/ but he’s not looming over me in bed and im sad about that

// Fleshing out your character with hc’s and the relationships around them but the lore becomes so deep that you start to doubt your portrayal as you’ve come so far from the canon itself after years of writing.

SMS: Pepper Potts 📲 : I’d always pick vintage. #CodeNameHalloween

You have good taste, Strange. Now, shall we get to business?

Good morning. This tea is rather good.

— The greasy man looked Thomas dead in the eye, his soft jaw tight against the pinch of his shoulder. “Is that how you did it?” He spat. “Intimidation. How else would a woman like her end up having children with your sort?”

—attitude. Who only dates women at least fifteen years younger than him because their looks fade slower and the opportunity to give him children was higher. She was his prime target. And she wasn’t available. A fact which left him bitter. Just how bitter was about to shock her.—

Peggy stood watch over their children as their father stalked forward with calm, calculated steps, not attempting to hold him back. Slowly dragging her gaze across the man from toe to head. She knew the type. Pushing forty ungraciously with a hairline as lacklustre as his—

// which grumpy man are you referring to, Tommy or yourself?

—

— palm enclosed her full breast, squeezing dangerously given that she was nursing their twins with full meals every few hours. Her own hand held against his, looking to guide it away before anything spilled.

Each movement from Thomas was calculated, a push of his hips, the roll out which dragged his girth through her perfectly. This was no wild beast on top of her searching for release. This was worship. Peggy was lapping it up in glorious moans. “Tom,” she warned lowly when his—

— I know you won’t hurt me.”

— Her long lashes fluttered, taking in the sight of such a formidable man so raw and unfiltered. Tilting her chin to meet the quivering lips. “I love you,” she whispered musically when his hips stuttered with pure need. “I’m alright, you don’t have to hold back so much. —

There’s often a concern folded away within women that after having children, things won’t feel the same anymore, surely something folded in with misogyny. Peggy hadn’t been immune to the thought. Thomas had erased all of that as he hovered above her, shaking with ecstasy. —