#Multifandomfangirl

[multifandomfangirl93]

Current Masterlist

Started: April 2025

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One Shots:

I Don't Want To Be Drunk Anymore (Evan "Buck" Buckley x reader)

Summary: At the surprise party for Buck, Y/N has a little too much. The ride home is very unpleasant all around.

Oh Mi Amor (Buddie x reader)

Summary: You come down with the stomach flu, bad. Eddie and Evan take care of you in the middle of the night.

Relax (Buddie x reader)

Summary: After a rough shift, you wake up the boys in a panic. Comfort ensues.

Back In Bed (Buddie x reader)

Summary: When your fever spikes, confusion and chaos ensues.

Oh No (Buddie x reader)

Summary: Buck and Eddie catch your flu. You take care of them with an assist from your firefam. Can be read with or without Back In Bed.

Your Awake (Buddie x reader)

Summary: Storms, nightmares, and bubble baths.

Series:

Surrogacy series (Buddie x Surrogate!Reader)

Part 1

Part 2

PART 3 COMING SOON

Marvel

One Shots:

The Calm In The Storm- Stucky x reader

Prank Wars- Stucky x reader

Its Going To Be Okay- Stucky x reader

Stressed- Stucky x reader

Period Trouble- Stucky x reader

We Gotcha- Stucky x reader

Blurbs:

Stucky x reader: Anxiety 1 2(Emeto warning!) 3(Emeto warning!) 4 ; Cuddles 1 2 3 ; Pure Fluff 1 2

Fic A Day (2021): Setup , Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7 (2022) Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7

MISC:

Stucky reads your fanfics

Stucky/EvanStan COVID comfort

MCU heartbreak comfort

Series:

Stucky and I: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18

VARIOUS FANDOMS

Please, It won't stay down- One Direction

I'll always look after you- Sam Winchester

I've always got your back- Chenford (The Rookie)

LIST TO BE CONTINUED...........

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[sevcasejay1chicago]

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[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

if you'd like to vote just based on that, go ahead, but I've also written longer descriptions for both projects under the cut :)

Slice of life QPR:

As October draws closer for Brighton City College, well-known for its wild parties and a love for all things Halloween, Hayden Cox and Riley Moore find themselves only half of a friend group as Greyson Stewart and Hazel Edwards aim to climb the ranks of the Halloween social ladder to join the legendary Hosts. But when the two of them discover they've got far more in common than just their friends, their Halloween becomes far less that of Brighton City legend, and something far more...them.

A fluffy, university slice-of-life story involving seasonal hijinks and not nearly enough candy! ~80k, working titles are:

Quite a Peculiar Romance (obvious play on Queer Platonic Relationship (QPR))

Spooked

A Brighton City Halloween

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Gothic found family:

When the Lord of Crosswell Estate plans to wed his niece to a brutish lord to save his wealth, she runs away and stumbles upon Illthern, a forgotten trading village under the control of the monstrous Theodoric Gaut, whom she deceives in order to gain his protection from her wrathful uncle; but when she finds herself face to face with Lord Gaut, who is not what the stories would have her believe, she must wrestle with the monstrosity of her own making before he discovers that his supposed long-lost relative is not what she claims to be.

An inverted sort of Beauty-and-the-Beast that deals with the monstrosity of girlhood and the inherent horror of self-creation. ~170k, working titles are:

Of Beasts and Wretched Things

Shadowcraft

Aurora

If you'd like to add your two cents in about the titles for whichever you'd prefer to see first, feel free to leave it in the tags!

also i'm gonna put my taglist here just 'cause

General Taglist: @frxgprince@potereregina@gattonero17@iamhereforthegayshit@thefingergunsgirl@awkwardandanxiousfander@creative-lampd-liberties@djpurple3@winterswrandomness@sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes@iminyourfandom@bullet-tothefeels@full-of-roman-angst-trash  @ask-elsalvador @ramdomthingsfrommymind@demoniccheese83@pattonsandershugs @el-does-photography @princeanxious@firefinch-ember@fandomssaremysoul@im-an-anxious-wreck@crazy-multifandomfangirl @punk-academian-witch@enby-ralsei@unicornssunflowersandstuff@wildhorsewolf @thetruthaboutthesun @stubbornness-and-spite @princedarkandstormv  @your-local-fookin-deadmeme @angels-and-dreams@averykedavra @a-ghostlight-for-roman @treasurechestininterweb @cricketanne @queerly-fluid-fan @compactdiscdraws@cecil-but-gayer@i-am-overly-complicated@annytheseal@alias290@tranquil-space-ninja @arxticandy @mychemically-imbalanced-romance@whyiask@crows-ace @emilythezeldafan@frida0043 @ieatspinalcords @snowyfires@cyanide-violence@oonagh2@xxpanic-at-the-everywherexx@rabbitsartcorner @percy-07734@triflingassailantofmyemotions @virgil-sanders-the-gay-emo@cerulean-watermelon@puffed-up-bees@meltheromanstan@joyrose-fandomer@insanitori@mavenmush@justablah65@10paradox10@uhhh-hi-there-i-am-nervous@cutebisexualmess@bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti@ultrageekygirl

[vetteldixon]

Happy birthday!🥳

[dreamcatcher-au]

Roman, Virgil, Logan, how do you feel about this discovery? Also, celery, bread, keep up the good work! It's really engaging!

Virgil: Gosh there's so much I didn't ask! I didn't even get to ask about the dream catcher and how that works!

Roman: They spoke to us! And they said they'd come back again! This is huge!!

Logan: ....What?

Virgil: Ha! Look, Logan's speechless he was proven wrong. (we appreciate it, thank you!!)

[residentanchor]

~breaks 4th wall~ ~repairs 4th wall~ Hi celery! Just wanted to let you know that you are loved, accepted, an amazing writer, valid, and supported. You have built a family within the ALiP server, created worlds that I (and probably many others) have been sucked into, and probably created new friendships! Thank you so much for everything you've done. ❤🧡💛💚💙💜💝💞

Everyone in my eyes is:

-Valid -Deserving of Love -Accepted -Wonderful But thank you for the kind words <3

[the-scattered-souls]

Can I be please put on the taglist?

Yeah, of course :)

[sebxvettel]

What about 111 and 149?

heyyyy

111. do you have trust issues?

yes and no, i do because why would i trust anyone when no one has ever done me good? but also no because i don’t think about it all that much, i’ve always been a closed off person so it’s no different now than ever

149. do you believe in ghosts?

ummm in a way, like i’ve seen documentaries and stuff and i always believe it but also no because i just can’t imagine it????

thanksss 🧡

[anurst]

Girl Bradshaw Taglist Pt 1

Welcome to the taglist for GB! You can comment on this post, message me, or comment on the most recent part of the story :> Tumblr sets a limit to how many people I can tag, so this is mostly for me to keep track of who to tag. Please make sure your account can be tagged in posts before asking!! This is part 1 to the taglist!!

@potato-girl99981

@callsign-cacti

@caitsymichelle13

@darhk-angel

@madkill44

@cherrycola27

@hotch-meeeeeuppppp

@clockworkballerina

@krismdavis

@phantomxoxo

@piceous21

@laneyspaulding19

@multifandomfangirll

@moron-says-what

@rhirhikingston

@startrekfangirl2233

@mightiestheroes

@gizmodear

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@dempy

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@tsnelf7

@nataddz

@topguncultleader

@harrysgothicbitch

@sadpetalsstuff

@rogersbarnesxx

@loganrwebb

[maggiedelusional]

Tag List Part 2 || Let Me Go Part 9

Let Me Go || Part 9 

@dhekebekenen

@alldaysdreamers

@frenchtoastix

@gummybear1178

@blackkcami

@fuzzy-panda

@callsignvenus

@puriini

@roosterschanelslut

@babes4barnes

@rintheemolion

@sapnapsbandana

@mamimia300

@tracysnook

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@saramaple

@therealautobotgirl

@nonononomiles

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@zzsloth

@thegladeslut

@playingfordean

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@starshipfantasy

@offftotheraces

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@callsignhoney

@spidey-d00d

@multifandomfangirll

@rintheemolion

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@abentz

@babes4barnes

@icemansgirl1999

@users09

@alexizodd

@mrsjobarnes

@starwars-fan26

[sleepless-stories]

Day 1 |Fear/Warmth

@analogicalweek

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Virgil stared down the dark hall, orange eyes staring at him through the darkness. Cold air breezed past him as footsteps started coming closer, the orange eyes still watching him. 

Virgil took a couple steps away. He didn’t look away, afraid of them coming closer. Suddenly his back hit something, it was warm.

“Virgil… can you take a deep breath for me?” a voice whispered in his ear. 

Warm arms wrapped around Virgil and held him. Virgil recognized the voice… they were safe… he took a deep breath and held it, closing his eyes.   

“Just hold it for a few seconds and then let it out slowly… and I want you to keep repeating that.”

Virgil nodded, after a couple minutes he felt relaxed and opened his eyes. He instantly closed them, squinting a bit, it was so bright. But… the orange eyes had vanished and he wasn’t in the dark. Virgil turned and saw Logan holding onto him. 

“You’re safe.” Logan whispered.

_________________________ General Tag List @crazy-multifandomfangirl @aceawkwardunicorn @thisbluewind @fried-lemons

[multifandomfangirl93]

Stressed - Stucky x Reader

Disclaimer: I don’t own these boys and this is NOT part of my series.

Summary: Work and school are stressing you to the max. When you have a panic attack, the boys come to the rescue.

Warnings: Panic attack, FLUFF

Authors note: I’m going to try and get back into writing. It’s been a crazy few weeks. I needed this one for myself. I’m honestly so exhausted and didn’t proof read, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. ❤️

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To say that you’ve been stressed is an understatement. You started a new job three weeks ago, the boys just got you nursed back to health after having asthmatic bronchitis from getting sick at your new job, and now your coming to the last hours before your term ends. You’ve been working all day, cleaning after kids at your job, you can still smell the bleach on your skin even though you showered and scrubbed yourself down until your skin was red and raw. Now, your sat at the desk in your shared office, the door cracked for Alpine to drift in and out. Your headphones are in and you’ve instructed Friday to not let anyone disturb you unless it was necessary.

The boys have been hanging around the house all day. Soft big band music playing on the turn table in the living room. Bucky is spread out on the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of sweats, reading a book. Steve is curled up in his recliner, foot rest down, knees tucked up to help balance his sketch book on his thighs. He’s been working on a sketch of Bucky all afternoon, just trying to catch every peaceful line that embodies the position that Bucky has been comfortably lounging in all.

Both boys picked you up from work, Steve driving his truck with Bucky taking the back seat so that you could have the passenger seat. They brought you more water and some snacks, quietly listening to you as you vented about how careless some people are. They let you rant knowing that your stressed beyond what you should be and feeling for you and your coworkers.

They have begged you to quit. Stay home and focus on school. Finish out your degree and let them take care of you. You refuse every time. Growing up, everything that you had was held over your head. You were constantly reminded that your clothes weren’t yours, your bed wasn’t yours, your tv wasn’t yours, your books weren’t yours, nothing was yours. Your parents could take everything away if they wanted to. You were fat. You needed to look like your siblings. Play a sport. Maybe if you exercise you’ll lose weight. If you don’t play sports, we’ll take your books and your art supplies and your music.

Constantly hearing that nothing was yours and if you didn’t do well enough or lose enough weight, everything would be taken from you, set a drive deep in your gut that the boys have been trying to unravel. You’ve been dating for 4 years. They’ve offered to pay for school so that you could take more than two classes at a time, offered to cover your bills and keep you fed as long as you went to school and maybe did some stuff around the house, which they only tried to bargain to see if that would keep you home, but you wouldn’t budge.

So, since they picked you up early that afternoon from work, determined to give you extra time to take your final and finish your paper, they’ve been occupying themselves while they wait. Every now and then, they will ask Friday how your holding up, sometimes peak their head in, or just drop off a cup of coffee or tea or water to remind you to take care of yourself, but mostly they try to stay away. They are so concerned because they know your stressed, but they also don’t want to add to that stress.

You let out a loud, frustrated sigh, as your brain seems to just stop. Mid paper, all the thoughts you had on the subject are gone. Your outline seems useless and rereading the paragraphs you’ve already written do not seem to be helping at all.

Both boys glance at each other before Steve slowly moves out of his recliner, putting a hand out for Bucky to stay where he is as Steve approaches the office. He stands quietly for a second, listening to the pattern of your breathing, before finally stepping in and rushing to your side.

Hands in your hair, glasses thrown off, tears streaming down your face, you lean against the desk as you begin to spiral. Feeling helpless as you look at the time. 3 hours until it’s due and the class closes. You still have 5 pages to write. You can’t do it. Your gonna fail.

Your so lost in your thoughts that Steve actual startles you as he pulls out a headphone. “Doll. Look at me.” He whispers, turning the office chair toward him and taking out the other headphone. “Breathe.”

“I- I.” Your eyes grow wide as you realize that you CANT. Your chest feels bound. You yank at your hair once before scratching at Bucky’s hoodie that Your wearing. “I-off.”

“Okay. Let me.” Steve shushed you, reaching for the hem. As he pulls it over your head, he calls for Bucky to get a glass of water and a wet rag. Once it’s off, he backs away a little, giving you some room. “Baby. I’m gonna go open that window. Okay?” He asks.

You nod frantically, needing air. Any air. Your mouth is opening and closing like a fish out of water. You feel like your drowning in concrete. Lungs not expanding or releasing any air at all.

Once the window is open, Steve steps carefully back to you. He doesn’t want to cause any more panic. He breaths loudly. Slow and deep. Eyes locked with yours in a silent plead to go along with him.

Bucky walks into the room just as Steve is about a yard away from you. Seeing Steve’s approach, Bucky gently calls your name so that you turn to him. He gives you a small smile and begins to walk toward you. Steve stops when your head turns away, not wanting to approach you without your knowledge.

“Hey pretty girl.” Bucky whispers, low and deep. He knows that tone soothes you the most. “I got you some water and a wet rag. Think you could use them?” He asks. He makes it seem like a question, like you have a choice, but you both know you need it.

You nod and he steps fully to you, placing the wash cloth on your neck. He then retracts his hands, moving to place the glass on the table and kneel down next to you, offering his hands to hold while we watch Steve come and kneel next to Bucky.

You allow both of them to take a hand. Both rub soothing circles on the backs to ground you. They are silent for a few moments, letting you attempt to ground yourself self as they both take dramatic, slow, deep breaths. You listen to them as you tilt your head back onto the head rest and close your eyes. You count backwards from 100, demanding your brain to send some calming feelings throughout your body.

Once you begin to come down, you look down at your lovers to see their heads leaned against each others, touch starved for the comfort that they provide each other while they attempt to comfort you. Their eyes are open, staring intently at you. Waiting for the next move.

You drop your chin to your chest and let out a long breath. Finally feeling your lungs begin to work and your brain waking up once again.

“What happened doll face?” Bucky asked, slowly reaching up to brush the hair away from your face.

“Got overwhelmed.” You whispered. “Think my Brian needed a break. It just stopped working. I couldn’t process anything but the end time approaching.” You explained.

Steve rubbed your knees and looked you in the eyes. “You need anything?”

“Can one of you stay with me? Help me take five minute breaks?” You asked, rubbing the tension out of your forehead.

“Of course.” Steve said, both men moving to stand. “We can take turns so that we aren’t distracting you.”

“Okay. Sounds good.” You nodded, standing as well. You stretched and leaned in for a quick kiss. “I’m good now. Let’s get started.”

“Woah Missy.” Bucky said, taking you by the hips and pulling you to him before reaching behind you. He grabbed the glass of water that he previously brought and handed it to you. “Drink at least half.”

You tried not to giggle, smirking at him as you said “Yes Sarge.”

They knew that sometimes you just needed a cry and a mini breakdown, then you could go on. They strive to not let that happen when you allow them to be with you during stressful times, but sometimes just being there for the fallout has to be enough. They’d do it again and again if it meant that you would come back to yourself.

[author-athenagrey]

You know how Todoroki is basically Zuko with ice powers?

And how Todoroki is hell bent on lovechildren?

And how Zuko and Katara were in that cave for a long time?

And how Katara can icebend?

And how Todoroki's powers are basically icebending?

@crazy-multifandomfangirl and I have a conspiracy theory-

TODOROKI IS ZUKATARA'S LOVECHILD!

I know how crazy I am, please and thank you.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

If you print (Un)Wanted as a paperback or hardback book I will be the first in line to buy a copy like no joke. I would buy four. That fic is so good and means so much to me (and others based on that other message) and I would put all the money down to have it physically in my hands to put on my bookshelf. Omg. It's so amazing. (You don't have to post this if you don't want to. I just wanted to weigh in on fanfic printing. Several authors in the Good Omens fandom had paperbacks made and I bought three of those and I have them all lovingly on my shelf and I love them all. But I also know some people would feel really weird about selling physical copies of fanfic. Either way you go, thank you again for sharing that amazing fic💜) 💜🐝

(ignore tumblr's shitty quality compression)

(Un)Wanted, Nightmare, Want of a Spider, and Laugh have been put into a paperback book that can be ordered

message me if you'd like :)

taglist below the cut for dash-friendly reasons

General Taglist: @frxgprince @potereregina @reddstardust @gattonero17 @iamhereforthegayshit @thefingergunsgirl @awkwardandanxiousfander @creative-lampd-liberties @djpurple3 @winterswrandomness  @sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes  @iminyourfandom  @bullet-tothefeels  @full-of-roman-angst-trash  @ask-elsalvador @ramdomthingsfrommymind @demoniccheese83  @pattonsandershugs @el-does-photography @princeanxious  @firefinch-ember  @fandomssaremysoul  @im-an-anxious-wreck  @crazy-multifandomfangirl  @punk-academian-witch  @enby-ralsei  @unicornssunflowersandstuff  @wildhorsewolf @thetruthaboutthesun @stubbornness-and-spite  @princedarkandstormv  @your-local-fookin-deadmeme  @angels-and-dreams  @averykedavra  @a-ghostlight-for-roman @treasurechestininterweb  @cricketanne @queerly-fluid-fan @compactdiscdraws @cecil-but-gayer  @i-am-overly-complicated  @annytheseal  @alias290  @tranquil-space-ninja  @arxticandy @mychemically-imbalanced-romance @whyiask @crows-ace @emilythezeldafan @frida0043 @ieatspinalcords @snowyfires @cyanide-violence @oonagh2 @xxpanic-at-the-everywherexx @rabbitsartcorner @percy-07734 @triflingassailantofmyemotions @virgil-sanders-the-gay-emo @cerulean-watermelon @puffed-up-bees @meltheromanstan @joyrose-fandomer @insanitori @mavenmush @justablah65

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[bits-bobs-and-barnes]

Heat {Tony Stark x Reader}

This is Part Six of the Stark Internship series, read the previous part here!

{Author’s Note: Welp! That was a long wait! Sorry for keeping you guys waiting! Here’s the next chapter of the Stark Internship! And, as a reminder, I also post this on AO3, where it’s been edited, and some more content has been added in previous chapters! If you’re feeling nostalgic, or want to join the cool kids club, feel free to check it out here!

Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Age Difference, the normal tags for the story, lol 

Tags:  @vxidnik @madampomfrcy @rebeccaitsnotwhatyouthink@sbmarvel @can-you-actuallynot  @thevanishedillusion @classyunknownlover  @thatisthemagic @httphiddlestan @ur-honey-child @queenylime @ggclarissa @bethanylaw @godohammers @kasiarella @thebabewithoutthearms @jilldsumner @bellamyblakemorley @ariyafromonline @jewelswrites-ish @tony-stank3 @sparkling-gayyyy @bukoandcoconutsarelife @mcueveryday @spn-marvel-nerd @wecantgiggleitsafandom @chonisberonica @yosoymuyloca @mixedfandxms @badboysdoitbetter2 @the-professional-procastinator @kind-sober-and-fully-dressed-99 @snoopy3000​ @imcreepininyourheartbabe​ @quillvine​ @harryssxnflwr​ @ultramarvelslug​ @witheringblooddemon​ @babadobooie​ @introvertedmeglomaniac @hello-im-bi​ @multifandomfangirll​ @hulksmashin-bannerpackin​ 

The sun-warmed water lapped at your skin as Tony’s hands fidgeted around the clasp to your bra. There was hesitation, uncertainty in his actions, but he pressed forward, with one final glance towards the door to ensure your privacy. He undid your bra with a practiced grace, tossing the wet bundle behind you, and examining the newly revealed flesh. He gingerly caressed one of your breasts, as if measuring the weight in his hand, and carefully lowered his mouth to the supple skin. He could taste the chlorine on your skin, eyes flicking up to yours as he laid a line of hurried kisses down the valley of your breasts. He wanted to savor this, remember every part, from the way you scrunched your nose, to the little sounds you smothered between your lips. 

God, it had been too long. It was hard not to be embarrassed by the way you ignited under his touch, the way your heart pounded when he met your eyes, the way your thighs pressed into his hips. Surrounded by attractive superheroes, maybe it was a surprise that you hadn’t gotten “any” since your arrival in Wakanda… but it was true. Aside from a few drunken hookups in your final semester of university, the last meaningful sex you’d had was… with Tony. 

Tony’s hands had moved down to your hips, fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties, pausing to study your expression. “What are you thinking about?” He asked quietly, voice soft with a latent fondness just returning to the surface. 

“The last time we…” you frowned, the memory souring as you remember what came after. “Were together.” 

Ah. A sore subject for both of you then. “I’m not going to leave you,” he promised, eyes searching yours for understanding. “Either we go together, or we stay.” There was a satisfying finality in the statement. 

Staving off the insecurity, you nodded, lifting your hips ever-so-slightly to return his attention to the task at hand. 

Tony smiled, pulling the water-soaked cotton briefs over your hips and down your legs. He tossed them behind you, presumably close to the bra, and met your eyes with a wry grin. “I’ve thought a lot about this,” he mused, pulling you closer to him, and rewarding himself with a fistful of your ass. 

You flushed, trying not to focus on the fact that you were fully nude and he was still mostly clothed, lips pursed in a tight line. “Do I live up to your expectations?” You rolled your eyes at the sight of his wide smile, unable to fight your own. 

“Always.” He tried to support your weight with a single arm, struggling with his swim trunks, and cursing under his breath. “Goddamnit, can you--”

Without a word, your hands overtook his own, effortlessly pushing down the elastic waistband, allowing it to harmlessly linger around his thighs. “Good enough?” A simple glance informed you that the scientist was more than happy to have you in his arms again. The thought filled you with a smug pride, after all these months, a few kisses, and a little groping reduced him to a blushing teenager. He lost the bravado, the character of Tony Stark, he was just… Tony. 

He let your curious eyes roam, focusing on the urgent task at hand. He let his hand drift between your thighs, gauging your arousal, and tempering his expectations. You needed a little more attention before you were ready for him, and he was then happy to oblige. He pulled you closer, leaving you the slimmest of supports to balance your weight on, and returning to his previous task of paving your soft skin with sloppy and hurried kisses. His hands roamed the uncovered expanses of your skin, before finally settling back between your thighs, using the added slick of the water to glide along the sensitive area, just shy of your sex. 

It was a sensual, teasing display, and you suspected Tony knew exactly what he was doing. He could very easily finger you, take any number of short-cuts to turn you on, but he was taking his sweet time. Maybe he wasn’t as desperate as you thought, you noted with some sweet irritation, if he was patient enough to toy with you. 

He spent a few more minutes like this, enjoying the way your breathing quickened, the flush traveling down your neck, and the clear restraint as your fingers curled over the stone edge of the pool. But, as an almost painful throbbing reminded him, he had needs too. He took the luxury of one final glance, but he didn’t get far. 

Your lip was caught between your teeth, eyes opened through narrow slits, wisps of hair stuck to the edges of your face. You were serenely beautiful, and Tony almost came undone at the sight. But he pushed it back, and gently looped his arms beneath your knees, judging the angle with a critical eye, and offering a delicate kiss to your jaw as he aligned his member with your sex. “I love you,” he reminded, almost too quiet to hear, before carefully pressing in. 

There was a brief sensation of stretch, but Tony’s careful preparation made you more than comfortable while he seated himself inside of you. You felt the tension leave your chest, taking a deep breath, and letting your head fall back. God, was it sweet. 

If he was weak for you before… he felt powerless now. Whether it was the time apart, or the sweetness of the reunion, each little movement seemed to pluck one of his heartstrings. He could feel the vibration deep in his chest, and let go of the breath he was holding. It was good, so good. He gave you a moment to adjust, and only when you wriggled in his arms, did he offer a few shallow pumps. It took every ounce of restraint to hold back his climax, the sweat of determination building at his temple. “Fuck,” he cursed softly, attempting to bury his face in the crook of your neck. 

“Tony--” 

His brow furrowed. That wasn’t your voice. That was a man’s voice. He lifted his head, and gave you a curious look. But, he was surprised to find you white as a sheet, eyes wide open, and looking towards the entrance to the swimming pool. 

Steve Rogers was staring at you, expression one of pure shock, and frozen to the spot.

[dreamcatcher-au]

Did you buy or make the food? If you made it, how long did it take you? If you bought it, how much money did it cost?

Roman: Bought pretty much all of it if we didn’t have it. Didn’t cost that much, we didn’t go overboard. Like twenty bucks or something like that?