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Soft Boyfriend Headcanons

Tony isn't good with words. He tries he does but he just isn't. His softness comes from small things. Your laptop acting up? It's either fixed or replaced within an hour. You like that smoothie place? They have a standing order for you so all Tony has to do is call. He is constantly tinkering with things to just try to figure out a way to make your life easier and make you just a little safer.

Clint is always over your shoulder. He doesn't mean to be, he's just kind of always there. When you need him, he's quick to tell everyone where to get off at. Any time he buys a hoodie or new shirt he calls it "Our new hoodie" because he knows what's up. Master at movie nights where its just the two of you, curled up watching whatever you want, just spending time together.

Steve always has that smile for you. Be prepared to always have his jacket slipped over your shoulders, his arm tucking you into his side. He wants you close whenever he can have you close.

Sam is such a softie for his girl. Big Bad Falcon turned Big Bad Captain America melts when he gets his girl in his arms. He's always checking in with you when he's gone on missions, when he gets back he's making sure you know he's safe and in one piece. Makes you breakfast most mornings "just because baby" is the king at "It just made me think of you" when he comes back with something he picked you up from around the world. If you have a bad day he has you wrapped in his arms and is damn sure gonnat try to protect you from everything bad in the world.

Joaquin loves nothing more than coming home and curling up with his head in your lap. He loves being in your arms/ having you in his arms. When he's away? He's calling or facetiming at any chance, you're his lockscreen and wears a pendant you bought him on your first anniversary. Swears its good lucky. When he gets home the first thing he does is just hold you for as long as he can before one of you need to pull away. He swears there's nothing like knowing you're his.

Bucky went too long without a soft touch. Before Wakanda the man hadn't been handled gently in 70 years. With you? He's a damn teddy bear. He is constantly wanting to touch you (not just like that) he wants to hold your hand, have a hand on your lower back. He just craves that soft, gentle contact. The contact that lets him know you're safe and lets you know he's there. He hates being away from you but loves when you send him photos wearing nothing but one of his henleys. Tells you all the time "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me sweetheart"

John is scared when you and him start to get close. He's trying so damn hard to do everything right this time.He ends up crowding you more times than not, just trying to make sure he's been attentive enough. He knows he fell fast, he cares about you so damn much so he just takes your lead as much as he can. You're tucked into his side more times than not, he tries not to reach for you simply to not crowd you again but you see his hand twitch at his side so you grab him. "It's ok" and see the way his muscles relax at your touch. You wake up a lot of nights and he's awake and just watching you sleep. He's learning to be soft while not being too much either.

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The sigil was drawn in salt and ash, the candles lit at the pentagram points, the incantation declaimed.

There was a shimmer - a demon appeared.

"Curious. What ritual is this?"

"I got it from ChatGPT. I included all protections in my prompt!"

"I see," the demon said and stepped out of the sigil.

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My husband and I do yoga together sometimes and his inability to keep his hands to himself inspired this ask. @magicalqueennightmare this made me grin amd laugh. Love it!

Yoga Headcanons

Just the fellas enjoying catching you doing yoga (Little Spicy)

Tony asked Jarvis what floor you were on because you weren’t answering your phone and he needed to talk to you. “She’s in the gym sir” Tony headed down that way, muttering to himself along the way. He wasn’t sure why you were in the gym this early but he was eager to get to you.

When he pushed the door open however he froze in his tracks. You were twisted at an angle that had your breasts perked up, nearly spilling out of your sports bra and he had to bite his lip to keep the thoughts from spilling out. “Honey?” you cut your eyes up at him, a smirk on your face “Hey”

He motioned “What ya doing my little pretzel?” you sighed “Yoga ya weirdo” he nodded “I could think of a few ways to use that flexibility to my advantage” you rolled your eyes “Did you need something love?” and that’s when he remembered he was actually looking for you for a reason “Yeah, I did actually but can we circle back around to this later? Please?” you shook your head but couldn’t keep the smirk off your face “If you behave, maybe”

Clint is surprisingly flexible himself. Years spent twisting to get the perfect shot, staying deathly still to not be seen. He’s perfected it. When he finds you doing yoga in the middle of the day, he kicks his shoes off and joins you on the mat.

For the first few poses, it's innocent enough. Then you slip just a fraction and his hand shoots out to stabilize you, sliding over your chest and further down. Next thing you know the yoga is forgotten and new positions are being figured out for a whole new reason.

Steve When Steve first finds you doing yoga the first time he doesn’t actually know what it’s called. He asks questions because he’s very intrigued. He’s enjoying watching you of course. He ends up trying a few positions out with you, you have to swat his hands away a few times. 

Once he gets the hang of it, he figures out he actually enjoys it. It helps him to stretch out his muscles, calm down and just focus himself. Plus when he does it with you? Most of the time it ends up with you under him, giggling by the time he’s stripping your leggings off of you.

Sam works with you to help you with new positions. He’s actually pretty good at keeping his hands to himself for the most part because he likes helping you, he likes doing things to bond with you. Plus he knows you’ll be grateful later anyways.

Joaquin This man nearly drops everything when he walks in the apartment and you’re bent backwards on the floor in a pose. “Good lord woman” you grin at him from your pose “What’s wrong love?” he shuts the door behind him and shakes his head “just admiring the view amor and thinking about later”

Bucky freezes the first time he catches you in a downward dog. Your ass up in the air, face down and he can feel his body react even from where he’s standing in the doorway. You can feel his heavy stare “Bucky?” you ask, looking over your shoulder and he’s got that smile that makes your heart flip “You offering something sweetheart”

You give him a smile and playfully wiggle your ass “I mean if you want it Sergeant come and get it” needlessly to say after that Bucky owes you a new pair of workout clothes. The ones you were wearing got kind of shredded.

John The first time John walks in to you doing yoga in the middle of your shared floor? He actually doesn’t bother you. He can understand needing a minute to unwind and get your body right. Now does he enjoy the view? Hell yes. Is he eager if you give him the slightest of hints you want him to touch you? Of course. After that day he actually starts learning a few poses and figures out they help to stretch some of his muscles and to calm him down after rough missions so he joins you regularly and more times than not it ends with you and him tangled up together.

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Reblogging because im in pain amd craving this level of TLC

Period Comfort Headcanons:

So @desimarie12 wanted some of our favorite marvel men and how they'd take care of you on your period. So here's something for uterus owners

Clint: The man knows how to clock when your period is around the corner. The day you start he has supplies ready and waiting. The heating pad, fuzzy blankets and his hoodie you always steal because he knows the first day or so is always the worse. Your favorite chocolate is stashed and waiting too.

Tony loves you, he does but his idea of comfort is handing you his card. "Here sweetheart just get whatever you need delivered" who cares if you also ordered your entire amazon cart as well? He doesn't as long as you're happy and curled up under blankets making him abadon whatever he's working on to join you.

Bruce keeps midol in his desk along with whatever sweets you like. He tends to take a more scientific approach to comforting the pain. Reminding you to hydrate and that potassium helps with cramps as well. Gives good backrubs.

Steve is from the 40s. He had to get used to the fact that periods weren't so stigmatized any more. Wasn't really his fault he didn't know too much about what you needed but was more than willing to learn and always happy to make store runs or just spend time with you.

Thor is a bit clueless on how midguardians handle such things but a quick explanation and once he's caught on understanding? He doesn't like that you're in pain but he does enjoy how clingy you get when you want comfort from him and how happy you are when he brings you sweets and snacks.

Pietro isn't intimidated by periods. Once their parents passed him and Wanda were on their own so he learned to help take care of her. Taking care of you comes second nature. Plus any craving you have? No matter where it's from, you're getting it.

Loki isn't letting you do much of anything he thinks can strain your body for the entire week. He knows it's a natural process but he understands it's also your body quite literally pulling pieces of itself apart and finds it barbaric that human men don't get that. You're getting pampered more than normal that week.

Sam grew up with a sister. He knows what buttons to not push during that time of the month. He's making you his mama's best recipes, doing store runs if need be and just being goofy to make you laugh to help you feel better mentally because he knows your mood dips that week.

Joaquin teases at first. I'm talking "Aw my little ketchup pack" that is until your mood dips, cramps hit and he can see you're in pain. Then that switch is flipped. He's right at your side for anything. Heating pad, snacks, cuddles, his hoodie..anything you need. You get

Bob builds you a literal blanket nest that is the softest warmest thing you've ever seen and is willing to disappear into it with you for hours to watch any sappy romcoms you want and snack on the weirdest combos you can think of.

Alexei is the literal definiton of the meme where the guy just throws chocolate from across the room and yells "Be gone demon"

Bucky took the time to learn about these things. He cared about you and wanted to help. Once he did? He's willing to do anything to bring you comfort. Snacks, cuddles, hot baths. He's there

John was with Olivia since high school and that woman trained him better than the military ever could. If you ask him to go to the store you can tell him what product you need and know for a fact you aren't getting a confused phone call because he knows his way around that aisle. He's coming back with you a new heating pad because "That one you had was a piece of crap" he's got chocolate, the snacks you like, a couple different types of painkillers and food from that takeout place you love. When he brings it to you he's also carrying the shirt you love stealing from him. It's up to you if you want company or not. If you want him to stay? He's making sure you hydrate and he's rubbing your stomach and back. If you don't want him to? He's kissing your forehead and reminding you to holler if you need anything else.

John's got long...so sue me?!?!

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They all need boops on the snoot

Thresher Sharks!

Fun fact: did you know they actually look like that?

Ref below from the good stuff of "Pinterest"~

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Reblogging this masterlist because I absolutely adore the way my darling friend @e-dubbc11 writes tattoo artist Billy! This series brings me joy!

The Sweetest Pain Series

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Each part has its own set of warnings

Summary: You and your tattoo artist have been friends for 6 years and finally admit you have feelings for each other. Parts 1-3 include their first date, a little jealousy, and eventually a little bundle of joy.

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

Anna

Come in Raven, This is Blackbird

The Sweetest Christmas

A Little Raven Thanksgiving

Snow Day

A Work of Art

Scene from Anna: Billy’s POV

Scene from Anna: Frank’s POV

Memory from Come in Raven, This is Blackbird: Anna’s POV

Warm Kisses, Cold Skin

Son of the Sea

Anything for You

Always Her Hero

Happy

The Perfect Summer

The Fight for Her Affection

Be Like You

No One Needs to Know

He’s Not So Little Anymore

Hey, Pumpkin

Heartbreaker

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@magicalqueennightmare took my inspiration and ran with it! I love how she writes John, and she somehow made me just ❤️💓 him! Give her a follow and some re-blogs, tell her I sent you!

Precious Love

John Walker x Reader

Inspired by the song “Precious Love” by James Morrison

A little sexual happenings

Lemar, Olivia, Alex… John was a poison to everyone around him. That’s why it pissed him off so bad when Bucky put you on his floor, when he consistently made the two of you team up, when it seemed like no matter how he turned there you were.  

It wasn’t that he disliked you, quite the opposite. From the day Bucky announced they were having a field medic added to the team he’d been intrigued. Then you walked in. You were beautiful in that quiet way that didn’t demand every eye on the room but when someone did look your way? They were rewarded with the possibility of one of your smiles.

As it turned out, you’d served four years as a Navy Corpsman straight out of high school. You knew your way around injuries and damn near any battle field you got dropped in. Since then you’d been a paramedic here in New York then in D.C. until Sam had approached you about this gig.

Even from day one. You weren’t anything like he expected. You eyed him, yeah. Hell everyone did but you didn’t look at him any differently than you had anyone else. When he failed to account for his words coming out with a different tone than his thoughts and figured he’d fucked up a first impression, you’d laughed and said “Take a breath Ranger. I know what you’re getting at”

Since that day it was easy between the two of you. Too easy. You fit into his life like you’d always been there, always belonged there.

John was standing at the counter one night after a rough mission. The memory of your hands skimming over his side to ensure he hadn’t in fact broken any ribs almost brought a smile to his face. He couldn’t be doing this, he couldn’t be falling for you.

He sighed as he waited for the coffee to make but the kitchen door sliding open behind him made his head shoot up. He glanced over his shoulder and there you stood. Your hair was tousled from trying to sleep, those hot pink ghost face pjs you loved because it was just a tank and boxers and you swore you always slept hot anyways. If he went to church any more, he would’ve swore god was testing him with the way you were looking at him. He didn’t deserve anyone to look at him like that. Least of all you. Like you were happy to see him, like you’d purposely sought out his company.

“You ok John?” you asked quietly and he nodded “I’m fine sweetheart” the look on your face told him you didn’t quite believe the sentiment but you nodded, walking around the island to hop up on it. The action made your boxers scrunch up a bit, more thigh showing and he had to look away to not audibly swallow hard at the sight. “Make me a cup” you spoke and he nodded “Sure”

He reached into the cabinet and found your horror movie mug next to his plain black one. He pulled both down and started making yours to your taste and his to his. He hadn’t even realized he’d done it until he held yours out and you smiled “You know how I take my coffee” 

He could feel a blush creep up his face and tried to push it down “Not like it’s one of those complicated things Belova orders at that shop on the corner” you grinned “Well I do the same there” before taking a sip of the coffee, the light moan that left you made him take a deep breath to hold onto some semblance of his sanity.

“Now, talk to me. Why couldn’t you sleep?” he should’ve known you would ask.

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John turned around to click the coffee maker over to “keep warm” and you took the moment to admire the sight in front of you. You’d long since developed feelings for John but the man had sworn off relationships after his divorce plus working and living together? That was a recipe for disaster.

So you buried your feelings and hid flirtations and your concern under sarcasm as the ruse of “it’s my job to keep you alive”

He was only wearing a pair of sweatpants, riding low on his hips. His broad back was a map of scars and stretch marks that you had to have come from the accelerated muscle growth after he injected himself with the serum. His left arm had some bruising near the shoulder that was turning a sickly yellow to let you know it was from an older injury. He’d broken it in a fight with Bucky a few years back and the best you could tell it had never healed quite right.

God, even with the marks or maybe especially with the marks he was simply a gorgeous man. You hadn’t realized you’d been standing there, unabashedly letting yourself drink in the sight of your teammate and roommate shirtless until he looked over his shoulder at you, blue eyes catching in the low light and smirked “Damn honey, you got a little drool on your chin there”

You rolled your eyes but could feel your face warm “Sorry sugar but don’t be looking like the best snack in the kitchen and I won’t drool” to your utter delight his entire face turned a light pink.  “You’re trouble” he laughed, turning to let his back rest against the counter and by god the front was just as pretty of a view. 

His broad shoulders slid down into a sprinkling of ginger colored hair across his chest. The dog tags that dangled loosely against his chest.  You found your eyes tracing the lines of his chest down to his stomach. He had a soft stomach, which in itself was attractive simply because that meant he was healthy.

The broad built along with the soft stomach that was adorned with the beginning of a light blonde happy trail that dipped under the sweat pants? Maybe you should just go take a cold shower. First you needed to know what was wrong with him.

“Seriously John, the fact that you’re hot aside. What’s going on? You’ve been acting weird as hell here recently and I’m worried”

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John tried to not let himself downright bask in your gaze and concern but it was hard. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at him like that and even longer since anyone was worried. He cleared his throat after a minute “Just thinking about some things”

“Like?” you asked, your legs swinging slightly in front of you and just that small of an action from you made his heart flip. “Like I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you now” the confession fell from his lips before he ever thought it through.

Your eyes widened just a fraction but beyond that your expression didn’t change “Meaning?” he groaned inwardly. This was harder than he remembered it being. “I mean I’ve um..I’ve started falling for you sweetheart and it’s ok if you don’t feel the same..I won’t make anything weird I promise”

You nodded slowly, and went quiet for a few moments. Those were the longest moments John had experienced in quite some time until you held your hand out, using your other hand to sit your coffee mug down. He placed his larger hand in yours and let you pull him to you.

When he stepped between your legs, to his surprise you hooked them around his waist, tilting your head up to look at him and god the adoration in your eyes broke and mended his heart all at the same time “What took you so long?” you asked before pulling him down to you.

He was taken off guard by the kiss just for a moment before he allowed his lips to move against yours, tasting you. Finally allowing himself to hold you. A light whine escaped you and he swore under his breath before pulling back, grinning when you chased his lips. 

“So, we’re doing this? You want me of all people?” he had to make sure, he had to know for certain you knew what you were getting yourself into. He understood if you changed your mind. That kiss would haunt him for the rest of his days but he’d rather keep you as a friend than not at all “John Walker if you don’t kiss me here and now I swear…” you never got to finish your threat because he cut you off by crashing his lips against yours.

It was one of Valentina’s galas. A Charity fundraiser for the “Avengers” that also meant that the entire team would be there. Sam’s half and Bucky’s. 

It wasn’t often they all got together so it was time to shine for the cameras. It would also be the first time you and John would be in the public eye in such an official capacity. You weren’t an Avenger. You were just their field medic. You were slightly nervous to say the least.

John watched you pace the length of your shared floor for the third time. Your shoes were laying on the couch, still in the box from the shopping trip you, Yelena and Ava had gone on the day before. You were holding the hem of your dress up and muttering something under your breath.

You looked absolutely gorgeous. From the way the dress fit you to the style of your hair to the light makeup. He was almost dreading it. Too many eyes were gonna be on you and he knew he could get jealous at times. “Sweetheart” he spoke softly and you froze, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlight “Huh?”

He walked over in front of you, gently placing his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles through the fabric “What’s wrong?”

You let your hands come up to rest against his chest, palms spread wide “I’m not an avenger John. I’m just a medic” he nodded “I know” “What if the papers rip into you for being with someone like me?” 

John froze, studying your face to see if you were serious. When he realized you were, laughter bubbled out of him “Oh baby..someone like you?” you nodded, slapping his chest lightly “It’s not funny! I’m nervous here and you’re laughing at me” 

“Because you’re adorable. You’re a highly decorated Navy Corpsman worried that the papers are gonna rip into the disgraced former Captain America for you? There may be articles wondering why you’re dating me come tomorrow but..” you cut him off by pulling him into a kiss. “Shut up” he grinned “That’s mean” you shook your head “I hate when you talk about yourself like that”

He shrugged “It’s true darlin. When you joined this team? I was at my lowest. I was struggling to find a place. When Bucky slapped you on my floor and started pairing you with me? I was so damn pissed with him” 

You raised an eyebrow “Why?” he ducked his head, so you tilted your head slightly to hold his eyes as he admitted “I’m poison baby. I’m still to this day so afraid that I’m gonna fuck this up, that I’m gonna end up hurting you or getting you hurt” 

The pain in his eyes, the worry.. It twisted your heart “John I love you. I’m not going anywhere” his hands tightened on your hips, a ghost of a smile tugging on his face and you realized what you’d just said “You love me?” he asked quietly. You nodded “Of course I do you big oaf”

He grinned “I love you too” and leaned down to catch your lips in a kiss that started as soft and gentle but when you caught his bottom lip between your teeth and slipped your tongue into his mouth he groaned “Honey the gala..”

You pulled back and looked up at him “Do you really wanna go to it?” he let his eyes trail across your body and you could feel heat follow his eyes like his fingers had followed the path “You’re so prettied up baby” 

“So?” at that his hands were on the back of your thighs, lifting you up in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he headed towards his bedroom. You pressed a hard kiss to his lips before moving across his jaw and down his neck while your fingers worked at the button of his dress shirt “They’re gonna kill us” he muttered. Your lips found his pulse point and a low moan escaped him before he added “Fuck it, what a way to go”

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Your dress was long since discarded, along with John’s suit. You gasped when a deep roll of his hips pushed him even further into you. He’d made cum so many times already and seemed persistent on one more. 

He shifted his grip, pinning both of your arms over your head, ocean blue eyes boring into yours. “Say it again baby” you were half dazed from the pleasure coursing through your system so it took you a second to realize “I love you John” 

He released your hands and you immediately tugged him closer. He buried his face in the bend of your neck, “I love you too sweetheart, fuck I love you too” he grunted as he slipped a hand between you, callosued fingers finding your clit. When you orgasm slammed into you, causing you to tighten around him, that brought him over that edge with you. A light moan of your name was released into the soft skin of your neck as he filled you up, lazily rolling his hips as he worked you both through the aftershocks. 

He leaned up to press a soft kiss to your lips “I love you” “I love you too John”

A part of John wasn’t sure if he’d dreamt you telling him you loved him when he first woke up. Your side of the bed was empty so he found his boxers and slipped them on before going in search of you.

When he stepped out into the living room you were walking out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee in hand, wearing his shirt from the night before that never made it to the gala “Morning Ranger” you greeted and passed him the coffee.

He took it with a small smile “Morning” you raised an eyebrow then a knowing grin slipped onto your face “I meant every word John” his knees almost weakened with relief before he pulled you into a kiss “Thank god, I was afraid I dreamed it”

You burst out laughing “No, I love you. Even when you act like an idiot” he grinned “Good to know, cause I have a habit of doing that” and kissed you again before saying “I love you too, by the way” 

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a detailed list of things i hate

hot weather

high temperatures

heat

warmer than average conditions

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I love The Sweetest Pain series and how @e-dubbc11 writes Billy Russo for it! Please check this super adorable addition to it out, show her some love and tell her I sent ya!

Father’s Day

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Mostly fluffy bunnies and unicorns and some PG-13 smexy time. Mentions of abandonment.

Word Count: 2.4K-ish

Summary: It’s Billy’s first Father’s Day with two kids and Little Raven told her mother she wanted to do something special for her Dad

A/N: This was a request from my darling friend @jvanilly who has followed this series from the get-go. Thank you for the ask and I hope you like what I did here. Part of The Sweetest Pain Series.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The kids were asleep, your company had gone home, and the dishwasher had completed its cycle. The house was finally completely silent.

After your shower, you went looking for Billy. Since he wasn’t in your bedroom, you knew there was a pretty good chance that he was in his art studio. You noticed a warm light coming from the next room as you tiptoed into the doorway. Leaning against the doorframe as you tended to do when you tried to sneak up on him, always failing miserably, you saw he was just staring at something that you couldn’t quite make out.

“Always tryin’ to sneak up on me, huh sweet girl?” He asked softly.

You smiled and replied, “Maybe I’ll get you one day.”

“Not likely, baby. But I’m not gonna stop you from tryin’.” Said Billy.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, handsome?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his torso.

Billy reached out and pulled the picture off the wall. It was one of the first art projects Anna had done at daycare. It was two upside down hand prints and above them, it said “Best Daddy, Hands Down.”

“Remember this?” Billy asked with a slight smile.

Your lips curled into a smile.

“Awww, your first homemade Father’s Day present.” You replied. “She was so excited to give it to you. I think she was two.”

“Never thought I’d ever become a father.” Whispered Billy.

It wasn’t that long ago that your husband was just your tattoo artist and friend. Now, several years and two kids later, he was still adjusting to the fact that he was a husband and he now had two smaller pieces of him that he was trying his hardest to be a good father to.

“Tomorrow will be your first father’s day with TWO kids. I know Dylan made you something at daycare and Little Raven showed me what she made for you in preschool.” You said, clasping your hands together behind Billy’s neck.

Billy touched his forehead to yours. It was always such a comfort for him when he did because it made him feel safe and it was a sign of trust between the two of you. Gently, he pressed his lips to yours and snaked his hands around your waist, pulling you flush to his body as the warmth radiated through his black t-shirt against your soft skin.

“I love you.” Said Billy in a hushed tone.

Your lips curled into a warm smile and replied, “I love you too, baby.”

Billy’s dark chocolate eyes looked worrisome.

“Am I a good father, sweet girl?” He asked with a slight hitch in his voice.

You delicately raked your nails against his scalp as he relaxed his shoulders and rested his hands on your hips.

“Of course you are, Billy. I know Dylan is still really young but both of the kids are always so happy to see you when you come home from work. No matter how tired you are, you never brush them off. You sit and draw with Anna or watch a movie with her, you make funny noises to try and make Dylan laugh. They love you, baby. You’re a great dad.” You replied, brushing his beard with your thumb.

A shy smile stretched across Billy’s lips. He’d never admit it but he loved the praise you gave him, loved to hear that he was doing a good job, and that you and the kids just adored him. His smile was all of the admission you needed to see.

“I think I’m ready for bed now, beautiful.” Said Billy with a wink.

You knew what that meant.

“Race ya, lieutenant!” You exclaimed.

As you turned to run out of the room, Billy hip checked you to get out of the room first and make it to your bedroom before you could even get out of his studio.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed when you walked in with a slight scowl on your face. Billy was hyper competitive and he’d never, under any circumstances, let anyone win, not even his four-year-old daughter. So he definitely wasn’t going to let you win a foot race to the bedroom.

Glaring at him, pointing one finger in the air, you rhetorically asked him, “Did you just HIP CHECK me, Mr. Russo?”

“Well, you would have won if I didn’t.” He said, flashing you that million-dollar smile and inching up toward the middle of the bed.

“Oh you are sooooooo lucky you’re cute, my love.” You replied, straddling him.

Billy’s hands immediately traveled to your ass, as he gently nipped along your jaw and down the sides of your neck. He mapped the rest of your body with his talented fingers, sending sharp tingles down your spine as he grazed the soft skin of your lower back.

“You know I can’t just LET you win, sweet girl. Can I make it up to you?” He asked, as he pressed his lips against the sculpted hollow of your throat.

“I’m listening…how?” You asked, pushing his hair back that had tumbled into his eyes.

His lips collided with yours, parting them with his tongue to tangle with yours as he rolled until you were underneath him and his hips were pressed firmly against you.

“What if I hip check you in a different way?” He asked, gently thrusting his hips against you.

Billy’s hardening length pressed against your core as he peppered gentle kisses down your neck. A wet spot immediately formed on your panties and his hand traveled along your outer thigh while goosebumps erupted across your exposed skin.

His lips were suddenly on yours again.

Smiling against his lips, you said, “I suppose I can allow that. I love you, Billy.”

The corners of his mouth curled into a warm smile as Billy replied, “I love you too, my little firecracker.”

And with another kiss, he covered your body with his own.

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While putting Anna to bed last night, you reminded her that the next day was Father’s Day and that you all should do something special for Billy to which she suggested making him breakfast. Little Raven had always been an early riser so when she woke up the next morning, she quietly crept into your bedroom to wake you up, being very careful not to wake her father.

A lot of children were very heavy on their feet even just walking but not Anna. Like her father, she was very light on her feet and she was up even before Dylan. It was very early but it was the perfect time to start breakfast.

“Coffee is the most important part, right Mommy?” She asked, pointing at the coffee maker.

She learned that from her dad.

“Did Daddy tell you that, Little Raven?” You asked with a slight smile, picking up the stepstool and placing it on the floor next to the counter.

Anna answered, “Daddy said if you don’t have it, you a bear.”

She flashed a sly smile at you like she was getting away with saying something bad.

You couldn’t help but chuckle because he wasn’t wrong but he was just as bad with needing a caffeine boost every morning so you made sure that coffee was the first thing you prepared. Of course you let Little Raven push the button.

“Well, Daddy isn’t wrong. Mommy does love her coffee but so does Daddy. Breakfast is gonna taste extra yummy because you helped me make it. You ready?” You asked.

Anna squealed with excitement and clapped her hands.

“Ready, Mommy!”

Placing your finger in front of your lips, you said, “Sssshhhh, let’s try and keep quiet so Daddy and Dylan can sleep some more, ok?”

Little Raven whispered back with a big smile, “Ok, Mommy.”

Even when Anna could barely walk, she always wanted to help you with whatever you were doing so she was very excited to help make her dad his Father’s Day breakfast.

She helped you line up the bacon on the baking sheet, getting it ready to bake in the oven. She sprayed water everywhere after you showed her how to rinse the strawberries and then she wanted to make pancakes.

“Daddy likes pancakes. Look how big this one is, Mommy!” She said excitedly.

“Yes, that is a big one, isn’t it. See how the bubbles are popping right there? That’s how you know it’s time to flip it, ready?” You asked, guiding the spatula in her little hands, getting ready to turn it over.

“Ready!” Said Anna.

“Aaaaaaand….Ta-da! Good job, baby girl!” You said with praise.

She was so excited.

“I did it!” Shouted Anna.

Just as you added the pancake to the pile, Billy walked into the kitchen carrying Dylan.

“What’s goin’ on in here?” Asked Billy with a wide smile.

Anna’s face lit up, her smile stretched from ear to ear as she took off running toward her dad. Grabbing onto his leg, she squeezed him tightly.

“HI DADDY!!” She said, her tiny voice was full of excitement.

You took Dylan so Billy could pick up Anna.

“Hey, little miss. What are you and Mommy doin’?” Billy asked, kissing Anna on the forehead.

“Remember what we practiced this morning, Little Raven?” You asked.

She nodded and you both said simultaneously, “HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, DADDY!”

“Me and Mommy made you breffast!” Said Anna.

Billy’s lips curled into a wide smile as he replied, “It smells sooooo good, baby. Did you make coffee too?”

“I pushed the button! Don’t worry, Mommy had some.” She said, then loudly whispered into Billy’s ear, “She’s not a bear.”

You and Billy got a good laugh out of that one.

“Yes, thank you for telling our child that I can be a bit grouchy without my coffee, baby. I appreciate that.” You said.

Billy inched closer to you, “I’ll take it back if you can tell me it’s not true.”

“Well I can’t do that but neither can you, handsome.” You said, kissing him on the cheek as the bristles of his beard tickled your lips.

“Very true, my love.” He said with a wink.

Anna eagerly asked, “You ready to eat, Daddy?”

“I am, little miss. I’m starving.” Replied Billy, placing her back onto the floor.

Watching Billy eat breakfast with his children warmed your heart, made you smile, and even had you laughing at times. Anna tried sneaking pieces of bacon off of her father’s plate while Billy was feeding Dylan his scrambled eggs which he was still very skeptical of but reluctantly ate them anyway.

With a lot of help from his daycare teachers, Dylan made Billy a picture. It was his hand print made into a fish with a fishing pole next to it that said “Hooked on Daddy.” At the bottom was his name and the date.

Billy’s present from Anna was a rock that she painted and her teachers helped her paint “Dad Rocks” on it. On the other side was her name and the date.

He loved his gifts and Anna loved giving him his present. The innocence and pure joy in her eyes that were just like her father’s was a memory that would stay with you forever. You were both trying very hard to be good parents to your children because you and Billy knew what it was like to have mothers that didn’t deserve to be celebrated in any way.

They were both selfish and had abandoned their children because you weighed them down in one way or another and you never ever wanted to do that to your own children. You didn’t ever want them to know what that feels like, how it stays with you no matter how much you say you’ve moved on, and how it still hurts when you think about what they did to you.

You didn’t want that for them.

“You like your breffast, Daddy?” Asked Little Raven.

Billy answered with a smile, “I do, baby. You and Mommy did such a good job and thank you for my rock.”

“You rock, Daddy.” She said, flashing her father’s smile right back at him.

Billy was speechless. The praise you gave him yesterday was reinforced by his eldest child, the one who made him a father, his little girl.

“Thank you, baby girl.” He replied with a hitch in his voice.

Anna turned to you and asked, “I go color now, Mommy?”

“Yes, baby. You can go color. Wipe your hands first.” You replied.

You gave Billy a sly smile, a smile that silently said “I told you so.”

“I know that look, sweet girl. Go ahead, say it.” Said Billy.

Dylan was still in his high chair when you moved over to sit in Billy’s lap.

“I told you that you were a good dad. You believe me now, handsome?” You asked, gently pressing your lips to his.

Billy returned your kiss, tangling his fingers in your hair, and he smiled against your lips. As you raked your fingers against his scalp, he relaxed his shoulders and buried his head like a cat into where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Maybe a little.” Said Billy.

You questioned, “A little? Your daughter just told you that you rock and you got our little man to eat all of his eggs today. Most of the time, I can’t get him to do that. So you should believe me, my love…and believe your kids.”

Billy was quiet, at a loss for words, and thinking about what he wanted to say.

“We’re not like them are we, sweet girl.” He said in a relieved tone.

And by “them,” you knew who he was referring to.

Your mother had abandoned you in a similar yet different way than Billy’s. She left you and your brother to be raised by your father and started a new family with a new husband and a new baby. Even though your relationship was better today, that feeling of loneliness or “why wasn’t I enough,” was always there and always would be there.

You and Billy weren’t perfect parents, no one is. You’ve made mistakes but you wanted to be better than they were to you. And your children were proof that you were doing a pretty good job so far.

They were happy.

You replied with a warm smile, “No we’re not, baby. We’re nothing like them.”

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Happy Friday darlings! Enjoy the sparkles and don't let anyone dim your shine. You are loved, you are worthy, you are wonderfully perfectly imperfect just as you are ❤️

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Another fun headcannon! Loving these! Oh and if you enjoy John Walker fics, definitely check out @magicalqueennightmare, she writes him so so well!!

What Ya Reading?

the fellas catching their girls reading smut (This one turned out kinda NSFW ish)

Tony notices you've been really interested in that book of yours. What is it that's got your interest so much? When curiosity finally gets the best of him, he gets a copy and lord when he starts to read. You're curled up across the bed with your copy later when he walks in, holding his. "Did you read that?" you can already feel your face warming. He just nods "I really love the part where the billionare kicks everyone out of her favorite store just so no one else can hear the sounds she makes in the dressing room" you hold his gaze, neither of you turning away before he slowly smirks "So, which store sweetheart?"

Clint is just curious so he peeks into the book you're reading while you're in the shower. He keeps your bookmark in place. He finds himself ten pages in with a whole lot of ideas by the time you step out of the bathroom. "Clint Barton! Are you reading my book!" "I am, I also never knew you were such a little deviant darlin. I like it"

Steve has gotten better about loosening up when it comes to sexual topics. That being said when you curl up to his chest, reading your book and he happens to glance down at the pages and see some of it? He turns bright red. "Doll, what are you reading?" you tell him the title and he's still a little thrown "They sell that in regular stores?" you end up teasing him that it's not the 40s any more. He wants to know more about the book.

Joaquin happens to catch some of what you're reading and a smirk slips onto his face. He leans over your shoulder, skimming the page with you. "We've done that...and that...ohhh wanna try that?" needless to say, he wants to read the next book with you.

Sam teases you relentlessly (at first) "Romance books, really?" then you read some of the passages out loud. He has to adjust how he's sitting a time or two, the next thing you know the book is discarded on the floor and Sam no longer teases you.

Bucky always asks what you're reading anyways. We know this man is a borderline nerd (sorry but with the year he read the hobbit he had to have ORDERED it special) anyways when you mention some of the scenes? He stops dead in his tracks "What now sweetheart?" you repeat what you'd just said and he slowly nods "Can you repeat it again but slower? Maybe strip down for me while you're saying it?" you throw a pillow at him which he catches with a grin and a wink "Any time you wanna try out some of those scenes let me know"

John, you find laying across the bed when you walk into your shared quarters. Then you notice he's reading your book. "JOHN!" he barely startles "Hush honey! I'm getting to the good part" you scramble up on the bed and try to grab it but he stands up, easily holding it out of your grasp with a grin on his face "So, let me get this straight. You have a thing for cowboys and soldiers? Is it a coincidence the first time we slept together was after we had to do that undercover at a rodeo?" you shrug, trying to ignore how warm your face is "You looked hot on that bronco and I was through fighting it! Now give me my book!" he finally gives it back in exchange for a kiss.

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I neeeeeed one of these two to make a move already! Elita can only do so much!

Family Man 5

No warnings except that this is NOT a dark fic. Non-dark fics will be tagged as lightficsyouneveraskedfor but will be posted on this blog.

Character: Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Trope: Single-dad

Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone who reads this unusual posting from me. I typically swing in the other direction on fics but something lighter was calling.

Please reblog and leave some feedback if you read. You are appreciated and adored 🩷. Please have a wonderful day, week, year, etc.

It’s become habit. A past time. Routine. Something you look forward to. Not just check on a list.

You idle outside the familiar suburban house. Your stomach swirls as you weigh the weeks gone by. It’s hard to think now that Jake was ever a stranger. How it was before is hard to imagine and that scares you. That it might be that way again. That you might be too attached.

You shut off the engine and grab the container from the passenger seat. You get out and rewalk the same path you’ve walked a dozen times or so. You knock at the front door. You wait. No answer.

You peer around. Oh yeah. You ring the doorbell. You check your watch. Too early? Too late?

You're overthinking. Stop that. That's not who you are. You did all that work to stop that.

“Hey,” Jake startles you as he peeks around the side of the house. You back up on the porch to see him. “We’re out back.”

“Oh, uh, sorry.”

“I meant to text. Forgot. Been trying to fix the hose.” He waves you over. “Come on.”

You reverse and head back down the stairs. The contents of the container rattle. He’s gone before you can reach him.

Jake waits for you at the gate. He holds it open and you enter with a smile at Elita. As her dad comes up beside you, she turns the sprinkler sideways and sprays him. She giggles.

“El!” He hollers. “What the heck?”

“Got it working,” she announces.

“I see that,” he pulls his tee shirt away from his stomach as the cotton clings.

“It’s sprinkler day!” Elita cheeps.

“Oh, uh... I forgot my bathing suit,” you smile sheepishly. “But I brough cookies.”

“Cookies,” Jake looks at you as he wipes the water from his glasses.

“Just chocolate chip. Something I could handle.” You hold out the container.

“Thanks. We’ll save these for dessert,” he says and shakes them.

“Sure,” you smile.

He goes up on the deck and sets them on the patio table. He steps back and wrings out the tee shirt some more. He sighs and shakes his head. He takes it off and drapes it over the railing.

“Guess we’re gonna get wet anyway,” he comes back down. You take note of his X-Men swim shorts. Cute.

You eyes wander up, just for a second before you face Elita. Stop it. You shouldn’t be thinking about it. Shouldn’t be so surprised by his broad chest and his muscled stomach. Dad’s look like that?

Your face burns as you hook your fingers in your belt loops. “I don’t mind getting wet.”

“Daddy, you didn’t tell her?”

“You only made up your mind ten minutes ago,” he chides.

She bobbles her head and throws up her arms. “Oh well.”

She turns and jumps over the sprinkler. A few droplets ping in your directs. It’s hot enough, your clothes will probably dry quick.

You hop through the spray as Jake calls your name. You turn to him breathless, “what?”

“You’re gonna be soaked,” he says.

“I don’t care. It’s fun!”

You jump through again. It’s like being a child again. You haven’t felt this carefree in years. Something about getting your clothes wet awakens a new joy.

Elita runs through again and you follow her lead, dancing in the spray. Jake stays just out of the range of the fanning water. You stop and look at him.

“Not gonna join the fun?”

“I’m waiting for my in,” he says.

“Here it is,” you grab the sprinkler and aim it at him, cackling.

He staggers back and shields his face. You drop the sprinkler as he wipes the moisture away from his skin and lenses. You go to flee but the slippery grass spoils your escape. You fall and land on the hard bar of the sprinkler and roll off of it with a whine.

“Owwwww,” you let out as you lay on your back.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Jake rushes overs with his glasses in hand and trips on the sprinkler. He manages to somersault over you. “God da—darnit.” He sighs as he sprawls next to you and puts his glasses on. “Sometimes I forget I need these things.”

He sits up, “you okay?”

“Just humiliated,” you chuckle and push yourself up.

Elita pulls the sprinkler across the grass, “you’re in the way!”

You laugh and shake your head. You lean forward a rub your side where you hit the row of nozzles. Jake gets up and offers his hand. You let him pull you to your feet.

“Got a bit carried away,” you say.

“Karma,” he combs back his hair, the moisture wicking from it.

“Whatever,” you smirk.

“Tag!” Elita slaps her dad’s arm. “You’re it.”

He flinches and looks at her as she races off. His eyes flash and flick over to you. You take a step back.

“Oh no you don’t,” you put your hands up. “No,” you barely evade his reach. “You’re not going to--”

You spin and find the ground just as slick as before. Your feet slide out from under you again, but this time, you don’t fall. Jake catches you against him and chuckles.

“You really gotta be careful,” he chides as he looks down at you.

Your whole body is glowing as you stare up at him. His strength and his warmth flows over you. You smile dumbly.

“Oh and you’re it,” he says as he raises you back to your feet.

Before you can react, he sprints away. Elita giggles as they run around the lawn. You frown and carefully trod over the wet grass. Once on dry ground, you dart out. You’re not going down without a fight.

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Elita colours at the table as you watch her over the counter. You smell like grass, your clothes green from your afternoon in the yard. You knead together a bowl of ground turkey, egg, and breadcrumbs with your hands, the only clean part of you.

As you make a patty, Elita looks up from her colouring. “Do you wanna sleepover?”

“Sleepover?” You echo. “Well, I don’t know.”

“We can ask daddy,” she swings her feet as she searches the crayon box for a new colour.

“I don’t know. It’s up to him,” you say as you place the burger on the plate.

The sliding door rolls back and Jake enters. His ears must be burning. He wears a red and blue apron that proclaims him a ‘Superdad’. It’s so cheesy but so adorable.

“Daddy,” Elita whines. “Can we have a slumber party?”

“Tonight?” He asks.

“Yes! We can watch The Lorax!” She sings.

“Again?”

“Yes!” She insists.

He laughs. “Well, I don’t know. I’m sure she has better things to do, El. She probably wants to go home and get some peace and quiet.”

“I... I don’t mind. Whatever Elita likes.”

“You’re spoiling her,” he nears and peers over the counter. “Those look good.”

“Uh, thanks. I kinda took the initiative while you were getting the grill going.”

“No, no, it’s good. It’s nice having help.” He says and his eyes pierce you. “Real nice.”

He stares for a moment and you can only gape back. Your heart is thundering. You swallow and tear your gaze away and form the last patty. “That should be enough.”

“Thanks,” he takes the plate. “I’ll get these going...”

He trails off as if he expects something more. You nod. “I should... wash my hands.”

You go to the sink and he backs away slowly. It’s so quiet you can hear Elita’s crayon on the paper. “Have you seen the Lorax?” She asks. “It’s the best movie ever!”

“No, is it really?”

“Yes!” She chirps as Jake goes back outside.

“I’m excited then. I love a good movie.”

“And I have the book too! Daddy reads it to me.”

“That’s so nice,” you say.

“He can read it to us both tonight. Do you want to sleep in my room?” She asks.

“I don’t know... if there’s room,” you scrub your hands under the hot water, scouring away the germs. “I’ll talk to your dad about it.”

You glance up as you sense a shadow outside the sliding door. Jake peers through, his eyes on you. You make a face. He flinches as if he’s surprised. He gives a wave then cringes and opens the door.

“I was just going ask if you wanted your buns toasted.” He says as he sheepishly pokes his head through. “For the burgers. The burger buns.”

“Oh, sure,” you say. “Either way works for me.”

“And you, El?” He looks at his daughter.

“I want a toastie,” she says. “... please.”

“Yes, please,” you intone. “I forgot my manners.”

“No problem,” Jake says as he lingers at the open door.

His eyes dart between you and Elita. His chest rises and falls then he pushes himself out and shuts the door. He turns and trods out of your sight. You can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking. Maybe you’ve overstayed your welcome.

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Hi friends! Just an update, I am still working on my " Is This Real?" story, but in true fiction fashion, it is coming in chunks that aren't necessarily in order. I'm actually hoping to turn it into a full blown novel at this point!

In the meantime, I'm working on a fun and spooky little something, so here is a teaser 😁 big love to everyone who reads my little corner of Tumblr ❤️

“Bloody Snow”

Once upon a time, in a small kingdom far from here, a young woman stumbled upon the King’s hunting party, bloodied and bruised. Her hair was snarled in knots, her face tear stained and her eyes were wild with terror. “Please help me! They killed them! They're all dead!” she cried, falling to her knees before the king. The king bent to help her to stand, but she recoiled, a scream caught in her throat. “Sire stay back, she is terrorized and is likely to bolt before we've heard what happened.”, one of the kings men said in a low voice. The king nodded and knelt before the woman keeping his hands in sight where she could see them. “I give you my word as King and as a knight, none here shall harm you. Breathe deeply, and when you are ready, tell us what happened.” After several long deep breaths, the young woman’s heart rate slowed and she became slowly calmer. A squire approached with a cup of water, holding it out shyly. The woman took the water with a nod of thanks a took several long gulps.

“My name is  Farren Seawright. My family has a farm near here, on the edge of the forest. For the last several weeks, we have been losing sheep and goats to…something. They were all drained of their blood, but otherwise untouched. We put them in the barn at night, but somehow, one would be laying dead in the middle of the barnyard come morning, even though the barn doors were bolted tightly the night before. My father began reinforcing the doors and windows at night, but nothing seemed to help…” Here the young girl stopped and took several steadying breaths, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “Five days ago my oldest brother decided to sit up to catch what or who was killing our animals  The next morning we found blood on the ground near the gate, but no sign of my brother. We searched everywhere, including the woods, but found no tracks, no more blood, no clothing, nothing. It’s as though the night swallowed him.” The King and his men shared a look among themselves, certain she was describing exactly what they have been hunting.

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Other than my typo in my ask, this is perfection!

Demanding Cuddles

how the fellas react to you wanting cuddles normally and how they react when you're sick

Tony knows what's happening the moment you come into the room. Whether he's in the lab or in a meeting, doesn't matter. He continues working and simply pushes back far enough you can crawl into his lap. You nuzzle into his neck, pull his arm around you and beyond that no words are actually exchanged. Why? You told him once that no one ever made you feel as important as he does.

When you're sick? He tries to act like he's gonna fight it. "Oh come on sweetheart, no reason for us both to have it" but he's got a small smile on his face and jarvis is already making an delivery order whatever Tony thinks you need.

Clint laughs when you look at him with that little pout. "Big badass any other time but now you want cuddles?" does that stop him from pulling you into his arms? Hell no. That man wraps you in his arms and sits back.

When you're sick? He's wrapping you in a blanket, only long enough to get you something to eat and drink then he's back pulling you into his lap. "Come on darlin"

Sam just grins to himself when you walk in to whatver room he's in. Doesn't matter what is going on currently, he knows that look. You don't even ask anymore. You just crawl into his lap and tug his arms around you. Half the time you're tucking your arms under his jacket if he's wearing one, just to get closer to him. Has Joaquin teased him? Yes. Does he care? No

When you're sick, he has to peel you off of him to make sure you're eating and drinking like you should be.

Steve doesn't even stop what he's doing. When you crawl in his lap wanting cuddles, he'll adjust you to pick you up and continue his day if need be. You want him, you can have him, even if he's working around you.

When you're sick, he practically has you laying on his shoulder as he moves around to make sure you have everything you need.

Joaquin lives for it! That man loves nothing more than you randomly crawling up on him, pulling his arms around you and refusing to move for a while. "Missed me huh baby?"

When you're sick he coaxs you out of his lap long enough to get you meds or just to make sure you have what you need then he's pulling you back.

Bucky is honestly thrown off by the softness of it the first few times. You just want him to hold you? After that he craves it but doesn't know how to ask so he just watches you when you come into the room and is downright grinning when you crawl into his lap.

When you're sick, you're getting carried around and waited on hand and foot by this man. "Bucky, it's a cold" "A cold landed Steve in the hospital" "In the forties and he had seventeen other things wrong with him"

John, at first is like that meme "What is this?" "Affection?" "Disgusting. Do it again" Seriously though the man craves a soft touch and you wanting to curl up on him? God he has to talk his heart into staying in his chest. He loves nothing more but still grumbles "Sweetheart, I can't sit here all day" (yet he is perfectly happy to sit there forever if that's what you want)

When you're sick, the man is southern and a super soldier. He's carrying you around. You're getting fed homemade soup (that's actually pretty good) and made to take medicine as it's directed "John I don't need it exactly every four hours" "Bullshit, open up"

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Why is this one giving Baby Trapper vibes? Nick definitely wants her stuck with him

Locked Out Of Heaven 14

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, age gap, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your father invites a work friend to the neighbourhood barbecue.

Characters: Nick Fowler (Dad’s friend trope)

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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You dig your teeth into your lower lip, your hand on your other elbow as you take it all in. The beach house is gorgeous. Straight out of the movies. You can hear and smell the ocean and you're here with the most handsome man you've ever seen.

Nick's weight groans subtly in the floorboards. You turn gingerly to see him as he lingers in the doorway. Your thighs ache and your insides are all fuzzy. You can't stop thinking about what you did on the boat.

"This is your place?" You hold back a cringe at how dumb you sound.

"Oh? You think I'm a criminal or something?" He snickers.

You shake your head frantically. "No, I don't mean--"

"I know, baby," he purrs as he shows his palm and nears. He extends his hand to you. He pulls you against him. He smells like sweat and salt. "I'm teasing you. Figured I should get you back."

"What do you mean?"

"You. Teasing me." He wears a crooked grin. "That's all you been doing and left me suffering."

"No, I didn't--"

"Looking the way you do. Acting all sweet. What did you think you were doing?"

"I... I'm sorry," you breathe.

He laughs again. "Don't be. It was worth the wait. Very worth it."

He puts your hand on his chest and watches himself play with your fingers. He brings your hand up and kisses your knuckles. His button-up is wrinkled and left undone to expose his torso. He rocks you with him as he hooks an arm around you.

"That was good," his voice is rocky and low. "Wasn't it?"

Your cheeks burn and you nod shyly. "It felt... Good."

"Oh, I could tell. Those noises," he leans in and kisses your forehead. He hums. "How do you got me wanting even more?"

You bask in his embrace. You try to focus on the moment and not what awaits you. Not how you should be at home. You only want to be here. With him.

"Wanna get washed up?" He brings his hand up to your cheek and cradles your face. He pecks your lips before you can answer, swaying you with him. "Together?"

"Hm," you hum softly. Unsure.

"I smell like sunscreen and... You," he snickers. "Not that I mind."

Your cheeks singe at his insinuation. You feel a sheen over your skin, residue of your indulgence with him. The heat of the sun lingers in you, burning up the last of your energy. A shower sounds nice though you'd prefer it alone.

"Sure," you agree. You can't find it in you to say no.

He smiles and kisses you again. It feels good to make someone happy. To make him happy.

He clasps into your hand as he draws away. He pulls you after him as he leads you further into the beach house. He takes you into the bathroom and a small gasp flutter from you.

One wall is entirely transparent. A window that looks out at the coast and sparkling water, trees swaying as they frame the utopic scenery. The sunset tints the space with shades of coral and amber

Nick turns on a light. Small bulbs in a row overhead that give a hazy natural glow over the evergreen and teak. There is no shower, rather a large square tub at the centre of the space, built into the floor and trimmed in wooden panel to resemble a bath house. The tiles are a mosaic of ivory and deep greens and the fixtures are a deep copper. It's breathtaking. Quite literally as your chest aches from your pent up awe.

Nick rubs between your shoulders and drags his hands down your back. You shiver. You only have the twisted swimsuit and wrinkled coverup. He stands behind you and presses against your back. He kisses your crown and purrs.

"It's nice to getaway, huh?" He growls.

You nod, stuck in place as you stare off through the windowed wall. The desolation sets in on you. The distance from what you know sinks like iron into your stomach.

Nick slips the sheer coverup down your arms. Another ripple rolls over you. He makes quicker work of the bikini barely clinging to your figure.

You hug yourself as he moves past you. He gets down to pull the lever for the stopper and twists on the faucet. The water pours out of two taps opposite each other.

He stands and unbuttons his shirt. He rumples it and tosses it as he approaches you. He stops in front of you as he shoves his shorts down. You at your eyes as he smirks.

"Baby, you're getting me going again," he takes your hands in his and walks backwards

He leads you down into the tub. The water is warm and soothing around your ankles, lapping up higher and higher. He tugs you down with him as he gets to his knees.

You kneel awkwardly then nearly topple as he urges you closer. He spins you and pulls you into his lap. He moves you as easily as a doll

He leans you against his chest as you feel his desire rigid against your bottom. His hands rove up and down your sides as he sighs. You resemble as your core tingles. Despite how raw you are, that need sparks.

Slowly, you ease into him. The heat of the water, the weight of the day, the closeness of his body coil around you. You tilt your head back over his shoulder as he spreads his legs and lets you skip down between his thighs.

You laze against him and close your eyes. Your muscles slacken and you stifle a yawn. Your head is foggy and your nerves fuzzy.

His touch dulls as you drift into a daze. You know he's touching you but you can't stop him. You don't want to. As you fade into a trance, you're all too aware of his fingers crawling down your pelvis.

He leans with you and the water stops flowing. He sits up again and nuzzles your hair.

He rubs between your folds and a moan wafts from you. You drown in the sensation of his gentle tending. Patient but persistent.

You twitch as he brings you again to the peak of delight. You push your head back over his shoulder and sigh. The water stirs as he moves you subtle, lifting you over him. He shifts and lowers you onto his lap. He impales you, choking a squeak from your dry throat.

You wince and your eyes snap open. You're so worn out his intrusion makes you tear up. You whimper and wriggle, only adding to the torment in your walls.

He hushes you as he spreads his hand across your throat. He grips just firm enough to keep you still. His other hand clamps down on your hip and he rocks your pelvis.

You murmur dumbly as your body yields to his control. So much as it hurts, the flames flicker higher and lick up your back and thighs. You want him to stop but keep going. You don't know exactly what you want. You can't think enough to figure that out.

His deep grunts clog in your ear and he dips his head down beside yours. The pinch of his teeth startled you. You clasp onto his thick wrist as he squeezes your throat tighter. He snarls as he moves you faster and faster.

Your breath burns in your chest and throat as you can barely puff past his hold on you. He rolls his hips up into you, burying deeper with each tilt. His body tenses against yours and his nails dig into your skin.

He drones as you feel him unravel. A new slickness spills out around him as he slows your tempo. He slides his hand across your stomach and his other falls away from your neck. He exhales with a rattle.

"Princess..." He utters against your ear. "You're so good to me."

You languish in a stupor. Beneath the dull shell he's made of you, there's a tremour. A fear suddenly lit as that heat of lust recedes.

He's inside you... All of him. He just... And earlier he did the same. You're not on anything to deal with the consequences. Your dad would never allow it.

Your heart clenches and you sit up. He catches you around the waist, wrestling you still. You relent and run your hands over his forearms as he keeps you against him. You don't know how to say it. It's your own fault. You should've thought of it before...

You're too embarrassed at your own stupidity.

"Baby, what's the matter?" He rasps.

Lie. He says you shouldn't but is it so bad if it makes him happy?

"I have to... Pee."

He chuckles. You're on fire. What a bad lie.

"Ha, alright," he lets you go.

You pull off of him and he sputters, "wait--ugh. Baby, you gotta be careful," he groans.

You turn to look at him as he has his hand on his dick, squirming. "I'm sensitive."

"Sorry, I--" you stand and feel his cum trickle out and meld with the water dripping down your thighs. "Oh..."

You look down and he does too. He hums. "I love that, baby. Come here--"

"But--"

"Shh. Hold it." He beckons you closer as he gets to his knees.

He reaches for you and brings you near. He nudges your thighs apart and bends forward. He pushes his face against your cunt and licks up the slick mess between your folds. You yipe and latch onto his head to keep from slipping.

He wiggles his head, rubbing his face against you as he growls. He pulls back at last and looks up at you. His eyes are wild and his stubby beard shines with his cum and yours.

He licks his lips. "Tasty."

You blink and stumble away. He reclined once more as you stagger around. You climb out of the tub and barely keep from slipping. You rush for the door.

"Baby, thought you had to go," he says.

You face him and shake your head. "What?"

He points to the toilet. You cringe.

"In front of you?" You ask.

He snorts. "Princess, with everything we've done, does it matter?"

You sniff. "I don't know if... I can."

"I'll close my eyes, baby." He makes a show of doing so and tilts his head back.

You glance around. You lied but you can't tell him you were panicking. That you just had to get away.

You turn and go to the toilet. You lift the lid and sit. Just think of waterfalls.

Silence. Stillness. You can hear the water sift around him subtly.

Finally, you start and it's more than you expect. It's a deep and almost painful release. You bend over and moan. It feels almost cleansing.

"Better get back here when you're done and really clean up," he taunts. "You dirty, dirty girl."

You sit up and wipe. You stand and flush. Reluctantly, you go back to the tub. You get in and wade around as you watch Nick. He's calm and unmoving.

You go to the side of the tub and grab the dark bottle of soap. His fingertips frighten you as he touches your back. You take the loofah next to the bottle and face him. You need to distract yourself and him.

"I'll clean you up," you offer.

"Sexy," he slithers. "Alright, princess."

You push through the water and sit on your heels. You squeeze soap into the loofah and lather. You start with his shoulders. He purrs.

You focus on the simple task of cleaning him. Your eyes eat up every inch of muscle. You can't help but admire him even if that fear needles in your skull.

"Oh baby," he sighs. "You're going to get me started again."