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mlm-writer · 8 months

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Wrapped Around My Finger (Scott Lang x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Scott Lang x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: General audiences Words: 1492 POV: Second Summary: You and Scott have a date at build-a-bear Note: I have seen this man only in the Antman movies and idc what happens in the crossover movies. I ain't watching em. Tags: fluff, return of my OC Daylen (only real members of the Thicc Court remember him), build-a-bear, established relationship and mentioned accidental fisting (just putting the tag here to fuck with y'all lmaoo)

All it took was one look. Just one look and you were in love. Just one look and Scott could not imagine a life without him. ‘Him’ being the frog at build-a-bear. “Look!” You both exclaimed before you even entered the bright-lit store. You looked at each other, looked at where you were pointing and like a cartoon you both realised you were in perfect sync.

Your boyfriend almost trampled a toddler to get to the frogs. He pulled out two lime green, limp plushies from the basket and held them up next to his head. You two did not even bother bringing Cassie along to pretend you were going for her. You swerved around the poor, startled toddler to take one of the frogs from Scott. “They are so cute,” you scream-whispered, trying to hold onto some sense of adulthood. He nodded in agreement. “Shouldn’t we look at other options as well?” You questioned. Scott closed his eyes and shook his head aggressively. You giggled, getting the point; you two were going to bring these two frogs home.

You already agreed before coming here you would add a voice message to each other’s plushie. Scott brought the one for you to the other side of the store so you would not hear it until later. You stared at the small device, still no clue what you were going to say. You just pressed the record button, hoping your heart would speak for you. “Scotty bear,” you started, “you may drool on me any day and I will never get angry at you for shoving your whole fist into my mouth while you sleep. Love you.” You giggled when you were done. What an odd thing to say, but you meant every word of it. When you returned to the lady that helped you out with it, you found her smiling from ear to ear with Scott. “He said something really stupid, didn’t he?” You questioned as you switched devices with Scott.

She shook her head, while trying to hide her toothy smile behind her hand. “You’ll love it, trust me,” she reassured you, before sending you on your way to the filling machine. You did the whole shebang with making a wish and putting a heart inside, before going on to dress up your frogs. There were several Avengers outfits to pick from, but no Antman. Scott was a little salty about it and he did a piss poor job at hiding it too. You would write a hearty letter to build-a-bear later.

In the end your frogs were wearing both very jolly outfits, but they did not match at all. You joked about it, while you were filling in the information for the birth certificates. The date ended in a rather sorrowful moment, when the cashier rang up your purchases. You felt your bank account weep as you reached for your wallet, but Scott had his credit card already out. “Come on, I could use a bite to eat.” He suddenly sounded very off. You supposed he wanted to make the grand gesture of paying, but also felt his bank balance plummet to subterranean levels. You mentally vowed to pay for lunch.

You were not sure whether Scott was penniless or not, because he was suddenly very particular about lunch, but still did not pick the cheapest option. Instead you found yourself in one of your favourite cafés. It was relatively cheap, had sockets under the tables to charge your phone and the lunch menu had the best wraps in the world on it. Your favourite waiter was working today. You smiled widely at Daylen as he approached your table. “Welcome back,” he almost sang, ever the chipper college student. You sometimes worried if he was really that merry or if his bright smile was a secret cry for help.

Daylen never asked you for your name, so you were pretty sure he had no idea what it was. To be fair, you only knew his because of his name tag. “The house special wraps, twice?” He asked while writing it down already on the classic good old notepad he carried with him. He always had one with a Sanrio character on it.

You huffed a laugh. “Of course.” Daylen looked up from his Keroppi notepad and winked at you, assuring you he knew what drink to get too. Before he left, he gave Scott a wink too. “I feel like I have become boring, always ordering the same thing here,” you sighed as you reached into your bag to grab your phone charger. You plugged it in and then grabbed your cheerfully clad frog. “Time to listen to the messages?”

“Me first!” Scott exclaimed as he hastily grabbed his. You laughed at his enthusiasm. He held his frog close and squeezed around until he found the soundbox. ‘Scotty bear, you may drool on me any day and I will never get angry at you for shoving your whole fist into my mouth while you sleep. Love you,’ your voice came out from the green plushie. He chuckled, hiding his face behind his hand, the very one that your message was about. “That happened once!” He exclaimed, defending himself.

“But you drool on me daily!” You countered. Scott reached around the table to give you a playful slap. “Hey! I said I don’t mind,” you added, before realising how loud you were being. Well, it was not like it was busy here.

“Ok, time for you to squeeze your build-a-bear!” Scott loudly proclaimed. You frowned at him, but you were really curious what your frog had to say to you. You looked down at your frog and felt around until you found where to squeeze.

‘Hey sweetheart, today we are at build-a-bear, building frogs.’ There was a nervous chuckle. ‘Today it is frogs, but in the past years you have built me a better man. I’ll take you to the place where I fell in love with you later and I will ask you to build me into a husband. Please say yes. I love you.’

Your mouth fell open as Scott fumbled while getting off his chair. A box came out of nowhere. You turned your head to see Daylen toss it to Scott, the rest of the regular café staff filming the occasion. Scott barely caught it and you put your frog on the table while getting up, your hands covering your gaping mouth. “I know this is not our first date spot,” Scott started when he finally got on one knee, “but I actually don’t remember where that was.” What a great start. “Back then, I did not know what you would mean to me.” He sounded like he was about to cry and you already felt the tears pool in the corners of your eyes. “But I do remember when you took me here for the first time and forced me to try the wraps. I remember the first time I saw you eat them like they were the best thing in the world and I could not for the life of me figure out what made these ordinary wraps so special- I’m sorry Daylen.”

Scott briefly looked away from you to apologise to the waiter. “You’re ruining your own proposal!” Daylen yelled back and waved with his hand to Scott to make him go back to a very important milestone in his life.

“Yes! Sorry!” He turned his head back to you and tried to open the box in his hand only to drop it on the floor. “Sorry! Uh… wraps! Yes!” He fumbled as he was clearly off track from his script. He had grabbed the box and went back to opening it while looking at you. “That’s when I fell in love, wait no, that’s not what I wrote down-”

He dropped the box again. You bent down and grabbed it. You opened it for him and pressed it in his hands, holding them for a little moment. “Breathe,” you whispered. “I don’t need a beautiful speech. I always love to hear what you have to say,” you said a little louder, before letting go and straightening your back.

Scott took a deep breath, before holding the ring up. “A couple of years back, I saw you eat wraps and I thought to myself ‘I want to make you even happier than these wraps do’. I don’t know if I’m there yet, but I promise to do my best every day for the rest of my life. So marry me? Please?” You wiped the tears off your cheeks and nodded, while holding a hand out. Scott put the ring on your finger and rose to his feet to kiss you. Applause and cheers exploded around you, Daylen’s quite possibly the loudest and when the waiter is out of earshot, you’ll tell Scott that he had surpassed the wraps a long time ago already.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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Bigger

Scott Lang x plus size reader

They have always said bigger is better and by god they were right.

Warnings: smut, size kink, incorrect use of a super suit, size/dick growth, unprotected sex, consent, safe-words, spanking, implied switch!Scott, use of lube, creampie

WC: 2.2k

Minors DNI

“Come one Scott. You promised.” She whined, looking up at him from their bed. She was an absolute vision bathed in the yellow light of the bedside lamp. Her generously curvy body clad only in a sheer red teddy that she knew turned Scott’s brain to mush. She was seducing him tonight and the rational part of his brain telling him that this wasn’t a good idea was quickly being overtaken by ‘pretty lady wants to sleep with me’.

Y/N smirked victoriously as she watched his usually kind brown eyes get darker with lust and his suit pants grew tighter around his crotch. She knew she was going to get what she wanted, and oh how badly she wanted it.

The idea first came to her when the news broadcast newly acquired footage of the Avengers fighting in Germany. She had been sitting in Hank Pym’s living room after making the both of them a cup of tea (without ants helping her) and listening to the older man ramble on about his ideas for a new suit when a flash of red caught her attention.

A fond smile came over her face as she watched her boyfriend fight the world’s greatest heroes. It was undeniably a turn on to see her normally goofy and very uncoordinated man weave and twist between the likes of Iron Man and Black Widow. But when he, out of nowhere, turned into a giant, his massive body looming over the airport, the breath was knocked from her lungs.

Her mind spun intricate images of his monstrously big body pinning her down and ravaging her without any regard for her pleasure. She could see him leaning over her, force feeding his massive cock as she begged him for a break. She had to get him to keep that suit.

So now here they were, Scott fully decked out and tentatively ready. Y/N’s knees dropped open, exposing her glistening folds to him. She watched as his breath hitched and the last of his reservation melted away. “Come to bed.” She cooed, holding a hand out to her boyfriend.

“Fuck. You’ll-you’ll tell me if it’s too much right?” He nervously stuttered out, shuffling closer. Even just vanilla sex was nerve-wracking for the man. He always wanted to make sure that she felt good, forgoing his own pleasure to bring her to the very heights of ecstasy, but this, this was insane.

Her smile was kind as she looked up at him, but her eyes were so black with desire that he felt a thrill of fear roll through him. “Just fuck me already Lang.” That definitely made his knees buckle.

Faster than he had ever moved before, Scott found himself on top of his girlfriend, his lean body nestled between her soft thighs, their stomachs pressed tightly together. As always, his kisses started off soft, barely a peck against her lips. It was a reminder that he loved her, that their love for each other was deeper than the frankly mind blowing sex they had.

But soon enough, her fingers were buried in his short brown hair, yanking him even closer. Their teeth clicked together as the kiss became hungry. Y/N’s dominant hand slipped from the back of his head, her touch just hard enough for him to feel it through the course material of his suit. “Fuck.” He groaned into her mouth, his hips bucking forward.

She smirked against his lips but it quickly fell away as Scott forced his covered erection against her core. The spark of pleasure grew in the pit of her stomach. “Hmph Scott. I need you please.” Her palms spread across his strong back as he pressed his face into her neck, nipping the delicate skin above her pulse.

“Just another minute.” He mumbled against her throat. “J-just a little longer.” But Y/N’s nails bit into his suit. It was a warning.

“You and I both know that -fuck stop that- if we spend another minute like this, you’ll never fuck me tonight.” Reluctantly, he pulled away, face red with both excitement and terror but his hips continued to roll down into her own. She cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing against his salt and pepper scruff. “Scott, we don’t have to do this if you aren’t comfortable. You know that right?”

His shoulders dropped in relief as if a massive weight had been lifted from them. “I do want this, I just don’t want to hurt you.” She guided his gaze back to her, making him see that she was being honest with him.

“You won’t hurt me, and besides, that’s what lube and the safe word is for.” He nodded in agreement.

“Baskin Robbins.” He repeated the word and planted one last soft kiss to her swollen lips. Then suddenly, she was on her front, hips hiked off of the mattress as her shoulders were pushed down, her face firmly planted in Scott’s favourite pillow.

He admired her plump backside for only a moment before - smack! His palm collided with the soft flesh, making it jiggle under his touch. “Goddamn I love doing that.” Y/N giggled and wiggled her ass for him.

“C’mon big boy, fill me up.” Smack!

“Shush, let me enjoy myself before I wreck you.” His voice was deeper, darker, the pitch lower than she had ever heard come from him before. It was like he was another person, not her shy and vanilla boyfriend, but a man on the edge of losing his mind. Her cunt clenched around nothing as he landed another smack to her ass. He hummed at her reaction, fascinated by the way the red silk of her panties darkened with each slap. “Think you’re ready for me?” He asked absentmindedly, fingers slipping to the hem of the silk, tracing the edge delicately.

“Yes! Yes! Please!” She begged, attempting to push her weight backwards into him as if to show him how ready she was. Smack!

He shrugged like he didn’t care that she was pleading for him but inside, he was absolutely melting. “Fine, if you’re sure.” There was barely a moment for her to catch her breath before the blunt tip of his cock was notched against her entrance. She hadn’t even felt him move her panties to the side. “Now keep still, like a good girl.”

“Fuuuuuuck.” She moaned into the pillow as he pressed forwards, prying her apart. He went slowly, forcing her to feel every inch of him, every vein and pulse. And by the time he nudged against her cervix, Y/N was gasping for air, desperately trying to accommodate his thickness inside of her.

“Not so tough now are you?” He mocked. “If you can barely take me like this, how are you going to deal with me getting any bigger?” He rocked forward onto his knees, somehow pushing himself deeper inside her.

“Scott.” She reached back for him, needing to touch him. He took her hand without thinking, leaning over so he could fit his chin against the dip between her neck and shoulder. It was so painfully intimate, a complete juxtaposition to the way his hips slammed into her own, driving her up the bed with the power behind it.

His voice came out as more of a growl against her ear as he spoke. “I’m gonna do it.” She nodded into the pillow, whining softly when he pulled away from her back to sit on his haunches. Y/N was vaguely aware of the sound of buttons being pressed.

“Oh shit!” He grew only slightly, going from 5’8 to 6' 2, a measly difference considering he had grown to the size of an airplane hanger before but Y/N felt like he was in her throat now. Her fingers curled into the bed sheets as her walls struggled to take his now even thicker cock. “I- fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He didn’t even have to move to hit all the right places inside of her.

“So fucking tight.” He moaned into the air, his head thrown back in pleasure. In an unconscious move, Scott bucked forward and she shattered. Her vision went white as her orgasm crashed over her. “Holy shit!” His body collapsed on top of her, consumed by the feeling of her orgasm.

“B-bigger.” She groaned, her voice raspy and broken. “Please Scotty.” With great effort, he paused and gazed down at his wrecked girlfriend, highly doubting she could take anymore. Her cunt was stretched so tightly around him, it looked like she could break at any moment and he was already too long to fit inside of her, the last inch of his cock was stuck out in the cold, coated in her release.

Gently, he placed a hand on her lower back, stroking the skin in a delicate motion. “I don’t think you can, you’re already so full.” Her head whipped around and she glared at him with a look so powerful it made him feel like he had shrunk. She drew forward slightly and then threw herself back, impaling herself on the entirety of his now 9 inch cock.

“Go. Bigger.” This time, there was no hesitation. He quickly grew to a staggering 7’3. The bed dipped under his added weight and Y/N hoarsely screamed into the pillow beneath her. More than half of his cock was not inside her anymore but she didn’t seem to care, too consumed with the pleasured pain of being stretched beyond her imagination.

Scott felt like he was losing his mind, she was so tight around him it was painful but another gush of her release broke him out of his stupor. He was far more gentle with his thrusts now, too scared that he would seriously hurt her. He dropped a leg off of the mattress to get a better angle and immediately Y/N’s body seized beneath him. “Lube!” She gasped, barely able to get the words out of her mouth as another thrust knocked the breath from her lungs.

There was a clatter beside her as Scott rushed to grab the bottle from their bedside table but with his new height and accompanying incoordination, he succeeded in not only getting the aforementioned but also knocking everything else to the ground. “Come on, come on.” He muttered as he tried to open the cap with shaking hands.

“Cold!” The clear liquid smeared over the place where they were joined, soothing the burn. She sighed in relief, muscles going lax.

“I know but it’ll warm up.” He cooed, rolling his hips softly against the fat of her ass, spreading the lube even more. The thick vein underneath his dick was nestled perfectly against the bundle of nerves within her, sending sparks up her spine with each movement. “Can you give me one more? You’re doing so good.”

His stomach was tightening with his own end, the feel of her insanely tight and wet pussy around him was too much, especially with how small she looked below him, how vulnerable and susceptible to his lust. He planted his right hand on the wall above her head and picked up the pace again. Squelching filled the room. The thighs of his suit were absolutely soaked with not only her juices but lube as well.

Hank was going to kill him but at this moment, he truly didn’t care. Y/N’s pussy tried to squeeze him through another, far less powerful release, but he was spreading her so wide that it was impossible for her to get any tighter. “Gonna cum.” He moaned through clenched teeth.

Hands clamped down on her wide hips, most certainly leaving massive hand-shaped bruises that would be tough to explain away. “Scott.” She breathed and that was his undoing.

“God!” His back arched with the force of his orgasm, forcing most of his length back inside of her as he filled her with his release. He slumped forward and barely caught himself in time before he crushed his precious and positively fucked out girlfriend. “Y-Y/N, you ok?”

“I have never been happier in my life.” She groaned after a moment of trying to gather her breath.

“Not even when I asked you out?” He asked, slightly offended.

“Including then.” She wiggled happily below him, enjoying the afterglow. Scott bent down and kissed her sweaty shoulder before pressing another button on his suit and returning him to his normal sized self. Y/N hissed at the overstimulation and sudden shift in size but he just carefully stroked down her spine and slowly pulled out, releasing a huge rush of his seed from where it had been trapped inside her.

It stained the sheets below them but Scott only hoisted her into his arms to carry her to the bathroom, silently reminding himself to clean up later. Her face settled into the crook of his neck, laying a small kiss to the slightly scruffy bit of his throat where he had missed when he shaved. “Thank you babe.”

“Well, at least we got that out of your system.” She pulled away only slightly to give him a truly devious look.

“Oh no baby, you don’t get it. Bigger is so much better.”

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blakeswritingimagines · 10 months

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Nicknames

Iron Man:

Sweetness - 7/10, uses it when he's out and about with you or during parties as he proudly states your his.

Babe - 20/10, uses it much without thinking or when he needs your attention.

My Love - 8/10, mainly used when it's just the two of you and his walls are down.

Babydoll - 6.5/10, used in a teasing way or when he's trying to butter you up for something.

Spider-Man:

Darling - 8/10, mainly used in front of others even if he gets embarrassed but likes how it sounds.

Sweetness - 6/10, used when he's trying to butter you up or smooth things over.

Lovebug - 9/10, mainly used when it's just the two of you in soft and intimate moments.

Nugget - 10/10, used to tease you and have fun with you.

Hulk:

Love - 10/10, such a softie for you, and has a lovestruck look in his eye when he uses it.

Honey - 5.5/10, mainly used when he needs/wants your attention.

Better half - 4/10, used during quiet moments between you both when you're both being open with each other.

Sweetie - 8/10, even when angry and hulked out this slips out without thinking.

Captain America:

Dear - 85/10, uses it without thinking but always with a smile.

Darling - 5/10, how he calls you to get your attention but thinks you look cute.

Sweetie - 7/10, used when it's just the both of you, but he does use it around friends.

Angel - 9/10, how he introduces you to others since he thinks it's cute and sweet, especially with everything he's gone through.

Winter Soldier:

My Sunshine - 10000000/10, only used when alone and for certain that it's just a private moment between you both.

Darling - 5.5/10, used when he's trying to get your attention but will use it around others.

Sweetheart - 10/10, used when he's introducing you to others or whenever he can really.

Doll - 12/10, when he's teasing you or giving you a hard time which is alot.

Black Panther:

Beloved - 50/10, Used whenever and however he can fit it into a conversation even if it's not with you then he's talking about you.

Dear Heart - 8/10, Used when it's just the two of you which he enjoys feeling it's a special thing that you two of you have.

Other Half - 10/10, When introducing you to everyone even if they already know you he's still going to announce you as this because he can.

My Queen/King - 80/10, Even before he was ruling he was calling you this as if he knew you would be beside him for it.

Doctor Strange:

My Love - 7/10, Used between just the two of you since he's not often soft around many others.

Baby - 4.5/10, Feels it's overused but can't help himself sometimes when it slips off his tongue to you as it's used whenever.

Sweetheart - 10/10, How he'll introduce you to others or when it's just the two of you normally said with a smile.

Sunshine - 8/10, Normally used when teasing you or giving you a hard time.

Thor:

My Heartbeat - 6/10, It took him some time to find some nicknames, especially after learning how to use them, and liked this one mainly when it's just you two or around certain friends.

My Life - 8.5/10, Used whenever or when he's introducing you to people.

Sweet Thing - 7/10, Used when he's trying to butter you up or when he's trying to get his way but being cute about it.

Princess/Prince - 10/10, Even if you don't match his background he still holds you in the highest regards.

Ant-Man:

Baby - 6/10, Used when he's trying to get your attention or without thinking much about it.

Babycakes - 10/10, Used whenever he can get away with it nor will he care much about who's around.

Snooknums - 10/10, Will use it around others or when it's just the two of you but does enjoy saying it to you.

Cupcake - 10/10, Used when it's just the two of you even if it has almost slipped out a few times around others.

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prismuffin · 1 year

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Heyo it’s me I’m back lol. I hope you’ve had a good day/night and if you haven’t I hope it gets better soon! Can I request a domestic one shot of Scott Lang and his boyfriend (Male! Reader) going grocery shopping together, it’s simple Ik but I thought it’d be really sweet and I need me some comfort lol.

If you don’t want to take it that’s fine too and thank you for the miles one shot I loved it!

A/n: Hunter ofc you can get a Scott lang x Male!reader oneshot I have no problem writing them at all 🫶 I hope you enjoy this one! Sorry if it's a little bit short I wanted to write more but todays not going too great-

Out of Milk

Scott Lang x Male!Reader

( Summary: Scott noticed he's run out of milk but it's nothing that a simple grocery trip can't fix! )

Warning?: Light swearing and Puns? Is that a warning?? Honestly just domestic fluff

!-!more under the cut!-!

“Huh, we’re out of milk.” You heard Scott say as he closed the fridge. He had his lips pursed as he turned to you, who sat at the small kitchen table eating a PopTart. He sadly looked down at his bowl of dry cereal, “guess I’ll eat something else..”

Placing the bowl the counter, he started looking through the cabinets. “Wh- hey, where’s the PopTarts?” “Oh this was the last one.” His eyes snapped to you as you took your last bite of the last PopTart and he groaned. “Well, what am I supposed to eat?” You shrugged “That dry cereal?” You tried not to laugh at his pouty face but it was near impossible with the way he was looking at you. “I’m not eating it dry.” “Then get some milk.” “We don’t have any milk!” “Hun, I meant at the store, let’s go to the store and get some milk- and other things.” You stood and went to his side, wrapping your arms around his waist, bringing your face closer to his. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but there really isn’t much of anything left in this kitchen.” He looked to the side and hummed, “I guess it had been a minute since I’ve gone shopping for the house." You hummed along with him and he sighed. "..I'll get my keys."

"Scott, remember we need to get real food too." You told him, looking down at your arm where your basket lays and seeing nothing but snacks. "I know that," he scoffed playfully and directed his attention back to the snacks. "I'm just grabbing stuff for Cassie." That was a half lie and you both know it. You let out a nose laugh and you shook your head as he added a bag of Goldfish to the growing basket of snacks. "That's the last one for now I swear." You audibly laughed at that one which made him let out a laugh as well. "For now?" he chuckles and goes to your side that's not carrying the basket and grabs your hand. "Yeah, for now." His smile was as big as ever as he watched you come down from your laughter. Making you laugh or smile just fills his chest with pride and he adores it.

"What are you staring at?" you quirked an eyebrow at him as he stared directly into your eyes with a smile on his lips. "You, cutie." he bumped his hip against yours and you rolled your eyes at him, though by the smile on your face it was clear you weren't annoyed in the slightest bit. "You're so cheesy Scott." He raised your intertwined hands to his lips and gave yours a kiss. "I dis-a-brie." You threw your head back and groaned as he laughed and swung your hands drastically with a large smile on his face. "Was that a fucking cheese pun?" "ha, maybe." "ughhhh you gouda brie kidding me!" Scott gasped and abruptly stopped walking. Turning to you, his shock face soon turned mischievous. "Do you realize you've just started a war?" You smirked "A cheese pun war?" Scott nodded and you sighed. "I'm gonna re-grate this, aren't I?" "Ohoho, that was gouda." "All this cheese talk has made me realize we should probably actually get some shredded cheese." Scott nodded and so the two of you progressed into the dairy aisle together.

You grabbed a shredded cheddar mix and added it to your basket. "You think we should get yogurt?" You asked but didn't get a response. "Scott?" You turned and saw Scott staring at you with a small smile on his face. He always seemed to admire you when you weren't looking. It was something you queued in on before the two of you even started dating. "You're staring again Scotty." His eyes flicked to yours and he smirked, "I can't help it, you just look so gouda today." You stared at him for a second before shaking your head. "Are gouda puns the only cheese references you can make?" You narrowed your eyes at him, "Oh you feta believe I have many more cheese puns." "Yeah? Well I'm getting feta up with these puns." "Alright alright, because I love you, I'll stop." You sighed, "thank you." "But just in queso you didn't know-" "I'm leaving." "Hey, wait up!"

EXTRA:

You sighed as you finished unpacking your last bag of groceries. Placing the cheese in a drawer in the fridge. You were gonna close the door but something caught your eye, well more like a lack of something. You shuffled the old and new products around in your fridge before looking back towards the table where Scott was collecting the empty bags into a bigger bag. "Uhh, Scott.." Upon hearing his name his head shot up, a questioning look on his face as he waited for you to speak. "You're not gonna believe this but.." You closed the fridge and leaned against it with a nervous smile on your face. He shook his head quickly and stood up straight, his hands falling to his sides. "What?"

"...We're out of milk."

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Irresistible - Scott Lang X Female Reader

Title: Irresistible

Scott Lang X Female Reader

Additional Characters: The Avengers (Mentioned), Pepper (Mentioned), Tony Stark

WC: 2,065

Warnings: Fighting, #eattherich, slight angst, yelling, emotions, nervousness, anxiety, Scott's in love, and fluff

Running along the street, Scott looked up, seeing you running along the roofs. Scott had a small disadvantage, not being able to get on the roof fast enough to stop you and not fall behind. He ran under light posts and dodged the few and rare people on the sidewalk as you ran through the night. Scott had been trying to stop you for the past couple of months, but every time he thought he had you, you'd just vanish. He was tired of trying to catch you, but he needed to focus on stopping your evil schemes, which were growing more elaborate with each passing day.

But Scott had a small problem... He was falling in love with you. Every time he saw you, it was like there was this spark inside him that lit up at the sight of you. He couldn't think straight when he would see you and it made him so frustrated because he couldn't be with you, but he wanted to be with you, and he didn't know what to do about it. You were the bad guy for crying out loud.

You stopped, your pathway blocked by a taller building, way too tall for you to jump and climb up it. You quickly looked around, finding you were also way too high up to jump and run. You were out of options. Breathing heavily, you turned and let out a sigh, watching as Ant-Man climbed the building next to you, before leaping over to your building. He walked over, but you could tell by his body language that he was confused. You knew he'd never gotten this close to you before you found a way out and escaped. You had been running away from Scott for so long.

For months you had eluded him, his Avenger friends, and the police. In the beginning, you found Scott to be annoying, a bit of a class clown, but annoying. But, as the months went on, you got to know him a bit from your teasing and chatting back and forward and found out his name. You found him cute and even had a small crush on the man, but you needed to keep yourself first. You weren’t going to let your attraction for the man get you in trouble. No matter how irresistible he was.

"Well, Y/N... Seems like you're stuck." He remarked, taking a step closer to you. He opened his mask so you could finally read his expression, a small smile on his face. "I'm sorry but I have to bring you in."

You shifted your weight to the side, crossing your arms, smirking lightly, "Mmm, no, I don't think I want to. I'm fine right where I am. You know, not being tortured and interrogated."

You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, "We're not going to torture you, interrogate, yes, but not torture you. That's not what we do."

You rolled your eyes, "Questions are torture. You and your Avenger friends are going to ask and ask about why I’m doing what I do and how I do it and it’s going to get annoying real fast. Can we just pretend you never ran into me? That'd be great." You spoke sarcastically only for Scott to shake his head.

"Sorry, honey, but I have to bring you in. You have been hacking into the stock market. You keep crashing it."

You nodded, walking up to him, circling him as if he were prey, "Yep, and I am pretty proud of it." You paused, placing your hands on Scott's suit shoulder, resting your chin on your hands as he turned to look at you. "Besides, you should be thanking me. I'm making sure dumb millionaires and billionaires aren't taking advantage of others." You whispered at the close proximity, reaching out to poke Scott in the cheek with your finger. "You know... Eat the rich."

“You also help hack into the Tower’s system. We’ve had four security breaches because of that.”

You shrugged, staring into his memorizing green eyes. “Yeah, but no harm, right?”

Scott frowned, “We’ve had a lot of Hulk appearances.”

“Mmm, but that’s all I’ve done to you and your poor baby Avengers.” You cooed, going back to poke Scott’s cheek repeatedly. So soft. You thought.

“You posted a fake dating profile of Stark to almost every dating website on the internet.”

You nodded, “One of my proudest achievements. So fun. Half the reason why you should let me go… I make life harder for dumb million billionaires.”

Scott slowly grabbed your hands from his shoulder, shaking his head with a frown. "I wish I could, but I can't, Y/N." Making you narrow your eyes.

"I am not coming with you, Scott." Your sarcastic and flirty side was now gone as you tried to pull your hands from his.

"I have to do this, Y/N. I don't want to but what you do is illegal and the cops can't get you so I have to. So please, it's been a long couple of months of this. Just stop." Scott begged you, wishing and hoping you would just give up and come with him quietly.

You stared at him with a hard gaze, "Oh, what's a couple of more months?" You then twisted your hands around, grasping Scott's wrists, and before Scott could even realize what was happening, you pushed his arms together and twisted him around, before pushing Scott forward.

Scott stumbled forward in surprise, before turning to see you trying to run off. Running over to you, Scott was much faster, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you into his chest. You both breathed heavily out as you struggled in his grasp.

"Just stop, Y/N. You're only making this harder on yourself." Scott tried to convenience you again but you weren't having it. You took a hold of his arm around you, using your strength to push it up and over your head before spinning around and out of his arms once more. And so your fighting dance began. Scott tried to capture you but you deflected his attempts of grabbing you, making you more and more irritated as you kept avoiding him. Usually, with some heroes, you punch, kick, whatever you had to to get away. But... You didn't want to hurt Scott. He wasn't like the other heroes he worked with. He was good. Too good. He was nice, he treated you well, and he was attractive. You liked him, and he was still trying to help you. You grew more and more annoyed with yourself the more you thought about it. You didn't want to get caught. You were becoming desperate now, chest heaving as you began to slow.

As a last resort, you just managed to push him off of you before he grabbed your wrist. Before you knew it, you were falling backwards, unable to catch yourself. You fell onto your back, Scott’s hand swiftly making it behind your head before you hit the ground. Before you knew it, Scott was over you, pinning you down. You squirmed under his weight, struggling as he tried to hold you still. "Please..." Scott begged, "Just stop!" You huffed as you stared up at him, his green eyes practically begging you as well. "Y/N... Please... Stop..." Scott pleaded once more.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, "Alright… Alright." You grumbled, as Scott let out a sigh of relief. Quickly, you opened your eyes, you placed your hands on Scott's shoulder, using the rest of your strength to roll over, pinning Scott to the ground. "Ha! Now, here's the deal. I'm going to go and you're going to let me. Okay? okay. Good talk."

"You're beautiful," Scott spoke breathlessly, staring softly up at you, making you freeze.

You stared back down at him, speechless, "You- You can't say things like that, Scott. I'm supposed to hate you."

"And you don't?" Scott asked you, his expression was unreadable, but his eyes... The look in his eyes made your chest warm up and your stomach flutter with butterflies.

You pushed through those feelings building up in you as you pushed against his chest, sitting up frustratedly, "This isn't how this works! I fight you, you fight me. And I escape getting captured by those dumb Avengers! End of the story." You exclaimed as Scott sat up as well.

"Or... You could not run away again." As you shook your head rapidly, Scott's hands landed on your waist. “Not run away and come with me…”

"You are such an idiot! You don't understand-"

"Your idiot." Scott smiled dopily up at you.

You groaned, feeling your cheeks warm up, "Oh my god! Shut up! Why do you have to do this to me?"

Scott tilted his head to the side, "Do what?" He asked and you let out a sigh, one similar to the defeated one you had done only moments ago. But this time, as Scott looked at you, you actually looked sad.

"Why do you have to make me like you? Why do you make me feel like you..." You groaned, placing your hands over your face. "Like you care for me? Why are you so confusing!? Why can't you just hate me!?"

Scott spoke up, his voice soft. "Because, I can't hate you. I do like you. A lot really." He confessed, reaching up to take your hands in his, bringing them away from your face. Noticing your tearful eyes. "You mean so much to me."

"Don't... Say things like that..." You mumbled quietly.

Scott chuckled slightly, looking down and biting his lip, "So what do you want me to say?" He glanced up at you, meeting your sad and red eyes, "...I love you." He finished, holding eye contact.

You sucked in a breath before looking back down, "Not helping." You muttered.

"But I-"

You quickly cut Scott off, leaning in and pressing your lips against his, silencing him. When you pulled away, Scott looked shocked, blinking slowly. After a few seconds of silence, Scott leaned into you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his eyes darting from yours to your lips and back. Leaning in, his nose brushed yours before he kissed you deeply. You kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. Soon, the two of you broke the kiss to catch your breath.

"Wow, that was..." Scott trailed off. You laughed a little, pulling your hand back, and brushing your fingers along his jawline, stubble tickling the tips of your fingers.

"Yeah... Wow." You replied, smiling down at him. "Goodnight, Scott." You gave him one final peck, before you jumped off his lap and ran across the roof, jumping to the one next to it.

Scott watched as you went, with hearts practically in his eyes as he let a smile grow. Once you were out of sight, he slowly stood up, rubbing his forehead, "That girl, she is something else." Making his way down the building, Scott made his way back to the tower, taking his time. Humming a soft cheerful tune as he had a pep in his step. Finally making his way inside the tower, he did a small happy dance in the elevator, singing the song he was humming as he walked into the main room of the tower. Tony turned from his spot on the couch, he raised an eyebrow at the hero.

"Looking pretty happy there, Lang. Finally catch her or something?" He asked, hoping that he did.

Scott turned to the billionaire with a smile, "Something like that."

Tony sighed, running a hand down his face, "You can't let her go next time, bug boy. Who knows, she might try and make it look like I'm on dating sites again. I got in big trouble with Pepper about that, you know?"

Scott chuckled lightly at the image of you trying to make it seem like Tony was on a dating site. Hunched over a computer, wherever you were hiding. Adorable. "No, Tony, I know," Scott said, chuckling. "Won't let her get away next time."

"That's what you said last time. What happened this time?" Tony asked and Scott shrugged.

"She got the upper hand." Scott headed to the kitchen, ready to cook himself a toasted bagel.

Tony hummed skeptically, "Uh-huh... Sure."

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something that had surprised you, was just how adventurous scott was in the bedroom. and how easy it was to get him on board with some of the ideas you both had when it came to trying something new.

often times, he would seek you out within the house, just to show you what he had come across before tentatively asking if the two of you could try it later that night. cheering happily like a small child when you would agree.

and similarly, scott had approached you in the laundry room. ipad in hand with a hesitant smile on his lips as he waited for you to acknowledge him, “what’s up baby?”

“i came across something that i want to try...” he stated, working hard to keep the dark blush from spreading further across his cheeks as his gaze dropped from your own.

you paused what you were doing, turning to give him your full attention with a soft smile, “you know there’s nothing to be embarrassed about... if it’s something you want to do, then let’s talk about it.” it was a promise you had both made when the two of you started venturing beyond what had been considered vanilla sex. nothing would ever be off the table, but the two of you needed to talk through boundaries and concerns before starting anything new -- it was the only way to make sure that the other person in the party was entirely on board before moving forward.

scott nodded, steeling himself as he took a deep breath before practically blurting out what he wanted, “i want you to peg me.” nothing stopping the blush from overtaking his face and neck as he said those words. there was a heavy sense of embarrassment sitting in his chest as he waited for your response -- something that was taking you a bit to comprehend after hearing what he had told you.

“you - you want that?” you question, sincerity dripping into your features as scott nodded, “yeah... been thinking about it for a while. just didn’t know how to bring it up...”

there was a silence that followed, nothing awkward as you nodded before running over everything the two of you were going to have to get in order to do this correctly before looking up at scott with a smile, “it’ something i want to do too. see what we’ll need to do it right -- i want you to be as comfortable as possible, and we can talk about it at dinner tonight. and then we can go from there.”

scott nodded, rushing forward to press a swift kiss to your lips before rushing back out to the living room to get started on his research. that night, a plan was laid out and boundaries were talked about and set -- all that was left was to get everything together.

when the night finally came around, scott was buzzing with excitement and had almost hurt himself trying to get out of his clothing from the day. you had prepped him accordingly, cooing at him softly as the tips of your fingers prodded against his prostate. opening him up carefully to lessen any pain he could experience during this time.

and once you secured the strap around your hips, you slicked the fake cock with a good amount of lube before smoothing a hand along the expanse of his back, “are you ready, baby?” scott nods against the pillow, moaning softly when you pressed a kiss to the small of his back.

there’s a gentle squeeze to his hip, before you slowly start to slip into him. an embarrassingly loud moan leaving his lips and for the moment, scott’s thankful for the pillow muffling it slightly. you relish in each noise he makes until you bottom out. the didlo isn’t big, given this was his first time, but it feels completely different from the way your fingers did. he was surprised the stretch you warned him about didn’t hurt as much, but he chalked it up to the extensive foreplay from earlier. he clenches around it experimentally, and he’s shuddering with excitement and expectation.

you give him some time to adjust, lovingly caressing his back and cooing praises in his direction. it’s not long until he shifts his hips that you notice he’s ready. you grab his hips, pulling out slightly, and pushing back in. scott sighs at your slow pace, adjusting to the feeling of the dildo sliding along his walls, pressing against his prostate until he’s mewling seconds later, “more, please.”

you nod, both of your hands moving to grab at his slim waist as you pull out almost all the way this time, holding him right at the brink for a moment too long, letting the anticipation ramping up and fester —and then you thrust back in to the hilt. and scott cries. and it’s probably to most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard.

“god, baby... i can’t believe you let me do this to you...” you coo, fucking into him at a steady pace as he whines and there’s no way at this point that he can be embarrassed by the way he’s leaking precum all over their sheets. you’re fucking him so good that he can barely beige it’s happening.

“doing so good, baby.” you practically purr, as a hand slips down to wrap around his girth. using the precum as lube to jerk him in time with your thrusts. scott is beginning to mutter incoherences into the pillow, already so close to coming for the first time tonight -- and it doesn’t take long as you pound into him, hand moving faster until he seizes up. coming in your hand and all over the sheets in front of him.

scott gasps for breath, any stability he had crumbling underneath him as he sags into the mattress below him. not at all caring about the cum staining the sheets below him. and he hardly notices when you pulls out. only wincing a little uncomfortably at how abruptly empty he feels. then he hears you move off the bed, wondering off somewhere he isn’t quite sure of.

jumping when he feels a warm cloth against his skin. knowing now that you’re cleaning him up as gently as you can, and he briefly hears your soft praises to sooth him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, “you did so good baby. i’m so proud of you.” he smiles, blush deepening as you settled beside him. his head turns, smile gracing his lips until you’re leaning down to kiss him softly as your fingers comb through his hair, “thank you.”

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Happiness (Platonic/Familial)

Summary: A guilt-ridden orphan has a chance encounter with a girl who is grieving, and the two find a family in each other. One that lasts.

SPOILERS FOR QUANTUMANIA IN THE SECOND HALF OF THE FIC!!!

You had been an orphan for as long as you could remember. Just on your own; you against the world. Though, it mainly seemed to be the opposite way around most of the time.

And then the blip happened. You had survived. Lucky you.

Granted, it gave you new places to stay in, but then you saw the pictures of the families either fractured or gone all together.

Just imaging having a family, something to lose, made you not stay in any one place for long.

You couldn’t bare the thought, though part of you was envious and jealous. It was always just a thought to you, of having that to lose.

Still, you felt like you were intruding. You didn’t belong in those spaces, you belonged out on the streets that you ran away to.

But, part of you always did wonder, why weren’t you taken?

You couldn’t have done more to stop this from happening, even if it felt like it. Though, that didn’t help the guilt at all.

You didn’t know the people whose houses were empty, or those who were still left whose houses you accidentally broke into, and yet they weren’t so lucky.

Your brain was never kind to you anyway. But with this situation, it only get worse.

What made you so special to still be alive? Was the recurring theme of your thoughts.

One day, when going through someone’s bin for food, someone talks to you.

But it’s not in that angry tone you’re used to, it’s soft.

“Hey,” she says. You spin around, seeing a girl around your age. There’s mistrust in her eyes, sure, but there’s a softness there too.

“You don’t look too good,” she’s stating the obvious, but you just let her. You nod in agreement.

“I feel better than I look,” you counter, still weary of this girl.

She nods, and her eyes soften a small amount.

“Do you have anyone?” Strange question, but you find yourself being honest as you shake your head.

“I can make you something to eat, if you want?” A silence hangs after this question. Why is this girl who knows nothing about you offering something like food?

“I know it seems weird,” she says, seemingly able to sense your hesitation. Well, either that, or just made an educated guess as you hadn’t exactly moved or spoken since the offer, “but I think we need each other, now more than ever.” She’s earnest, you’ll give her that.

“How do you know I’m not a bad person?” You joke, she smiles slightly, but it wanes slightly.

“I don’t think a bad person would ask that.”

Despite your instinct to say no, to run, you instead find yourself saying something else:

“Ok.”

Her house is nice. It’s clean. You don’t know whether that’s a coping mechanism or not.

“You got any allergies?” She asks, pausing at the now open fridge door, just in case.

“No. No, nothing that I know of anyway.”

She nods, gesturing for you to sit down on the sofa as she makes a sandwich.

“I’ll do this, then be out of your hair,” you assure her.

“Do you have anywhere else to go?”

“Anywhere out there will do.”

She pauses her preparing of the food, turns to you, “you don’t have a home?”

You look to her, shaking your head, “people always found a reason to send me back one way or another. So I decided to take their agency away. I left.”

“I’m sorry that they did that.”

You don’t give a response, so she just continues to make your sandwich.

“Here,” she says, brining it over to you. She sits down next to you, with her own sandwich.

You eat in silence for a moment, your eyes drift to a photo of herself and who you assume to be her dad. That same feeling returns.

“I’m sorry you lost him,” you say, softly.

She pauses, looking to the photo as well, “thank you,” she says, before she turns to you, “what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you say honestly, it feels foreign to you, despite it being your true name.

“I’m Cassie,” her smile, despite the situation, is bright.

“Well, thank you for this, Cassie. But I’ll see myself out now —”

“Why don’t you stay?” She blurts out.

“Why?”

“You need somewhere to stay, and we can keep each other sane and alive.”

It’s a nice offer, but a dream you don’t fully deserve in your mind

“I’m a lot,” you counter with

She shrugs “we all can be. It’s ok.”

“Up here,” you tap your head, “I’m not a happy person.”

“That’s ok,” she assures, “we all struggle. Especially now with everything going on.”

“Why are you so nice to me?”

“Because everyone needs someone watching their back. I think you need a friend, and so do I. That, and my dad always said to watch out for the little guy.”

“Was he a ‘little guy’?”

“In more ways than one.” She says cryptically.

So, you stay, for what is intended to be one night, but that then turns into a week, then a month, then a year.

It’s slow going, Cassie is patient with you.

She buys therapy books, trying to aid you and herself where she can.

She tells you about her dad being Ant-man; you help her put flyers out looking for Scott.

There are a few scrapes you both get in; mainly your old habits of survival dying hard. Though sometimes it’s her own sense for justice that gets you in trouble sometimes too. Still, you both get each other out of it.

You become friends. Best friends.

Though for her, it’s deeper. She’s always wanted a sibling, younger or older it didn’t matter, and you seem to fit that bill.

She doesn’t force it own you, she still sees the haunted look in your eye whenever you look at the photo of Scott. You keep it platonic, scared of the familial terms.

Still, you’re good for each other. Going to protests and what not.

You keep each other sane, and alive for the four years you spend together.

Then, well, Scott Lang turns up at your Cassie’s house. She’s overjoyed, and you’re happy for her, honestly. But those feelings of being an outsider come back.

Scott looks to you, then back to his daughter, “who’re they, Peanut?” He asks.

She spins around, seeing you. You fiddle with your hands, looking between the family.

She approaches you, and takes your hand, giving it a squeeze, “this is Y/N. They’ve been staying with me for a few years. They’re my best friend.”

Doing the opposite of what you expect, Scott smiles, “that’s great! Welcome to the family.”

He gets to know you, surprising you by how easily he accepts you into the fold. Even Hope and her folks. Though hope is more understanding. She understands survivor’s guilt. As does her father.

And before you know it, there’s a “family” meeting where they want to make it official and adopt you. You don’t know what to say, you freeze. But, Cassie knows you, she sees the look in your eyes when you look to her. She nods at the silent question.

“Ok,” comes out of your mouth, but it is more grateful than before.

You have a family now it seems, but also something to lose.

You and Cassie continue on your hunts for justice, being arrested more times then you can count. Though, at least this is for a good thing, like fighting for people who are like you – or, more so, like how you used to be? This was confusing to you, using that in past tense.

And while Scott and Hope are proud of you looking out for the little guy (or, Scott before the books would be), it coming at the cost of your own freedom doesn’t sit right with him.

It is then that you learn about Cassie experimenting with the Quantum realm. You only ever had street smarts, but you got the gist of the thing; send a message, get it back.

You see the genuine delight in her eyes as she talks, so you let your best friend go on about it.

Janet then breaks it, but that doesn’t stop a thing. Whatever she feared, seems it’s found you all.

Cassie, despite her fear, sees you go in, and goes in after you. Scott then goes in after her.

She does not find you, however. She finds her dad, and she’s grateful she’s not alone, but the one question she asks is: “Where’s Y/N?”

Where you are, you don’t quite know, but you see three concerned faces of the rest of the family hovering over you.

“You alright, kid?” Hope asks. You nod, and they help you up. Now, despite the words said before of you gaining that family, it still feels odd. Having something to lose scares you. You just want to find your best friend and get out, but now you are with the people in the family who – by no fault of their own – you aren’t the closest to.

Hank, however, seems to notice this:

“Hey, kid,” he says to you once Janet says you’re in the clear and you get on the move, “how you holding up?”

“About as well as one can in a situation like this.”

He chuckles, “yes. Yes, that’s fair. Still though, has its ups. It is pretty.”

You nod, unable to deny it, “has its charm.”

You both go on a bit, before you can’t hold it in any longer, “I’m sorry,” he looks at you, just waiting for you to find the right words, “I don’t mean to seem…cold, or anything. It’s just, this is all new to me,” in your mind, you sound pathetic.

With his, albeit sympathetic, smile however, he sees it another way, “you’ve been through a lot, too much for someone of your age. It’s ok to still be in that headspace, especially with something as weird as this,” he takes an unsteady breath before he continues, “when I thought I lost…Janet, I almost lost myself. For a while, I just sort of felt like I was floating, on autopilot, like I didn’t…” he quietens his voice down a bit, “like I didn’t deserve to be here.”

That gets your attention, you even look to him, “yeah…yeah, I get that too.”

He doesn’t like that you have, but he knows he has something now, “but I’m still here, and so are you.”

“How – um…how did it happen?”

He smiles, and looks ahead to the two women walking and talking in front of you, “Hope, she saved me. Kept me going. It took time, hell even now I sometimes feel like I’ll just wake up and Janet will be gone again and I’ll be back to square one. And with this whole multiverse thing…maybe that’s true somewhere.”

“Doesn’t that scare you?”

“It does; and, like I said, sometimes I feel like I am slipping back. Good days and bad ones. But, Hope is always there, she always has been. Janet is too, grounding me.”

“Cassie tried that with me. I mean, I am thankful, I think. It just…why me, you know? She could have given someone else the chance. I mean, I am sure no one would’ve noticed.”

“Cassie has always had a big heart. Let her dad back in after he got out of jail. Always been on his side. I am glad she’s brought you into the fold, you’re a good kid. I am glad you have a chance to be one. And, just remember,” he puts a hand on your shoulder, you’ve reached this bar Janet was talking about to meet her ‘friend’ in, “we’ll remind you as many times as you need. We are here.”

You meet him, but you can sense it’s going to go wrong. As the discussion continues, Hope clocks your unease. You’re good at hiding it, but an instinct she has of reading people can see you’re trying to find an exit.

Seemingly reading your mind when it goes to shit, she covers you as you go for the ship.

“Good instincts, kid!” Janet compliments as you and Hope hold off the guards, before boarding your new mode of transport yourselves.

As you go to find the rest…the rest of your family, Janet reveals why she was so scared to come back here. She started the reign of Kang and has no idea on how to stop him.

It’s not the most comforting thing, but at least you’re all on the same page now.

You all get back together, only to be ripped apart again. You’re taken to your own cell, as Janet is taken by Kang.

A part of you hopes for your family to come get you. But you then see the rest of the prisoners.

One, a tall and buff lady, tries to communicate with you, but you can’t understand what she’s saying. You curl up, just wishing you were back on earth, that you had gone into one of the other universes where this hadn’t happened, where you could just be alone. Like you –

“Y/N?” the voice is soft and concerned. For a moment, you don’t think it’s real, but you open your eyes, just in case – and for once, your hopes are confirmed.

It is Cassie. You pull her into a hug, this being the first one you had ever initiated.

She stumbles a bit but hugs you back as well.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” she says.

“I knew you’d come get me,” her heart warms at the words. She knew this was all a lot for you, along with opening up to your new family – your only family – but she knew, they all knew, that only time would help with that. Hell, you barely opened up to her until about a few months before everyone came back from the blip. But still, you are here now.

“Always,” she swears, before knocking your foreheads together, “always.”

She then fishes in her pockets, “here,” she says, holding out a small device to you, “I made you a suit as well. Was gonna give it to you before, you know,” she spins her finger around, “all this.”

You nod, but your eyes don’t leave the device in her hands, “but I don’t know how to use it. I’m not like you.”

She shrugs, “no time like the present. And, besides,” she puts it in your hand, then covers your hand with her own, giving it a squeeze, “I don’t want you to be me. I want you to be you. My best friend. My sibling.”

You have tears in your eyes, Cassie mirrors them.

You put the device on your chest, then activate it. And, before you know it, you are in your own suit.

You are on of those people now. The people who save people. A hero.

Together, you both stand up, “now, what’s our play?”

She sees a spark in your eye, you always were alive when fighting for things.

“Anarchy?”

She nods, liking the plan, “anarchy.”

So, together, you make a call to the rest of this place, starting a revolution.

You’re still getting used to the suit, but it feels good, being able to make this all right.

Cassie can understand what all the aliens are saying, but not you. She remembers you haven’t had the drink she had.

But still, basic gestures of directions and nods are enough, it seems.

Then it comes down to you four against Kang, and it goes ok, before he loses control. But Hank rides in and saves you.

You are about to leave, but you look at the chaos down below. Unlike when the blip happened, you have a chance to save these people, to make it right; to make sure history does not repeat.

But you also know that it would be suicide. You could not be everywhere.

You feel a hand take your own, it’s Cassie. She looks down at the city with you.

You shut your eyes, still seeing the chaos that Thanos brought upon the world, this time subverted, but she also sees you accept that there was only so much you could do.

You look back at her, squeezing your sisters’ hand. You aren’t alone anymore; you can choose to be happy. You know it will be an up and down thing, but she’s grounding you right now. She reminds you that you are not alone. That, highs, and lows, they are there.

You all make it home.

You start trying therapy. It is slow. But you are making progress.

Scott starts making up for lost time, and always makes sure to have you included like that.

He has two kids now, but he isn’t complaining. You are a perfect fit.

He’s glad you’re looking out for yourself now as well. That you’re letting yourself have these good things.

You talk to them more, opening every now and then.

They do all they can.

Cassie is always there. At any protest, or to talk, or for company. She’s a great sister. She’s loyal, and always there to listen. She always makes good on her promise to remind you whenever you need that you matter to them.

You don’t know what’s coming, but you know you can’t control what comes next.

You can only control what’s now. And, right now, you’re happy.

#cassie lang x reader #cassie lang imagine #antman imagine #antman x reader #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #cassie lang #platonic!reader #platonic imagine

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samdeancass · 1 year

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Requested by @jensen-ackles-girl

Pairing: Scott Lang x reader

Halloween 2022 Masterlist

Halloween Prompts

Halloween Event Rules

The Avengers Campus was in full Halloween mode; decorations hanging from anywhere they could be hung, people being scared left, right and centre and some of the heroes were even dressed up. Now that's a sight you never thought you'd see!

You were laughing and joking with Tony, coming up with a few surprises for the party you were throwing later when you noticed Scott standing alone at the bar, twiddling his thumbs. You excused yourself and headed over to him, walking behind the bar and grabbing two glasses before pouring some whiskey.

"Tell me, Scott. What's a handsome guy like you doing moping around at a bar surrounded by the heroes of New York on Halloween, hmm?" You pushed the glass over to Scott which he immediately grabbed and downed in one.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, Y/N. I think it just reminds me of all the things that I've missed out on with Cassie. Taking her trick or treating, helping her pick her costumes. It's just something that I've always wanted to do with her, celebrating my favourite holiday." You walked back around the bar and swung a comforting arm around his shoulders, placing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

"I know you've missed out on a lot, honey. But you've also got so much to look forward to: Helping her pick the costumes of her kids, taking your grandkids trick or treating and you'll get to teach Cassie all of the greatest scary movies that have ever been made." He chuckled and places both of his hands on yours resting on the bar, intwining your fingers.

"See, baby. Don't be sad about what could have happened in the past, think about what could happen in the future." Scott looked up into your eyes and smiled. "What would I do without you talking sense?" "You'd probably have ended up back inside, or dead. Both are quite probable."

He laughed again and brought you in for a kiss, his hands resting on your shoulders. You sighed and sunk into the kiss, a wave of happiness and love travelling through you.

"Y/N if you've finished snogging Scott's face off, there's some more decorations that need to be hung." You broke away from the kiss and groaned, shooting daggers at Tony across the room. "Dammit Tony! You always do this!"

You looked at Scott and gave him one last kiss. "Horror marathon at my place later, you're bringing the candy. Deal?" Scott smiled and nodded. "Deal."

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iliumheightnights · 8 months

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Steve: "Has anyone seen Scott?"

Hawkeye: "I think he said he was taking M/n out camping."

Steve: "What?! We have a mission tomorrow. He'll never be back by then."

Hawkeye: "Relax. He'll be back by then."

Not far away, really in the same room, a very tiny Scott and M/n were setting up their camping tent in the Avengers tower terrarium. Scott: "I told you. A quick camping session before I go."

M/n: "Alright. Alright. You got me."

#antman #ant man #ant-man #scott lang #marvel #mcu #malereader #x male reader #x male!reader #male reader #male!reader

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tremendouscreationperson · 9 months

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

So I'm still living in the 2012-2015 fan fic era where all the avengers lived together and worked together and Bucky was still new to the team.

This is the beginning of a fic that I've wanted to write for a while, Im kinda posting it to see if anyone would actually be interested in a full fic

Bucky entered the briefing room, practically everyone was already there, staying close to the back wall. He was still apprehensive about being part of a team, still worried he would hurt someone, so it was better for him to stand, rather than sit at the table. They hadn't even let him on a mission yet, so a part of him was ready to retreat back to the room he was provided, but he didn't, it was important to show a willingness. The main five were chatting idly, along with a few of the others - he wasn't caught up yet on who was an avenger and who was just working for SHIELD.

Steve caught his gaze, nodding in a hello, then went back to talking with Tony. He was still wary - no that's not the word - he was careful around Bucky. Clearly not wanting to offend him, either with memories he didn't remember or his sad puppy eyes.

Widow entered the room and followed his movements, she was closer to the left door. At least they had an unspoken bond - if you could call trauma a bonding experience. Her eyes scanned the room and she left the wall, walking towards Barton and his free chair. They immediately engaged in a hot debate, furiously signing at each other. Bucky was alone on the wall again, but he didn't have time to wallow as Fury made a quick entrance.

"Get the lights." He spoke to anyone, the lights were dimmed and the screen he was standing in front of illuminated. "This is not your usual briefing." The screen showed a muted video of a girl, she was sitting at her desk and waving a USB.

"You showing us an unboxing video?"

"I wish it was that, Stark." Fury pulled up another screen, this one had a few different maps, each showing a target. "This YouTuber 'cutezieppoozie' found something that she was never meant to find." Bucky watched as the girl plugged in the USB, rookie move, who plugs something they don't know into their computer? "She says in this her aunt used to work for the government and had an accident at work, she then shows us this video. We've had to take it down."

The volume was turned up as the video came on. It was shoddy and shaky and clearly a violation of whatever contract had been signed. Dingy cells, some with crooked bars, some with oxygen proof doors. It was dark making it hard to differentiate between shadow and objects. The camera then showed the rigorous training of what looked like a small girl. She could teleport or 'phase' through those she was fighting. The clip ended abruptly and there were a few bloodied hospital beds, the new clip was filmed portrait as if she was hiding the camera. The beds held different people, there were two clearly familiar faces. The twins both looked weak. There was then someone familiar only to Bucky but he didn't know why, it was a big muscled man, he had most likely fought the man. Then, the video was of a woman that looked similar to 'cutezieppoozie', she had the same hair and eyes, she was sitting in a cupboard, looking worried. The woman spoke about how there were monstrous experiments going on and that she won't be a part of it. She says that she'll pass the camera on to another person and that is how she can prove she is serious.

You popped up, causing a few gasps - he almost joined in, he knew you. There was a point where you and he were neighbours in your cages. He was violent and cruel and you were nice. You offered friendship and when he was bleeding you helped him through the bars. You may have been the reason he was still here as being a Winter Soldier he was usually the punching bag for new recruits.

Your hair was matted and your skin sunken but your voice was just the same. "Fury, I need you. We're currently located in Sokovia, there are other bases - they move us around a lot. The Widows and Soldiers usually stay in Russia but a few have been left here for training purposes. They're making weapons, we have ghosts and witches and men that can move metal, men that are made of metal, beasts, hulks." A noise made you turn back, your hand covering the camera.

The aunt was back, telling the locations of each base, each correlating to one of Fury's maps. She then signs off by saying she hopes this finds the right people.

Fury pulls up a digital file of you and your SHIELD work. Your photo was pristine, your face beautiful (with or without makeup - he wasn't sure), your hair was cropped in a bob cut, your shoulders were meaty with muscles too. You looked amazing, he felt bad thinking of that but you did.

"Now the footage is old, I see apprehensive faces but we've managed to identify some bases that we never would have before because of this. This is an essential mission, disregarding (L/N), if there are more weapons, more soldiers, we need to neutralise them."

Fury was allocating team members to each location, a few new ones were added since some had already been liberated. Bucky left the wall, taking a few steps closer to the action, Fury's eye flickered up to him and back down again.

"Barnes, I want you in the field, too." Bucky schooled his features and nodded. "You'll go to Tiksi, there's a lot of ground there to cover. Falcon will meet you there."

"I can't believe she could be alive." Barton shook his head in disbelief.

"I can't believe you stopped looking." Wanda countered, crossing her arms.

"There were bigger fights." Banner defended, he picked up a pack and had a look through it. "Wouldn't you want me away from civilization? You've put me in Egypt."

"We want Banner not Hulk." Fury shrugged, "need your brains on this one."

The others lost themselves in conversation and Steve happened to find himself next to Bucky. "You're out on the field for this one." He commented.

"Yeah."

There was a long awkward pause before they both spoke at the same time.

"Be careful?"

"I recognised her."

Steve's eyes widened before he whisper-yelled, "What?"

"We were in the same cells." Bucky shrugged. "Or maybe I'd just seen her picture, I don't know."

"Are the memories from you?" Bucky shook his head once. "Maybe you should sit this one out, then." The frown on Bucky's face made Steve carry on, "I just mean that she may drag up old memories she doesn't mean to."

"I'm fine." And with that Bucky left the briefing.

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Something to Eat (Scott Lang x M!Reader)

Pairing: Bottom!Scott Lang aka Antman x Top!Cis!Male Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 1696 POV: Second Summary: Scott comes back after a mission, covered in some yellow stuff. As the only other person present, it is your job to fix him. Note: For the prompt ‘sex pollen’. No, it is not late. See my kinktober 2022 masterlist here. Uhhh It is probably obvious that I don’t follow the MCU at all. Tags: sex pollen, dubcon but con, multiple orgasms, prostate orgasms, gentle reader, eager blowjob, sperm fixes everything, fits nowhere in canon but idc just enjoy your porn, dry orgasms, anal fingering and unconventional love confession

“Get it off me!” Scott exclaimed as he finally became his normal size again. He was covered in some yellow stuff. It was just you and him in the base today, so if anyone was going to rip that suit off him, it had to be you. You took a hazmat suit out the closet and ran over to him, screaming that you were coming. The hood clicked on just before you got to Scott. He was coughing and frantically trying to get out of the suit, but his panic did not help his predicament.

“Calm down!” You scolded him, trying to help him out of the suit. In your hurry to get him out of the tight fabric, his underwear joined the suit on the floor. Scott immediately put his hands in front of his crotch. “No time for shame, Scott, we need to decontaminate you!” You dragged him to the showers and pushed him inside. “Scrub well!”

You left the door, when you heard the water running and went to clean up the mess. By the time you had a sample of the yellow stuff in the chemical analyser, you realised the water had long stopped running, but Scott was still in the shower room. You frowned and went back to the door. You knocked on the door. “Scott?”

“Don’t come in!” Came the panicked voice of Scott. Your frown deepened and you wondered if you needed to run to the first aid kit or call someone in.

“Are you ok?” “Yes! Just fine! Dandy even!” “I don’t know what the yellow stuff is yet, so I will have to do a physical exam. Come out.” “No! I mean, I am not clean yet! It really sticks to your skin!” “Then why is the shower not running?”

The shower started running again. You sighed in frustration and walked away from the door, letting Scott finish whatever he was doing in there. You were concerned, but as long as Scott was not sounding like he was dying, you assumed he would be fine. Instead of wasting your time on a stubborn man, you went back to the chemical analyser.

The yellow powder consisted of many compounds, some simple emulgators, others used in all sorts of different medication types. Without knowing what these compounds did when combined, you were sure of one thing: Scott was not going to get out of that physical exam. “Fuck!” You dashed out of your chair when you heard Scott cry out.

You repeatedly slammed your fist against the door. “Scott! Open this door, right now!” He did not reply. You used your override code. You found Scott on the floor of the showers, a cold stream of water pouring over his naked back as he sat there on his knees, bent double. You turned the shower off and grabbed a towel. You draped it over him and tried to get him off the floor. “Come on, you need help,” you spoke gently as you tried to get him to stand up.

Scott shook his head. “I can’t. Fuck, it hurts, but nothing helps.”

“What hurts? Scott, you need to talk to me. I am here to help you; please, let me help you.” You then touched the side of his head, trying to make him at least look at you. The skin was burning hot. “You’re having a fever. I don’t care what you say, you’re getting off this bathroom floor right now.” You stopped being gentle and put one of his arms around your shoulders. You lifted him off the floor, the towel falling on the wet floor. You did not look at him as you half-lifted half-dragged him out of the bathroom and to a chair. Once you had him in a chair, you could really look at him. Scott was still dripping cold water everywhere, panting, his skin flushed and his cock long and hard twitching against his stomach.

“I don’t know what’s going on. I came seven times! Seven! I need more…” Scott was gripping the chair so hard his knuckles were turning white. He was crossing his legs, trying to hide his cock from view, but every small touch to it seemed to hurt. You took a quick look around and grabbed your hoodie, which you had taken off earlier when it got too hot. You draped it over Scott’s crotch to give him some sense of privacy. He winced at the contact, but froze in place with a little less pain on his face. “Please, you need to do something. I’m going to die from horniness,” he gritted through his teeth, seriously sounding like a dying man.

You ran your fingers through your hair. “I’m thinking! I’d love to have sex with you, Scott, but did you forget you’re straight?”

Scott groaned. “I promise, I have not been straight since that time I saw you playing with Cassie. I also promise that I will take you out for dinner after, just please, I’m dying.”

“Is that a love confession?” “Yes, not how I planned it either, but…” “Ok, stop talking, I am gonna grab some lube.” “Thank you!”

When you returned with a box of nitrile gloves and lube, Scott had thrown your hoodie onto the floor and was stroking his cock with tears in the corners of his eyes. You took a foot stool and sat down in front of him, between his legs. “Does it hurt?” You asked as you pushed Scott’s hand aside. He nodded, clearly ashamed and in pain. “I can imagine. A lot of friction will damage the skin.” You pulled a pair of gloves from the box and put them on.

“You’re gonna give me a prostate exam?” Scott joked, though he did sound half-terrified.

“Trust me.” You placed his legs over your shoulders. Scott relaxed a little and nodded. You poured lube over your fingers and spread it over his hole, before inserting a single finger. Scott looked no more uncomfortable than he already was. When there was little resistance, you added a second finger.

Scott’s breathing got even heavier. You felt around for his prostate. When you found it, you made sure to gently rub it over and over. Scott’s muscles tensed up and before you knew it, Scott was twitching and moaning. His cock flexed, but Scott had no cum left. “Holy shit, that is great, keep doing it.”

You coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of Scott, but he never had enough. After four, you decided he needed a break. “No, please, I need more,” he pleaded, when he felt your fingers exit him. You took the gloves off and dropped them on the floor.

“Scott, your body is exhausted. You need food and something to drink or you will die anyway,” you tried to reason with him. After putting his legs down, you stood up.

Scott suddenly sat up and had his hands on your hips. “Let me suck you off first.” You shook your head and tried to brush his hands off, but he grabbed you tighter. “Please, I promise to eat and drink after.” You could not say no anymore. Seeing Scott having prostate orgasm after prostate orgasm also got you hard as a rock and you never had someone so eager to suck your cock.

Somewhere inside you, you knew you were going to regret this after Scott got his mind back, but it was hard to think about that, while Scott was frantically ridding you of your pants and underwear. He did not dilly dally, immediately trying to swallow all of your cock down. “Fuck, take it easy,” you cried out as Scott was an uncoordinated mess. “Less teeth, Scott, please,” you huffed. It was clear Scott had never sucked cock before, but he soon enough got pretty decent, his eagerness making up for the lack of finesse.

Looking down at him he was a porn-worthy sight. He could not deepthroat yet, but he was stroking whatever did not fit in his mouth. Scott was humming and moaning with your dick in his mouth, as if you were the best meal he’s ever had. “Scott, I’m close,” you moaned, clutching his hair in your hand. Scott took your cock out of his mouth. You expected him to just stroke it, but to your surprise, he kept the tip on his tongue, while he stroked the rest of your length. He wanted to taste your seed so badly, he was begging for it. You held his shoulder, while you spilled into his mouth, moaning and fighting to keep your eyes open, so you could see him eagerly swallowing every drop.

Scott even wrapped his lips around the tip of your cock, so he could suck every last bit out of you. When he was finally satisfied, you sat back down on the foot stool. “That was so good,” you sighed, catching your breath. You looked over to Scott as he agreed. He was sagged in his chair, looking almost as satisfied as you were. You took another minute, before stuffing your cock back in your pants and standing up. “Ok, I am gonna see what we have around here.”

When you came back with two sandwiches and two cans of soda, you found the chair you left Scott in empty. “Scott!” You called out in an instant panic.

“I’m here!” You speedwalked towards his voice, finding Scott dressed in clean clothes on the couch in a different room. He looked uncomfortable, but his skin was no longer flushed. “I… think I am all better now. Sorry for forcing myself on you like that.” You handed him a sandwich and soda, and sat down next to him.

“Thank you for the blowjob,” you joked, hoping to light the mood.

Scott scoffed. “Should have started with that. All symptoms just disappeared soon after… that.” He did not really look at you. There was a short silence between you. “About what I said before… you know. I meant it and my dinner offer still stands.”

You smiled at him and tapped his shoulder so he would finally look at you. “I’d really like that.”

#scott lang #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #male reader #scott lang x reader #scott lang x male reader #antman #antman x reader #mcu #marvel #mcu x reader #mcu x you #mcu x male reader #MCU x Y/N #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x you #Marvel x Y/N #antman x male reader

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soriseerakyra · 1 year

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Red String

A/N: I love him. Spoilers....Takes place right after Janet betrays Kang. Readers powers operate on a unconscious wish based system. If reader is hungry and wishes for an apple on will materialize in their hand. How effective the wish is determine by readers health and mental fortitude. Kind of a soulmate AU. Enjoy~

You knew from the moment you saw him. That this what you had been searching for. That he was the one you have been searching for. Yearning for.

You could barely remember how you got here. All you knew was that you made a wish. Hands to your head and rocking back and forth. It was a dangerous thing touching yourself with a wish in mind. You knew your magic was dangerous, but it was all you could do.

There had always been a dull ache in your heart in your mind. A pulling towards something that you couldn’t name. You’d dealt with it for most of your adult life. And while it was never anything pleasant and often distracting, you had found ways to deal with it. To ignore it.

But something had changed recently. The pulling turned into pain. A mournful longing turned to utter desperation. While you had never thought you would meet the thing at the other side of the pull, there in the back of your mind an instinct knew that there was always a possibility. But now something had changed. The opportunity had been taken from you. Suddenly they were…

Out of time. Out of Space. Gone.

A devastating thought. An unreal realization. But how can you fix it? How could you return to things to normal?

And you looked at your hands. Shaking in weak anxiety but still wreathed in energy. A swirling vortex of golden power, your connection to otherworldly powers that only you could see. And you broke the rules. You wished for the unthinkable. A wish you made out of the most forthright feeling of desperation. But you couldn’t stop yourself.

Anywhere but here. Anywhere I won’t hurt anymore.

Your power came upon you with a gale force of wind. A constant ringing in your ears. A constant cycle of compression and expansion of your existence. A kaleidoscope if colors and suddenly the absence of light.

And then suddenly you fall. And you keep falling for an eternity. The fall is light at first. A weightlessness and emptiness that you had never experienced before.

Then the feeling comes back, a pull from the center of you belly that’s pulling you fast towards the surface of an unknown world.

You land with a thud and in the swirl of the golden remnants of your magic. It’s quickly receding. Falling around you like stardust, puttering out with lifeless dimming sparks. The vibrant gold hue that once surrounded your entire hands is now restrained in dim golden bangles. You’ve imprisoned yourself; abused your magic to the point that it has locked itself inside of you. Who knows if or when you’ll be able to use it again.

A devastating thing.

And yet…

He sits the cross legged, head leaning on his hand. Dark eyes watch you intently. But the rest of him has reaction to you. No surprise, no hostility. All cool and calculating. Until.

It’s overwhelming, that pull. The longing replaced with want. It almost takes your breath away, as you push yourself to your knees. An oppressive need to reach him making it hard to do anything else but focus on the being in front of him.

He feels it too. A straightening in his back, a cocking of his head, and a widening of his eyes. You are hear it faintly. A faint huff, a chuckle maybe. Where you are overcome with the weight with the realization, he seems simply content a little amused perhaps.

Still, you allow yourself to nearly sob out the words,

“It’s you.”

He responds in kind.

“And here you are.”

What would you call it? A drawl perhaps. The way that he caressed each letter, and every word was calculating. Slow and drawn out. Like thousands of thoughts and possibilities were happening all at one, and they all hinge on the words that he would say next.

You watch him rise to his feet as elegant and deliberate in his movement as he is in his speech.

He steps toward, moving with purpose toward you.

His hands are tucked spartanly behind his back, and you faintly register the sight and sound of a small, crushed piece of metal in his hand dropping to the ground.

A slight distraction that causes you to be momentarily aware of your surroundings. A destroyed workshop you surmised. The hint of tinkering and invention in this metal room. But you have no way to invest more energy into understanding your surroundings.

Quickly, he’s in front of you in all of his weight and glory. His colors purple and green painted on a strange weighty metallic suit.

He looks down at you with curious eyes. He’s thinking again. Unlike you he’s not caught all off guard by all of this. Seemingly you were expected. This was expected.

His gloved hand reaches out and for a moment you think he’s reaching down to help you up.

Instead, he my moves his hand to the top of your head and strokes from the top of it down to the bottom of your chin. You lean into to the soothing cool metal of his hand. He cups your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forces you to make eye contact with him.

He pulls you up, or rather you are willed upwards through means you are unaware of.

“How did you get here?” He asks. And while it is soothed over with his docile tone there is a directness in his eyes that lets you know that this is not a friendly question.

“A wish,” you say with a shrug of your shoulders. There is a scratching in the back of your mind. An agony that has been put on hold by your newfound fixation. You’ve cut yourself off from your very essence. A stupid choice.

His eyes look past you for a moment, and for a second, you’re sure that he’s frustrated with your vagueness. But he’s not. He’s wistful in the face as if he’s recalling a memory.

“Magic again, then.”

Again?

He reads the surprise on your face instantly. He releases your chin and grabs your wrists. The way he appraises your wrists it’s almost like he-

“Locked, then?”

He questioning face is more impassive than his eyes, which are barely controlled pools of irritation.

You nod mutely.

He let out an irritated click of his teeth as he turns away from you for a moment. His shoulders stoop. And you can hear the rumblings of growl in is throat.

His fists flex in anger.

For a moment your hearts twists with anxiety. An itch that lets you know that this man’s anger is devastating. World ending.

He turns around. A wry smile in place of an expected frown. He’s close to you again overwhelming you with his presence. His two hands dwarf you as he moves cup your face an in an affectionate hold.

His forehead presses to yours, eyes narrowing for a moment in observation.

You’re pulled taught at the action. The pulling that you always felt heaving you inches closer to the man.

“It’s no matter,” he says as his eyes flicker down obviously to your lips.

When had you cocked your head up to him? Or begun standing on the tips of your toes? How long had your sweaty plans been pressed against his chest?

The answers don’t come. Instead, they are pushed away as he kisses you deeply. A hand cups the back your head, as a sigh of relief races out from your lips.

Shoulders slack and eyes closed. Your unspeakable longing it seems is finally satiated. The pull between you still there feels more like a rope gone slack. Unnatural urging to unite the pair of you satisfied.

What a strange feeling.

He ends it by pulling away, head still pressed against yours. You are pleased when you open eyes to find that his are still closed. Lips parted slightly as he basks in your shared relief. A dark cloud banished by your union.

But the questions come to fill the void just as quickly as it appears.

Who was he? Where is this place? And how did he know about your magic?

Your delirious satisfaction keeps you from asking the questions but does not keep the confusion off your face. He looks at your warm flushed face with amused eyes and a chuckle,

“We have time.”

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Cute moments together

Iron Man: Probably just snuggling and talking about nerdy stuff. He loves when you come into his lab and play around with his suits and tech, and asks a ton of questions that he'll always answer. He loves talking to you and showing off what he loves or has been working on, he also loves it when you snuggle with him. Your touch is comforting and the feeling of you holding him close after a long hard day of working makes him feel safer and more secure. You're his rock and he loves you.

Spider-Man: You both were sitting on his apartment's balcony watching the sun rise over a quiet little neighborhood in Brooklyn. He put his arm around you wanting to hold you close during the moment. You both sipped a mug of coffee together, and the silence was perfect. He looked at you feeling like he wanted to kiss you so bad, yet felt a wave of peace. He knew right then he was going to marry you because he had never felt so very lucky.

Hulk: You and he have shared many cute moments together. You both enjoy the little things in life, like cuddling together, giving each other little gifts, or just spending quality time together. You both try to make time for each other every day, even if it's just for a quick kiss or a brief conversation about your plans for the day. You also share a lot of inside jokes and have had many funny and memorable experiences together. You are truly each other's best friend and love sharing laughs, smiles, giggles, kisses, and cuddles every chance you get.

Captain America: He finds his partner's presence comforting, especially in difficult times. He enjoys sharing cute moments with you when no one is around to see, like a quick kiss goodbye or a long hug hello. These quiet moments showcase your connection and make Steve's heart feel safe. In public, the both of you are affectionate and loving, holding hands or giving each other little kisses on the cheek. He knows that he can always rely on you to comfort and reassure him, even when times are difficult. He appreciates those little moments of connection, and it's often those private moments that make the relationship so special to him.

Winter Soldier: His favourite moment with you is when you're just sitting together, talking about nothing in particular, but you both know how much you love each other (even though he's not the greatest at expressing it). That feeling of just being close to you is so comforting and amazing. And then you'll do something like lay your head on his chest, or reach out to hold his hand, and those moments just take his breath away he feels so lucky every day to have you in his life.

Black Panther: One of his favorite cute moments with you is holding hands and walking through the forest together. It's a peaceful and comforting gesture, and it always makes him feel happy and loved. You can talk openly about anything while taking in the sights and sounds of nature, and he always feels at ease when you're together in that way. It's also been a tradition for you both to take walks along the coast and go stargazing, and those moments are also always special. You often talk about the future when you watch the stars, and those moments fill him with gratitude for the love you share.

Doctor Strange: A few months ago he was feeling stressed and tired and you could see that. You started giving him back scratches and then just started rubbing his back gently which slowly but surely started to relax him more and more. After an exhausting day, it just melted the stress away, his heart was so full. It's a special memory for him.

Thor: Honestly any time you laugh and smile. It's infectious and fills him with joy. You are like the sun and any time he sees you, he knows there is warmth and safety around, and he feels as though he is where he needs to be. But when you laugh he could be anywhere and that sound makes it perfect.

Ant-Man: His favorite cute moment with you is when you both are just sitting on the couch watching TV and you lean over and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. It's so cute and heartwarming. He loves it when you do that and it always makes his day when you do it. It makes him feel loved and appreciated. Even in the simple moments, you still find a way to show him that you care. It's those little things that mean so much to both of us.

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Telling kang you’re pregnant. With his child hcs

Warnings: pregnancy obviously, mentions of sex, puking,

Note that I wrote these before the abuse 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐬

•When you first had sex, you knew that there was risks. Especially since there was nothing in the quantum realm

•But kang was desperate, and so were you. It had been a few years together, as you both built this place

•And you both were meant to be together, kang knew it

•So you both accepted the risk, but you weren’t expecting it to actually happen. Maybe he pulled out too slow and you didn’t notice? Maybe he didn’t even pull out after?

•It didn’t matter now, because now you had to tell him.

•it took a few weeks to gather the courage, but he noticed something was wrong

•it started when you woke up in the morning, and started to puke

“What’s wrong? Are you sick or something?”

“No, no, just… nauseous.” You said, and brushed it off

•That’s when he grew suspicious

•wa few days after, you came clean. You told him to wait there and not to go outside for a second, you pulled the test out the drawer and handed it to him.

His face dropped, into an expression that you usually didn’t see. Rather one that his enemies saw

“Nathan, I’m pregnant.”

(His real name is Nathaniel, but it’s jus a cute lil nickname.)

“How- I swear I-“

“That’s what I said. Maybe you just- Y’Know, didn’t notice.”

Then he really thought about it, maybe a child wouldn’t be so bad.

•Like imagine, one with his face, and maybe even his powers? Could they even be passed down? Now he wondered about the possibilities

•Kang thought, maybe if the baby did get his powers, it wouldn’t be so bad.

“We’re going to the lab. Right now.” He said, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of bed. With a snap of his fingers, in a few seconds he was now dressed then he walked you out

“Kang, love, you’re squeezing my arm.” You said, and tried to wiggle your arm out of his grasp. He let go of your arm

His cape dragged behind him, his face closed off by the blue mask.

•Anyways so when you got there, the doctor said you were about 2 months pregnant

Then kang pulled him aside privately while you looked at him confused

“Is there any chance, if she does go through with it, that the baby will get my powers?”

“If she does go through with it… I think there would be like a 50/50 chance, but most likely, yes, they would. Maybe not all your powers, but it should be some or one at least.”

The doctor was going to say if it is really his, but he decided against it because he’d probably be dead

•So after a lot of thinking from him, and a lot of avoidance, he finally came up to you with his decision

“You can go through with it.” He said, as you looked out on the balcony.

“What?” You spun around. He still had his stupid mask on.

“You can go through with the baby.”

You wanted to as well, but if he really wanted to..

“If you want this baby, you’re gonna have to be here more, I’m not taking care of them by myself.”

“I promise to be here more, okay? Just-“ he sighed and his mask was gone now. “I love you. You know I love you, and I’m glad that this happened. I’m just really busy, okay? So if you need anything I’m only a few minutes away, my guards have already been told that if it’s you to let you through.”

A small smile graced your lips, he came closer and gave you a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and you both walked back to bed.

A small smile graced your lips, he went over to you slowly and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he carried you to the bed

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getting you to smile [ scott lang ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; after a bad day at work, scott knows just the way to bring a smile to your face

⋯ PROMPT ; [ boop ] for your muse to boop mine on the nose

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader, established relationship, slight angst [ mentions of a bad day + scott’s house arrest ] + general fluff [ scott being an absolute sweetheart + kisses ]

coming up the steps that led into your shared house, you messed with your keys, sliding them into the lock and unlocking the door. dropping your bag at the entrance, you kicked off your shoes before trailing into the kitchen to look for some alcohol -- needing to dull your senses of the day’s horrible activities and momentarily forget about it.

you uttered a quick greeting toward scotty, who went back to watching tv as soon as it realized that you had arrived home for the evening. there was a quick noise of chittering, possibly a way of scotty communicating with scott to let you know of your arrival home -- as evident by the sound of footsteps resonating from upstairs.

scott peeked his head around the edge of the stair banister, smiling brightly as he laid eyes on you before quickly moving across the hardwood floors to wrap you up in a hug, “god, i’m so glad you’re home. i missed you.” he utters into your shoulder before drawing back to look you over. only to frown as he takes note of your tired and uneasy face, “what happened?”

you shrug, blowing out a deep breath through you noise before taking a seat in one of the barstools, “just... had a really bad day. no one knew what was going on, and it seemed like all the manager could do was blame me to for everything.” scott’s brows furrowed, and he take a few steps to stand between your knees as his hands moved to cup your cheeks, drawing you gaze up toward him.

“we all have bad days. and sometimes, it seems like the world is always moving against you. but you made it through the day, and maybe tomorrow is going to be better. i mean, you’re only a day away from the weekend -- so maybe everyone was just stressed out.” he smiles, leaning forward to press his lips against your forehead, silently cheering to himself as your shoulder slump in relaxation.

“have i ever told you how much i love you?” you utter out softly, smiling up at scott with admiration bright in your eyes. he nods, smiling even brighter, “all the time.” he states, before softly booping the end of your nose in playful manner before trailing around the edge of the kitchen island and digging through the different pamphlets of takeout menus until he finds your favorite.

“what do you say to a nice night in, with some takeout and some alcohol?” he offers, clapping his hands in excitement as you nod in agreement. letting him usher you out of your seat and up towards your shared bedroom to change into something more comfortable as he places the order for delivery.

the two of you settle onto the couch, takeout containers in hand as you flip through the channels to find something to watch. cuddled up right next to scott as he points out a movie and happily asks if you’re okay with watching it. you nod, digging into the food in front of you just as scott turns to press a kiss to the top of your head, “feeling better?”

you nod, “much better. thank you scott.” he blushes slightly at the beaming smile you send his way, tugging you in closer as the movie progresses and the food slowly begins to disappear. all he needed was to get you to smile and your bad day was long forgotten.

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