Cuddling By The Fire

Cuddling by the Fire

A/N: High chances of catching Tony feels. Anonymous request. Thank you for sending this sweet anon! Hope you like this short drabble ;))

Fall Prompts

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex, no actual smut, and max domestic fluff.

Word count: 476

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The fire crackled quietly behind you from where you were lying on the couch nestled between Tony’s legs, leaning back against his chest, wrapped in a blanket with your eyes closed.

Outside, cold wind blew noisily making the windows rattle every so often. Inside, the air smelled of butter popcorn, chocolate and parting smidgens of sex. The dancing fire painted the room in a muted, warm orange glow.

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt Tony’s hand slip away from yours, ending up on the back of the sofa, fingers beginning to tap against the soft surface. Two hours, this distraction had lasted. Still, you weren’t ready to leave the warm cocoon that you had created this chilly afternoon.

Reaching up, you grabbed his hand lacing your fingers in his and placed his hand firmly on your belly once again, hearing a chuckle resonate from his chest.

“How dare you.” You whispered, cuddling closer with a smile on your face.

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Cruella: You lying, cheating, piece of filth!

Jasper: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Cruella: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ARTIE WITH ME

Horace, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

I know it's difficult for you, but can you not get into anymore trouble? Please!

Ugh. What did I expect? 🤣

Jasper: I can't imagine what Cruella is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

May I request RDJ Sherlock pining over the reader but he doesn't want to confess his feelings but Watson somehow outs him. Lots of pining please! Thank you!

This was bad. He had all these feelings and didn't know how to deal with them. For once the great detective was at a loss.

As he sat in his room pondering what he should do, Watson had entered the flat. At first his friend didn't notice him sitting in his chair quietly.

John was happily talking about something that happened in town today.

Sherlock just put on a smile and immediately looked as if he had been listening. John seemed to buy it as he rambled on. The detective resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he stood from his chair.

John grabbed the newspaper, which had been discarded to one side, and then sat down. He noticed Sherlock pacing about.

"What's got into you?"

Sherlock turns to John and puts on a smile again.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"You're acting strange. More than you usually do." John drops the paper in his lap and stares intently at his friend.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are. I think I know." John smirks as he sits back comfortably.

"Do you now? Then pray tell."

"You're not denying your weird behaviour?"

"What? Yes, no!" Sherlock speaks quickly. "If you're so clever, then tell me what you think is going on. Then I'll deny it."

"Y/N left this morning. They'll be out of town for a few days and, really do correct me if I'm wrong, but you're missing them already. You miss Y/N so much, it's painful waiting for their return. Are you, perhaps, in love with then?"

Sherlock stands up straighter and raises his chin up.

"No."

John just laughs and shakes his head.

"You liar."

Sherlock, not happy with the way John was looking at him, sat back down in his chair and faced his friend.

"You have no idea what's running through my mind right now."

"Oh, I think I do." Watson replies, smugly.

"Seven days. Y/N will be gone seven days."

"I know. I got their letter."

"Seven days without them is far too long. That's seven days without their voice, their presence, their company, their laughter."

"You really have thought about this, haven't you, Sherlock?" John spoke softly this time. His friend was pining for your return.

"I need Y/N." Sherlock speaks quietly. John had never seen his friend like this before.

"You're in love, Sherlock."

Silence settles between them. Sherlock is looking far into the distance, John looking at him.

Even Gladstone, who had been quietly resting on the floor, was looking up at Sherlock.

"Love?"

"Yes, Sherlock. When Y/N returns, tell them."

"But, that's seven days away." Sherlock whines in a rather childish manner.

"You have plenty of time to think it over. Think about what you'll say and do when they get back." John smiles.

"Right. Yes."

"Who knows, maybe you'll be as happy as I am with Mary."

"Maybe."

John just shakes his head with a smile as he raises from his seat.

"How about some tea?"

"Yes, alright."

John chuckles as he leaves the room.

Sherlock continues to sit there in silence as he thinks it all over.

"Seven days..." he mutters.

The panic set in. Seven days wasn't that much time at all. You would be back before he knew it.

What was he suppose to do?!