trashchat topic of the evening: sub!Thor, so underrated
maybe thor and steve have a fuckbuddies arrangement where whoever loses when they're sparring ends up on the bottom, and at first it's just an excuse for steve to get nailed a lot by thor's giant asgardian dick, because it's not exactly an equal physical match
but then steve wins, probably by doing something highly gymnastic and a little sneaky
and thor is like I DID NOT EXPECT TO BE SO INTO THIS
and he doesn't even care that much about topping he just wanted to figure out a way to WIN for once
that's totally ic for steve too
like wanting to win, tired of being the underdog
and he's all excited and proud of himself
and Thor is like "...right, right, be gracious, this will be fine, whatever..."
and then he finds out that Steve is not the only one who likes getting fucked hard and put away wet
afterwards they're lying there completely fucked out and steve's like "just so you know, if you throw our next match i'm gonna be insulted. even if it IS because you want my dick."
For No Reason Except That It’s Fun, Let’s Talk About...
Killian, Emma, and Leia.
So I don’t really know what this is, other than some straight CS! family fluff. It’s pretty plotless and useless and fluffy like a cloud because I’m just trash for the fluff, okay? (as if you didn’t already know)
Leia is four days old. She was born on a beautiful morning in mid march; Killian would never, ever forget the sight of the sunshine cascading through the hospital window, bathing his beautiful family with light. Everything had gone perfectly, much to his relief, and they had been discharged and allowed to go home late that evening. Tired as they were, Emma and Killian were enjoying every minute — every tear, every tiny smile, every soiled diaper…everything. They were both so grateful that life had led them here, to this beautiful little baby with velvety dark hair and bright green eyes.
This morning, there were grey clouds over Storybrooke, and Killian woke to the pattering sound of rain on their rooftop. He glanced to the clock on his nightstand; it had only been 45 minutes since Leia woke last. He turned over to gaze at his sleeping wife, marvelling at her peaceful features. Her mouth was slack, hung open in a tiny O, and there were faint purple rings just beneath her feathery eyelashes. He’d never dreamed she could get any more beautiful than she already was when he first laid eyes on her, but these last few days had proved him so, so, wrong. Nothing could compare to how beautiful Emma looked while taking care of their daughter. Nothing.
This was the first time Killian had woken up in their bed to something other than Leia since she was born, and of course he and Emma both always immediately got up, intent on making sure Leia received everything she needed. But a quick glance over Emma’s shoulder into Leia’s bassinet assured Killian that she was still asleep, little mouth slacked in an O shape, just like her mother. Killian slid closer to Emma, reaching for her. He curved his hand around her shoulder and pushed gently, trying to move her body nearer to his. He had moved her barely an inch when she moaned sleepily, understanding what he wanted without opening her eyes. She moved closer to him herself, keeping her eyes shut as she settled against his side, resting her head on his shoulder and curling her arm across his chest. “There we are, love,” he whispered, as Emma surrendered herself to his warm snuggles. She made an appreciative sound in the back of her throat and he sighed contentedly, wrapping his arms around her and holding her so close to him…something he hadn’t been able to do in quite some time. He planted a kiss on the top of her head and then just let his face linger there in the blanket of her hair, inhaling the scent of her vanilla shampoo. He scratched her back lightly with his fingernails, and soon her breathing returned to its slow rhythm as she drifted back to sleep in his arms.
Killian had spent many a peaceful night in the cabin on the Jolly, listening to the rain hit the deck, but all of those were nothing compared to the way he felt now, with Emma in his arms, his daughter a few feet away. Never had he felt so complete. So at home.