#avenger x woc character

[raineydays411]

My Father's Daughter

Part 9

Summary: You've been at the Wayne Manor for over a month.

In some weird way you understand Christine.

You understand why she tries so hard to spend time with you while you're in her home. Why she begs for you to get off of your phone and cook with her. You get why she tries to make the other kids be nice to you. Scolds them harshly when they make snide comments underneath their breath about you.

Truly, you do.

You just...genuinely don't give a shit.

You don't care that she feels bad that she abandoned you for a completely other family and you don't care that she feels like she's losing time to create a bond with you.

You did not care.

Really, you didn't.

"Um,kid... you know I love you but I'm really not that kind of doctor" Bruce Banner said awkwardly over facetime.

You sigh. "Yeah I know B. You were just the first one to pick up the phone."

"Ouch." Banner laughed, " you know, you really are your fathers child."

You smile, one of the rare times you actually did nowadays. " How is the old man?"

You haven't been able to call him since he was paranoid whoever wants you would track your phone calls and find out where you are.

"Your father is even more annoying now without you than he ever has been in my entirety of knowing him" Banner deadpans, " He misses you a lot kiddo, we all do."

You smile sadly, missing your family.

It was hard, seeing these people you barely knew, with a mother you barely knew, stuck in a house you barely knew.

And the fact that they feel like a family. They argue and play jokes on each other. They eat with each other every afternoon ( Bat activities at night), Bruce kisses Christine goodbye when he goes to work. It was so domestic in its weird little ways.

But you didn't fit in.

They laughing and the jokes stopped whenever you walked into the room. The conversations were stale.

It was depressing.

It's not like they ignored you, oh no. That would've been preferable.

No half of them trip over their feet to try and include you in whatever they're doing.

Dick will turn blue chatting your ear off about whatever he thinks will get you to open up to him and Christine?

She will bend over backwards, frontwards, and sideways just to get you to acknowledge she gave birth to you. Every night she comes into your room and tries to talk to you about your life. And every question is met with a dull answer

"So any boys that catch your interest here?" " I don't know, I can't leave the premises"

"Were you in any sports? You look like you'd be a cheerleader like your momma!" " I was in mathletes and debate like Pepper"

"You really are beautiful my baby" "Thanks, everyone says I look like my dad"

It really was a struggle to get you to open up. Almost everyone at the manor had a hard time even starting a conversation with you.

Everyone except of course Alfred and surprisingly Jason Todd.

Alfred won you over as soon as you moved in. He vouched for you when you needed time alone and brings you snacks>

Jason is a whole different story.

See, the reason why it's so hard for everyone to talk to you is because they all refuse to acknowledge the elephant in the room. They're treating you like you were some other orphan Annie they decided to adopt and you just have no family waiting and missing you.

Jason doesn't.

In fact, it was him who caught you trying to sneak out of the mansion the first week you were there. Instead of scolding you or telling on you, he took you out.

"A cap and sunglasses? Kid, that's not a disguise."

"What do you mean?"

He took you to a diner he frequents, a tour of the rooftops to avoid people, and to the safe house he took over from Bruce.

"Tell me about your life." He demands, not asks.

You smile and tell him about it. Your life growing up with the Avengers, school and what major you're going for, that brief fling you had with Pietro before you had to move to Gotham.

It was nice. To be with someone that didn't want to change you. He didn't try to force you into forgiveness and let you vent. He even gave some pretty sound advice.

"You know, at some point you are going to forgive her." He says ignoring your indignant stare, " You don't gotta be bestfriends with her or anything, but that anger is going to either slowly consume you or slowly go way. And believe me, you want it to slowly go way."

And he was right in some ways. The longer you're there, the less anger there is and the more hurt replaces it. It festers inside you like some disease. The symptoms slowly leaking out every time one of them calls her mom.

Every night she comes into your room and tries to pry into your life as if she didn't voluntarily leave it, you feel it.

Everytime you see her brush Cassandra's hair out of her eyes, or kiss damian on the forehead. It's the gentle way she smiles whenever she sees Tim hyperfocused on mission reports, and the way she gets so excited whenever Dick or Jason walk through the front door. Hugging them and chiding them for not visiting more.

It hurts you that they truly are a family.

And after a while, it gets hard for you to try and say that you truly didn't give a shit.

Because honestly, you did

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Taglist: @stupendousnightmaretrash @opheliaas-stuff

#tony stark x daughter!reader #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #damian wayne x reader #reader insert #marvel #marvel x reader #avengers x teen!reader #oc character #x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #peter parker x reader #woc reader #fem reader

[doctorofmagic]

TW: racism, antiziganism, whitewashing, uses of g slur, fatphobia, misgendering, ageism, toxic fandom, long post.

This post is a bit off topic but, as someone who has been following Marvel’s comic book industry for almost ten years now, I feel like it’s my duty to use my voice and not be quiet about the blatant shit show that is happening to a character that is also a member of the magic community and has been suffering a lot lately in the hands of people who have little to no regard towards her heritage.

It was just a rumor back then (and Donny Cates even denied it in the past) but it does seem that Feige is using the MCU to influence comic books in most recent runs, ESPECIALLY regarding certain characters.

Now, let’s be honest. This is not new. We all remember when the cast of the Fantastic Four reboot died in a explosion in the pages of Punisher #12, eight years ago. A clear retaliation at the movie and FOX’s terrible decisions. We all know that this is probably the reason why the first family book was cancelled as well. The group remained in the shadows and only Reed had a decent spotlight thanks to New Avengers v3 and Secret Wars, disappearing next along with Sue, the kids and the Future Foundation. They only returned fully with a new volume in 2018, and most fans’ dreams and hopes slowly died out with Dan Slott’s bad takes and writing (erasing Franklin’s X gene, putting three women to fight over a man, reversing Infamous Doom to his villain self and throwing away his character development just because he wanted Victor as a villain etc etc etc).

Very well. Still, the FF survived. No one reversed Galactus into a cosmic cloud. No one turned Victor into a metallic guy with electric powers who wanted to marry Sue (thank the Vishanti). And whatever happened in the reboot (which I didn’t watch) certainly wasn’t adapted into comics.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not here to gatekeep comic books. In fact, I’ve been committed to introducing them to my followers since day 1 on this hellsite. Unlike many fans, I didn’t grow up with them. Movies had a huge influence on me and I had a long journey. Movies and animated TV shows are part of the reason I dove into this universe, in the first place. Which is fine. I can take a bad adaption and move on.

What I can’t take is what they’re trying to do with Wanda, because it reeks of racism.

The whole point of this new Wanda volume is to give her the proper representation and atone for the years of colorism, a systematic problem that keeps happening in the industry. Just because she was portrayed as white in the past, it doesn’t mean she’s not a woc, especially when it’s said in canon that she has dark skin. There are plenty of roma people talking on this matter and how it’s meaningful to acknowledge that Wanda is brown, even when white roma people exist (1, 2, 3, 4).

The crew is in fact very committed to it, as stated by Steve Orlando here:

Now, what is happening to the new Scarlet Witch volume? Two things. The blatant whitewashing in variant covers and their need to push the MCU into 616!Wanda, first by introducing Darcy and now deaging Agatha.

Let’s be clear. There was a MASSIVE effort from the team to portray Wanda's heritage, which has been constantly dismissed by the lack of effort from the artists.

Here’s one example, from Jeehyung Lee, tracing what I think is a k-pop singer (but I don't really remember her name so correct me if I’m wrong). In any case, she was traced over a korean woman. This is not the first problem with this artist since he also made the same with Storm’s model in MFF by tracing Charlize Theron over Ororo.

In addition to anti-blackness, this is also an issue of interchangeable ethnicity, the same that happened to America Chavez, when she’s established as Puerto Rican, not Mexican, as the pin on her jacket suggests (and yes, her cast is also filled with anti-blackness. Nothing against Xochitl, but I touched this matter before when I wrote about DSIMOM. And yes, TAO’s MCU is also bad, very bad, very very very bad).

I just keep seeing this over and over again. You shouldn't be defending her whiteness. You *SHOULDN'T*. Unless you have a problem that Wanda is a brown romani woman. It’s imperative that people understand that representation matters and poc have been time and time whitewashed in this very same industry (Sunspot/Roberto da Costa is just one example and was also whitewashed in that terrible New Mutants adaptation).

The issue here is to push a problematic and harmful portrayal of Wanda on her comic book version. And it’s only happening to her due to the popularity of said character and artist.

More thant that, her stans ARE using Olsen’s Wanda to shield racism. Some of you are actually not even hiding it. The following is a list of racist comments and accounts. I’ll leave them under the cut in case people don’t want to see it.

Regarding the WV variant cover for Wanda #3 by David Nakamura:

And plain racism overall:

On a side note...

Just today I was harassed by this troll here. And no, I’m not hiding your @ because you went to MY post and felt compelled to misgender me, be fatphobic and also god knows why felt entitled to call Wanda ableist (????)

As I said, I didn’t grow up with comics. When I first met Wanda, I didn’t know she was neither Roma, Jewish or brown. And this itself is a problem because it should be clear, it should have been portrayed in the comics, it should have been common knowledge. All it takes is just to listen to people and understand the systematic racism and whitewashing in the comic book and cinema industries.

They ALWAYS double down on Wanda’s whiteness. No, darling, it’s not okay to stan two versions of the same character when time and time the marginalized one is a target of racism. When they weaponize every single attempt at calling out the harm that MCU has caused on her character to the point of even using reverse racism, ableism and many other blatant lies to slander 616!Wanda, when her MCU can do pretty much whatever she wishes because she’s white so that’s okay. And don’t even dare bring feminism here because you don’t care about woc. You only care about white women.

In any case, I just want to shed light on this matter because this effort of pushing MCU into comics isn’t happening to any other Marvel character, ESPECIALLY when the change is for the better. Wong is powerful, body-positive and having more than one-dimensional relationship in the MCU. Where’s the effort to do that in comics? Layla is literally the best part of Moon Knight. Where is she?

Why they want so bad to push a white woman on a book that is supposed to praise Wanda’s romani heritage? It’s obvious that they want to sell and some execs are siding with the portion of this toxic and racist fandom.

Comics are not perfect, we know that. But there has been a huge effort to support the marginalized voices in this industry. Marvel’s Voices, pride and heritage are all examples. Besides, they’ve always been political. Always.

What they’re doing to Wanda is evil and lazy. As an artist and colorist, it’s YOUR DUTY to search and at least be aware of what characters you’re trying to conceive. There’s no way variant artists didn’t see the main cover for issue #1 by Dauterman.

This is not just ignorance. It’s a statement. A statement that it’s okay to ignore a marginalized group and its attempt to give visibility to said group. And Orlando knew that when he said he didn’t have control over the rest of the creative team.

It’s fine if the MCU wants to push some elements like they did in the past. But this is not just any element. It’s harmful and I’ll not be quiet about it. 616!Wanda is getting more and more marginalized, whereas her whitewashed version is praised and loved. And now there’s an attempt at reconciling both as if it was okay. It’s not. MCU!Wanda doesn’t know racism. MCU!Wanda joined Hydra. MCU!Wanda has the privilege 616!Wanda could never afford for being a brown roma woman. And now the racist fandom wants to claim both in order to erase 616!Wanda’s heritage and history of fighting racism.

All I can ask is, if you’re buying this comic book, DO NOT SUPPORT the variant covers. Let them rot. We know the racists are not supporting the book anyways. They’ll just buy the variant cover and that’s it.

PS: I’m not Roma so feel free to correct me in any aspect. Just using my voice to boost awareness.

PS²: Olsen stans DNI or else will be blocked at sight. I’m done with every single of you.

#not tagging #read the tws tho

[buckevantommy]

Sorry do you hate marvel or not? You reblogged a gif set from moon knight, that straight up nonsense show, saying they should give a show to one of the supporting characters? You know if you hate marvel media you can just not watch it right

marvel needs to die a fiery death.

i love stucky but the studio either queerbaited or was clueless or queerphobic plus steve's endgame made no sense. i love rdj's tony stark but he deserved better. they sexualised natasha to the nth degree rather than let scarjo work her drama muscles then killed her off rather than let her retire. moon knight was a mess but it was heartwrenching and different and oscar isaac deserves an award for that portrayal and i have a crush on layla and think may would crush a solo show - an egyptian superhero! (sidenote: i watched hawkeye recently and hated it but the deaf woc who got a redemption arc is getting her own show which is great).

i can care about characters and still hate their treatment - I'm an spn fan, it's second nature for me.

one of the many problems with the mcu is they're churning out multiple shows and movies per year which means they're not giving time to flesh out characters and plots like they deserve to be but it ALSO means a lot of eyes are on them bc when you crank out that much content in this day and age you HAVE to give diverse representation so we're seeing more and more poc characters in shows and on the big screen thanks to the mcu - eternals, shang-chi, moon knight, ms marvel, echo, blue beetle - and yes the mcu's diverse rep is problematic bc they care more about flash than substance and more about algorithms than grounded characterisations but you can't deny that the mcu has helped bring diverse casting into mainstream media. the worst company you know did a good thing, or however the saying goes. think back to the first avenger movies and how whitebred supermodel cishet they were. but thanks to societal influence and the changing of times, it became a necessity to have more poc characters in the mcu. the audience expected it.

however when it comes to queer rep, we've seen a lot more racially and bodily diverse casting and poc characters than we have queer characters. the first onscreen gay kiss took 26 movies and happened in Eternals, and other queer characters have been blink and you'll miss it moments or throwaway lines many viewers don't realise signified queer characters and instead misinterpreted those comments as humour or commentary. we've had a few queer side characters (negasonic x yukio, ayo x aneka, valkyrie, korg) but we're to yet to see a main queer character - and regardless of intention or comic book canon, throwaway lines, possible flirting, and jokes do not qualify as queer rep imho. so loki, deadpool, and tony stark don't count. it has to be explicit and undeniable, not catered to queerphobes so they can easily misinterpret.

but my point is: the mcu is a powerhouse that's been dominating the superhero genre and blockbuster charts for two decades, and from their success they've bet big in planning and putting into production dozens of shows and movies set to be released over the next decade. and that is a terrifying thought. they can't predict the future but they're trying to create content to fit a world that hasn't come into being yet. they're already behind the times on queer rep so i dont have high hopes for whatever they have coming queer-rep wise. but aside from that, their storytelling has become trite and so convoluted that they trade sense for the surprise factor. they're writing characters and plots to fit algorithm parameters like someone trying to say every buzzword in their work presentation. just look at Quantumania: a mess from start to finish in plot, dialogue, characterisations, not to mention stilted acting from a cast forced to act the majority of the film on greenscreen with no physical interactions to ground their performances.

i could go on and on but this post would get long and i'm no expert I'm just your average viewer and tumblr user looking for plots that make sense in stories i want to enjoy because i care about (or want to care about) the characters. if only the mcu cared as much about their characters as they do about big budget seizure inducing interdimensional battle scenes. as for genuine queer rep: maybe in 3 years we'll see a pair of same-sex lips gentle colliding like two pale coconuts. or maybe the mcu will crash and burn (or fizzle out) long before then.

i wanna be done with their stranglehold on the genre since they can't even produce decent shit these days. i want all the strikes going on atm to see creative teams get what they're owed. i want the next dozen mcu productions to flop so they realise they're not hot shit anymore. i want the streamer service upheaval to screw over their longterm plans. i want viewers and bloggers and journalists to call them out for being like the very villains they set up for their heroes to defeat - villains who want to control the cinematic universe, kill off competition, and screw over anyone they consider beneath them.

so yes, i hate the mcu. but there are characters i care about, and plots i wish were done better. but that's why fanfiction exists.

#anti marvel #anti mcu #.​txt #diverse characters #queer characters #representation matters #lgbtqia

[stachmousworld]

Avenge me tomorrow (Ch.5)

Summary: Nat’ has enough. Bruce is green. They all need to talk.

Previously: Thea fled. The team is left alone.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8  - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11

Avengers Tower

They all saw Thea almost running to the elevator. Nat’ was the first to move. She hadn’t been as shocked as the others because she expected it. Like Bruce, who was just behind her. When he told her about last night, how he found Thea in the communal room alone, Nat’ had been appalled.

It’s true that after watching the video, she had to take a few cold showers to repress her arousal. But after watching it again, this time closely, some things had seemed off. She hadn’t been able to tell what precisely, until Bruce and she talked – or more like when she tried to talk him out of destroying the entire tower. He had worked himself in a murderous fury. She had tried all the songs she’s known and a few child stories, with no success.

For the first time.

Nat’ remembered vividly being hopeless and scared for Bruce. Even though he had put himself in the Hulk-room for the reminder of the night, she hadn’t been able to shake off the reasons why he’d been so mad. When he came back to himself, at dawn, Bruce had long ranted on the lack of aftercare and the unease he had felt toward the end at Thor’s words. He had been so agitated, even under his human form, that he had fallen back into his old self-destructive ways. After a transformation so sudden, he used to scratch his forearms, punch the walls and starve himself.

Nat’ had deplored not being with him physically. She would have hugged him and provided some care: food, massage, or only her presence.

And then it clicked.

It was supposed to be normal, between them, to take care of the others or even to stay together. They were all well-documented on subspace and the dangers of letting the sub alone. Above all in a poly-relationship. Their scenes could get heavy and loaded really quick. They were so used to be with each other that they’d forget how difficult it could be for a sub. Even if some of them were switch, they never really lost themselves like Thea would do. She’d fall into subspace so beautifully that Nat’ has prayed to God every day to make it last.

Guess, this time he didn’t listen to her prayers.

Between the speech of Thor, the denying of basic care and attention for Thea, Nat’ had witnessed their train slowly get off rail. She knew deep down they had crossed a line. Bucky’s genuine concern and Thea’s body language have put her on edge. Nat’ had been undercover at that time. She hadn’t been able to call them nor ask JARVIS to put a halt on the scene.

Now, she regretted it more than anything. They should have been clearer about their relationship. They should have sat down, with Thea, and revealed their true intentions. All the things unsaid and the ambiguous situations piled up until they blew out. Like a huge pile of shit.

And now, Thea was gone. She was probably thinking that they played her and that they only saw her for her body and not mind. Sure, they were not nice people, but they’d never toy consciously with people. Unless it was a mission.

Thea had been honest from the beginning about everything. Her kinks, her lifestyle, what she wanted with them, and instead of admitting what they wanted, to have a real polyamorous relationship with her, they stayed silent. It wasn’t as if they didn’t care for her at all. She was curious, sarcastic, super smart and inventive, nice, and sexy.

What had been attractive about her wasn’t her beauty. Even at first. No, it had been her snark. She knew what she wanted, and she went for it. Along the lines, they had forgotten that behind that façade, there was someone. They sure as hell talked a lot about her. About their feelings and how hopeless they felt, but it seemed that they didn’t get their point across. She was everything they had wanted to complete them.

The team was one and as one, they tended to love the same kind of people and fight for the same causes. But when in love, they found it hard to find someone who wouldn’t ran away because of the number of partners involved or their lifestyle.

So, when Nat’ witnessed Thea dissociation and anxiety every time one of them made a suggestive remark, she knew she was right.

They had fucked up.

Nat’ ran after Thea and tried to reach her, but the doors closed. Thea hadn’t reply when they called after her. She didn’t even turn around.

“Jarvis, can you block the elevator?”

“I’m afraid, I can’t Miss Romanov,” Jarvis replied.

“Why not?” Tony asked, surprised.

“Miss Carmelia has an important meeting.”

Nat’ sighed and thanked Jarvis anyway. Tony muttered something about creating an AI too perfect.

“What’s happening?” Clint asked, confused. “Why did she run off like the devil was chasing her?”

“We’ll talk about that later. First, let’s find her, Steve and Bucky you take the stairs and Thor, the airway. Don’t let her go away.”

 They came back a few minutes later. Without Thea. What a surprise, Nat’ thought bitterly. She glanced at Bruce who stared straight in front of him, jaw locked. She could vaguely see a hint of green on his skin.

“So, where is the wonder girl?” Clint asked.

“We didn’t see her leave,” Steve explained, not even out of breath.

“Thor, did you have any chance?” Clint continued, as Thor landed on the balcony. He swirled his hammer a few times, eyebrows frown. Clint was about to ask again -  

“Nay. I have scanned the entrance of the building and didn’t see her,” he replied pensive.

Natasha refrained herself from throttling them for their obvious lack of concern and took a deep breath instead. She had hope to salvage whatever the fuck, they managed to mess up, but with Thea gone and the idiots here, it might be more difficult.

“We have to talk,” she declared coldly. “Everyone in the living room. Now!”

The group settled quite calmly. Steve had a concentrated face, Bucky looked somewhat guilty and knowing, Bruce had still a hint of green in the eyes and didn’t look any of them, Thor was surprisingly lost in his thoughts and Tony…well Tony was looking rather sick.

Nat glanced at Bruce.

“If you need to go to your room, I’ll understand.”

He growled, shaking his head vehemently. Nat looked at him for a couple of second and nodded, respecting his choice. She settled into Clint’s opened arms.

“What the fuck was that yesterday guys?”

Next chapter 

#polyavengers #avengers x reader #character of color #original character of colour #avenger x woc character #black!female character #avengemetomorrow #steve rogers #natasha has enough #natasha romanoff #bruce x natasha #avengers x black!reader #avengers x plus size reader #thor

[avintagekiss24]

Insatiable

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original WOC Female Character

Warnings: Smut, major major SMUT

Summary: You can't get enough of Bucky Barnes, and he can't get enough of you.

Word Count: 3095

A/N: Did I mention that there’s smut? 😈 This is square B3 - Insatiable for my Bucky Barnes Bingo card.

     Your breasts bounce with the motion of your bodies . Your hands are dug into his long hair, pulling his face to yours as he pounds his hips into you. Your moans fill the dimly lit room but he silences you quickly with his mouth. Bucky kisses you deeply, stealing the air right from your lungs before you release his lips to groan into him. You let your hands roam down his arms as he grips the black satin sheets in his hands on either side of your head. You clench your muscles around him as you stare back into his blue eyes. His hips falter. You bite his bottom lip, causing his eyes to slam shut as his pace quickens. He grunts into your mouth and your stomach tightens as your orgasm rapidly builds.  

     Bucky drills your hips into the mattress underneath you, pressing your spot with every stroke. His hips are feverish; he is so close that you can taste it. Your eyes shut in anticipation as you hiss from the pressure building inside of you. Bucky bites down on your chin, sending a bolt of electricity through your hypersensitive body. His hair brushes against your face as he peppers hot, sloppy kisses along your cheeks and the bridge of your nose. Your body clenches around him involuntarily again and within seconds, you milk him of his hot seed. Grunts scratch at the back of his throat as his hips continue to rock into you but this time with no control. You explode around him as he continues to coat your walls with his spunk. You pull on his hair, calling out his name as your orgasm washes over you in waves, your body shaking and shivering out of desire. He drops down on top of you, digging his fingers into your dark hair as he nuzzles into your neck. Your heavy breaths commingle with his as the sun begins to rise to your left, cracking into your otherwise dim room.  

     Bucky’s hot lips splatter kisses along your collarbone as you turn slightly to check the clock; you’ve got plenty of time. He grabs your lips again in a deep kiss as his fingers massage your scalp. His thickness starts to stir within you again; you are more than ready for round two. He flips your position so quick, you erupt into a fit of giggles. You now sit on top of him, laughing like an idiot, as he smiles up at you. He grabs your ass in his hands, massaging your thick flesh as your run your hands over his sculpted chest. You bite your lip as you push up on his dick, groaning slightly at the sensation of him sliding out of your hot center. You sit back down on him slowly and he closes his eyes, tilting his chin toward the ceiling. He lets out a deep breath and mumbles softly as your hips begin to roll as you rise up on him again. You press your hands into his chest as you start to move, letting your head roll back on your neck-  

    “Daesha!”

    You snap your head to the right quickly, dropping the pencil you were inadvertently chewing on to the ground as you’re brought back into reality, “What?” You hiss, slightly angry and highly annoyed as you stare back at your coworker.

    Veronica places her hand on her hip dramatically as she smirks back at you, “You’re about to chew the tip of that pencil off, that’s what. You want lead poisoning?”

    You click your tongue and bend daintily to pick up your pencil before placing it on your standing desk and running your hands down your skirt. You try to focus back on your laptop, knowing full well that Veronica’s eyes are still on you and that your underwear are now drenched with your lust. Pie charts and PowerPoint presentations be damned.

    “What are you thinking about over there?” Veronica’s voice rings through your ears as she peeks over your own laptop.

    “Don’t worry about it, ok?” You smile back sweetly but your time is dripping in sarcasm.

    “Mmmhmm,” She hums.

    You can’t help but laugh lightly, shaking your head as your friend dips her attention back to her computer. You glance around the office and much to your delight, the two of you didn’t make too much of a scene. No one, well, no one beside Veronica that is, is aware that you’ve nearly creamed your pretty silk panties thinking about your sexcapades with your metal armed boyfriend. You return the eraser of the pencil to your lips as you drop your eyes back to your computer screen. She try to focus, you really do, but the dampness between your legs causes you to shift. You blink slowly as you cross your legs, applying a little pressure to your center as a your vaginal muscles begin to ache. You’re sore, and it’s only going to get worse throughout the day. You smile. You love being sore.

     You collapse on top of his chest as another of your orgasm rips through you. He continues to buck into you, his hot cum spurting into you as you bite down on his shoulder. He wraps his hands around your back, holding you to him as you both pant. Sweat glistens on both of your bodies, hair matted to your foreheads. You close your eyes as his heart thumps in your ear and his metal fingers skim up and down the length of your spine. You hum slightly out of pure satisfaction and comfort. You love him so much. After a few minutes, or hours, you’re not really sure as you’ve drifted off, you feel him rustling beneath you.  

     “You gotta get up baby.” You grunt and cuddle down into him even more, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, “Come on doll. You’ll be late.”  

     He slips out from underneath you, pulling his length from your body, leaving you empty and cold. His heavy footsteps sound through the room but get quieter as he moves deep into the bathroom. You close your eyes again as the water to the shower starts and roll over away from him as his heavy footsteps re-emerge into the bedroom. Within seconds, you’re being pulled across the bed and lifted into his strong grasp. He carries you into the bathroom and sets you on your feet in front of the glass shower, reaching back to the counter to grab a hair tie. He pulls your hair into a messy top bun as you pout, before kissing the tip of your nose and guiding you underneath the hot stream of water.  

     You throw your head back and close your eyes as the stream of water envelopes you into a warm cocoon. Bucky slides in behind you, grabbing your loofah and body wash before starting to lather you up. You let your head roll forward as he sweeps his skillful hands along your back and spine, around your stomach and hips, and then up to your breasts. A smile spreads across your lips as he fondles you in his large hands, pushing your body further underneath the hot water. You press your back into his chest as he leans over your shoulder, pecking at your neck with his lips and teeth, before smiling into the crook of your neck. His tongue snakes out from behind his pretty pink lips to tease your earlobe. The two of you start a soft, slow sway back and forth as you rest your head on his shoulder, the smile on your face growing wider as your hands dig into his wet hair.  

     His fingers massage your flesh with his fingers, grabbing and kneading, digging and flexing his fingers along your body. They skim and skip along your nipples and down to your stomach where he circles your belly button with his index finger. You pull on his hair softly as he nips at your shoulder and neck, those magical fingers dipping from your belly button to your invisible panty line. Your muscles tense with his touch, itching, begging for him to inch lower. You’re on fire again, and only he can put you out. Your legs spread slightly as you grind your plump ass into his hardening dick, his pubic hair prickling your sensitive skin. You let out a moan, tilting your head toward the ceiling as his fingers finally slip in between your folds. Bucky groans into your ear, biting down onto your shoulder as you grind on him again.  

     He rubs his index and middle finger along your clit, applying a steady pressure before slipping those deadly fingers inside of you. You bite your lip as you keep your fingers in his hair and your head on his shoulder, letting him work you over for the third time in as many hours. It doesn’t take long this time. Within minutes of his fingers invading you, you are coming all over them, coating his thick digits with your sweetness. Your chest rises and falls heavily as your voice fills the steamy bathroom, coming down from your orgasm as he continues to pump his fingers within you. Your body spasms, your hips and chest jerking forward involuntarily. You can feel him smiling against your skin.  

     Bucky loves you so much.  

    Your cell vibrates softly against your desk, pulling you out of your daydream once more. You shift, your panties sticking to your crotch as your lust is splashed against the inside of your thighs. You clear your throat and tap the glass face of your sleek iPhone, your face instantly lighting up at the sight of his name.

     You left your lunch babe.  

     I know lol I’ll grab something with V  

     We’re kinda tight right now…  

     I’ll make her pay lol  

    He doesn’t answer. You return to tapping on your keyboard, your eyes shifting between screens for just a few minutes before your mind starts to wander again. Bucky walks with you to work everyday. His slings his arm over your shoulders, his hips bump against yours as you wind through the city. Once you reach your building, he’ll usually just peck you on your lips and give you a light tap on your behind but this morning, he pulled you into him. He cupped your face in his hands, his fingers digging into your hair and kissed the soul right out of your body. You went limp against him as your eyes closed and you moaned into his wet mouth. He pulled away what seemed like minutes later, his eyes dark, his lips curling into a smile as you opened your eyes slowly.

    “Have a good day doll.” He whispered as his hot breath washed along your brown skin.

    You couldn’t even answer him. You just smiled back a stupid smile and nodded quickly before he took off back down the street. Your head has been in the clouds ever since. Another smile spreads across your lips before you bite down on the bottom one, trying to conceal the evidence before Veronica notices once more. You finally manage to get your head on straight for once this morning, finishing up your project and shooting off your presentation to your manager. Your stomach starts to rumble as you close your laptop, “You wanna buy your best buddy some lunch?” You wiggle your eyebrows at Veronica as you throw your small purse over your shoulder.

    She laughs, grabbing her phone, “Well, I certainly can’t let you starve, can I?”

    The two of you head for the glass doors that spills the two of you out into the reception area. You’re laughing at her stupidity, per the usual, when you lock eyes with your favorite distraction. He’s changed into a pair of black jeans and a his favorite leather jacket, despite the warm weather. His hair is freshly washed and air dried as it’s in its natural wavy pattern. His beard is trimmed neatly, and dangling from his metal fingers, is the paper bag he had so lovingly packed for you the night before. That dumb smile returns to your face.

    Veronica rolls her eyes playfully as Bucky moves toward the two of you, tossing him a look as he reaches you, “So, I take it your staying here for lunch?”

    You nod slowly, never taking your eyes off of his, “Yep.”

    “Hi baby.” He says lightly.

    “Hi.” You coo back happily.

    Veronica swats at Bucky’s shoulder, “Nice to see you too, Buck.” She laughs as she moves out into the sunlight.

    You and Bucky decide to head to the park for lunch. You eat slowly as Bucky watches, his eyes grazing over your face and neck and chest and then back up to your eyes. You smirk, tucking some hair behind your ear. It makes you nervous when he stares at you. You’re not sure why, it just does. Bucky on the other hand, likes to make you squirm. He likes it when your internal temperature rises under his intense gaze, how you start to fidget and giggle. It turns him on. He moves his hand to your bare legs, rubbing his fingertips against your exposed skin. You shift out from under his touch as you bite into your sandwich. You shoot your eyes up toward his, sending out a quiet warning.

    He just smirks back at you, returning his fingers to your legs, “Bucky.” You warn.

    “Daesha.”

    You smile widely, glancing around the park as other people lounge around, “Stop.”

    “You shouldn’t have worn this skirt.” He smiles back at you, “You know it’s my favorite.”

    He slips his hand up your thigh quickly, reaching for your panties before you squeal and swat his hand away, “Bucky!” You laugh, “No!”

    He moves closer to you capturing your lips quickly with his as he crosses his arm over your waist, “Come on babe.”

    “Oh my god.” You giggle as he kisses your cheek and down your jaw, “We’ve had sex twice already today.”

    He sucks on your neck, causing you to jump from the sudden warmth of his tongue on you, “You’re so fucking sexy, Dae.”

    His voice is low and light, sending chills right down your spine. He palms your cheek, pulling your body into his as he starts to nibble on your earlobe. You take a deep, shaky breath as you scan the park again, not one person the wiser at you and Bucky’s antics. He pulls you into his lap, his hands skirting up your sides before landing on your thighs. He pushes your skirt up your legs, exposing your damp underwear to him. His eyes shoot up to yours, his mouth slightly open as he smiles, “Looks like you’re ready for me.”

    You slap at his shoulder in embarrassment and glance behind you to see that not a soul pays any attention to you. You rock into his hips a little, feeling his hard on beneath his jeans. He chuckles as you run your fingers through his hair, biting your lip. He fumbles with his zipper, stroking himself once he’s free as his eyes move over the park, “Real slow, doll.”

    You raise up, gripping his shoulders with your fingers as he guides you slowly down onto him. You slide down, your mouth going slack as you ball his jacket up into your fist. Your hips start to move slowly as he wraps an arm around your waist. He bites his bottom lip as he stares up at you, his hips moving with yours as you develop a slow rhythm. He leans back slightly, planting a hand into the grass to steady your bodies as you ride him as subtly as you can. You start to lose yourself, your eyes falling shut, soft moans escaping your mouth as you dig your hips into his. You wiggle down, wanting, needing to feel every inch of his glory.

    You rock into him without much care now as that dull ache starts to spread within the pit of your stomach. Bucky’s eyes dart around the crowded park as your voice starts to carry, “Shhh shh shhhh, doll.”

    He knows it won’t be long now. He tightens his grip around your waist and peeks up at you through his dark eyelashes, “Come on baby,” His voice is low and scratchy, his breath hot against your skin, “Cum for me baby. Please?”

    You roll your head before lowering it to his. Threats of your impending orgasm ricochet through your body as it tenses involuntarily. Your walls close around him, causing Bucky to shudder and groan.      It won’t be long now.     You spread your fingers out on his shoulders and let your eyes close again as he continues to coax your release from you. His voice trickles into your ears, so soft and sweet, adding to the intoxication that fuzzies your mind. The feeling of his metal arm locked around your waist, the friction of your skirt and his jeans rubbing against the bare skin of your legs, the ends of his hair tickling your fingers all becomes too much for you to bare. You throw your arms around his neck, squeezing tightly as your third (or fourth? You’ve lost count) orgasm of the day rips through you.

    Bucky slides a hand up your neck and to your mouth to stifle the grunts and moans that come from you. He lets out a few forced breaths himself as your slick, tight walls begin to milk him. You feel his hot sperm coat your insides as your hips begin to slow. You hum out of content as your head swims and a lazy smile spreads on your lips as you tuck your head into the crook of his neck. Bucky slides his hand up the back of your shirt and begins rubbing slow circles on the small of your back, his other hand caressing your thigh. He plants warm kisses on the side of your face and whispers sweet somethings into your ear. You let out a deep, happy breath and giggle at really nothing in particular. You relish in the sun on you, the grass underneath you, the wind caressing you, but nothing sounds better that curling back up into bed and hiding from the world with your Winter Soldier.

    “Take me home?”

    Bucky leans back, trying to catch a glimpse of your face, but you nuzzle deeper into his neck and hair, “What about work?”

    “Fuck work.”

    He chuckles, lifting you effortlessly with him as he stands, “Alright then, doll.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #the winter soldier #winter solider fanfiction #winter soldier fanfic #bucky barnes x original female character #Bucky Barnes x woc!reader #bucky barnes x poc #marvel #mcu #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #avengers #avintagekiss24 #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x black reader

[ashandpomegranates]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Female Character(s), James Bucky Barnes/OC, Sam Wilson/OC, Thor/OC, Wanda/OC Characters: Steve Rogers, Stephen Strange, Thor (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, James "Bucky" Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Original Female Character(s) of Color, Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Adventure, Drama, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Cooking, Food, Magic, Getting to Know Each Other, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Allie’s always been under the protection of her oppressive and overbearing uncle, often moving from place to place with him “for her own protection”. The reason? Allie has the ability to infuse magic into food, with wonderful ( or disastrous) results. After an explosive night, however, she finds herself dialing the number of one of her late brother’s old military friends, and being brought into the lifestyle of superheroes and magic men. Can she learn more about herself before the ones who killed her uncle return for her, or will fear and lack of confidence be her downfall? And what good could come from being distracted by the promise of a love that's sweeter than she’s ever tasted?

#marvelfanfic #marvelfanfiction #bucky fic #bucky x oc #bucky x woc reader #bucky x original female character #thorxoc #samxoc #wandaxoc #avengers fanfiction #avengersfanfic #cookingfanfic #fluff and romance #fluff and feels #fluff and smut #fluff and angst

[onsunnyside]

❝ 𝑊𝑂𝐶!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟/𝑃𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑖𝑧𝑒!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑒𝑐 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡❞

☀︎︎ 𝐒𝐎𝐋 - ◉ 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍

Honourable author mentions below! *New fics added! - #Galore Update*

Organized by person/character.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Chris Evans:

@afriendlyblackhottie - [masterlist] - black!reader fics

@crackheadgeminibby - mother’s day - black!reader

@fineanddandy - Can I Come Over? - black!reader, secret relationship

@geniedetails — The Way He Sees You - black woman!actress!reader x dark!chris evans

@pastelastronomy24 - Noted - college!chris evans x POC! plus size!reader

@punani - the fluffer (masterlist) - 70′s pornstar!chris evans x black!reader

@xxindiglow - Superstar - plus size!black reader

Steve Rogers:

@buckysbruni - dreams, piercings & other pleasures - special agent!steve rogers x black!reader

@donutloverxo - Corrupting a good boy - steve rogers x desi!reader

@fineanddandy -

Sore Loser - nomad!steve x black!superhero!reader

Waves Series - neighbours, nomad!steve x black!reader x thor

@honeydulcewrites - Guys My Age - landscaper!steve, steve rogers x black!reader

@ilovefandoms102 - Going to Bed - nomad!steve x plus size!reader

@jamalflanagan - Cap vs the Grey Sweats

@jimblejamblewriting - Falling For The Captain - black/woc!reader, alternative universe!reader, avenger!reader

Ransom Drysdale:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Powerpuff - plus size!reader

@astrohnova - Are you filming this? - latina!camgirl!reader

@strawbeariefaerie - strawberry shortcake - model!ransom drysdale × black/woc! actress!reader

Ari Levinson:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Fallen - black!reader

@fineanddandy -

[Let’s Be Roomies] [Baby Girl…] - black!reader, roommates

Pesky Neighbor - rocker!ari

@avintagekiss24 - polar - black!reader

Frank Adler:

@afriendlyblackhottie -

Crush

In Like

Tease - Car Mechanic!Frank

@avintagekiss24 - Appearances

Curtis Everett:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Safe and Sound - black!reader

Johnny Storm:

@blackmissfrizzle - Lovers and Friends - friends to lovers

"Me":

@fineanddandy - [Back Rooms] [Fifteen Minutes] - punk!Me x black!reader

Jake Wyler:

@strawbeariefaerie - button eyed. - other!jake wyler x black//woc reader, caroline crossover

Harvard Hottie (Hayden):

@evansweaters - bookends. - black!reader, college au, fluff

@strawbeariefaerie - museum melodrama - black//woc fem!reader, fluff

Bucky Barnes:

@avintagekiss24 - belated - mob au, black!reader

@wkemeup - The Bad Days - plus size!reader

Crossovers:

@avintagekiss24 -

[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals, steve rogers x black!reader ; minor pairings: andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader

@saint-bvcky - to have & to hold - andy barber x bi!woc!reader, ransom x bi!woc!reader

@strawbeariefaerie - As if! - dad's best friend!ari levinson x reader, ft. boyfriend!jake wyler × [black//woc]fem!reader

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

ও Honourable Author Mentions:

For WOC!Reader and plus size!reader fics — I recommend checking out these authors:

@afriendlyblackhottie - masterlist

@avintagekiss24 - masterlist

@strawbeariefaerie - masterlist

@honeydulcewrites - masterlist

@jimblejamblewriting - masterlist

@punani - masterlist

#woc!reader #plus size!reader #woc!reader fic rec #plus size!reader fic rec #fic rec #fic reccomendations #fic recs #author rec #poc!reader #poc!reader fic rec #fic recommendations #poc!reader masterpost #poc!reader masterlist #woc!reader masterlist #woc!reader masterpost

[moontours]

FUCKING LOGAN male characters (+a few favoured white female characters): favoured guest stars. allowed to show up in many comic books and are everywhere. can use steve rogers, thor and wolverine despite them dying in uncsnny avengers.

scarlet witch: can't use her. she died in uncanny avengers. can't use her. she's busy with trial of magneto. can't use her. she was fridged for half a decade by a deluded writer. oh! you want a solo? perhaps a supernatural team book, titled something like, like, like "dark avengers". a all-magical-girls book, perhaps another "witches" volume? nah. it just doesn't make sense to us if she were everywhere. she's a busy woman you know?

rogue: can't use her. she died in uncanny avengers. can't use her. she's on another book or something. wanted her on inferno? no can do. she's also a busy woman.

storm: oh! you want a storm solo for this era? perhaps one where we explore her roots, her family (both in harlem and in her village on kenya, you know, the one she's a princess to?), the magical aspect of her powers and giving her the same treatment that was awarded to carol and jane? you want ororo to occupy the role of marvel's most prominent female character as she have done for years and years before the comics started to fail her, constantly? you want storm to not be mischaracterized as someone who would allow herself to be turned into a corrupt cult nation's puppet? we can't do that. but stay tuned!! this year will be HUGE for storm! she's going to continue her supporting of her mutant brothers and sisters and serving her nation. she'll be on marauders as a glorified babysitter and will use her powers and give many MANY demonstrations of her GURLL power/badassary. and she'll have a boring storyline where she go all bad bitch and becomes the queen of mars and regent of sol, she will be acting all mean and bad, and will get to interact with a bunch of arakki mutants no one cares about. like i said, a BIG year for storm. but always hope for more!

[muffled screaming]

no marvel is literally sick they hate their women so much esp their woc 😭😭 n like. i think w ororo esp like x writers will use her to be like wow look at ororo shes so strong n powerful and we celebrate women of colour here except we're not gonna actually use her for anything for like 2 years n then we're gonna make the queen of mars for no reason instead of exploring literally anything else w her N ITS SO ? like they want to show her off without actually. doing anything w her

#the way she was completely wasted in marauders n this x era #its so . sad #anon #m.inbox

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

look what you did

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3b6Ufvm

by jamalflanagan

Steve’s choices have consequences that he’s too late to realize.

Words: 3226, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Loki (Marvel)

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader (Past), Loki/Reader, ex!Steve Rogers x woc!reader, sugar daddy!Loki x woc!reader

Additional Tags: Angst with a satisfying ending, mentions of Steve x Peggy, General language warning, non detailed smut, Name Calling, mild violence, calling Peggy out for her faults, calling Steve out for being an idiot, Steve is selfish and kinda a jerk in this, me ignoring canon because I can, I think that’s it

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3b6Ufvm

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

[doctorofmagic]

Hi! Your blog is super cool and I wanted to ask: you have a lovely guide for people to read Stephen's comics, and you've also told us your favourite Wong or Clea or other stories. But, I also see like all of us there were stories you disliked or thought was badly written: will you ever consider making a list of comics to avoid if someone loves Stephen, or maybe just list some stuff you hated off the top of your head if that's too much work?

Hello!! Thank you so much for your kind words!

Oh my Vshanti, that's actually an excellent idea! I do have tons of stories I do not like and, while this is obviously my perspective and opinions, people can always feel free to read them or not.

Stephen has a relative consistency but sometimes, just sometimes, the stories are really really really bad. I'll make a list stating the reasons for sure!

1 - Doctor Strange v2 - Master of the Mystic Arts #50-53

Although I'm always eager to read stories in which Nightmare looks for Stephen's help, this one here is... not good enough. First, because of Morgana Blessing. I've made some posts on her and why I have many reasons to dislike her, but in here, it gets to the point of past lives and I dunno, it feels problematic to say the least... Also this is the reason why Clea left (and v2 overall is basically Clea feeling insecure about her powers and her relationship with Stephen, which is boring and uninteresting). The next issue (#54) will show how Stephen is dependent on Clea, and it's a good chapter, but I'd skip the ones with Morgana.

2 - Strange Tales v2

Yes. The whole run. The last issues of Doctor Strange v2 are bad enough due to the way Stephen's downfall towards dark magic is portrayed, but Strange Tales v2 takes the cake. He "kills" a man, he lies to Victoria and steals her powers, he becomes Kaluu's apprentice, he loses an eye (?) and becomes a diva (?) god, then he dies and is resurrected. I don't mind Stephen falling into a darker path, but only when it's well-written (as in, Hickman's New Avengers). This is not it.

3 - Doctor Strange - Sorcerer Supreme #60-90

It's the 90's. But I have far more reasons to dislike these stories. The moment Salomé strikes is the moment everything good about the lore so far goes down like a lead balloon. Imei is killed off (and later used as a tool to put Wong against Stephen), Clea leaves to lead the rebellion, Stephen’s self is split into three and lastly, the story I hate the most, Mordo gaslighting Stephen since he was just a kid, which leads him to consume alcohol (something that I’ll gladly ignore, especially in current runs).

4 - Uncanny Origins #12

This is the only, and I repeat, ONLY story in Stephen’s entire chronology in which Eugene is portrayed as an abusive father. And I don’t agree with that because what leads Stephen to become a cold man is Donna’s death. Eugene hardly appears in stories so it’s kinda odd to read that he was a terrible father, especially when Stephen talks to his family’s "ghosts” about how much he misses them and Eugene is there as well.

5 - Witches #1-4

I just dislike Stephen’s patronizing and arrogant portrayal in this, especially towards Topaz and Jennifer. It feels almost as if he was sexist.

6 - Avengers v1 #502-503; House of M #1-8

We can just all agree that HoM is a bad portrayal for 1) women; 2) WOC and 3) women struggling with mental health. I’ve talked about this before so I’m just summing it all up. Besides, Stephens lack of empathy while a doctor is just... yikes.

7 - X-Statix Presents - Deadgirl #1-5

This book isn’t bad for Stephen but it is really problematic in some senses (as in, a sexist black man falling in love with a racist white woman :S), not to mention TAO being used as a villain here. It’s not entirely canon (but it also it is because Deadgirl is working at Strange Academy so Idk). Anyways, pass.

8 - Fearless Defenders #9

You’d just know I’d add this story. It’s just bad and it pretty much ruins Stephen’s character by portraying him as a cheater and generally a sexist piece of garbage. It’s not only Stephen, tho. Cullen Bunn did that to all men involved with the female protagonists ew.

9 - Doctor Strange v5 #1-20

The reasons are all listed on my pinned post.

10 - Empyre - X-Men #1; #4

I really hate how Stephen was portrayed here, especially when it comes to his relationship with Wanda.

11 - Strange Academy

I’m just so done with this book. I don’t even have the strength anymore to explain why it’s so bad. I’m tired.

12 - Captain Marvel v10 #27-30

I really like Stranvers but the way Stephen was used as a fling only for Carol to rekindle her relationship with Rhodes was disgusting, not to mention how they ended up in bad terms. BIG YIKES. Plus the blatant BAIT on the covers.

EDIT

I forgot Defenders v4 as a whole, so you see how much I appreciate it *sarcasm*

13 - Defenders v4

Everything but the art sucks in this book, from Stephen’s portrayal to the story itself. Don’t waste your time (and that comes from someone who loves Norrin and Stephen interacting!!)

(dis)honorable mention: Death of Doctor Strange - Bloodstone. Stephen doesn’t appear but it’s just bad for him. Really bad.

Aaaaand this is basically the stories I dislike the most. I’ll certainly add more in the future, but let’s hope it’s not a habit /rip

#how can the sorcerer supreme be of assistance? #ask #doctor strange #stephen strange #do not read list #marvel comics

[rebelcap]

No, no, no, yes.

Bucky x oc. (Luna Vega, woc, slightly enhanced)

Sweetheart, I’ve been checking on you since 2014.

Luna does and Bucky knows, she’s been there since the beginning. When the winter solider becomes Bucky again. Even before Steve and certainly after Steve.

They start to wonder if…

PART 2

One.

The TV was silent, illuminating the little living space that goes up to the little kitchen, the light of the door was on. Bucky was lying on the floor, absently watching the TV, the news, and all going to shit since everyone came back—and some left.

His eyes perk up to the door when he hears the elevator door opening up and steps walking towards his apartment. Bucky stood up and heard a voice speaking from outside.

“It’s me, open up.” Luna talked from the back half of the hallway, knowing that he had already heard her coming. He groaned, annoyed as he looked around from some of his clothes. “Bucky,” she spoke again as she reached the door.

“One second!” He shouted and grabbed a shirt and some sweatpants from the one-seat couch beside his bed.

“Are you with someone?” She asked and Bucky opened the door and found her staring with a shit-eating grin. “Are you flipping your wig with some broad?” Luna wiggled her eyebrows at him, hitting him with the forties slang.

Bucky took a deep breath and stared at her face for a moment and declared. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t. You need to get laid,” She exclaimed as Bucky moved to the side to let her in, he went back to the floor as she sat down on the couch.

“I tried, online dating is… overwhelming and weird.” He mumbled, looking at the muted television.

“Like Tinder?,” She asked, looking around for the remote, Bucky hummed. “You’re too old school for that.”

Bucky rubbed his face and observed the woman sitting on his couch, slouched and absently changing channels. “How did it go?” He asked referring to her latest mission.

“Could be better,” She said and Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Explain.”

“Intel was shit, my package got shot—he’s fine though.” She said without taking the eyes from the TV. “I tried to link up with the other guys,” Luna said looking at Bucky, talking about the rest of the Avengers.

“Had any luck?"

"Well, the kid, hulk and Clint, and the ant dude are doing okay and I don’t know about the ones in space because SWORD revoked my level 9 privileges that I had on SHIELD. And Wakanda is all good.” She made a face of disgust. “I can’t find Wanda or Strange. Probably doing weird shit around, whatever.”

“Now you’re checking on me?"

"Sweetheart, I’ve been checking on you since 2014.” She joked but they knew that it was real. They have history, the first time they met was obviously when Bucky was the winter soldier. She was a black ops operative on SHIELD, worked along with Steve, Natasha, and the STRIKE team. On her last mission, she started suspecting SHIELD was compromised by Hydra because her target had expressed it.

“You’re another HYDRA puppet, thinking you’re doing the right thing. SHIELD is not more.”

Before she could even press the issue and ask questions, her orders came through. No prisoners and was forced to terminate him. They sent her home on obligatory leave because she had sustained severe injuries in that mission. After Nick Fury was shoot, they brought her back, Secretary Pierce gave the order to put her on a wash down super-soldier serum to heal her injuries, something that she had no idea and they did that without her consent… but it worked perfectly and increased about a 25% her strength, stamina, and abilities —a little above average than the regular men.

All the pieces fell into place as soon they gave her orders to capture Steve, Natasha, and Sam. That’s when she knew that HYDRA had infiltrated SHIELD, at first she was only going to play along with them to gather intel that she planned to feed to Steve to bring them down. But it all cemented it together when she met The Winter Soldier, realizing that it was Bucky.

So she stayed for Steve.

But when Bucky pulled her out of the Potomac, injured and lost, feeling that he could only trust her—she helped him to get back on his feet and leave the country with a promise to not tell Steve that she knew about him.

“I won’t tell anything but keep in touch, Bucky.” She told him. They were in her car after she arranged a safe passage on a fishing boat to Europe.

“I will, Luna, I will.” He promise.

And he didn’t break that promise, even though she knew that Steve would never forgive her about it, not until after the shit that went down with the accords.

“I miss him,” She said almost in a whisper. They never talked about Steve, it’s been six months since he chose to leave their asses. “I still can’t believe he left us stranded here.”

“You still mad at him?,” Bucky asked.

“Yes, he just… left, no goodbyes, no explanation. Just…” She shrugged. “I know he loved her, I know. But we went through so much—” Luna cut herself off. “And then leave me with your traumatized ass.” She joked, Bucky laughed.

“Ah screw you, I’m doing therapy. Mandatory but still,” He rolled his eyes and turned around to look at the TV again.

“And how is that going?"

"It’s going. I…” He took a pause. “I’m making amends."

"That’s good,” Luna said and noted the expression on his face and knew what he meant with amends. “Who you killed?” she deadpanned.

“I can’t do anything illegal, I can’t hurt anyone—But I’m taking back the power I gave them, maybe bruising them a bit.”

“Hell yeah, do you boo. Hunt those sons of bitches,” Camila Smile, hyping him up. Bucky actually smiles as they high-five each other. “I’m on your make amends list?"

"I don’t have amends to do with you.” He frowned.

“You pushed me off the helicarrier.” Camila pointed out, which was true.

“You were annoying me,” Bucky said, which was also true.

“You almost killed me.” She made a solid point and Bucky shrugged it off.

“Sam grabbed you mid-air.”

“Yeah, then he dropped my ass too,” Camila explained and pointed out. “Because someone plucked the wing off his suit.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at her, again. Shaking his head and Camila smile.

“I ain’t telling you sorry.” Bucky smiled, playing along.

“I’m talking with your therapist.”

“She’ll put you on therapy.” Bucky looked at her, smiling. “You’re fucking crazy, you know that.”

“It’s a character trait, Bucky.” She laughed. “Besides, you like me a little crazy.” Camila teased a little.

“You know I do.” He agreed, looking at her with a smile on his lips. They both fell into a comfortable silence until Bucky blurted, without even thinking of the ramifications of saying something like this to her.

“I have a date tomorrow, at ten."

"What did you say?” Camila explained, turning her body to Bucky to hear him more correctly. “Did you say date?” Her short Bob fell exactly to her shoulder and bounced around as she hopped on the couch, kinda excited—acting like a freaking chihuahua.

“Yeah, I’m already regretting telling you. You’re gonna jinx it—

"What?,” She shouted, interrupting. “Aren’t I the one who’s been trying to get you laid all this fucking time?"

Bucky rolled his eyes once again, acting like a grumpy old man—well he technically was and said nothing. That was okay because Camila was going to answer it herself.

"Me!, so no… I’m not gonna jinx it,” She threw the remote at his chest and Bucky glared at her.

“That fucking hurt.”

“Don’t be a pussy. Who is she?, I know her? Is she cute?"

"It’s the girl from Izzy,"

"You asked her out?” Bucky looked at her and made a face and proceeded to tell her how Yuri set him up. Camila made a face and then laughed. “Look at you, finally you’re out of your millennial old dry spell.

” It’s just a date.“ He quickly interrupted her.” I haven’t had one since 1943.“ Bucky panicked a little, shuffling on the floor.

"Nah,” She hummed and shook her head, quickly getting up from the seat. “Come on,” Camila said waving his hand in front of him. Bucky frowned as he looked at her, confused.

“What?"

"You’re taking me on a date, I won’t let you go unprepared. You’re my friend I won’t let you fail.” She extended her hand at him and Bucky didn’t bulge. “Buck, come on” Camila pouted a little bit, giving him a little flirt and Bucky’s face got red. “Please?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

#bucky barnes x poc!reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic #Bucky Barnes #Sebastian Stan #the falcon and the winter solider #The falcon and the winter solider fanfic #anthony mackie #The falcon #sam wilson #Bucky Barnes x OFC

[stachmousworld]

Avenge me tomorrow

Pairing: Polyavengers x black!reader

Smut from left to right. It’s filthy. Really filthy. Everyone is fucking everyone and the MC is getting it until she faints.

I’m seriously ashamed of myself. I’ll need to go the church and take a shower. It was supposed to be a pwp, and I almost succeeded. But yeah, feelings got in. 

And EVERYTHING is consensual.

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12

Bucky was trying to concentrate on the movie they all (Tony, Steve and Bucky) were watching but found it difficult. Thea had laid her head on his lap and he was slowly but surely on his way to become too aroused to care about the stupid love story between the main protagonists. All he cared for was her head on his lap.

"Buck, is everything ok?" Steve asked worried.

He answered nonverbally. He wasn’t sure to be able to talk, right now. But Steve didn’t take the hint.

"Is everything ok with Thea? If she is too heavy, we can move her", he offered.

Bucky almost growled. Steve finally backed off and leaned toward Tony who looked at them weirdly. Tony shook his head at their antics and went back to the movie. Bucky relaxed on the couch and caressed Thea’s head. She nuzzled her nose on his groin and he almost bucked. God…he wasn’t trying to do that. He stopped touching her hair thinking she’d go back to her initial place, but she didn’t. She whined and kept on pressing her head on his lap. Bucky’s eye went almost too wide for his own concern. He felt on fire. His penis was already half-hard from the ministration. He had to force himself to stop from grinding his own hips onto her face. Images of her sucking his dick off and riding him, in front of the others almost made him cum. God, that was too bad.

He leaned onward and pushed his hips further in the couch. She groaned and tried to get closer.

"Is everything ok?" Tony asked, this time.

"Yeah. I was too hot"

"Hot?" Steve asked already frowning.

"Yes, punk. She is as hot as a furnace and I was afraid she couldn’t breathe underneath the plaid."

Tony was staring at him dead in the eyes. Bucky knew he couldn’t have known but still, it made him twitch. Steve was looking at Thea and caressing her hair. She mewled, in response, and got closer to Bucky, who groaned.

Both men smiled mockingly.

Bucky flipped them off and grabbed quickly the plaid to cover her head. He also threw one hell of a glare which didn’t seem to affect either and focused on the movie. Or so he pretended. He felt her slowly mouthing his shorts. Bucky gasped softly and blinked his eyes unsure of what to do and shocked. He didn’t dare look under the plaid and not even one inch of his body moved.

He felt his short being tugged and his hard penis sprung free. He hissed at the sudden pleasure and closed his eyes. He should push her away, push her away… He moaned as she closed her mouth on the tip of his dick, gently caressing the slit with her tongue. His resolution melt like a popsicle under the sun.

He didn’t care anymore if Tony and Steve found out. She was too good.

"Buck?"

"Fuck," he moaned, as he grinded slowly into her willing mouth.

Bucky blinked his eyes open and saw shock and disbelief in Tony and Steve’s eyes. He didn’t have enough in him to care. The tip of his dick hit the back of her throat making his toes clenched.

God, Bucky laid back, enjoying her nice wet mouth.

Steve didn’t receive the memo. He took off the plaid and froze.

"What is…"

Tony had his mouth open. For the first time, he didn’t have a perfect reply. Thea still eyes closed was bobbing his erection like a lollipop. She went on all four, ass toward the two other men.

"God," whispered Steve with reverence. Tony wasn’t far behind.

"She is so wet already," he whispered.

Bucky groaned as her took one of his balls in his mouth. He gripped her hair and slapped her face with his dick. She looked absolutely debauched, eyes half closed, drool all over her face and precum on her eyelashes. Bucky changed position. He stood up and forced her to change direction, so her pussy was facing him.

He threw one look at Steve and Tony and saw the latter unzipping Steve’s pants and pulling his dick out. Steve was pretty much out of it, staring dazingly at her face. Bucky forced himself to concentrate on the dripping vulva. He took a first lick and tasted it on his tongue. Good lord…his dick was throbbing. He didn’t waste time and pushed his face onto her vulva. Licking her clit like a lollipop.

If only she had sat on his face, he whined. That’ll be for a next time.

Once he felt she was adequately wet, he backed away and kneeled behind. He played a few times with his penis before caressing her vulva with it, until he was nicely wet. He bit his tongue when the tip got caught at her entrance. Jesus. He only had time to see Thea taking for the first time Steve in her mouth that he pushed slowly forward. His eyes fluttered without his permission the more he felt her hot, wet grip…God…he felt himself giggle at the amazing feeling. He self-control didn’t last long. His dick needed some friction and his heavy balls release.

He slammed into her, pushing her forward. Steve gurgled something and his moaned was music to him. Bucky. Couldn’t. Stop. Moving. His eyes, when open, didn’t stray away from the heavenly view of Thea’s pussy stretched around him. He thrusted again and again amazed by her.

Rapidly, he felt his balls growing tighter and only one thing tipped him over: Bucky cumming inside of her greedy pussy. Without condom. Breeding the hell out of her. His thrusts grew frantic, and after one particular deep one, she came. Her walls massaged thoroughly his dick, triggering his own climax. Her inside milked him to the bone. He was sure his soul was leaving his body.

Bucky heaved and leaned forward for a second, a minute or hour. He had lost all conception of the time and was drained physically and mentally. He took multiple shuddery breaths.

"Stop," he ordered in a raspy voice.

Thea didn’t listen and continued moving against him. Bucky slapped her ass with his metal hand making her scream and recoil.

"What the hell? Could you warn a guy before doing that Buck! She had my dick in her mouth," Steve yelped, shocked and somewhat aroused.

Bucky gave his best smile. An exhausted one.

"What did you want anyway?" Tony asked, suspiciously. He hadn’t stop jerking off since they all started.

"I had this position in my mind. It will be beneficial for both of you," Bucky explained simply.

Tony had now a mischievous and send a look to Steve.

"Ok, Buck, we trust you."

Bucky helped Thea getting on her knees and explained his plan.

"Since what happened with Thor, I’m sure she can take more than one dick."

"You are sure?"

"Yes. Didn’t you watch her getting dicked down by Thor? I had never seen that in my life…"

"True," Tony admitted with hunger in his voice.

Steve didn’t reply but his pupils were blown. They could have never forgotten how Thor had treated her and came in her like she was his to use. The mindblowing sex Tony and Steve had afterward was proof enough. Steve had kept fucking Tony until he passed out and when he woke up, Steve dick was already in him. Stretching him to the max. He hadn’t been able to walk for a few days and was incapacitated for at least one day. Steve had only taken care of him after getting fully satiated. Exactly what Tony had needed, for someone to take the reign and use him.

Bucky put Thea on Steve’s lap, facing him. Steve didn’t waste any time and tear her top off. He nuzzled his face between her breasts and pinched her nipples. She gurgled and writhed under his ministration. God…Bucky felt his dick twitched and he frowned at it. Not now.

Tony placed himself behind her and grabbed her butt cheeks prying them open.

"God Bucky, she is still dripping from your cum.” Thea moaned as Tony pressed a finger inside her. “Are you sure she can take it? From where I am, she is still tight."

Bucky stroke his erection. He had long stopped hoping it would go away.

"Yep. Thor told me that the potion he gave her, made her body ready to accommodate. I didn’t have time to verify that. But if you want, I could fist her with my left arm."

Thea turned around quickly, eyed his arm and tears came down her cheeks. She was vibrating with lust. Steve grumbled at the loss of nipples in his mouth and attacked her neck instead.

"Bucky…"she moaned wantonly; eyes now focused on his dick.

"My eyes are up there, doll," he joked, his left hand stroking his aching erection.

Thea groaned when Tony pressed two fingers into her.

"I’m ready, please…please…so empty…" she cried.

Steve nodded and kissed her softly. She mewled and went lax on his chest. As she relaxed, and with Tony’s fingers still in her, Steve penetrated her swiftly. She choked on his tongue and her moan was swallowed by Steve. By the time, he let her breath, she was bouncing on his dick.

"Oh, so good! So full…Steve…God…"

"No just a kid from Brooklyn," he answered slightly out of breath.

Since the video Steve had dreamt doing her. And maybe his fantasies had been a little vanilla because this, right now, destroyed anything he had imagined.

Bucky chuckled and went behind Tony.

"How is it going, genius?" he asked in his ear.

Tony shivered and bucked.

"G…good, but I’m not so…"

Bucky kissed him to erase his doubts. He pushed him to kneel, and, still kissing him, he reached for his dick and pressed it against Thea’s entrance. Steve stopped thrusting and kissing her.

"Wai…wait. JARVIS can you record everything and send it to the team, no matter where they are, please."

"Yes, sir."

Bucky and Tony eyed Steve in surprise. Where was there vanilla boy? He didn’t even look embarrassed.

"What?” Steve shrugged. “She is ours. And the others would die from jealousy seeing her like that."

"Only you, Steve, only you," Bucky laughed.

"Fuck?" Thea said sadly in a little voice as she reached for Tony’s dick, trying to get in it.

"Oh sweetheart, don’t worry, we’re going to take care of you," Tony reassured her. He grabbed her hands and placed them back on Steve’s shoulders.

Tony watched Bucky hold his dick and slap it against Steve’s one. His toes curled. Tony had doubt that he could fit in, let even enter. Steve was snuggled inside her and even as a genius he couldn’t find a way in.

Bucky didn’t have this problem. He pressed two long metallic fingers inside her and scissored her gently. Some cum and slick came out of her dripping onto the metallic arm. Bucky grumbled and spitted on the now open entry. Thea hissed and tried to press on his fingers, but Steve didn’t relax his grip on her hips. Tony was experimenting all that with a passivity he didn’t even know he had, until he felt the tip of his dick being place next to the fingers of Bucky.

"Slowly, Tones, slowly," Bucky whispered eyes trained on the point of their connection. He pushed Tony’s body into Thea. His eyes rolled in their orbit without his consent. He felt himself laughing hysterically. It was so good. Too good. Already his balls grew tight. It was too much and not enough. Her wet walls trapped his dick good and pressed him against Steve’s own erection.

Tony moaned at that thought. Steve was so hard against him.

"God, I’m not going to last long."

"It…it’s…” Steve took a sharp breath “…me too for what is worth."

"Come on, you can move Tony."

Tony forced himself to open his eyes and the sight in front of him almost made him come. Steve’s dick was sliding next to his in this tight body. Thea’s walls were pressing them together trying to make them fusion and…he shuddered as he was balls deep. He couldn’t be more pressed against Steve, even if he wanted to.

"Now let’s the show begin," Bucky said as he laid back legs open.

It took a second for them to work it out but at the end they were moving like one body. Moving like a unit. In and out together. The first time they had gone out totally, Steve had taken both of their dick thrusted back carefully into her. Thea had bucked and cried out their names. But they didn’t stop.

They couldn’t.

They knew she wasn’t hurt otherwise they’d had stopped but hearing her voice, raspy, break as they fucked her into oblivion was a treat. Tony thrusted deeply and felt it. His orgasm. One look toward Steve’s blown eyes and they accelerated. Thea was sobbing. Her body was firmly trapped between them and she couldn’t move if she wanted to. After all, she was theirs to use.

Steve wasn’t faring well. After all these years with the serum, he had never truly been out of breath and that hot. He felt drugged on adrenaline. He pressed Thea against him more firmly and kissed Tony. It was so good. Thea was biting the tendon of his neck and without the serum, she would have pierced the skin. The pain from the bite, the sloppy kisses and his dick pressed upon Tony made him come.

His body arched, breaking their kiss. He kept thrusting, thanks the serum, and pushed Tony to come. The sensation of his and Tony come around him was the final reward. Thea’s walls around them spammed and pressed them painfully together. Steve’s toes were totally curled. That. That was fantastic.

Tony fell down on them. Their balls emptying themselves in Thea. Steve closed his eyes and let himself fly.

Bucky was gobsmacked. Literally. He couldn’t…think straight…that is… Whoah. He already came and was hard in a few seconds. He didn’t know what was happening to him but he wanted to experiment that also. All of it. Lost in his thoughts he didn’t noticed the electricity in the air.

"Truly a beautiful, scene," Thor commented next to Bucky who jumped in the air.

"Thor? What are you doing…here?"

"Our fellow friend Jarvis sent me the video. I had to come directly here to chase my relief."

Bucky frowned. Wasn’t he back with Jane?

"And what about Jane?"

Thor smirked.

"Jane is nothing but a friend."

"Really? But…we thought you were back together."

Thor took off his clothes and set Mjöllnir on the table. His more than humanly average dick was at the same level as Bucky’s face. He licked his lips and averted his eyes to look straight into the blue eyes of Thor who was smirking.

"After what happened with Miss Thea, I’m afraid Jane couldn’t compete."

"Compete?"

"I had sexual intercourse with Miss Jane, but she was not the same. I had to hide who I truly was with her because of her rather bland views on sexual intercourse. Plus, I had more in common with young Thea than Jane. Our late conversations are something that I treasure deeply."

As Thor was talking, he dissembled Tony and laid him gently on the couch. Then, he lifted Thea from Steve. A leak of cum erupted from the moment Steve was out. She whimpered but Thor cradled her and pressed her against Bucky’s chest like he did with Steve. The whimpers stop when she was pushed down on Bucky dick. Eyes bulged and slightly dazed, Bucky look over her shoulder. Thor laid himself on her completely, knocking the air out of his breath, but who cared. He caressed Thea’s hair pressed a kissed on her head. Bucky felt a pang of sadness. He knew Thor only swung that way, but he wished he could be also kissed.

As if he had read his thought, Thor placed his hands next to his head and lowered himself. As he did, Bucky closed his eyes. Thor’s lips felt like rain and thunder. Electricity shot into his body, burning each of his nerves. He felt as if he was coming again and again…His tongue played with Bucky’s and as the kiss went wilder. Thor pressed himself in.

Thea tensed in pain. Bucky for a split second tried to focus on what was important. She was not liking it at all.

"Thor, she is crying…"

Thor eyes shone brightly. He stopped moving and whispered to her ears.

"You know that I’m going to fuck you hard whether you relax or not, Thea. (Bucky eyes widened in arousal and fear) My threat from last time hold. You are here for our pleasure and we grant you the right to come. We are far more generous than what you deserve. You’re ours. No one else will touch you like that and if they dare, we’ll kill them. You’ll be our Wife and Mother of our children, each of us, he punctuated with small thrusts that got him deeper."

Weirdly enough, he little talk helped her relax a bit and Bucky wondered, what they did to the universe to deserve her. Truly, there was something they may have did to have been granted her lover as pliant and devious as them. When Thor talked about siring children, Bucky’s had seen himself fucking her while she was heavily pregnant and writhing, totally covered in cum from the others.

Jesus…they were in too deep.

Thor kneeled and gripped her hips. Bucky knew by the look he made they were at a crossroad. Before he could warn Thor and stop him, Thea kneeled also almost sitting on Thor’s lap. She put her hand on his forced them to move to her breast then her throat. Bucky slapped her butt and her eyes rolled. Thor tightened his grip on her throat.

"Lord has some mercy," he murmured with wonder.

"I told you she was perfect for us, Bucky," Thor growled, eyes on Bucky, "And next, I’ll fuck you into the couch and leave you aching for my cock, so you’ll know how it is to be touched by a God."

Bucky bucked and his skin prickled from the praises. Jesus. Thor had no right looking at him that way and saying those worse. To make the matter worse, Thea decided to act like the good girl she was and forced her body on Thor.

The God screamed loudly, thunder cracking in the room. Each breath he was taking was a rumble of thunder. Bucky was laying passively, spectator of all this. Thor shone with power, Thea’s mahogany’s skin looked like molten bronze and Bucky’s breath was taken away. He was dead and came back. That was the only solution. Thor was still not moving but his surprised face turned into a possessive one. Thea, she, was wilding on their dicks. She pushed further and further, not slowing down for a second.

"Thor, please…I want to come," he begged Thor to move.

"Yes, my love," Thor answered softly, stopping Thea in her track. She rested upward. Her skin was wet, her breath erratic and her eyes shone some sadness and hurt that quickly disappeared. Bucky tried to talk and ask her what was happening when Thor started moving.

Slowly first.

The drag on his dick made him forget everything he wanted to ask Thea. Everything disappeared but their bodies intertwined. It didn’t take long before Bucky climaxed. It took him by surprise. His body had been on edge for the past couple of minutes or seconds and he was sur he could have come right after Thor entered. Thea face was hidden in the crook of his neck. He couldn’t focus on everything else. He felt so big in his skin, the tingling sensation of Thor’s electricity…

A loud thunder cracked in the room and just like that, Thor came. Cum kept on splashing and surrounding his dick. He came again from the pressure again. His stomach was lurching from all that climaxed. Thor laid on them, like Tony had done with Steve. But this time, all of them are awake…at least Thor and Bucky. Thea’s head didn’t move from its place and he concluded she may have passed out like the others. Thor pressed his head on Bucky’s.

"My Love, how do you feel?"

Bucky blushed. He had…no one had ever called him that with such a fond tone.

"Good. But shouldn’t you ask that to Thea? She is the one who’s practically out."

Thor huffed dismissively. Bucky shook his head amused.

"You are my fellow, Bucky."

"And she is our “Wife”, you said, Thor."

Thor rolled his electrical blue eyes.

"In Asgard, fellowship is more important than common marriage. I’d lay my life for you…"

Bucky gasped softly and let the words washed away his uncertainty. He nuzzled his head in Thea coily hair and inhale.

"And I for you…"

"And us for you, two, Tony said half awake."

Bucky turned his head and saw Steve smiling at him softly. He wanted to cry and hide and run a marathon and sleep for a few days. He felt so giggly… Thea moved and whimpered. Thor moved out of her, cradled her and laid her down on the sofa near the window. He grabbed some cushions and a plaid and cover her gently. She turned her back on them and curled.

There was something so heartbreaking in her demeanor. He couldn’t tell what. Thor came back on the couch and kissed forehead.

"What is going on in your head, my Love?"

"I don’t remember, but did she climax, too?"

"Is it really a pressing matter, right now?"

Bucky opened his mouth then shut it, not finding anything to add. Thor lifted Bucky who squealed.

"I can walk, Thor."

"I know, but after exerting yourself you should be pampered."

Bucky let himself get hold, but as they all went out of the communal room, he swore he heard Thea sob. Then Thor kissed him and made him all forget.

Next chapter

#polyavengers #avengers x reader #character of color #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #thor #stony #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x poc!reader #woc #steve x reader #tony x steve x reader #bucky x thor x reader #bucky x steve x reader #smut #pwp #smut with feelings #smut with plot #original black character #avengemetomorrow

[avintagekiss24]

The Arrangement

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original WOC Female Character

Warnings: Some language (like 1 I think, lol), very little mention of sex

Summary: The United States has three distinct factions, The North, The South, and The West. War has broken out once again, and the only way to stop it, is for the King of The North and the impending Queen of The South to come together.

Word count: 2848

A/N: This is my first attempt at Royalty and steampunk, lol. So, for a little background, the year is 2019 and most of our technology is available (cellphones/google...). The dress attire/state of the country is 1800s. This is square B4 - Royalty for my Bucky Barnes Bingo card.

     You roll your eyes as you stand at the end of your bed, hands clasped around the bed post as your mother tightens your corset rather violently. Your attitude has been horrendous since your mother had first enlightened you to this deal that was struck, but today, you are unmanageable. You swore, you screamed, you cried… this isn’t what you wanted for yourself. You had even tried to run, but of course, the servants tipped off your mother and sister, who dragged you back into the mansion, up into your room, and have been giving you quite the tongue lashing ever since.

       “I swear, I don’t know what gets into you!” Your mother mumbles as she pulls harshly on the strings of your lace corset.

       “She doesn’t deserve it mother, I’ve tried to tell you.” Your sister spouts from her spot on the bed.

       “Hush!”

       You smirk at the younger brat you call sister as your body jerks from your mother’s heavy handed motions behind you, “You will be Queen one day, do you get that?”

       “Of course I do!” You nearly scream, “I’ve been trained my whole life mother-”

       “Don’t you take that tone with me!”

     “Why do I have to do this?” You whine.

     Your mother takes a breath, “This is your lot in life, baby. Being Queen doesn’t mean just sitting around and eating grapes.This job has responsibility.”

     You whirl around to face her, your eyes puffy and red, your cheeks stained with the emotion that leaks from your eyes, “And this is my responsibility? Being auctioned off like some cow!”

    “Avinnia-”

    “No! I can rule on my own! You did, before you met daddy, I can do that same!”

    “It isn’t about that! We have to end this war and this is the only way that I can see that happening!”

    “By marrying the King of The North? Against my will, at that!”

    “Yes!” Your mother hisses, “We’ve been working very hard and for a very long time to reach an agreement. You have to understand Avinnia, this is bigger than you. This marriage, your reign as King and Queen could bring the United States back together, once and for all.” She shakes her head slightly, reaching out to cup your face, “The two of you could be the most prolific leaders of this country.”

    You lower your head as her words fall over you, “I can be prolific on my own.”

    Your mother smiles a toothless smile. She loves you dearly, your strength and defiance the most, “You are prolific, darling. Just because your marrying, doesn’t mean you’re losing who you are.”

    You are Avinnia Monroe. First born daughter of Queen Angela Abrams-Monroe. You are reining princess, and soon to be Queen of The South. The United States had been fractured for years, long before you were born. Hard lines were drawn in the sand; neither side could come to an agreement. So, they agreed to disagree. Democracy fell soon after, and war, death, famine, rippled through the country for years. The States then split into three separate entities - The North, The South, and The West. Each faction elected their own leaders, their own parliaments, wrote their own laws. After years of negotiations, the three factions finally came to an agreement to cease fire, to live amicably, but there has been unrest in The West, and they rose some four years ago, and war fell upon the country again. They only way to stop it is for The North and The South to join forces. The only way for that to happen? An arranged marriage between the King of The North, and the impending Queen of The South.

    “You know,” Your mother's voice is softer now, “He isn’t that thrilled about marrying you, either.” You huff, rolling your eyes as you exhale deeply, “He was just as against it as you were when his father, god rest his soul, proposed the idea.”

    “Well he should be thrilled.” You spit, “He’s marrying a graceful woman of manners. What do I get in return? A rude, foul mouthed New Yorker.” You grimace at the words.

    Your mother laughs lightly. She wishes there was another way, she really does. Your spirit is one to be reckoned with, and she doesn’t want it stifled. “I know you don’t want this, baby.”

    You close your eyes, taking another deep breath, “But, this is bigger than me.”

    “Just think,” Your mother whispers, “You could end up being happy.”

    You let out an exhausted breath, “I don’t know him. How could I possibly end up happy?”

    She drops her eyes, your words pulling at her heart strings, “If you end this war, force the Wilsons' out of power in The West, you’ll rule this whole land, my girl.” Her voice is soft, “You’ll be a better Queen than I ever was.”

    You bring your big brown eyes up to meet hers, “I still don’t want to do it.” You whisper, “I want my own life. My own legacy.”

    “Then let me marry him.” Your sister chirps again, “I won’t turn down a chance to be Queen of the entire United States.”

    “Shut up Serena!” You growl, whipping back to face her.

    “You’re being a brat.”

    “Why don’t you talk to me when you’re being sold off to a man you don’t even know. Oh wait, you’ll never know how that feels, second born. People don’t even know your name.”

    “Girls! Stop it.”

    Serena stands, fixing her light pink Victorian dress, before she steps toward you. You stare at each other, neither one giving way as you raise an eyebrow when a knock comes at the door. Natasha peeks in first, with Wanda and Shuri in tow. Your face lights up as Serena scoffs in disgust, pushing past your three very best friends.

    “We could hear you screaming from the street, your highness!” Shuri laughs, throwing a curtsy your way.

    “Shuri!” You hold out your arms, wrapping them around her as she falls into you, “You came all the way from Wakanda just to see me?”

    “Of course! I can’t let my pen pal go through this trying time alone! I mean, the horror that I felt when you told me you’d be marrying a king!” She quips as she pretends to be shocked and horrified.

    “Oh, don’t you start.” You smile while tutting at her.

    “Girls, please help my daughter get dressed. The King of The North will be here within the hour.” Your mother leans in and pecks your cheek before making her leave.

    “Still upset?” Natasha asks as her pale yellow dressed drags along the floor behind her, her perfect red curls framing her face.

    “Wouldn’t you be?”

    She smiles softly, “It’s not so bad. We’ll be with you every step of the way. Plus, it’s not like you have to marry him today.” She laughs a little, poking you in your ribs, “It’s just a first meeting is all.”

    “Plus,” Wanda says, pushing her phone in your face, “King Barnes is a dream. Look at him!”

    You take the phone from her, your eyes drifting along the screen over the handsome King James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes. You quirk your lip, sending your eyebrows toward the ceiling before handing the mobile phone back to your friend, “It’s not about looks, Wanda.”

    “Honestly though, it should be, because damn.” She quips.

    The four of you lose time as they push you into your red satin, lace trimmed ball gown. Wanda works on pinning up your naturally curly, course, black hair as Shuri and Natasha powder your face, applying lipstick and eyeliner. Shuri pats at the tops of your breasts and cleavage with the small white brush, adding a little powder.

    You swat at her hands, giggling all the while, “Will you stop it?”

    She shrugs, “If you’re going to put them on display, you should make them pretty.”

    A knock comes at the door, alerting the four of you. William, one of the many hands on the property, clears his throat before speaking through the door, “Your highness, your presence has been requested down on the veranda.”

    Your heart flutters in your chest, butterflies fluttering through your veins. You let out a breath as you place your hand on your stomach, “He’s here?”

    “Indeed, your highness.”

    “Shit.”

    Your friends begin showering you with compliments, poking and prodding at you and your dress as you move toward the door. William opens the door and you move out into the long hallway, your heels clicking against the marble floors. Shuri, Natasha, and Wanda escort you down the long winding staircase, Shuri pushing the material of your dress out as it falls against the steps behind you. You stop at the french doors that lead toward the lavish veranda. You blink quickly and furiously as you try to remember to breathe in through your nose, and out through your mouth.

    “You don’t have to marry him today, remember that.” Natasha reminds you.

    “Yeah,” you scoff, “Just three months from now. Big difference, right?”

    “Just… be nice.”

    You shoot her a look before pushing through the doors and heading out into the naturally warm Atlanta afternoon. Your mother and father turn to face you, a bright, proud smile covering your mother's face. A third person turns to face you a few seconds later. Your breath hitches in your throat and you falter in your steps just slightly. Google does him absolutely no justice. His jaw is square and tight, dark stubble covering his lower face and chin. His hair is long and loose, slightly wavy, and reaches just to the top of his shoulders. His blue eyes pierce yours underneath the sunlight, almost staring right through you. He’s dressed in his military uniform, the gold buttons of his jacket glinting in the sun, medals hanging from the pockets. Wanda was right - look at him.

    When you finally reach the threesome, you curtsy slightly to greet him, “King James.”

    “Princess.” He greets in response, bowing his head slightly, “Call me Bucky, please.”

    He’s a stern man, you can tell by his slightly frosty demeanor. This arrangement should be lovely. And what kind of name is Bucky anyway? Only a New Yorker, you swear. You listen in as negotiations and talks of the war soon commence, piping in whenever you could, not only to voice your position but to show King Bucky that you have no intention on just sitting idly by. You are by right a Queen, and you will be involved, whether he finds it appropriate or not.

    “We should let you two get to know each other, hmm?” Your mother hums, “We’ll call you both for dinner? Avinnia, why don’t you show him the grounds.”

    You sigh inwardly but hold out your dainty hand, allowing your reluctant suitor to grasp it. The two of you move silently off of the veranda, pushing out onto the grass as you make your way through the lavish estate. The King keeps his hands clasped behind his back, glancing around the garden. You stop suddenly, turning toward him, catching him slightly off guard. He stops, pursing his lips and squinting his eyes as he waits for you to say something.

    “I don’t want to marry you.” You state firmly, “I think it’s barbaric. And, I hate New York.”

    He smiles slowly. You can see the wheels spinning in his head, “Well, I don’t want to marry you either, but we have responsibilities.” He starts walking again, his white gloved hands still placed behind his back, “Georgia is disgustingly hot.”

    “I’ll take the heat over those nasty winters any day, King James.”

    “Bucky.” He answers firmly.

    You roll your eyes again, but move with him, joining his side, “I’m tired of hearing about responsibilities. There has to be another way we can make The West surrender without either one of us having to deal with each other for life.”

    “You don’t think we’ve been working on a solution? Neither The North nor The South has enough army to take The West one on one. The only way to force our will, is to unite. Unfortunately, marriage is the only option to not cause a rebellion on either side. We’ll have executive power.”

    You huff again, turning your head away from him. He’s right, you know it, your mother knows it, as much as you want to discount it. You don’t catch him glancing over at you, looking you up and down as the two of you walk slowly. You don’t catch the small smile that paints his face, nor do you realize how intriguing he finds you. He likes your wit and attitude, and all of the mouth that comes with you. You’re winning him over minute by minute. “I know this isn’t ideal,” He says gently after a moment or two, pulling at the glove that covers his left hand, “But we can make this work. We just need to be… open to it.”

    You turn your attention to him after he speaks and gasp lightly as he reaches out toward the sturdy, old Magnolia tree. His metal fingers bounce the rich sunlight off of them as he plucks a small, pink flower from the branches, keeping his eyes on it, “What happened?” You ask in a whisper, your voice airy.

    He glances down at his hand, then over at you, “War injury. Almost five years ago now.”

    “Just your hand?”

    He shakes his head, “The whole arm.”

    Your mouth falls open as you can’t take your eyes off of his metal appendage. You reach out unexpectedly, drawing his arm toward you. He watches you as you turn his hand over in yours, your eyes grazing over the impressive craftsmanship of this… thing. Most people, most women, become afraid of him once they see it; don’t want him to touch them without him having to assure and reassure that he won’t hurt them. But not you. He likes that. You hold up his hand and flatten yours against it, palm to palm as a small, wondrous smile spreads on your face.

    “Can you feel that?” Your voice is still in a whisper. Still airy.

    “Of course.”

    You are enamored with this discovery. It adds a little intrigue to the King, something you didn’t think was possible. He isn’t so boring after all. “You’re a soldier.”

    “I was before my father passed. I was a Sergeant.”

    “Sergeant Barnes.” You repeat softly. You like the ring of that- Sergeant Barnes.

    You let your fingers curl slightly around his metal digits, taking in the feeling of them against your skin. The metal is slightly cool to touch and, dare you say, soft. Smooth, rather. Just for a moment, you let yourself flash an intimate scene before your eyes.Those metallic fingers grazing over your nipples and breasts. In between your thighs; caressing your forbidden slick folds as he whispers his sweet nothings in your ear from behind. Oh.

    “So,” You start carefully, “You can tell if a plum is ripe with this, you're saying.”

    His lips turn upward slightly, quirking into a soft smile, “Indeed I can. I rank among the best in New York when it comes to picking a ripe plum.”

    He has a slight sense of humor. You like that. “Plums are my favorite.” You add, keeping your eyes steadily on his.

    “Mine too.”

    A soft breeze whips around the two of you in that moment, tossing strands of your curly hair into your face. He likes that too. Your hair. He eyes dip down your face and to your chest, skimming along your exposed brown skin as the sun kisses you. You drop your hand and he drops his, but offers you the small, pink flower from the Magnolia. You take it and bring it to your nose, smelling it before lifting your eyes toward his again. You smile slowly. It’s a sly smile, almost mischievous. You’re not quite sure what happened within the last few seconds, but King James- no, King Bucky, isn’t so bad.

    “We can make this work.” He states simply again, his interest in you completely piqued. The air between you has taken a obvious turn from uptight and reluctant, giving him the slightest sliver of hope.

    He stares at you with sincerity rolling through his eyes. You let your eyes linger on him for a few seconds before dropping them to the flower still in your hands, “Possibly.”

    He smiles, but this time it’s a brilliant one. One that puts his perfect white teeth on display. One that reaches his blue eyes, making them sparkle underneath the sunlight. He chuckles and you are oddly proud of yourself. You like making him laugh turns out. He holds out his flesh hand toward you and waits patiently as you contemplate taking it. After a moment, you cross behind him, joining him on his left and take his metal fingers in yours.

    He drops his head, smiling to himself as the two of you begin your leisurely stroll again, “Possibly.” He repeats.

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My thoughts on Netflix’s ‘The Umbrella Academy’ Seasons 1 & 2 and the liable (s)hero

Hello! I’m going to be talking about The Umbrella Academy. I got hooked on this show when it came out and my friend recommended it to me, at the time we were on our final semesters of university and had a lot of free time because we weren’t expected to take a lot of classes to focus on our final undergrad assignment, so why not binge watch TV shows! I remember the pace being quite slow, I wasn’t too invested to begin with but then later on as the episodes progressed I got so into it. And when the second season came out during this whole pandemic fiasco which was the perfect gift for us nerds!

I want to firstly mention that I've not read the comics and I don't think I'm planning on doing it soon, but I do like watching superhero movies and series. I can't describe what I'm into I just know that I like what I like which ranges from A to Z. So as an adaptation I can't say much on how the show does the comics justice, but from what I've heard from readers of the comics who've watched the show, the show pretty much follows the story from the comics (not word for word but not too loosely either) which is great I imagine. I can tell the series shows the story of these characters who we know and are invest in very well, it gets straight to the action, drama, and develops intriguing plot lines. I personally love siblings dynamics in TV shows; this family dynamic is so interesting to watch onscreen, from the flashback scenes of when they were little (I really do hope there's a spin-off with the kids!) to their current relationship that they have now with each other as siblings. The first season sets the story straight, then the next season steps it up a notch which is awesome! I love Klaus' character plot, especially the banter that he has with Ben, love those scenes and I'm glad we got to see more of Ben in season 2! In the first season I was drawn to Diego’s character specifically, and I also was intrigued by the backstory involving other characters like Reginald, Pogo and Grace. I like all the characters except for Luther but I can respect what he brings to the family dynamic and the role he plays in the story (even if it's very frustrating to watch). I like the story a lot, I can tell the writing is well thought out and it’s captivating to watch the story play out with each episode. And of course, the production is top tier, American productions really know how to produce high quality films, I really appreciate this and that it was paired beautifully with a good story! I thought the plot had pretty much every element needed to make a superhero franchise, from the conflict, character, even to (problematic) stereotypes...

I'm not very invested with superhero movies in general, but some of my favourite movies are those superhero movies. I love the Spiderman movies (the Toby Maguire ones are iconic, Andrew Garfield ones are good I enjoyed it, and I love Tom Holland's Spiderman a lot), haven't watched all of Thor but I really like Thor Ragnorok, obsessed with Black Panther, love Captain Marvel, I've watched all the Avenger movies without having watched any Ironman movies, the Hulk movie and the first Captain America movie. I also watched some of X-Men movies but I’m less invested in them compared to my mild obsession with the Avengers; I like Days of Future Past, Logan was so brilliant, and I've seen the other films but they haven't really stuck with me. So I get the gist of the Marvel Cinematic Universe (quite familiar with DC but not as much as MCU) and I have to say, I'm so done with the liable characters who are 9 out of 10 times women in these superhero franchises. Vanya is the liable character, Diego says this himself to her in season one when their house is intruded by Hazel and Cha Cha - everyone's using their powers to defeat them meanwhile Vanya does nothing because she can't and gets bruised. And I’m sick of it. I’ve seen this before with the Scarlet Witch (Wanda) and Jean Grey, and every time it’s annoying for me to watch. They’re the most powerful character, but they have no control over themselves it’s annoying! Wanda ends up having to kill Vision and it’s very upsetting for her because she loves him, and it’s all just frustrating to watch as a viewer because of her very bad timing and almost incompetence to be logical. Jean Grey is killed by Wolverine because she lost control of her powers and then in the Sophie Turner one she also dies to save her friends. 

Only tragedy for these lot who most if not all the time are women. There’s already a visible lack of superwomen, so with this liable character trope it’s sad that when women are included in these stories we’re inclined to see them through how the patriarchy views women. If they’re not the hero then they’re the love interest, and if they do get to be the hero it’s the tragic hero incapable of control. Women are “strong” and are meant to save everyone but they’re delicate, too delicate that it gets in the way of them mastering their powers. Women are emotional, they can’t be logical beings so they’re not the leader despite being the most powerful one in the group. Captain Marvel flips this stereotype on its head; that scene when we think there’s about to be a showdown between Captain Marvel and Jude Law’s character (can’t remember the name for the life of me), it’s meant to be one-on-one with no powers but she refuses, blasts him with her fist and says to him that she has nothing to prove to him. Iconic! Now that's a movie and character which is clearly written by women for women and I want more of it! I want to see more female superheros who aren’t the tragic hero with bad timing, zero control over everything including their feelings and powers. The story arc of the liable hero is overdone and predictable, so I really would like to see literally anything else. 

Vanya’s story arc was quite predictable. Of course she has to fall in love with the wrong people at the wrong time, and of course she has to face a nearly impossible dilemma to solve. From the beginning I knew I just didn't like Vanya's character but wasn't sure why, then I realised this female character was written by men, and that's why I found her so.. annoying. She's brilliant obviously don't get me wrong, she's the most powrful one but the fact that this had to be paired with her trauma from years of being neglected was utterly corny. It’s also not lost on me that there’s 7 Hargreeve children and 2 are girls; Allison’s story arc for a while was attached to an unnecessary romance with Luther, and Vanya is the seemingly incompetent one but plot twist, she’s actually the one to watch. I already knew the love story between Vanya and Sissy would be too good to last, but regardless I feel for her because Allison gets to have more than one romance throughout the course of the series, and though they also don’t really last either it’s not as heartbreaking for her to cope with when they end. Vanya gets better at controlling her powers in the second season, but she’s kind of the same lost character because she loses her memories and almost has to start from the beginning. Season 2 was also interesting to watch because it introduced a new character: Lila. So that’s another female superhero who’s also a WOC, great, but her story for me felt a bit like the liable one mostly because of her backstory which of course leads to a difficult dilemma towards the end. It'll be interesting to see what they decide to do with Lila's character in the future seasons, I don't think we really got to know her very well and I'm excited to find out more.

I really can’t wait for the next season but no rush, I can wait for how ever long it takes for the team to not slack, stay true to the story and deliver another season we deserve to watch (haven’t forgotten about GoT’s tragic downfall!). The screen writing is a 10/10 surprisingly for an American production, I hope it stays top tier in the upcoming seasons *fingerscrossed*. The production is obviously 10/10 and cast is 10/10. I guess the only thing lacking is the character, particularly the women which the show seems to not know what to do with them (and yet they know exactly what to do with the male characters). We only got to see a split second of the new Ben and I can’t wait to discover more of who the new Ben really is, which should be pretty exciting to watch!

#the umbrella academy #netflix #series review #movie review #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #female superhero

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For anyone interested, my “You’re In The Marvel Films” series will include:

Tony Stark x Reader’s Character x Pepper Potts (Marvel would call it platonic in the sake of the kids,but we’d all know better)

Thor x Reader’s Character x Valkyrie.These are her endgame love interest.

For this series,there will be marvel cast one shots and fake instagram imagines to go with it.

The reader’s character is named Cammi Jones.I will use this name in my “You’re In The Marvel Films” series,but in marvel cast one-shots and so on,I will use Y/N.

(For anyone confused so far,I say “reader’s character” because Cammi is the character the reader plays in the films.)

Cammi will appear in CA: The Winter Solider,Avengers:Age of Ultron,CA: Civil War,Thor:Ragnarok,Avengers:Infinity War, Avengers: Endgame and so on.

As said on the background post I made about this character,there will be a lot of plot twist in her story!

This might not make much sense right now,but it will soon enough. xx

Just thought it needed to be mentioned that the oc and reader with be a woc.However,if you are not a woc - please do not let that stop you from reading!EVERYONE IS ALLOWED TO READ MY STUFF.

The first part of this series can be found here.

More background information about Cammi Jones can be found here.

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[spookiekewchie]

Let Me Upgrade You

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Steve Rogers x woc!reader

Summary: The one where you get Steve to stop dressing like a grandpa.

Word Count: 884ish

Warnings: general language warning, suggestive language, ass grabbing (idk if that’s a warning)

A/N: Don’t look at me, I was inspired so now yall gotta deal with it LMAO. I wrote this on my phone so pardon any errors or typos please I barely proofread it. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

"Steve, just trust me, you need to update your wardrobe." You called from the living room of his apartment. He was currently in the bedroom, turning this way and that in front of a mirror and he took in his appearance.

"Sweetheart, I really don't think this is necessary." He replied, finally stepping out of the bedroom so you could see him in the outfit you'd set out for him. Your eyes went wide, not expecting him to look that good in a simple white t-shirt, dog tags around his neck and resting against his broad chest. His usual casual dress pants had been traded for a pair of dark denim jeans. Not as tight as Bucky typically wore but enough that it didn't look like something a grandfather would wear.

"Babe, this is so necessary." You gave him a once over before shooing him towards the door. "Now put on the boots I got you so we can go, I'm sure everyone else is already at the bar by now.

Steve just sighed, a little smile on his lips as he got his shoes on and completed the look. He trusted you, and so far you hadn't steered him wrong. He was still religiously using the beard conditioner you'd gotten for him, after all. "Alright, final verdict?" He questioned grabbing his leather jacket and slipping on before he picked up his keys.

"Final verdict is we should leave now before I end up riding you in the doorway." You answered, bottom lip catching between your teeth at the sight of the whole look put together. Steve just chuckled, reaching out when you were close enough to palm your ass in his large hand.

"Now you know how I feel every fucking time you dress up for a night out." He whispered against your ear, voice low and gravelly as it sent a shudder through you. Clearly you'd done too good a job at getting your man right, because now all you wanted to do was text Nat and the girls that you weren't going to make it for the weekly Avengers get together at the bar.

Almost as if Steve could read your mind he was grabbing your motorcycle helmet and placing it in your hands before grabbing his own. Clearly he was going to make you suffer the same way you did him whenever you two went out together.

And suffer you did, barely able to keep your hands off him the entire time you were at the bar. Eventually though, the guys broke off to go shoot some pool. Leaving you with Maria, Natasha and Wanda as you caught up with them before deciding to play a round of darts.

It was all going so well until you noticed Natasha staring in the direction of the pool tables. You followed her gaze just in time to see Steve attempting to politely back away from some woman as she tried to hook a finger in his dog tags.

Oh hell no

You watched for a moment longer, before starting to make your way over with the girls behind you. Your eyes narrowed as she tried to press up against the super soldier who was telling her that he had a girlfriend. Close enough that you could hear her uttering something along the lines of "Well she shouldn't have let you out the house by yourself looking this good if she wanted to keep you." Clearly your plan to update Steve's closet had some unforeseen consequences. You should have accounted for desperate skanks taking it as an invitation to try their luck. No matter, you knew Steve would never step outside of the relationship, and you could deal with this tramp easily enough.

"Come on guys, you know the rules for bar night. No interviews, no drama, and no hoes." The last one was aimed directly at the woman who seemed to back off the moment you sidled up to Steve and his arm moved around you. She scoffed, clearly offended before the embarrassment had her cheeks going ruddy when she heard the snickers of Sam and Bucky behind her. You might have felt bad if she hadn't knowingly tried getting with a taken man. Instead you paid her no more mind as you let your attention shift from her to your man with a smirk.

"Relax sweetheart, she never stood a chance." Steve murmured, leaning down to press a possessive kiss to your lips. Your fingers curled into his dog tags as you pulled away, a smirk on your lips as you backed up a few steps with him in tow.

"Let's go, I'm suddenly in the mood for you to fuck me so hard all I can say is daddy." And that was all Steve needed to hear before shoving his pool cue into the stunned woman's grip so he could cage your hips with his hands. Clint choked on his beer, earning himself a hard slap to the back from Natasha as she damn near cackled.

"Sorry guys, gotta go. Duty calls." He told everyone, bright blue eyes darkening with lust as he spun you around and lifted you just enough that your feet were off the ground so he could rush the two of you out of the bar.

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