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slipping and gliding pt. 2

pairing: natasha romanoff x afab!reader

summary: After what happened in the showers, you and Nat make a quick exit to move your fooling around to somewhere else…

warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!! smut, car sex, cunnilingus, inexperienced reader, shy reader, slight dom!nat, fingering

wordcount: 1208 words

a/n: i’m sorry it took so long, but i’m finally back with part 2! only took me like 100 years to write. I’m sorry I’ve been so inactive lately, but new things are in progress… Enjoy <3

part 1

The two of you went back to your stuff and said quick goodbyes to everyone. Of course everyone wanted to persuade you to stay, but you were able to talk yourself out of it, claiming that you didn’t feel well, and that Nat would take you home.

But she wouldn’t take you home. Yet.

The two of you got into Nat’s care before driving off. The sun stood high as the two of you speeded down the highway.

You thought that Nat was gonna take you home and then maybe take you again on the bed. But when you noticed that she missed the exit that actually led to the tower, you frowned.

“Where are we going Nat?”, you questioned her, unsure about what to think of this.

“Patience love, you’ll see.”, she told you while putting her unoccupied hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze. At the new pet name, you could feel a blush creeping up your neck to your cheeks and the short skirt you wore allowed Nat to directly touch your skin.

You decided to not question it anymore and just wait and see where you would end up.

After a few minutes, it turned out that Nat brought you to a… deserted parking lot? Very romantic. It didn’t seem scary, because on one side it was still light out and on the other you had Nat, who would never let anything happen to you.

Nat parked in the middle of the concrete area, locked the doors, and stopped the engine. She took the key out of the ignition, throwing it lazily into the centre console.

With every passing moment you could feel your arousal building, the anticipation of what’s to come pure torture.

Nat’s car was quite spacious now that you took a look at your surroundings. You could comfortably stretch out your legs and the seat could almost fit you two times.

The redhead leaned forward to your seat and with a skilful motion leaned back your seat, so you were almost laying down now. The sudden change in position mad a giggle escape your lips. It quieted down though, once Nat climbed on top of you, now covering your body with hers.

She sent you a little smile before leaning down and connecting her lips with yours after what felt like ages, though your little shower innuendo had not even been an hour ago. She didn’t waste any time and slipped her tongue into your mouth, exploring like it was the first time.

Her mouth slowly started to wander over your cheek, to your neck and then your cleavage. In this moment you were glad that you chose to wear a little crop top, which made you tits look amazing.

“Can I take it off?”, Nat asked while tugging at the edge of your shirt, but you were already nodding frantically before she even managed to finish her question. She helped you out of it, leaving you with no bra and only your skirt on.

The redhead leaned back a bit, admiring your now exposed body with a new kind of hunger in her eyes. Even though she had just seen it, she still couldn’t believe that you were real. After snapping out of her thoughts she attached her lips to your breast, taking her time with her caresses and giving both breasts even attention, before sucking one of your nipples into her mouth. She repeated her earlier actions almost identically, but that did not mean that you enjoyed it any less.

Her mouth always felt amazing on you, and you feared that every second her mouth or hands were not touching you, you’re going to miss that feeling. For now, though, you would just enjoy the moment and the sight of her on top of you.

Once she felt like she had worshipped your breasts enough she started to litter your stomach with wet open-mouthed kiss, making you shudder.

She hooked her fingers into your skirt and pulled down your skirt, removing your panties with them. Afterwards she slid down into the footwell, now kneeling between you spread legs. In her new position she continued her way down your body, leaving out your pussy, teasing you and starting to kiss along your thighs.

You started squirming underneath her intense attention, but Nat was quick to grab your thighs and spread you legs a little further.

Slowly, she was now nearing your pussy again and you could already feel her heavy breaths against your heat.

“I’ll eat you out now, sweetheart. That all right with you?”, she asked you and you were able to breathe out a weak ‘yes please’ and that was all it took for Nat.

She connected her tongue with your wet pussy and licked a stripe up your slit, making you moan and writhe underneath her. Tightening her grip on your thighs and holding you down she started to explore you, this time with her mouth and tongue rather than her fingers.

The redhead got lost in the taste of you, teasing you by circling your hole with her tongue before moving on again. It didn’t take long for her to have some mercy on you though, as she wanted to hear what other noises would come out of you.

She started to circle your clit, making you throw your head back. One of your hands found it’s way into her hair while loud moans were leaving your lips. Nat was working you so well, her tongue moving from your hole to your clit and then back again. She was driving you insane in the best ways possible.

You could slowly start to feel that coil in your stomach tighten and voiced so much, but the redhead just started to eat you out more vigorously. The noises the two of you made could have been straight out of a porn movie, the moans and whines escaping your lips, the obscene sounds of Nat’s tongue lapping at your folds.

She took one hand off your thigh and started to circle your entrance with one of her fingers while she was circling your clit only with the tip of her tongue. The new sensation drove you mad, and you were so so close.

When she then slipped one of her fingers into your tight hole you were done for. You tightened your grip on her hair and came with a shout of her name. Nat slowed down but still worked you through your orgasm, her finger massaging your inner walls while her tongue was moving over your swollen lips.

Once you released her hair and got your breathing under control again the redhead pulled away from you. You could see your slick covering here lips and chin. Not being able to control yourself you leaned forward and connected your lips with hers, tasting your own arousal on her tongue.

With one hand on her hip, you guided her back onto the seat, so she was practically lying on top of you. Your other hand started to grope her body before you pulled away from her lips.

“Now, let me return your favour!”, you told her sheepishly and she could only smile before you connected your lips again.

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happy valentines day, darling!

pairing: sub!steve rogers x femdom!reader (mentioning of reader being a woman and having a vagina)

summary: When your boyfriend Steve Rogers returns from a month long mission on valentines day, you decide to treat him.

warnings: 18+ MDNI!!! smut, anal, pegging, collar, slight bdsm, use of sex toys, pet names (sweetheart, my love, loverboy, darling, good boy), praise kink, mommy kink (sorry not sorry)

wordcount: 3175 words

a/n: happy valentines day! i actually wanted to make this way longer, but i always have super bad timing for holiday specific fics. :') i know i have been quite inactive, i’m sorry. but slipping and gliding part 2 will be out soon! don’t be shy to reach out if you want to be added to the taglist! and now: enjoy <3

It was the 14th of February, and you were hoping that your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, would make it home today. He had been on a mission for almost a month now, even though it was only supposed to last about two weeks.

You were a SHIELD agent, so even though it did bother you a bit, you understood why these things could run differently than expected and could last longer.

Still, you hoped that he would make it home today. You cooked his favourite meal, put on a cute outfit with sexy lingerie underneath and also got him a gift. The only thing that was missing was your boyfriend.

It was slowly getting late, and you were starting to lose hope. Maybe he really wouldn’t be able to make it home today. You weren’t mad or anything, but still a bit sad about having to spend Valentines Day alone. If you had known, you could have at least planned some Galentines Day activities with your single girlfriend.

But it was too late for that now, so you got up from your place at the table and as you were about to blow out the candle you heard a key turning in the door lock.

No, it couldn’t be! Or could it?

You immediately ran to the door and arrived just as the it opened and revealed your boyfriend.

Happy about the fact that he was here now, you threw yourself into his arms and he gladly caught you and hugged you as if you weighed nothing. You leaned back a bit to connect your lips with his.

Steve did not hesitate to deepen the kiss, even though he had not closed the door yet and hadn’t really entered your shared flat either. Pulling away, a huge smile took over your face.

“Well, hello handsome. Welcome back.”, you greeted him.

He didn’t answer you only took a step into the flat, closed the door with his foot and pressed his lips against yours again. He didn’t waste any time with deepening the kiss either, his tongue already seeking entrance to your mouth.

Before things escalated though, you pulled away and laid a finger to his lips.

“Uh-uh, not yet loverboy. I cooked your favourite, and I’ve also got you a present. Think you can wait for a few more minutes?”, you asked while trying not to laugh at the way his adorable face scrunched up.

“You cooked for me? You shouldn’t have, you didn’t even know if I’m going to return today!”, he gave back before pecking your lips and stepping back to take off his jacket and shoes.

Taking his hand, you lead him to the dinner table, urging him to sit down. You served the two of you before sitting down yourself. During dinner the two of you talked about Steves mission and about what happened in your life while he was gone.

Afterwards you went to the bedroom to retrieve his present. It was only a small gift, but you knew he would like it. And even though you were sure about that you were still a little anxious about it.

You handed it over and sat back down in your chair, having the perfect view of your boyfriend making a show about shaking it and moving it around to ‘guess’ what it was, but you knew he was only doing it to mess with you.

Once you let out a sigh, he lifted his hands in defeat and slowly opened it.

The inside did in fact surprise him, but now unpleasantly so. Surrounded by crumpled up paper lay a pretty pink collar. It was decorated with red hearts and had a heart shaped pendant hanging from the front. When you were shopping for Steve’s present and laid eyes upon the collar, you knew it was perfect for him. Little did he know that you also bought a matching whip with a heart shaped end and matching handcuffs with the same pattern as the collar. But he would get them some other time, now you were just going to have fun with the collar.

When Steve looked at you after softly running his fingers over the pink leather, you could already see the submissive gaze in his eyes. You didn’t know if he wanted to have sex with you after his quite exhausting mission, but his eyes were definitely proving you wrong.

“What do you think, darling? Like it?”, you asked him, voice getting just a hint deeper.

“I- I love it. It’s really beautiful, sweetheart.”, he told you, a smile on his lips.

You got up from your chair and walked over to him, stopping when you were standing between his spread legs. Tilting his head up with a finger under his chin you leaned down and placed a lingering kiss on his lips before leaving him and walking to the bedroom.

“What are you waiting for, loverboy? Come here.”, you demanded once you noticed that he was still sitting there and ogling you walking.

You didn’t have to tell him twice and he immediately scrambled up, took the collar, and followed you into the bedroom.

When he entered your shared bedroom, he saw you sitting on the edge of the bed, features hard.

You uttered only one word while looking into his eyes. “Strip.”

Steve didn’t dare disobey you, so he put down the collar next to you on the bed before taking off his clothing. He would have loved to tease you a bit, to take his time with undressing, but he knew that he did not want to be punished tonight, so he let it be.

Once he was naked in front of you, you could already see the effect you had on him, even though you didn’t really do anything yet. His cock was standing fully erect against his abs, the tip red and almost touching his belly button. And if you looked close enough you could already see him leaking.

You motioned him forward with a motion of you hand and told him to kneel in front of you.

The sight of one of the strongest men on the planet on his knees in front of you, submitting to you, made heat rush to your cunt. Taking the collar from beside you, you opened it up before wrapping it around his neck and adjusting it, so it sat tight, but not too tight.

You tugged him forward by hooking a finger underneath his collar and pulling him towards you. With your unoccupied hand you reached down and started to graze your fingers against Steve’s hard length. You could practically feel the shudder that ran down his spine.

When you heard him whine, you pulled back for a second.

“What do you want, baby? Let me treat you tonight.”; you told him. You knew that he needed love tonight and you also knew that it was best of you let him choose.

After giving it a thought he told you “Please fuck me! Ruin me, mommy.”

“If that’s what you want, gladly.”, you gave back, before pulling away and getting up.

Steve, who was still kneeling at the foot of the bed, could only watch you undress and reveal your sexy underwear. Deciding to tease him a bit, you slowly pulled off the lingerie, revealing more and more skin by the second.

Once you had only your thong left, you pulled out the box from under the bed that held you and Steve’s sex toys. You took out a strap with a matching plastic cock. You also grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand before returning to Steve’s side.

“On all fours, on the bed.”, you demanded.

Steve was already in positions a heartbeat after your request. You stepped into the strap before attaching the dildo on it. You went to kneel behind you boyfriend, uncapping the bottle of lube.

Instead of pouring it onto your hand though, you decided to squeeze it directly onto him, the cool sensation making him moan.

“You remember your safe word, darling?”, you checked before he was too far gone in the subspace.

“Yes, mommy.”

After his confirmation, you pressed one of your fingers into Steve’s tight hole. You started to pump your finger in and out of him, slowly adding more fingers. Once you could slide four fingers in and out of him with ease, you pulled out completely. Steve let out a whimper at the loss but felt instantly relieved when he felt the tip of the dildo at his entrance.

You lubed it up some more before slowly pressing into him. At the intrusion Steve let out a string of pathetic moans, urging you to go faster. Once you had entered him with about half of the dildo, you pulled out and thrust back into him, adding a bit more. You continued with this routine until you were buried completely into him.

You put your hands on his waist and pulled the strap out completely before harshly thrusting into him again. The moan he let out was almost pornographic, only egging you on further. You didn’t have the heart tot ease him right now, still you slowed down a bit, not wanting to overwhelm the man beneath you.

But Steve didn’t have any of it and started to move against you once you slowed down.

“Just like that, darling. Fuck yourself on my cock. You look so pretty, so desperate for mommy, huh?”, you almost cooed from above him. Steve could only nod weakly and let out another string of moans at your filthy words.

You stopped your movements now completely, letting him take full control. Only your hands continued to caress his smooth skin as he desperately moved back against you,

At hearing his noises, you could feel yourself getting wetter again, but you knew that this was just for him, that this was exactly what he needed.

Until now he had supported himself on his shaky hands, now they couldn’t hold his weight anymore, so he plopped down om his chest, ass still up in the air and fucking itself against you.

At the new angle Steve could almost see stars. His hands were now limply laying against the mattress, and you wonder if you should have handcuffed, but decided to let it slide this time.

You halted your caresses of his body for a moment to take his hands in yours. The contact made Steve regain some of his strength and he squeezed your hands almost painfully, your hands the only thing keeping him grounded at the moment.

You decided to have some mercy and started to pull Steve towards you by his hands, making the man beneath you slump even more.

His face was pressed into the mattress, his mouth hanging open, letting moans and drool escape.

The collar, decorated with little hearts and a heart shaped pendant glistened under the lights from the candles and you could already see the read underneath it, his neck sore from the constant friction of the collar. The blue and purple bruises that littered his skin around the collar made the sight only more erotic. Now you could also see the blush on his face very clearly. Whether he was flustered, or it was just the heat and exhaustion of the moment, didn’t matter now.

The only thing that mattered now was the way you fucked him, relentlessly drilling into him and pulling him closer by his hands, the muscles in his arms flexing with every thrust.

The sounds of skin hitting skin and the wet sound of the dildo repeatedly disappearing into Steve’s tight hoke over and over again.

You angled your hips a little different, now hitting his prostate with ever thrust.

At the new angle Steve’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, the volume of his moans increasing. You could feel his hands getting sweary and gripping yours tighter, doing all he could right now so you wouldn’t let go.

As if you would ever.

You slowed down your thrusts, making Steve fuck himself against you again with a whine.

You covered his body with yours, your breasts against his back, your face next to his.

“You look so pretty, all cock drunk and dumb for me. Fucking yourself on my cock, such a desperate slut for mommy, huh?”, you whispered into his ear, “Can feel you getting closer, darling. Do you want to cum? Do you want mommy to make you cum?”

At your filthy words, Steve let out a string of loud and pathetic whimpers. You could feel him slightly shaking beneath you, even more so once he registered your words and started to frantically nods.

“Let me hear that pretty voice loverboy, tell me; do you want me to make you cum”, you asked again, wanting to torture him a bit more.

But you knew he loved it.

“Y- Yes, mommy! Please, please make me cum. I’ll be a good boy, I- I promise!”, he managed to stutter out. You let go of one of his hands, immediately soothing his whining by littering his face with soft kisses.

With your now free hand you reached under Steve and wrapped it around his throbbing and leaking cock. The pre-cum that had already escaped his tip, turned out to be the perfect lube.

You didn’t move your hand over him, only picked up your thrusts again. With every thrust his erection slid through your hands, only adding to the super soldier’s pleasure.

Now you could feel him getting closer and closer, his moans and whimpers growing louder, his cock throbbing in your hand.

“Pretty boy, you look so pretty for me, so handsome. Such a good boy, you did so good for mommy! Cum for me, cum for mommy!”

And that was all it took for Steve.

He came with a shout of your name, coating your hands and sheets in white, thick cum.

You continued to fuck him through his orgasm, slowing your thrusts until you came to a halt inside of him.

Once Steve’s breathing had almost returned to normal, you went to pull out of him. But before you could, he stopped you.

“Please stay inside, please just a moment, mommy.”, he almost begged.

And who are you to deny him. Reaching up, you stroked his hair, immediately soothing and assuring him. “Relax, darling. Of course I will, you were such a good boy for mommy! You deserve it.”

So, you spent a few more moments on top of him, running your fingers through his hair with one hand, while still holding his with your other hand.

Steve now plopped down onto the mattress, the exhaustion slowly hitting him. You were still laying on top of him, your body adding a comforting weight to the super soldiers back.

You peppered slow kisses all over his face, a lazy smile now adorning Steve’s face. He let out a low growl when you started to pull your hand from under his body and started to softly caress his body, moving your hands up and down his sides while simultaneously running your fingers through his hair.

Every time he looked at you with that easy and content smile of his, butterflies started to flood your stomach. No matter how often he smirked at you that way mut always made you feel like a lovesick teenager, and you hoped that would never change.

You pressed a tender kiss to his lips, his face instantly tilting ups o you could deepen it. Letting him have the satisfaction of succeeding, you slipped your tongue into his mouth, entangled it with his.

In this moment you knew, if you were to die now, you’d die a happy woman.

Pulling away, you took a deep breath before slowly easing the silicone cock out of Steve. He had calmed down enough and didn’t protest when you pulled out.

He did however whine when he felt you leave the bed, but you were quick to soothe him by placing another kiss on his lips and promising to be back in just a moment.

You took of the strap, deciding to clean it tomorrow before going to the bathroom and turning on the bathtub, adding a generous amount of bubble bath to the stream.

Going back to the bedroom, you helped Steve up from the bed, pulled one of his arms over your shoulders and practically dragged the super soldier into the bathroom. There you removed the collar from his neck, putting it away for now.

You helped Steve into the bathtub, even though he was still pretty deep in the headspace and only smiled at you like you hung up the stars in the sky. And to him it sometimes felt like it, like he was made for you, designed by fate, and then destined. But he wouldn’t tell you that yet, he would keep it to himself until he would reveal it to you at the altar.

One day.

But for now, he only enjoyed your hands wandering over his body, washing him and then his hair as tenderly as you always did. In between the steps you would take a break to just show him how much you appreciated him by littering kisses all over his face and upper body, by massaging his head and his tense shoulders until they relaxed.

Before the water got cold, you helped him out of the tub. You dried him off and helped him into a pair of boxer shorts.

After you got him to lay down again, you started to rub lotion into his bruised skin, being extra careful with his sore neck. You slowly massaged the lotion into his pale skin, massaging him in slow circles. Performing aftercare was not just essential in your relationship with the super soldier, but you also really enjoyed that he would let you take care of him.

Normally, he would always insist that he was all right, that he didn’t need you to path him up, because by tomorrow the cuts would already be gone, that he didn’t need medicine or anything like that.

But after intense nights like this he craved it. Craved your hands caressing his skin, you kissed covering his body and your gentle words soothing him. And you craved it just the same, knowing how good it made him feel and how appreciated. You wanted – no, needed – him to know that he was worth it and that he always deserved a bit of pampering.

After rubbing all of the lotion in, you got dressed again yourself – also in only one of Steve’s pairs of boxer shorts – and laid down in bed. You opened your arms and your happy and content boyfriend immediately rolled into your arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck, as you hugged him close and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Happy Valentines Day, darling.”, you whispered, and that were the last words Steve heard before falling into a deep slumber.

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✧*̥˚ specials masterlist *̥˚✧

this is my masterlist for all the specials i've written so far! they are not sorted by fandom or ship, but by occasion! most of them have something to do with specific holidays but soon there'll also be my 100 followers special! if you have any requests/ideas for that, don't be shy to reach out!

my regular masterlist!

✧*̥˚ key *̥˚✧

❤️‍🔥 smut 🌸fluff ⛓️ hurt/comfort 🖤 dark

✧*̥˚ Christmas*̥˚✧

under the mistletoe ❤️‍🔥

bruce banner x afab!reader After a kiss under the mistletoe, you can’t deny the tension between you and your infamous crush Bruce Banner.

home for christmas 🌸

Tom Hiddleston x reader You had resigned yourself to spending this christmas alone, when a sudden visitor surprises you…

✧*̥˚ New Years Eve*̥˚✧

a kiss at midnight ❤️‍🔥⛓️

miguel o’hara x reader You and your boyfriend Miguel O’Hara had a fight about his working hours and how you felt he didn’t put enough effort into your relationship. You haven’t talked to him in days and were growing more frustrated by the minute. But when the annual New Years Party of the tower is coming up, you see the perfect opportunity to make him jealous.

✧*̥˚ Valentines Day *̥˚✧

happy valentines day, darling! ❤️‍🔥🌸

sub!steve rogers x femdom!reader When your boyfriend Steve Rogers returns from a month long mission on valentines day, you decide to treat him.

✧*̥˚ Follower Specials *̥˚✧

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do you trust me, sweetheart?

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader

summary: After an unsuccessful mission, you notice how tense and stressed your colleague Simon “Ghost” Riley is. When you ask him how you can help him relieve some stress, things take an unexpected turn…

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! smut, p in v sex, slight corruption kink, chocking, face fucking, blow job, blindfold, handcuffs, BDSM, pet names, breeding, bondage, cum eating, aftercare

wordcount: 3.549 words

a/n: Hey, this is a request from my friend! I haven’t written in quite some time, so this was actually very refreshing! Enjoy <3

The team and you had planned this mission for months. Almost every possible scenario and outcome had been discussed and only the best trained of your colleagues were picked out for it. Hours and hours of preparation had gone into this mission and still.

You failed.

The abandoned warehouse you were sure contained some high-profile weapons turned out to be a well constructed trap.

It is not surprising that the lot of you was not just disappointed but also frustrated. You retreated to your personal quarters, showered, put on more comfortable clothes and went out again.

You and Simon “Ghost” Riley have been colleagues for a long time. For quite some time you could even call him a friend. The two of you talked a lot, so you knew that this loss was not taken easy by the soldier.

So, you left the comfort of your home to go to his. You were all living at the same place, as every moment you could be called for a mission.

You knocked on his door and a few moments later, Ghost opened the door. He was dressed in a black suit with a matching black shirt that stretched along his chest as he leaned one of his arms against the doorframe.

The top three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and you could see his tanned skin that lay hidden underneath.

“What’s up, buttercup? Is everything all right?”, you felt a slight blush creeping up your checks at the pet name, even though you were already used to them. His voice sounded immediately concerned when you showed up without an invitation. You didn’t think too much about intruding, you knew that he rarely got any visits from anyone, and if he did, he always told you.

“Nothing, I just wanted to check on you. I know that you always blame yourself and get stressed if missions don’t go according to plan.”, you reassured him, “Can I come in?”

He just nodded and stepped away, letting you in. You got comfortable on his couch as he poured you and himself a cup of tea. He took a seat on a comfy looking chair next to you, so he didn’t have to sit on the same piece of furniture with you, but he could still talk to you and hear you without having to crane his neck.

“How are you doing?”, you asked him before taking a sip of your tea.

“I’m fine.”, he answered you, but you were having none of that bullshit and put on your best ‘you serious’ look.

He let out a heavy sigh, before hesitantly telling you. “Well, you know, I’m just extremely stressed and frustrated.”

“Let me help you relieve it. Let me help you relax.”, you pleaded, worried about your best friend. At you words he practically stared into your soul, zoning out at the thought of it.

He normally relieved stress through sex. He needed the control that came with it and the blinding pressure. Normally, that wasn’t too hard to accomplice. There were enough opportunities for him to bring a girl home from a bar, fuck her into oblivion and then make her leave after breakfast. No feelings, no strings attached.

But with you.

With you it was different. Since he and you have become closer, he could feel how you broke down his walls. He could also feel the crush that he has developed on you and how his cock started throbbing every time you came closer to him. You drove him insane, so you are saying that you would ‘help him relieve his stress’ made him almost lose it.

He seemed to have snapped out of it and broke eye contact with you.

“Don’t say that sweetheart. You don’t want that.”, he told you, a certain edge in his voice. At the new pet name, you had to try to suppress the blush that was threatening to creep up your neck and onto your cheeks.

Slowly you started to realise what he meant, and you were actually a little bit shocked that you didn’t mind at all.

“Why not?”

Without realising you were slowly inching closer to him, leaning over the armrest of the couth, looking up at him through your lashes.

Ghost could feel his pants getting tighter, his cock starting to throb.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, sweetheart.” His voice was heavier now, deeper. It made a rush of wetness flood to your pussy. You knew you wanted this, and you knew that Ghost wanted it too.

You got up from your seat, his eyes never leaving yours, and stood before him.

“What if that’s what I want?”, you asked before straddling his lap and sitting down on his already hard cock. At the touch Simon threw his head back, hissing at the sudden stimulation. Instinctively, he put his hands onto your waist. He leaned his head forward again, almost touching your lips before whispering.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin this between us or make you uncomfortable. I also don’t want to ruin you. I don’t like that boring stuff in bed. Just so you know.” He hated the possibility of you not wanting to continue, but he needed your consent. He needed to hear you say that you want him just as much as he wants you.

You thought about that for a moment. You don’t have that much experience, but you trusted Ghost. You were definitely sure about that.

“Please, Ghost, I want it. Show me how to make you feel good.” At your words you could feel his cock twitch underneath you and you leaned forwards and connected your lips. It started out soft, but you could feel how he was holding back. You grabbed the lapels of his suit to pull him closer to you, forcing your tongue into his mouth.

You could feel him growling into your mouth and you started to softly grind against his groin. He pulled away, grabbing your wrists so you didn’t cling onto him anymore. You feared you’ve done something wrong before he spoke up.

“How about we take this to the bedroom, baby?” You answered him with a nod before pressing you lips against his neck, trailing kisses to his jawline and sucking a few hickeys onto his tanned skin.

He grabbed your hips again, letting go of your hands, to lift you up like you weighed nothing and carry you to the bedroom.

He put you down on the bed before climbing on top of you and kissing you again. He let his hands roam your still clothed body before slipping his hands slip under you oversized jumper. He slowly caressed you skin before straight up groping you. He started with your stomach and waist but quickly found your breasts.

He groped them, pulled at your nipples, and toyed with them. He had you moaning and writhing underneath him in no time. That didn’t take too long though, as he quickly pulled his hands away again.

He pulled back completely to take off your jumper and told you to take off your trousers. He didn’t bother undressing but the moment you were nude he just stood there and looked. You could almost say he gawked at you naked body. He almost made you feel insecure with his piercing gaze and silence.

Before you could cover your body or speak up, he straddled your hips again and made eye contact with you.

“Do you trust me sweetheart?!”, he asked. You knew he wouldn’t pressure you or force you to do anything you didn’t want to do.

“Yes, I do”, you answer without much hesitation.

At your words he got up again and opened one of his nightstand drawers. Your eyes follow his muscular frame. He was still dressed in a tight suit, and you didn’t know if you wanted to see what’s underneath or if you preferred him dressed like this.

You were still undressing him with your eyes as he takes out a black piece of fabric.

A blindfold.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to, sweetheart.”, he told you before adding, “I don’t use safe words. But there’s a system. Don’t be shy to speak up. Green is for everything is alright, yellow means slow down and when you say red I’ll stop completely. Understand?”

“Yes.”

You could remember that. At this point you’d do anything to have him touch you.

He straddles your stomach, his hips just underneath your breasts. He tilted you head up with one of his fingers that found it’s way under your chin.

“Lean forward”, he instructed you and you did. He gently placed the blindfold over your eyes, tying a knot in the back. He pressed you back into place by your shoulders.

He opened his fly, taking out his already aching cock. He stoked himself a few times, granting himself at least a little bit of relief, before letting go, enjoying your reaction to his cock falling onto your exposed skin.

You were already looking forward to having him inside of you – either your mouth or cunt, you didn’t care. If you could already feel him on you even though he was still slightly hovering above you, he must be big.

“You think you can already take my cock, sweetheart?”, he asks, a cocky grin adorning his face. Even though you can’t see it, you can hear it.

As an answer you only tilted your head back, opened you mouth and stuck out your tongue. Ghost let out a dark chuckle before taking two of his fingers and inserting them into your mouth.

Even though you didn’t expect that, you didn’t mind, even though you were not sure where he was going with this.

Starting off slowly he pressed his fingers down on your tongue before sliding them deeper into your mouth. He could feel your breath against his fingers, so he also felt your breath catch in your throat when his fingers almost hit the back of your throat.

You closed your lips around his fingers, hollowing your cheeks and slightly sucked on them. Simon could feel his breath now catching in his throat at the sinful sight in front of him; you, blindfolded, sucking on his fingers while he was straddling your chest.

He couldn’t resist.

He took the hand that was not inside of your mouth right now and wrapped it around your throat. That was hand that was still gloved, he took off the other one so he could really feel you.

He didn’t squeeze or choke you (yet), but he just wanted to see his hand wrapped around your beautiful throat, with the knowledge that he could restrict your breathing anytime and that you would probably let him.

But that would have to wait.

For now, he just thrust his fingers in and out of your mouth, feeling your velvety tongue gliding against them. He couldn’t wait to stuff his cock into your mouth between those plush lips and into your tight throat, bulging it so he could feel his cock with the hand that was around your throat.

At the thought he could feel a drop of pre cum escaping his cock and dripping onto your exposed cleavage. Great, now his cock was also uncontrollably twitching while you were still blissfully unaware, sucking on his fingers.

He removed his fingers from your mouth with a silent pop and inched forward with his hips.

“Put your hand on my thigh, baby. Tap twice if it get’s too much, ok?”, he told you softly, but still loud enough to be heard through the blindfold that was also covering your ears. You nodded, but that didn’t satisfy him yet, as much as he wanted to just thrust into your mouth right now, he needed you to say it out loud.

“I need you to use your voice love, do you understand?”, he asked.

“Yes, I understand.”, you answered him, already eager to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue.

He inched even closer. Now you could feel his wet and fat head against your lips. They parted without any resistance, biding him entrance onto the heat of your mouth.

The moment his cock made contact with your tongue, Ghost swore he almost came right then and there. But he controlled himself as he slowly entered your mouth, not wanting to overwhelm you right away.

He took his time and placed his hand on top of yours. He didn’t cover your fingers though, so you could have tapped out if you wanted to.

Once he fit half of his thick length into your mouth he came to a halt. You didn’t know how much more you could take or how much there was even left to take.

Still, you temporarily closed your mouth around his cock and lightly sucked, making Ghost curse under his breath.

“Fuck sweetheart. You look so pretty with my cock stuffed into your mouth; I can’t wait for you to take me whole. “, he growled above you, his eyes lidded as he looked down on you.

You couldn’t see him or gauge his reaction, still you risked it. You sucked hard in him, making Ghost almost slam his cock completely into your mouth. He was just able to control himself, even though there’s nothing he’d rather do.

He had to brace himself against the headboard while still controlling himself inside of your mouth.

Once he calmed down, he got into position again and slowly picked up his movements again. He cradled your face as he as he filled you with the last inch of his cock. Once he hit the back of your throat he stopped again. He could feel your throat around him pulsing. You were probably trying not to gag, which only made the whole thing so much hotter.

Simon could feel your grip tightening on his thigh, but you didn’t tap out.

“Fuck, you’re being such a good girl for me. I could spend an eternity in that hot mouth.”, he breathed out, trying really hard to control himself.

He started to pull out almost completely before he thrust into you again. While he started thrusting into his mouth and fucking your face, his hand remained on your cheek. He tried to comfort you while he took from you what he wanted, no, what he needed.

He could feel you starting to get more confident. You moved your tongue around his dick and occasionally sucked on his length, making him throw back his head and moan.

He knew you were by no means a virgin, still it surprised him how fast you grew confident and comfortable as well in this new situation.

With you working your tongue and lips over him, and even occasionally humming or moaning around him, Simon wasn’t surprised that he could feel his orgasm approaching.

“I’m going to cum, sweetheart. Want me to cum down your pretty throat, baby? Want me to fill up your mouth before I fill up your pussy, huh?”, he asked you almost mockingly. You tried to nod around his cock as best as you could, but settled on moaning around him, starting to meet his thrusts and moving your tongue over him faster.

He let go of your check and out his hand at the back of your head, burying his cock completely inside of you. With your nose you could feel the little hairs that are above his dick.

Not a second later he released inside of your throat, spurting his cum down your throat. You tried to swallow it all, not wanting to disappoint him.

In the meantime, Ghost was groaning and moaning above you, as he experienced one of the best orgasms of his life.

He stayed inside you a little bit more before pulling his softening cock out of you completely. While doing so, a little bit of his cum landed on you chin and he quickly picked it up with his fingers and fed it to you. When you sucked his finger clean, he was already semi hard again.

He slid down so he was straddling your waist, his gloved and naked hands trailing over your body, only stopping to toy with your breasts for a moment.

He leaned forward and took off your blindfold. You groaned at the sudden light and Ghost gave you a moment to adjust, shielding your eyes from the sudden brightness.

“Colour, baby?”, he asked you, once your eyes had adjusted again.

“Green.”

That’s all he needed.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. He was covering your body with his broad frame, his clothed body against your bare one.

You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you.

He pulled away before whispering against your lips. “Let me tie you up baby, please.”

You’ve never had someone tie you up. You also never had someone blindfold you, so that’s not a valid argument. But in the end, you really enjoyed the blindfold, so Ghost probably knows what’ll feel good.

“Okay, Simon.”, the use of his first name always got him going and even more so when you were the one saying it.

He gave you a quick peck on the lips before getting up again and returning to his bedside drawer. He pulled out a pair of pink plush handcuffs. Where does someone even get this?

He looked so damn sharp with his tight black suit, his erect cock the only contrast. Now that you could properly see it, you must admit: He really was big. Of course, you already felt him inside of you, but looking at it is definitely something else.

Again, he straddled your waist, his cock landing heavy on your stomach.

“Hands above your head.”, he demanded, not even a pet name leaving those sinful lips.

You did as he told you and he leaned forward to put your wrists into the cuffs, experimentally tugging them to see if they were tight enough.

He scooted back a bit, so he was kneeling between your legs and with his bare hand he pressed down your cuffed hands.

With his gloved hand he grabbed you hips and lifted them onto his thighs. Your legs immediately spread and could feel his heavy cock against your wet pussy. He was slightly leaning forward so he could still hold your hands down with one arm as he started rubbing his length through your pussy, wetting it in your juices.

With every thrust he hit your clit, making you moan. Before you could complain about the teasing you felt his wet tip against your entrance.

“Don’t forget your colours baby, I won’t hold back.” That was his only warning before he thrust into you, burring himself to the tilt. You could feel his pubes against your clit as he practically split you in half with his fat cock.

After a few seconds, so both of you could adjust, he starts rutting into you, not showing any mercy.

He was moaning and groaning freely now, his hold on your hip tightening, already bruising your skin. Your noises mixed with his and the sound of skin slapping against skin were the only noises that were heard in the room.

With every thrust you were getting closer and closer. The intense face fucking had already turned you on more than you liked to admit and now it was only a matter of time before you would get to your high.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Such a good girl, so tight around my cock. Taking me so well.” He babbled slightly incoherent praises, probably not even registering what he was saying, while he was increasing his speed again.

Your back arched off the mattress when you suddenly felt his tip jabbing against that sweet spot inside of you.

“G- G- Ghost?”, you stammered, “I need to cum. Please cum with me! Fill me with your cum, please.”

At you words he just speed up his thrust, making them slightly sloppy. With a final groan he came to a halt inside of you, painting your walls with thick ropes of his sticky white cum. The sensation of him spilling inside of you, made you tip over the edge, clamping down on his cock and screaming his name.

You caught your breaths before Ghost pulled out of you and removed the handcuffs. The feeling of his cum dripping out of sent a shiver down your spine.

He disappeared into the bathroom, getting some lotion and a damp washcloth.

First, he sat down on the edge of the bed and spread lotion over your reddened wrists. Then he took the washcloth and cleaned off the cum that was spilling out of you.

He placed a kiss on your lips and went to undress, only keeping on his boxers.

You definitely preferred him like this.

He gave you one of his t shirts (which looked comically large on you) and helped you into it. He laid down next to you and pulled you into his chest, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Relaxed now?”, you asked him, making Ghost laugh. It was the last thing you heard before dozing off into a deep slumber.

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misty mornings

pairing: sherlock holmes x reader feat. john watson and mrs. hudson

summary: When Sherlock Holmes awakes on his birthday, he doesn’t expect anyone to remember it. But of course, you do.

warnings: none, just some birthday fluff

wordcount: 968 words

a/n: Happy Birthday Sherlock Holmes! I think his birthday calls for some well deserved fluff and I had the idea for this while listening to the song "misty mornings" by travis bretzer, which is where the name for this fic comes from! This is also the first time I scheduled a post, so I hope this works and uploads properly, but we'll see! I'll stopp rambling now: Enjoy <3

It was one of the rare nights where Sherlock Holmes could actually get some sleep. He didn’t dream, which made awaking a lot more pleasurable, knowing his mind had actually gotten some rest. The only strange thing: when he awoke, you weren’t in his arms.

That was weird, normally you’re the one dragging him to bed and practically forcing him to sleep. He rolled over, but your side was cold to the touch, you must have been gone for some time. He looked at the digital alarm clock and it’s red shinning numbers illuminated the room with the time just behind the light. 7:30 a.m.

Mhmm.. strange. Normally you would be still fast asleep next to him. Slowly, he was getting worried. Did you go to work early? No, that’s impossible, it’s Saturday. You never worked on Saturdays, did you?

He spent a few more moments debating with himself on what to do now, when he suddenly heard noises and the fridge opening and closing again. At first he could only hear his old flatmate John (what the hell was he doing here?), but then he could hear you whisper yelling, probably at John. What were you discussing?

He looked at the alarm clock again, this time not for the time but for the date. Did he forget something?

Oh. It was his birthday! How could he forget?

The detective dreaded his birthday every year. He would get calls from his parents and random fans sent him letters, sometimes even flowers. He didn’t see the importance of his birthday. And even when John lived with him, he never celebrated his birthday.

But now that he was in a relationship with you, he thought things might change. You probably didn’t know when his birthday was, so he could maybe casually drop it in a conversation today. Maybe even take you out to celebrate, but more to use it as an excuse to spend more time with you.

But he would have more time to think about that later. For now, he would get up, see what you and John were up to (hopefully a new case) then do some thinking and maybe afterwards take you out. Sounds like a plan, doesn’t it?

He got up, put on a pair of plait pyjama trousers and his signature morning gown and opened the door that led to the rest of the flat.

But the sight that awaited him, was nothing he could have ever imagined.

There you were standing, still in your pyjamas, holding one of Sherlocks lighters. Next to you, John who was just putting a small cake on the table. Neither of you had noticed Sherlock yet, but it didn’t take long.

Once you did notice Sherlock standing in the doorway, a smile broke out on your face. You turned to John for a second to whisper something into his ear, whereupon John approached the detective, blocking his view of you for a second.

“How are you feeling today, Sherlock?”, John asked him with a smile on his face.

“What are you two up to?”, Sherlock shot back, visible confusion on his face.

“You’ll see in a sec.”, John answered, his smile now accompanied from a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Sherlock couldn’t react as quickly as John put the party hat on him. After his assault on Sherlock, he put one on himself. The consulting detective was still shocked and confused at what was happening.

John let him be and went back to his initial place next to you. Now Sherlock could see it all. You were wearing a hat as well and the cake was now adorned with three burning candles. You’re smile was brighter than the candles though and he got lost in your eyes for a moment.

He didn’t even know you knew when his birthday was, even though Sherlock had yours marked in his calendar.

Because of the short distraction, he didn’t realise that Mrs Hudson had come up to join the party as well and of course she also wore one of the colourful hats.

“Good, I came just in time.”, she said, beaming into the room. Apparently the group was now complete. At least he hoped it was, he couldn’t handle his brother or parents right now.

Now that everyone was here, you start to intone “Happy Birthday”. After the short serenade, Sherlock applauded the three of you, a smile forming on his lips. You walked up to him and pecked his lips. “Happy Birthday, Sherlock”, you whispered against them, before walking back to the cake.

“And now, blow out the candles and make a wish!”, you seemed more excited than him, but as long as it made you happy he’d do anything for you.

He made eye contact with everybody in the room, hoping he could tell them without words how grateful he was for this little surprise, before he went to the cake.

He thought about what to wish, but soon realized that he had everything he could ever need. He had you, a loving partner who always cared for him and waited for him when he came home, no matter what time. He had John, his best friend who always helped him and with whom he could talk about everything. He couldn’t forget about Mrs Hudson of course, who always had some advice for him and was almost like a mother for him. He had his brother, who was exactly how a big brother should be: annoying and unbearable. He even had Gevin? Gerald? Lestrade. He had Lestrade who was slowly becoming more than a colleague, a friend.

He had everything he could have ever imagined. So, he just closed his eyes and when he blew out the candles, he just wished for this to never end.

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slipping and gliding pt. 1

pairing: natasha romanoff x afab!reader

summary: When the Avengers spend a day at the local water park, you start to see a certain redhead in a different light. You’ve never had anything with a woman before, but Natasha doesn’t mind showing you what feels good.

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! semi-public sex, fingering, shower sex, inexperienced reader, shy reader, kissing, pet names (sweetheart)

wordcount: 2053 words

a/n: Yess, finally I’m writing something that’s wlw! I’ve wanted to do this for quite some time, and this is the perfect scenario. Enjoy <3

After a few incredibly stressful weeks, filled with mission after mission, Tony Stark decided that the Avengers needed a little break. So, he did what was every teenagers wet dream. (pun intended)

He rented out a whole water park.

Jup. The whole thing, just for the lot of you.

But you didn’t mind it. You could lounge around, eat for free at the buffet, and when laying in the sun got too hot you could go for a swim or try out the huge slide, which was the highlight of the park.

You, the other girls of the team, and also a few of the other SHIELD agents, like Maria Hill were lounging around, when you suddenly had the urge to go down that huge slide. It just looked like so much fun and you definitely needed an adrenaline rush that was not induced by the possibility of getting killed.

You got up, announced to the group that you would check out the slide and off you were. After a few meters you noticed someone joining you.

When you looked to the side you saw your colleague and good friend Natasha Romanoff falling into step with you.

“You can only use the slide with someone else. There are only swimming rings for two. But I’ll gladly go with you.”, after that the redhead sent you a wink and a smile. Only a small whispered ‘thank you’ left your lips before you looked ahead of you again and got lost in your thoughts.

Did she always look this good? This was the first time you noticed how smooth her hair falls over her shoulder or how beautiful the head looks that sits on that pretty neck. Her skin was flawless, and she looked like she just stepped out of a magazine. You could see why she was called the most beautiful Avenger.

Did you feel attracted to Natasha? No, that’s impossible. You’ve never felt something for another woman, nor had something with one and you and Nat were only friends! Why did she suddenly make you feel this way?

It seemed like it was only getting warmer and warmer and you were glad that you were about to go on that slide and get into the icy water.

The two of you were silent on the way up, the stairs seeming to stretch into eternity. But before you could overthink your feelings even more, the two of you arrived at the top and the instructor showed you how to sit down on the swimming ring.

Nat sat down into the first opening, and you sat down in front of her. You both laid down flat and you laid onto her, your head between her boobs and your lower back touched her most intimate parts.

Being this close to her made you feel some kind of way. You didn’t have too much time to think about it though, because in the next moment you were sliding down, and all other thoughts were gone.

You and Nat enjoyed the short but exciting ride, screaming in excitement . You hit the water and felt Natashas body covering yours before she smoothly slid up from you and dived to the surface. You followed after her and when you both resurfaced and made eye contact, you broke out into laughter.

It seemed like everything went back to normal, though you still couldn't get her out of you head and stop your racing mind.

You returned the ring and made you way back to the towels and lounge chairs. Once there you grabbed a towel and a fresh bathing suit.

“I’m going to head to the lockers, I need to put on a dry bathing suit.”, you told Nat before heading to the building where the lockers were. There were also showers and changing rooms inside of it, so all of it was easily accessible.

You entered the building and went to the showers. Putting down your towel and dry change, you were about to take off your bikini when you felt two hands grabbing your waist and turning you around.

You could just make out Nat’s face before she pressed you against the wall and pressed her lips to yours. You let out a surprised gasp before you got lost in her taste, her scent seeming to overwhelm you. She grabbed your waist again and pulled your wet bodies against each other before she grabbed your ass with her free hand. The sudden action made you gasp, and Nat didn’t waste this opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

Her hands start to roam your body and you were getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

When you both pulled away, Nat whispered against your lips. “I know you want this too, sweetheart.”

You just nodded, not listening to what she was actually saying. You just wanted, no needed, to feel her lips against yours again. You put one of your hands on the back of her neck and the other one went to her waist.

You pulled her in and connected your lips again. Both your and Nat’s hands were now freely roaming and groping each other. You were sure that the wetness you were feeling did not just come from the pool.

You were kissing a little more before you felt Nat’s thigh between your legs, pressing up against you, stimulating your clit and making you moan into her mouth. She kept on moving her thigh and squeezing your hips, holding you in place. It didn’t take long before you felt Nat’s hand roaming again and wandering towards your middle.

You were quick to catch her wrist, stopping her from going any further. She pulled away and looked at you, puzzled, because she thoughts that’s what you wanted.

“I’m sorry Nat. I haven’t done any of this before.”, you told her while looking at the floor, not daring to look into her eyes that you were sure were filled with anger towards you.

But Nat was having none of it and put a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to meet her understanding and soft gaze.

“You’ve never had sex before? Sweetheart are you a virgin?”, she asked you without a hint of deception in her voice.

“Well, I had sex before, just never with a woman. I guess in that aspect; yea, I’m still a virgin.”, you answered with a sheepish smile and a blush on your cheeks.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good. Trust me.”, she whispered against your lips before she kissed you again and you believed her every word.

She kept pressing her thigh against you and you slowly started to meet her thrusts and grind down on her, slowly gaining more confidence.

Her hands started roaming your body again, while you were still holding onto her neck and waist. Her hand was slowly wandering towards your core again, but before she touched you, she pulled away.

“Is it okay when I touch you here, sweetheart?”, she asked you.

You just nodded before pressing your lips against hers again.

Her hands travelled towards your wet pussy, going under your bikini bottom. You let out a soft gasp when you felt her hand moving between your folds. She tested out the waters by spreading your wetness around, caressing your folds before making contact with your swollen clit.

Feeling her at your sensitive clit made you moan into her mouth. The kiss wasn’t as heated anymore but slowed down felt more intimate. Her thigh stopped pressing against you now that her hand took over.

She removed her hand and pulled away, making you whine and chase her lips.

“Patience, sweetheart.”, were the only words that left her mouth before she opened the strings on your bikini top.

Her thigh went back to your cunt, stimulating you while she started caress your boobs. She slowly traced them with featherlight touches before she went over to straight up groping you. You let out moans and whimpers at the stimulation you were getting both from her thigh and her hands.

Her hands on you felt incredible and you wished you could feel her on you forever. She leaned forwards and started to trail kissed over your boobs and over your sternum. Your hand moved from her neck into her hair when you felt her lips on one of your perked nipples.

She slightly sucked on it and circled her lips around it, just how you imagined she would do it with your clit. The thought of her mouth on your cunt made a new flood of wetness rush to your core.

She repeated the same treatment on your other breast before she completely pulled away.

“How about we take this to the shower?”, she asked you with a smile on her face.

“That sounds good.”, you answered her, but you were quickly left speechless when you saw Nat taking off her black bathing suit.

She was breathtaking. She was always beautiful but seeing her completely bare was something else. The soft curve of her breasts and hips, her toned stomach and legs that seem to go on forever.

She took your hand in hers to lead you to one of the showers and once she turned around you could see a small tattoo adorning her lower back. That simple fact made her seem even more human and vulnerable, the fact that under that beautiful façade was a human being that had gone through so much.

But once she put on the shower and you felt the droplets of water gliding down your bodies all other thoughts were erased from your mind. All that was left was the sight of Natasha under the stream of water, momentarily closing her eyes to feel the warm water.

You joined her under the spray, pressing your lips against hers. She was quick to press you against the wall again, immediately taking over.

The kiss got more intense, and her hand went to your pussy again. She started to slide between your folds and circled your clit, finding a steady rhythm.

Once you’ve gotten used to the feeling of her hand against you, Nat took it a step further. With her middle finger she entered your tight pussy, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. She slowly started to pump her finger in and out of you, slowly adding a second finger while her thumb was stroking your clit, and her other hand was groping your ass. Your hips were moving against her hand and your wet bodies were pressed together, gliding over each other, the steady stream of the water only made it more sensual.

When she added a third finger you could feel the coil in your stomach starting to tighten. Nat could feel you clench around her fingers and started pumping them faster, also adding to the pressure on your clit.

You came with shout that was muffled by Nat’s mouth, while she was gradually becoming slower, helping you through your orgasm.

Once you calmed down, she pulled her fingers out of you and gently cupped your face. She pecked your lips before pulling you completely under the stream of the shower with her. She left for a moment, getting some shower gel that was provided and started washing you, her hands gliding over your body making you all worked up again. She lathered shampoo into your hair, massaging your scalp and making you melt into her hands.

Once she was done, you felt the urge to feel her body again, so you gave her the same treatment; gently washing her body and her hair.

Nat pecked your lips once again, before turning off the shower and getting a towel, drying your body and hair before doing the same with herself. Both of you got dressed in some dry clothing.

But before the two of you left the locker area, Nat turned to you.

“How about we cut this little trip short and continue with what we started, sweetheart?”, she asked you, a breathtaking smile on her lips and no shame about her suggestion.

“There’s nothing I’d rather do.”, you truthfully answered before taking her hand in yours, excited about what she has in store for you, once you were back at the tower.

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a kiss at midnight

pairing: miguel o’hara x reader

summary: You and your boyfriend Miguel O’Hara had a fight about his working hours and how you felt he didn’t put enough effort into your relationship. You haven’t talked to him in days and were growing more frustrated by the minute. But when the annual New Years Party of the tower is coming up, you see the perfect opportunity to make him jealous.

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! p in v sex, hand job, possessive and jealous behaviour, unprotected sex, hickeys

wordcount: 2077 words

a/n: Happy New Year! I hope you're starting good into the new year! I spontaneously decided to write this, so I hope it isn't to bad. Enjoy <3

Five days. It had been five days since your fight with Miguel and five days since you last spoke to him or seen him. You thought he was being unreasonable. You told him what bothered you and what would happen if he didn’t put more effort into your relationship. There were phases where you only saw him once a week and that was definitely not enough for you. And that’s what you told him.

But he did not like that at all.

He tried to argue with you, but you were having none of it, so he put on his jacket and left, murmuring something about a work emergency.

You haven’t seen him since.

But now is the perfect opportunity to show him what he would be missing if he left you. Today was the annual New Years Party of the tower and you knew Miguel would be attending. What he didn’t know: you would be too.

You put on you most scandalous dress that you knew would drive him insane, spent an ungodly amount of time on your makeup, and put your hair in a slightly mess updo, to emphasize your neck. You were ready for battle.

You arrived at the tower with your best friend Gwen who encouraged your little game. You entered the tower and had to stop for a second to admire the decorations. It looked so different to how it normally does, you wouldn’t have recognised it.

A waiter handed you and Gwen each a glass of champagne, which you gratefully accepted.

You were looking around and found immediately what you were searching for. Miguel O’Hara was 6’9 mountain of meat and muscle, currently dressed in a tight smoking. You could see his fangs slightly glistening even from a distance. His red eyes seem to be glowing in the dark setting and his hair was slicked back, even though a few strands were hanging into his eyes and onto his forehead. He looked absolutely delicious.

But you did too, and you were on a mission. You knew it wouldn’t take long for him to notice you; his enhanced senses would smell your perfume probably in the next few moments.

You and Gwen went onto the dancefloor with cheshire cat like grins on your faces. It was still early, only 10 o’clock, so there was still enough time until midnight, but you were in the mood to tease him already. You and Gwen started dancing and soon, you could feel Miguels eyes on you.

Miguel didn’t even know you were here. He thought maybe you were out with friends, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

There you were on the dancefloor, moving your hips and body in sync with the music. Gwen was next to you, her movements similar but to Miguel no one could compare to you.

He excused himself from the conversation he was supposed to be listening to right now, but now he had something more import on his hands. He went to sit at the bar, which had a perfect view of the dancefloor, and ordered himself a whiskey, which he downed in one go.

The burn of the liquor was just what he needed to cool down a bit. He didn’t have a lot of time to relax though, as he saw that two young and admittedly handsome men had started talking to you and Gwen. He decided to give it a moment, as he was sure you would send them away.

But oh boy, was he wrong.

After you talked for a bit, the four of you started to dance. Which was nothing to worry about, but Miguel noticed that one of the bastards was slowly coming a bit too close for his liking. He put one of his hands on your waist and whispered something in your ear, which made you throw back your head with laughter.

Miguel almost broke the glass in his hand when he saw how you started to flirt back and dance with the stranger.

He knew exactly what you were trying to do, and he hated how it was working.

You knew that this was going to drive him insane. You also knew how possessive he was and how easily he got jealous. He knew how you loved it when he showed others who you belonged to, so this was downright torture for him. There was nothing he’d rather do than whisk you away right now, but he knew he fucked up.

He never wanted to fight with you, but he was tired and overworked. He said some things that he was really not proud of, and it broke his heart that he hurt you. He planned on apologizing but wasn’t sure how to. Even though he talked about his emotions more often with you, it was still hard for him sometimes.

But he also realised that these 5 days without you were the five worst days of his life. He missed you, not knowing if you were well or what you were up to, made him realise just how much he loves you. Of course, he sometimes didn’t see you for multiple days, but you always kept each other up to date, you texted or called. But now there was radio silence.

He knew what you were doing with that sinful dress, those eyes that were exenterated by make up, your plump red lips and that hair that showed him your beautiful neck. He was desperate, but he knew he couldn’t cave just yet.

He decided he would get some fresh air and try to cool down. He knew that if he didn’t take a break now, he would do something he would regret. Ok, maybe he wouldn’t regret it, but you’d be even madder at him, and he couldn’t afford that right now.

The moment you were sure that Miguel left the room, you and Gwen excused yourselves from the two men and went to the bathroom.

“Do you think he’s jealous enough or should we torture him a bit more?”, Gwen asked you with a smile while reapplying her lipstick. She and the stranger definitely had some fun.

“I don’t know, I think he’s learned his lesson. We can back down a bit now.”, you answered her. You looked down at you phone that there was only about half an hour until midnight.

The two of you went into the main room again and started to talk a bit with a few colleagues of Gwen and Miguel, that you’ve met at parties before. It felt like the time was racing and soon it was almost midnight. You hoped you could talk it out with Miguel before then and kiss at midnight, but you were slowly losing hope.

Midnight was coming closer and closer, and you excused yourself from the conversation to find Miguel. Even if you didn’t talk it out now, you’d like to see him before the year ended.

It was now harder to find him, more people seemed to have joined the party. You were moving through the crowd, nearing the bar, hoping you would catch a glimpse of him from the higher point of view.

Once you’ve reached the bar you were looking around frantically for Miguel but still couldn’t see him. You could already hear the countdown in the background when you suddenly spotted him. He was sitting at the bar, and could sense you being near him, so he looked up to you.

Your bright eyes made contact with his red ones, and you rushed forwards.

You fell into his arms, and he caught you with ease. You leaned you face upwards and pressed your lips to his. And just when the countdown finished, and the fireworks started the two of you kissed.

The light of the fireworks illuminated the sky, and the bright colours also illuminated the two of you.

You couldn’t believe it; you finally got your midnight kiss and even though you knew you still had a lot to talk about you knew it was going to be all right.

“I’m so sorry, hermosa. I should have listened to you and not have abandoned you. Those five days where I didn’t know if you were all right, where you were or what you were doing were hell. Even Gwen didn’t wanna tell me how you were. I promise you that in this new year I will be better. If you’ll have me of course.”, Miguel confessed.

“Oh Miguel, of course I’ll forgive. I just wanted to be sure that we were both in it for the same. I love you.”, you told him.

“I love you too!”

The two of you shared another kiss that was quickly getting heated. You could feel Miguels hands roaming your body and his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth.

You pulled away to get some air into your lungs and suggested: “How about we go somewhere a little more private, Miggy.”

You knew that nickname never failed to rile him up. He didn’t bother answering you and pulled you by the hand in the direction if the elevator. Once inside, he picked you and pressed you against the wall, while you wrapped your legs around his toned waist. You kissed again until you heard the quiet beep of the elevator that signalled your arrival. Miguel carried you to his office and opened the door without putting you down.

He carried you to his desk and sat you on top of it, before entangling your tongue into another kiss. You dress was slowly riding up and barely covering you anymore. Miguels hands travelled underneath it and you could feel him groan into your mouth when he noticed that you were not wearing any underwear. He pressed his clothed bulge against your now exposed cunt, which was getting wetter and wetter by the moment.

Miguel pushed your dress up, so it only covered you to your waist, your hips and pussy now completely exposed. While you were still kissing, you adjusted yourself so you could open his belt and trousers.

You reached into his underwear and pulled out his leaking cock. You pulled away to look at it while you started to stroke his cock. He put his head against your shoulder and started to kiss your exposed grin while groaning.

You sped up your movements and he put your hand in his to stop you from stroking.

“If you continue like this hermosa, this will be over way too soon.”, he rasped into your ear.

You just nodded and let him guide his cock to your entrance. That little kissing made you wetter than you wanted to admit, but you were glad that he could sink inside of you so easily.

When he started to push inside of you, you both let out a simultaneous moan. You both knew that you didn’t have a lot of time, so Miguel wasted no time and started to thrust into you like it was the last time he would ever get the chance to. You both moaned and groaned, relieved to be reunited.

Miguel started to suck hickeys into your neck, and you could feel his cool fangs against your heated skin. You were both embarrassingly close to your highs, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was the fact that the two of you were here, together.

You could feel Miguels cock twitching inside of you and when he started to hit that sweet spot inside of you, you couldn’t hold back anymore and came with a shout.

When Miguel felt you clamping around his cock, he couldn’t control himself anymore either, and came with a groan into your neck, painting your walls white.

You missed the weight of him inside of you and the way you could feel his cum inside of you and ultimately feel it dripping out of you.

The two of you basked in the warmth of the moment a bit more, before Miguel pulled out of you. You whined at the loss, but he was quick to soothe you with a dizzying kiss.

He helped you put your dress on again before he tucked himself inside his trousers again.

You made eye contact with each other and knew you had to get back to the party. Honestly though, you didn’t mind it, because you knew that from now on the two of you would never be in such misery again.

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under the mistletoe

pairing: bruce banner x afab!reader

summary: After a kiss under the mistletoe, you can’t deny the tension between you and your infamous crush Bruce Banner.

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! smut, p in v sex, riding, kissing, breeding, no protection (please in real life wrap it gurl, I’m begging you), mutual pining, fluff, tension

wordcount: 2714 words

a/n: Merry belated Christmas! I wanted to write this earlier but didn’t have enough time. Still, enjoy <3

You were standing in one of the doorways at stark tower, slightly secluded from the rest of the party, talking to you good friend and lab partner Bruce Banner. What you didn’t tell anyone though, was that he wasn’t just a friend to you, but so much more.

To say you had a crush on the shy doctor was putting it lightly.

He was leaning against the doorway, and you were standing just inches from him, the loud christmas music making it harder to understand him. You were holding a martini, while the man in front of you only held a can of coke, scared of losing control under the influence.

You were just about to ask him a question when a certain billionaire appeared next to you.

“I see your having a good time! Oh, and see who is standing under the mistletoe...”, Tony Stark almost sang the word mistletoe with a big smile on his face.

You tilted your head back and looked up, noticing that there was in fact a mistletoe hanging above your heads. Well, that was embarrassing.

You averted your eyes from the leaves hanging above you and turned your attention back to Bruce, who looked just as shocked and unsure as you.

Tonys smile grew even more before he added, “Have fun, you two lovebirds.” And with these words he let the two of you be, only glancing behind him at the two of you to see if you’re kissing or not.

“We don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to.”, you told Bruce with honesty, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. And you were scared that if you kissed him once, you wouldn’t get him out of your head.

“Oh, no it’s alright with me. Only if you want to of course.”, he rushed out the last part.

You were already standing pretty close to each other, so after a short eye contact, you both leaned forward and kissed.

Surprisingly, Bruce had very soft lips and kissed you firmly, with a certain purpose. Even though (to your disappointment) the kiss was short lived, you could tell he was a good kisser. When the two of you pulled away, you just looked into each others’ eyes for a moment.

But of course, the moment couldn’t be perfect, because you could hear Tony whistling even over the noise of the party.

You rolled your eyes and to your surprise, even Bruce had to chuckle a bit.

You continued to talk a bit, but shortly after Natasha interrupted the two of you and whisked you away. She took you to the kitchen, where the music was not as loud, and you could have a normal conversation.

Though you knew that this conversation as not going to be normal.

Natasha looked like a little kid on christmas when she asked you “Did you just kiss Bruce?” The redhead – who was also your best friend – of course knew about your feelings for the doctor and was desperate to hear all the details.

“Yes, I did.”, you answered giddily before adding “It didn’t mean anything though, we were standing under the mistletoe. We didn’t actually notice before Tony pointed it out.”

“Tony, the matchmaker. How was the kiss?”, she asked you cheekily. You already knew that question was going to come up. You couldn’t help the blush that was about to cover your cheeks.

“It felt great, he definitely knew what he was doing. I still don’t think he feels the same.”, you told her.

Nat just looked at you like you were completely stupid. For her it was clear that that man was head over heels in love with you.

Shortly after Nat pulled you away, Tony joined Bruce with an almost boyish smile on his face.

“You kissed her!”, he told Bruce in a singsongy voice while wiggling his eyebrows.

Bruce just rolled his eyes at the billionaire. “Yes, I did. But only because you practically forced her to kiss me. I don’t feel like she really wanted it. Afterwards she didn’t seem as involved in the conversation anymore. Do you think I overstepped?”

Now it was Tonys turn to roll his eyes. “You know why she was detached from the conversation?”, Bruce only shook his head “Because she is in love with you, dumbass. And she has been for quite some time, so get it together and ask her out or something. The only people who don’t know about your feelings for each other are you two for some reason.”

“Are you really sure?”, Bruce asked one more time. Tony didn’t answer him, just looked at him with a pointed look and walked away.

The two of you had not spoken since the mistletoe incident, but there was definitely a hell of a tension between the two of you. Because even though you didn’t talk to each other, the two of you made eye contact multiple times.

Every time your eyes searched for his, he was already looking at you. At first, he always averted his gaze as fast as he could. But suddenly you could feel a shift. He now held your gaze for a few moments before looked away, making you slightly nervous. What was that shift supposed to mean?

The evening continued with stolen glances and conversations you couldn’t follow, while Nat and Tony sent each other knowing glances.

They’ve been trying to set you and Bruce up for months now, but to no avail. The two of you – even though you had an impressive number of PhDs together – just didn’t realise the other one reciprocated the feelings. Was tonight the night where you finally realised it?

The crowd was slowly starting to thin out, a lot of the guests going home or retreating to their rooms. Most of the Avengers were still hanging around talking, and a few famous actresses and singers were also still there.

You decided to call it a night and bid Nat good night. You went out into the hallway to your room, but when you were about to put your key into the look you heard a familiar voice calling for you.

You pushed the key into the lock before you turned around to see non other than Bruce coming your way with hurried steps. When he was within earshot he asked, “Can we please talk? I need to tell you something.” Your heart skipped a beat. What did he want to say to you? Was it because of the kiss? Even though you were a bit scared of what he would confess, you asked him in.

“Yea, of course. Come in.” Bruce gave you a curt nod and waited patiently for you to open the door and wave him in. You told him to make himself comfortable and he sat down in a chair.

“Is it alright if I get changed before we talk? My heels are killing me”, you asked sheepishly.

“Of course, go on.”, he answered immediately.

You went to your wardrobe and pulled out an oversized sweater and a pair of plait boxer shorts, before disappearing into the bathroom.

While you were in the bathroom Bruces thoughts were running wild. How was he supposed to tell you that he loved you? That that kiss was not just a kiss for him? That he wanted to do more than give you a quick peck. How was he supposed to confess this?

On the other side of the door, you were not doing any better. What did he want to discuss and why was he so nervous? You thought you could talk about everything. You wanted him to know that. Even though your mind was still racing, you tried to calm yourself down and go back into the living space of your small apartment.

Bruce was silent when you entered and you sat down on the couch next to the armchair he was occupying. You looked at him with a shy smile and told him, “Now we can talk. What’s on your mind?”

Bruce was playing with his hands while he was thinking. You noticed it and scooted closer to the arm of the couch. You reached forward, took his hands in yours and shot him a (hopefully) comforting smile.

“You know, you can talk to me about everything. Sometimes it’s good to just let it all out and not overthink it too much.”, you assured him, hoping it would help him to talk about whatever was on his mind.

He seemed hesitant but then suddenly started talking. “I love you. I have- I have loved you almost since the first time I ever saw you. When you came into my lab looking so criminally good and you were so sweet to me. And I’ve had feelings for you ever since and they only have intensified since then. I’ve never had the courage to tell you and honestly, I’m not too sure about myself right now, either. But after you kissed me, it was like something switched inside of me. I knew I had to have you, no matter what. That kiss was better than anything I ever imagined. And you looked so good in your dress, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or force you, you know. And the other guy, you know, also started to like you and – you’ve probably noticed this at our last missions – he gets so calm around you and then I also feel so safe and-“, all of that came out of him like a wave, crashing down over you. You couldn’t believe it, Bruce Banner actually had feelings for you.

“Sorry, I’m rambling. But essentially, I just wanted you to know that I love you and that I could never love someone the way I love you. I just needed you to know that.” He finished his little speech and was about to stand up, but you still held onto his hands, holding him in place. Of course, you were shocked but not unpleasantly so. You felt the same way.

You leaned forward over the armrest and kissed him, hoping you could put all of the words you couldn’t voice into this kiss, so he would understand that you felt just the same.

Bruce didn’t waste any time and immediately kissed you back, letting go of your hands to cup your face and pull you closer to him. You pulled away and got up, leaving Bruce with a puzzled expression.

He quickly relaxed again when you straddled his lap, took his face into your hands and kissed him again. His calloused hands went to your waist and squeezed it, before he let them wander over your body. His hands on your body felt amazing and when you felt his rough hands against your soft skin as he wandered underneath your sweatshirt, you let out a moan, giving Bruce the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He kissed you so well, it made you even more excited for what was to come next.

Now having you in his arms felt like a fever dream to Bruce. He would have never thought it possible for you to feel the same as he did.

Both of you had to pull away for a quick breather.

“Do you want to go further, Bruce?”, you asked him, even though you had a pretty good idea of what he would answer.

“Please.”, was the only answer you received before he pulled you in again and joined your lips with his. You could feel his growing erection between you and rocked down on him, making the man beneath you groan.

“Do you want to go to bed?”, you asked him and put your forehead against his, giving him some time to think. But apparently, he didn’t need any.

“No, I can’t wait any longer.”, he answered without skipping a beat. You got up to pull down your shorts and, in the meantime, he opened up his belt and pulled his trousers down to his mid thigh, just wide enough to release his cock.

When you caught sight of him, you couldn’t do anything but stare. He was long and thick, with a slight curve, already leaking from the bright red tip. He was definitely going to be the biggest one you ever had. You didn’t waste anymore time and straddled him again.

You gave his lips a quick peck before you pulled away again to sink down on his cock. You were so wet just from this make out session, still you were sure that this would not be too comfortable.

You took his cock into your hand and gave him a few pumps, coating his cock with his precum. Bruce threw back his head and let out a deep grown.

You stopped stroking him and guided his tip to your entrance. When Bruces cock made contact with your wetness, his head shot back, and he looked at your hand that was guiding him inside of you.

He let out another moan when you started to sink down on him. You pulled away to put steady yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders. The stretch was uncomfortable, but you could already feel the pleasure taking over. With every inch you thought he couldn’t go any deeper and ever time you sank further down on him.

Finally, your ass touched his thighs, and you were completely seated on him. He filled you like you didn’t know was possible. You were both moaning and groaning and by the time he was filling you completely you feel a slight sweat coating your skin. You removed your hands from Bruce’s shoulders for a moment to pull your sweatshirt over your head, leaving you completely naked. Bruce was still fully clothed, only his jacket sat discarded on the floor.

While you were still getting used to the stretch, you started to unbutton Bruce’s shirt and took it off. Your hands roamed his torso and he let out a soft moan as your hands made contact with his chest.

You leaned forward and kissed him again and started to slowly move up and down on him. You put your hands back on his shoulders and Bruce pulled you closer by the waist, so your fronts where touching. The new sensation added to the pleasure, and you started to increase your speed. You were going up and down his thick shaft, his fat tip hitting your g-spot perfectly. You moaned and groaned in each others’ mouths and were clingy to each other, slowly rocking to your orgasms.

You could feel that you were coming closer and by the way Bruces cock was twitching inside you, he wasn’t far either.

“Please, Bruce, cum inside of me. I need to feel you.”, he didn’t answer you, he only nodded and started to fuck into you, meeting your thrusts. You stilled and he took over, drilling his cock into you from beneath you and chasing his release.

“Cum for me and I’ll fill you up. Need to feel you squeezing me with that tight little pussy.” His words tipped you over the edge and you came with a shout, burying your head in his neck, trying to get your breathing under control.

Feeling you spasm around him, made Bruce see stars. He filled you with thick roped of his cum, painting your walls white. He halted inside of you and pulled you onto lap again, holding you down while he filled you up.

He circled his hands around your waist, while you slung yours around his shoulders. For a moment you were just holding each other, bathing in the bliss of finally being together.

After a while Bruce picked you up and laid you on the bed. He went to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth to clean you up. He undressed and joined you under the covers, immediately taking you in his arms and holding you again. He was laying on his back and you had your head on his chest, your arms slang over his torso. Never before had you felt this content.

“Oh, and by the way, Bruce. I love you too. Merry Christmas.”, were your last words, before you finally drifted off into a deep slumber.

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home for christmas

pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

summary: You had resigned yourself to spending this christmas alone, when a sudden visitor surprises you…

warnings: none, just teeth rotting fluff

wordcount: 1625 words

a/n: yes, i know the title is very kitschy, very cheesy, but i think that’s what christmas calls for! enjoy <3

You were home alone, about to spend christmas eve alone. Your boyfriend, Tom Hiddleston, was currently at his parents’ house, enjoying christmas with his family, hours away from you.

Being alone didn’t bother you. You never really celebrated Christmas and often only went to some Christmas dinners hosted by friends. This year though you got 0 invitations. But of course, you couldn’t tell that your boyfriend, because he would have insisted on bringing you to his parents’ house for dinner and you didn’t feel ready for that yet, so here you were.

You were currently laying on the couch, waiting for the frozen pizza in your oven to heat up and watching Love Actually for what felt like the 1000th time. It never got boring though.

You were about to check on your pizza when you heard a knock on the door.

Who the hell was at your door at this time on Christmas eve? With furrowed brows you went to the door, assuming it was the old lady from next door needing something.

But when you actually looked though the peephole, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

You threw open the door and saw your boyfriend and his trusty companion Bobby standing at your door.

Tom was holding wrapped packages and a bouquet full of fresh flowers in his hands. When you saw that he was wearing a Santa hat you couldn‘t contain the small giggle that threatened to surpass your lips

You didn‘t waste any more time and threw yourself into his waiting arms, making him drop the gifts as well as the flowers to embrace you. The two of you were enjoying this moment for a little while, just standing in the hallway holding each other.

"What the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be with your parents?“, you asked in disbelief, pulling away a bit so you could look into his face.

„Oh, darling, when I heard that you were spending this special evening alone, I couldn’t let that happen.”, he explained to you and at sawing your puzzled expression he continued. “Ben told me, and I knew what I had to do. I wouldn’t be able to spend a happy and jolly Christmas with my parents, if I knew that you would be alone. And of course, I also brought Bobby.”

The dog was sitting next to you, waiting for you to finally acknowledge and pet him. But before you could turn your attention to the dog at your feet you still had something to take care of.

You turned your gaze back to the man in front of you and lurched forward again, to engage him into a passionate kiss. You hoped you could express everything you felt for him in this moment with this kiss. He returned the kiss with just as much passion, the presents and the flowers long forgotten.

After a moment you had to pull back for air, so you decided to actually go into your flat and not just stand in the hallway of your apartment building.

Bobby entered first, excitedly running to his designated spot next to the TV, while you helped Tom with the presents and entered as well.

Tom put the presents under the tree, next to the ones you put there, even though you both knew you were going to open them in the next minutes, your excitement taking over.

But before that happened, you both took a seat on the couch, cuddling up together, the noise from the TV falling into the background.

“What did your parents say when you told them you were gonna ditch christmas?”, you asked him, even though, secretly of course, you were glad he was here with you right now.

“Well, I didn’t really ditch them, darling. I was already there since the morning, as you know, and when I received the message from Ben in the afternoon, I couldn’t stay there.”, your heart grew warmer and warmer as he continued and you were sure he could feel your strong heartbeat against his ribcage, where you were currently resting, “I told them that you were alone and even though they were a bit sad, they knew that they couldn’t keep me from coming to you. So, I jumped into the car and went directly here. With Bobby of course.”

At hearing his name, the dog got up and plopped down in between the two of you, making a giggle leave your lips.

You turned your gaze to your boyfriend again, a sheepish grin making its way onto your face, before it dropped.

“Oh my God, fuck!”, you screamed before practically jumping up and running into the kitchen. Tom wasn’t far behind you, alarmed by your sudden action. When he entered the kitchen behind you, he could see you kneeling in front of the oven, taking out a burnt pizza.

You put it into the sink before locking eyes with your boyfriend. You both burst out laughing, taking the incident with humour.

“Well, I think we need to order some food.”, you said after you finally calmed down enough to speak again.

“Yes, darling I think we should.”, Tom answered before adding with a boyish grin, “But before we do that, I think we should check what Santa has put under the tree for us.”

You rolled your eyes but followed him into the living room, excitement starting to bloom in your chest again.

“Open yours first.”, you told Tom, unsure of his reaction. It had taken quite some time to find it, but once you did, you knew he would love it.

He kneeled in front of the tree, carefully removing the present that has his name on the tag.

He made a show out of shaking it, weighing it in his hand and checking to see if he could guess what it is.

“Now open it, I think I’m more excited than you right now, to be honest.”, you told him, crouching down next to him on the floor.

He gave you a smile before carefully opening the present neatly at the points where you put the tape.

He put away the paper now holding three old books in his hand. His brows furrowed for a moment before he realised what it was, and a grin broke out on his face.

He was now holding an antique and leather-bound trilogy of Shakespeare’s Histories, Tragedies and Comedies from 1899, which cost you a small fortune. But the sheer look on his face made ever penny worth it.

He was speechless for a moment, putting two of the books down into his lap before he carefully flipped through the first book. After he looked at the books for a few moments, he put them aside to face you.

“Thank you so much, darling. This means a lot to me and had to cost you a fortune. You really didn’t have to.”, he told you truthfully before placing a longing kiss on your lips.

“Don’t worry about it, I know you’ve been eyeing some of his older copies for some time, so I’m glad I could add to your collection.”, you assured him, glad he liked it.

“I really love it. And now open your presents.”, the almost childish grin appearing on his face again.

You took the first one and carefully opened the present, just like he had done it moments before.

“Are you teasing me?”, Tom asked you in fake shock.

“Me? I wouldn’t even dream of it!”, you told him in after gasping, making you both laugh.

You had finally opened it completely and where now holding a velvet box in your hand. You knew there was going to be jewellery in it, but that didn’t keep you from being shocked from what’s inside of the red box.

You let out a real gasp this time when you saw the beautiful gold necklace that sat on a plump cushion. The necklace was simple but had a charm on it that resembled one of your favourite books. You could even open it and there were small pages with some of the words from the book engraved.

You felt very flattered that he remembered such a small detail but weren’t really surprised as he knew you like the back of his hand.

Tom watched you in amazement as you observed the necklace and as you took it out of its box. You inched closer to him and held the necklace out to him.

“Would you put it on me, please?”, you asked him.

“Of course, darling.”, he answered while he took the necklace out of your hand. You pulled your hair up and turned your head around so he could clasp it properly.

You could feel his featherlight touches at the back of your neck as he adjusted the necklace. When he pulled away you turned around again looking at him with a smile on your lips.

“It’s beautiful, thank you so much!”, you assured him.

“Well, it’s a beautiful necklace for a beautiful girl. I think it fits perfectly.”, his words made a slight blush creep up your face, and you turned your attention to the other present to conceal it.

You unwrapped a special edition of the book on your necklace. It was a beautiful hardcover, with illustrations and gold details on the cover. Just like him you flipped through the pages, already excited for the next reread.

The smile still hasn’t left your face as you thanked him for the book and again for the necklace.

Now done with the presents, you ordered some food and decided to rewatch Love Actually, as he had disturbed your watching. Though, if you were being honest, you didn’t mind the distraction at all.

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