTING PEOPLE who are of a minority by ethnicity or a sexual orientation that isn’t heterosexuality. I just don’t understand why you feel the need to correct me on my beliefs regarding society when a) you don’t know me and b) what is to say you are in any way entitled to say that my socio-cultural views are wrong.

Having said this, I will by putting forth my personal views through this short imagine and if you have a problem with my views please feel free to message me about it :)

Anyway, onto the story… 

You were a new character to the MCU called Sirena, you power being able to control things by your singing voice. This was your first big film having only been in smaller roles in the past in TV shows or minor films. This was your first panel interview with the full Avengers: Infinity War cast before the premier in May later this year. The press and audience were asking various questions to the other members of the cast whilst you just sat next to Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Hiddleston where you laughed and made jokes or comments where appropriate. However, perhaps unfortunately, the press finally turned their beady eyes onto you as you nervously twirled the microphone in your hand.

“So, Y/N L/N-” Before the interviewer could ask their question the crowd exploded into claps and cheers to which you laughed and thanked them for. “Y/N, as the newest character to the Marvel Film Franchise we were wondering if we could get to know you a bit better in terms of your beliefs?”

“My beliefs?” You questioned and you noticed some of the other cast members tensing up around you, especially Tom to your left.

“Well, yes as in your social beliefs.”

You nodded warily to your self thinking of how to phrase your answer. “Well, to phrase it in the easiest way possible I am a strong believer in egalitarianism.”

“You believe in equal opportunities for people regardless of their sexuality, gender or race?” The interviewer almost seemed shocked by this which annoyed you greatly.

“Of course I would; I see no reason in doing anything else. I don’t see why people should receive different treatment based upon their nationality, for example, or the colour of their skin. I mean look at the incredible cast surrounding me; both Ben and Tom next to me are from the UK, Seb is from Romania, RDJ and loads of these people are from the States, Hemsworth over there is from Australia, Scarlett is part Danish, Zoe is part Dominican, Benicio is both Spanish and Puerto Rican; yet they are all crazy good actors-” You were cut off as the cheers and noise got to loud to talk over from the audience. “which proves neither nationality nor race matters when it comes to talent. As in regards to sexual orientation, why should that matter? Whether someone is bisexual, asexual, homosexual or otherwise, the individual can work professionally and carry out any action just the same as any heterosexual has the capability to. The gender or sex of a person should bare no impact on how that person is viewed. I’m tired of seeing double standards.” - The audience once again became too loud for you to talk over - “And I solemnly believe that regardless of gender, sex, race, nationality, sexuality that every individual should have the same treatment, same rights and same opportunities.” This time the audience was deafening and not only were they clapping and cheering, but so were cast members, especially those closest to you. Cumberbatch next to you gave you a big thumbs up and a wink as he clapped with everyone else.

Eventually after a few minutes everyone quietened and Chris Evans chuckled quietly into his mic before speaking. “How is the youngest of us the most articulate and the most wise?”

RDJ leant over and patted him on the shoulder. “She’s N/N, you don’t ask questions.”

“I HEARD THAT DOWNEY!”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO L/N!”

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MORNINGS LIKE THIS

SUMMARY: You and Chris finally get to spend a morning together

WARNINGS: Smut and Chris being clingy

PAIRING: Dad/husband!Chris Evans x Reader

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Mornings like these were rare, with Chris gone most of the time due to him filming his new movie, you were often left in the mornings all alone in your massive king sized bed. But that was of course before the twins woke up and joined you, however as much as you loved having your kids around, something about waking up to your husband snuggled up to your side would alway hit different. You simply craved it.

Thankfully though, today that craving had been satisfied. Chris was snuggled up close to you, his breath hot against your bare back and his cheek smushed into his pillow. He had a day off and like any other day offs he has, you two spent most of the night making love under those very silk sheets that covered you as your kids slept peacefully in their own rooms, for the first time in a while sleeping throughout the whole night.

Turning around, you fixated your gaze on your husband. His hair sticking out all over the place, probably from you tugging it and from the fact that he moved around a lot whilst he slept, his eyelashes rested gently on his flushed cheeks. It was a sight straight out of your dreams.

Looking at him, scenes from last night flash through your mind.

“Harder Chris” you moan, eyes rolling back as your nails made crescent shaped marks on his broad shoulders. Chris’ head was buried into your shoulders whilst he thrusted into you repeatedly, picking up his pace once he heard what you said.

He lifted his head up, now putting his weight on his arms rather than you, allowing you to manoeuvre your leg so that it was now resting up over his shoulder, the shoulder that you previously had a deadly grip on. His hand landed on your thigh and he changed his angle of thrusts making a pornographic moan to leave your lips.

“This the spot baby?” He asked, voice deep as he focused on hitting that spot over and over again, the pleasure was overwhelming and all you could do was nod, encouraging Chris on.

“Love having you like this love” Chris moaned, looking at your face retort with every single thrust he aimed at you. His cock was reaching places inside you, you never knew existed and hitting spots you never knew could cause so much pleasure. Even after two kids, Chris always brought something new to the bed, completely blowing your mind.

“I’m- im going to cum” you groan, eyes rolling back as your hands go to cling onto the pillow underneath your head, trying to somewhat ground yourself but you were far past that stage by now. Your hips were thrusting upwards, meeting Chris’ and soon you’re both cumming together. Chris growling as the last of his cum paints your walls. It was truly a good night and a well deserved one too.

But your thoughts were soon interrupted by a cough, “you do know it’s rude to stare love?” The raspy morning voice of your husband says and you quickly look away, trying to divert your attention from his sturdy chest and onto the sheets that rested over you instead.

“I wasn’t staring” you state, but of course you knew Chris wasn’t dumb. The man caught you looking at him like he was some five star meal.

“Ok, sure” he chuckles making you giggle and roll your eyes before coming down to place a soft kiss to his plump and still swollen lips. The action making him smile into the kiss. His arms come to pull you closer to him and you huff.

“Morning” he mumbles against your lips, not giving you a chance to respond as he went in for another kiss and then another.

“Chris I think I should go get breakfast ready. The kids will be up any minute now” you say, stopping him from pulling you even closer to him as you turn around to look at the clock, which now stated 10am. You’ve already had a lie in and knew it was time to get ready.

“They won’t be up just yet, show your husband some love now would you?” He groaned, pulling away and then closing his eyes as you got off the bed and opened up the curtains before pulling your robe on.

“Was the love I showed you last night not enough?” You chuckle, going to your walk in closet to pick out an outfit for the day. Your legs were still a bit sore aswell so you really didn’t want to add to that because of your clingy husband.

“Oh it was more than enough, trust me” he says, referring to how you made him cum like 3 times. Something you haven’t done since the twins were born as children did require care like 24/7.

“Then let me go downstairs and get ready for the day” you say, taking the outfit you have picked to Chris so you could get his approval.

He was now sat up against the headboard, sheets only covering his lower half as he looked at you with the biggest smile and cutest twinkle in his eye.

“What do you think?” You ask, holding the top against you.

“I love it. You know that’s my favourite top of yours, look fucking insatiable in it” he growls, sending butterflies to your stomach. Even after knowing him for over a decade, he still had the same effects on you and you honestly hoped and prayed that it’d never fade away.

“Ok thanks, now get out of bed lazy bum. We’ve got a busy day” you smile, disregarding your robe to pull on the clothes that were in your hands.

“But I want cuddles, come back to bed for one second please. Just one second” he groans making you finally give in and get into bed, fully dressed.

“You’re worse than the kids you are” you say, but resting your head against his chest anyways making him bend down and kiss your temple gently as a soft chuckle leaves his mouth.

“Well someone’s gotta set them an example” he jokes making you chuckle and snuggle closer into his side, thankful that you could spend this morning together, even if you didn’t get what you needed to get done.

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Closer

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

Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 2932

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiles, “Right. See you in a bit.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait until you try the food.”

“You’ve been here, haven’t you?”

“A few times over the years.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s still just inches away.

Centimeters…

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

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

“Y/N…”

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

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

You nod slowly, afraid to speak.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, god, Tony… Fuck…”

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

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

“You okay?” he chuckles.

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re sure?”

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

“We got a little caught up.”

You giggle as you nod in agreement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Visible Mark - Part 2

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Being Bucky and Steve’s best girl feels too good to be true. Word Count: Over 4k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), feels, slight angst, tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: Welcome to the next part of my tattoo AU! This is follow up to Visible Mark. Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby​, but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nix-akimbo! This AU wouldn’t exist without them. And divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics!

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A part of yourself shut down as your eyes went to the floor. You felt your walls quickly build inside you, trying to shield and protect you from the inevitable blow. Of course, something wasn’t right. Things that felt too good to be true were too good to be true. 

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pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: having a crush on your father’s best friend shouldn’t be an issue, until that friend is steve rogers and he has you pinned against the wall.

word count: 4,070

warnings: age gap, implied absent mother, oral f receiving, language, fingering, sex, praise kink, slight degradation kink, dom! steve, daddy kink and some dirty talk.

author’s note: has been a while since i wrote a smut fic for steve so… here u are. as always reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! :) my work is not meant to be reposted or stolen, this is the only place i upload my work and if you steal it i’ll have early 2000′s chris eat your toes

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A/N: Jack really needs a hug. (I volunteer!)

3rd October: Bonfire night. 🔥 | feat. Captain Jack Sparrow

Words: 1337 Warnings: none

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Sirius x Reader

Prompt: 10. Where’s your shirt?

Warnings: light smut?

“Y/n baby please, I’m desperate,” Sirius begged and you let out a laugh.

“Yeah well what else is new,”

“Ooh, she got you there Padfoot!” James hollered from a few feet away in the common room, to which Sirius ignored.

“Please I need your help, or I will fail this herbology test!”

“Alright, only because you asked so nicely,” you said with an eye roll.

“Thank you y/n, you’re a goddamn angel! Heaven on earth really,” Sirius said grabbing your hand kissing it. You couldn’t help but blush, and so you turned away.

“We should work someplace quieter, I’ll meet you in your dorm in 5 minutes.” You called over your shoulder, heading as quickly as you could up to your dorm to grab your books (and collect yourself).

You couldn’t see but Sirius didn’t take his eyes off you until you were out of sight. On his face was the giddiest smile. Meanwhile, you were trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach. Calm down! It’s just Sirius, you joke around all the time! It’s not like anything is gonna happen between you guys, Sirius hits on anyone with a pulse, it doesn’t mean anything. Right?

You walked into his room, textbook in hand, to find Sirius leaning against his wall completely shirtless. You always thought he was cute, but quidditch had done him well. His lean body was now toned, with strong arms that were often covered under rolled up robes. You could see his deep v line poking out from his pants. His eyes lit up as you walked in and he smirked seeing you in the doorway.

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