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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 7 months

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A Better Father (Loki X Stark!Son!Reader) *PARENTAL

Characters: Loki X Stark!Son!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Parental negligence, bad relationship with parent, mention of drugs and underage drinking

Request: could you do a tony x son!reader, in their live, tony was always cold to him (but eventually take him in with pepper) and then Peter Parker show up and take that away, Loki see him in reader (like with odin and how he treat Loki and Thor) and decide to adopt him, teach him magic, reader happy again 😊.

Notes: I wrote this and completely forgot it's meant to be male!reader until it came time to post- I think I've corrected it, but if you spot I've accidentally used the wrong pronouns please let me know so I can fix it. Thanks!

“I’m going out!” You announced, already at the front door, pulling your shoes on and your jacket, before grabbing your bag, hand on the door handle before you got a response.

“Where to?” Pepper asked, rounding the corner, arms crossed.

“My friend is doing a school project and wants my help with it.” You excused yourself, being careful not to go into any details.

“Do you need a ride?” She asked.

“No, it’s okay, there’s a bus that takes me right outside their apartment. I don’t know how long I’ll be, since we have a lot to do, if it gets late I’ll call you to let you know I’m okay and I’ll stay over, is that okay?” You asked her. Pepper walked a little closer, her expression clearly troubled.

“I’ll have to ask your father…” She commented, and your shoulders slumped, you turning to face her.

“You know he’s not going to care, Peps. In fact, I’m going to predict what he’s going to say, something along the lines of ‘yeah, yeah, whatever’.” You mimicked, Pepper frowning, knowing you were right. “I appreciate you actually trying to make up for him, I really do. It’s why I go to you instead of him for permission- because you actually care. Please don’t waste your breath. If he actually wants to know what his son is doing, he’ll do it himself.” You pointed out.

“I know… he should be better, and I want him to be better for you… and I also know you’re lying to me.” She pointed out. You felt your heart drop into your ass, and you sighed. “I told Peter about one of your prior projects with friends, and he looked into it- wanting to see if he could help as well, but then found out that your friend doesn’t even exist.”

“Has he told Tony?” You asked.

“No. He hasn’t. I made him promise to wait, told him I’d deal with it.” She explained. “Peter also cares about you, even if he doesn’t have much time to actually spend time with you.” She pointed out, and you just nodded. You’d accepted that even though Peter was Tony’s favourite despite not actually being his kid, when Peter got an idea od the dynamic between you and your father, he tried his hardest not to play into it or make it worst, though he often realised after events that he actually had and had not realised it. He always apologised for it, always tried to spend time with you in school, and on more than one occasion, he’d covered for you or even claimed something you did that your dad didn’t like was his idea, knowing Tony wouldn’t punish him and it would stop your relationship with your dad somehow getting worse. You appreciated him, he was like a brother in a way, and at this point, more like family than your dad, like how Pepper was more of a parent than Tony was, despite you not being related either. Same with Happy. Same with…

“I’m sorry for lying to you. And Peter… I just…” You fumbled.

“What’s going on, Y/N? Where are you going?” She asked, her voice soft and welcoming, a silent promise that no matter what, she wasn’t going to yell, turn on you, that she actually cares and just wants to be there for you.

“I’ve been going to meet someone… not romantically or anything!” You told her quickly. “I’m not doing drugs or anything like that either.”

“That’s good, so you’re being responsible with this person… why have you been hiding this person from us then?” She asked. You thought for a second on how to break the news, and in that time, Pepper started to pry a little more. “Are they… older?” She asked. You nodded. “So not a teenager? Out of school?” She asked, and you nodded again. “How old are they?” She asked, tilting her head. Another hard question, and you bit your lip, and sensing you weren’t confident answering, she changed her question. “What do you two do? It’s not illegal, so what’s so bad you have to hide it?” She asked.

“He’s… mentoring me.” You told her.

“Oh, so he’s like a professor? A teacher? What’s he teaching you?” She asked with a smile, seemingly suddenly relieved, getting the idea that you were getting one on one lessons for something you were interested in as a future career, and she was ready to support you from the jump.

“Magic. He’s teaching me magic.” You admitted, which made Pepper’s eyebrows press together. “And not the cut a woman in half or pull a rabbit out of a hat kind of magic.” You clarified, and she had a moment of realisation.

“I know two people who know magic. One is Strange, who your father gets along with and so learning from him wouldn’t be a problem, which means… Loki? You’re going to see Loki? He’s teaching you magic?” She asked, and you nodded.

“Please don’t tell Tony! I promise, Loki’s been nothing but kind to me! When we’re not doing magic, we just read books together- or go on walks or stuff!” You explained.

“What kind of magic?” She demanded.

“How to teleport, how to create an illusion, today he’s teaching me a spell that translates both written and spoken languages!” You explained to her. “He said for a treat for my birthday he’s going to teach me a spell that lets me understand animals because apparently what they say is really funny and cute and he thinks I’ll like it.” You explained to her. She clearly wasn’t convinced, and you sighed. “We do other stuff to.” You told her.

“Like what?” She asked.

“You know when Tony’s in a bad mood or I do something he doesn’t like and we get into an argument and I go for a walk to cool off and don’t come back for hours? Loki walks with me. He makes sure I don’t do anything stupid… I feel so safe with him, that I feel comfortable and safe enough to actually cry.” You admitted. You watched Pepper’s concerned expression fall. You never cried- at least not at home. Not at school either, according to Peter. You didn’t cry in front of her, or Peter, or Happy, and sure as hell never in front of Tony, no matter what he said or did. “And he knows what I need when I cry. He hugs me, he just lets me cry, he doesn’t shush me or try to make me stop. If anything bad happens, I go to him first. Like when I went to that party last month and got wasted and realised I didn’t know how to get home- you and dad thought I left with a stranger and stayed with someone who I didn’t know and then came home when sober- instead I called Loki and he looked after me during the night, he rubbed my back when I threw up, hugged me and promised it was gonna be okay when I was crying, he made this really nice tea which instantly made my hangover go away, and promised if this ever happened again he’d do it all over again, and then he took me home when I felt well enough.” You admitted to her.

“Where do you two hang out, usually?” She asked.

“He has a little apartment, there’s probably a hefty amount of magic to make it so the other tenants can’t notice the door to it since it defies the floor plan of the entire building, but it’s so cozy, and warm and I have my own bedroom there- which is where I go whenever I have any ‘sleepovers’, though I do make him watch movies, especially bad ones.” You laughed. It felt so good to finally be able to talk about this- about everything you and Loki did, because time with Loki was your happy time.

“Okay… I have two questions.” She said, and you nodded, gulping. “Why…Loki? If you wanted to learn magic, why not go to Strange, and why is Loki so willing and…” She didn’t say the word, but you knew what she wanted to say. Fatherly.

“Because when he looks at me, he sees himself.” You admitted. “He told me himself… Loki didn’t have a good relationship either with his father. Thor's the golden child, Loki was the one pushed to the back, forgotten. He knows how it feels to be unwanted, to not be thought of by the person who is supposed to love you. He knows how it feels to want to be loved and no matter how hard you try, not getting it, because in your dad’s eyes, you’re not worth it. He sees me, and he sees his own childhood, and he hates that, so… he decided to do something about it.” You explained to her. “Loki… Loki’s like a dad to me. He certainly acts more like one than Tony.” You pointed out. Pepper looked devastated, but understood. “What was your other question?”

“Inevitably, Tony’s going to find out about this. I won’t tell him, I’ll feign ignorance, but Peter’s going to find out somehow, and you know that even if he wants to protect you, that boy can’t keep a secret to save his life, especially from Tony.” She pointed out. “What’s your game plan for when he finds out?” She asked.

“I’ve already got that figured out.” You reassured her. “Loki set up the bedroom for me for the worst case scenario… I graduate next year. I’ll graduate, start going to college, and I’m going to move out and live with Loki- he might move his apartment to be closer to whatever college I want to go to. If he doesn’t know by then, I’ll tell him I just have a roommate and we know he’s not going to come and visit, and after college, I’ll just slowly drop contact, keep my distance, away from him, happy, learning magic, living my own life. I’ll come visit you and Peter and Happy, regular phone calls, if you need me, call me and I’ll be there… and if Tony finds out before then? I’ll go anyway. I’ll be okay, no matter what. Loki has my back.”

“...And so do I.” She added. You two stared at each other. You weren’t sure what she was thinking, what exactly she was going to do. Ban you from seeing Loki? Tell your father? Treat you like a criminal and monster even if you’ve done nothing wrong? Be locked away? Somehow become even more of an outcast? Lose the few people you actually consider family? Lose Loki? “I won’t keep you waiting. Keep me updated on what you’re doing, if you want to stay the night let me know, okay? I’ll tell Peter something that is easier to swallow and then we’ll tell him the full truth after you graduate. I’ll explain to Happy, maybe he can also help you… please just… don’t do anything stupid. Behave. No more secrets from me, okay?” She asked.

“Okay. Thank you.” You told her, nodding with a grin. “I love you, I’ll see you tomorrow!” You told her, finally opening the door and dashing out. Pepper sighed, wondering what she was going to tell Peter to help keep in calm and not accidentally tell Tony, how she was going to get Happy to go along with this, how she’s going to look Tony in the eyes and feign ignorance, lie to his face about where his son is and who he's with. But then she remembered every time she could recall when she would come to Tony’s place and find you home alone when you were a young child, thinking it was normal, how you used to try to get his attention and him brush you off or even yell at you to go away and then slowly stop trying and instead go to her and Happy who actually cared. She remembered how utterly overjoyed you were when your dad actually came to your birthday after he was kidnapped, seeming to realise how precious life was and wanted to make up for lost time, and things were going well until Peter came into the picture, and he lost his way, his sole focus being Peter, you once again forgotten and neglected. Except this time you weren’t upset, just disappointed. You gave up on him, and instead adjusted, adapted, and found a new family. Pepper was your new mother, Peter was your brother, Happy your uncle, and Loki was your new, and much better father. You were making up for lost time with someone who actually cared and wanted you as a son. If Tony had a problem about it, he should have done something about it a long, long time ago.

You arrived at the apartment complex not long after leaving, heading up to the top floor, going to the door at the end of the hallway and letting yourself in. Loki peeked up from the book he was reading and smiled. “There you are, had me worried.” He joked. You sighed as you kicked your shoes off, dumping your bag on the floor and hanging up your coat. Your lack of an immediate response was weird for Loki, and he placed the book down, standing from the settee, and stepping closer to you. “What happened?” He asked softly, locking his hands behind himself. You turned to look at him finally.

“Is it that obvious?” You asked, and he smiled sadly. “...Pepper knows. She’s covering for me, so I guess she’s okay with it, it’s just… what if Tony finds out and massively blows everything out of proportion?” You explained to him.

“Well…” Loki crossed his arms, thinking. “Knowing you, your first thought is to run and start afresh.” He pointed out, and you nodded. “Or… I could talk to Thor. You and Pepper and him talk to the others, explain everything, we lay everything out, and then we tell your father. No secrets and being honest might work more in our favor than just upping and leaving, Y/N.” He pointed out. You squinted at him with suspicion.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the God of Mischief and Lies?” You asked, making him crack a smile.

“I may be, but it means I also know when’s a good time to actually tell the truth, and I think this might be the time. Pepper knows, she has your back, Thor is, as you describe it, a loyal labrador and will be happy I’m behaving, those two alone can be the brains and the brawl to help keep the situation under control.” He reassured you.

“Okay, if you think so… but can we do that tomorrow? I want to learn that spell so I can finally read your Asguardian books.” You begged, making him chuckle.

“Of course we can, go make some tea, then we’ll start.”

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multi-fandom-enjoyer · 19 days

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Easter morning:

You and Wanda were watching as Billy and Tommy hunt for eggs with the children of New Asgard.

Y/n: Thank you for inviting us over Thor. It's nice to see the twins having fun with other kids.

Wanda: Yes. It's been a while since we've gotten to do anything like this.

Thor: You're welcome, friends L/n and Maximoff. I should be thanking you for your parenting tips after I adopted Love.

After all the eggs were found, Morgan and Love were showing each other the eggs they found while Billy and Tommy were counting to see who got the most.

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skylarinfinity · 9 months

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m/n: i'm at that point of age where i get excited to cancel the plan's.

pepper: [who just had make a plan with m/n]

pepper: ...honestly fair [shrugged]

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket @panandinpain0

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aralenorimaki01 · 1 year

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Rescue (Avengers: Endgame)

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thealtoduck · 5 months

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Alive

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Warnings: Mentions of murder, kidnapping, brainwashing, child abuse. General violence, gun use, reader is a assassin, people get hurt…

Y/c/e = Your color eyes

Summary: Peter has to save Tony from a cold blooded assassin… + backstory stuff in the end…

(A/n: Reader is based on the character Widowmaker from Overwatch and the story is based on the Overwatch short ”Alive”.)

(A/n: Btw, Hi, It’s been a while)

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Peter’s pov…

Peter entered the large convention center, it was filled with banners saying ”STARK” as well as new inventions on display. It still felt unreal that Tony Stark himself had personally invited him to such an event.

Lots of business and investors were in attendence to see what new tech ”Stark Industries” were bringing to the table, making Peter feel slightly out of place among them. He looked towards the big stage, where Tony and Pepper would soon be holding a speech regarding their future plans for Stark industries.

Peter looked around, the security seemed extra tight, which was understandable considering the combined net-worth of the people in the room could probably buy a planet.

Peter went along with the crowd gathered around the stage waiting for Tony Stark and Pepper Potts to come out. As soon as they did applause thundered through out the convention area.

Tony and Pepper stepped up to the podium and Tony Stark spoke up in the mic saying ”Welcome everyone…”

Your pov…

From the building across you looked down on the convention center with an icy glare. Then you jumped and fired your grappling hook and swung to the top of the convention center.

You snuck carefully in to the building and using your recon visor allowing you to locate the guards. You silently knocked out the guards on the top floor one by one. Then you found the perfect angle to set up and you brought out your rifle looking into the scope and searched for your target…

And then your crosshair landed on him, Tony Stark…

Peter’s pov…

As he watched Mr Stark speak Peter felt something, his spider senses told him that something was wrong. He looked around quickly but everything seemed fine. But his spider senses didn’t let up, Peter moved through the crowd towards the bathroom and sprinted inside.

He stripped out of his suit, revealing his Spider-suit underneath, he thought best to wear it since trouble is known to follow Tony Stark. He hid his clothes and started patrolling around. Then he saw it, on the top floor a sniper was aiming straight for Tony and was about to pull the trigger.

Peter quickly reacted swinging himself up to the sniper and he knocked the assassin to the side just as he pulled the trigger making the blast of the gunshot cut through the air. The gunshot had missed his target but alarmed Tony and the crowd. Peter looked as the sniper stood up and looked at him.

His visor had seven glowing red eyes and the visor shifted revealing your intense cold y/c/eyed stare. Peter said playfully ”Trying to crash the party” thinking he’d make easy work of the sniper. The sniper stood up as his rifle shifted. Peter’s spider sense suddenly flared up again and he dodged to the side as the assassin fired his rifle which had shifted from a sniper to an automatic rifle, firing quick shots his way.

Peter found cover and quickly had Karen cut in to the security guards communication channel. ”Mr Stark is in danger, shooter on the top floor, I repeat shooter on the top floor!”. A stern voice shouted back ”This is a secure channel, no one's a-”. Peter cut him off saying ”Tony Stark's in danger, get him out of here!” Peter commanded.

Peter then noticed the rifle shots had stopped he carefully peaked out and noticed that the assassin was nowhere to be seen, he carefully snuck out hiding towards the edge of the balcony floor to see that they were evacuating Mr Stark towards the exit.

Peter then caught a glimpse of something or rather someone outside on the roof top across from the convention center. Peter knew there was little time to he took a running start and rammed himself through one of the windows and swing to the other side of the street.

He landed a bit away from the shooter and as he ran closer to him, his spider-senses tingled once more but before he had time to dodge a hidden mine exploded setting free a gas that caused Peter to start coughing, he stumbled and fell and landed right before the assassin’s feet.

The attacker pressed Peter to the ground with his foot and aimed the sniper rifle right in his face, saying in a mocking tone ”Such a sweet foolish boy”. Peter stopped coughing as he heard him cocking the rifle. Without much time or thought Peter fired a web at the assasins face making him stumble back.

Peter stood back up as the assassin ripped the webbing of his face and then the two were at a standstill, simply staring hatefully in each other’s eyes. On the street below them Mr Stark had successfully been escorted in to his car that was now starting to drive away.

The assassin gave Peter one quick evil smirk and started sprinting over the rooftop set on following the car, Peter quickly gave chase behind him. The assassin dropped more venom mines but Peter quickly learned to dodge them.

The sniper was fast and agile as he had managed to get a decent distance between Peter and himself. He saw him stop dead in his tracks and take aim on the speeding car below. ”No!” Peter shouted loudly but the sniper took the shoot.

Peter watched in horror as one of the car’s front tyres was shot out causing the car to make a drastic turn and crash in to the side of a building. ”Oh no, nonono” he said to himself, praying that Mr Stark, Pepper and Happy were okay.

The assassin looked at Peter with a smirk and said coldly ”Looks like the party is over”. Peter felt rage quickly build up inside him and he tackled the assassin to the ground, holding him down. ”Why?! Why would you do this?” Peter demanded feeling tears stinging in his eyes below the mask.

The assassin didn’t even flinch at his words and simply started laughing. Then Peter felt a strong wind building up behind him and heard the spinning blades of a helicopter. He looked up seeing a helicopter hovering above the two.

The sniper had used Peter’s distraction to attach his grappling hook to a nearby water tower. He then grabbed Peter by the waist and looked in to his eyes saying ”Adieu, chéri” tumbled backwards making the two of them fall off the building and in to the alley bellow. The assassin quickly let go off Peter and activated his grappling hook, pulling himself up to the roof top once again.

Meanwhile Peter landed flat on his back on the ground as pain spread all over his his body. Luckily for him, thanks to hightened durability he seemed to not have broken anything. He quickly tried to stand up but stumbled and immediately fell again.

He watched as the helicopter swiftly flew away from the scene, taking the assassin with it…

Two days later…

Luckily no one died, Mr Stark, Pepper and Happy managed to get away with only a couple of bruises and one or two broken bones. Peter himself was mostly just covered in bruises on his back from the fall.

He went to visit Tony who was in bed rest at the Avengers compound, he brought a stuffed bear and a ballon that said ”Get well soon”. When he found him Tony had a couple of hologram screens open in front of him. He noted Peter’s presence and said ”Come inside, kid”.

Peter quickly found himself apologising ”I’m so sorry, Mr Stark, because of me you ended up like this”. Mr Stark looked at the brown haired boy in disbeleif, ”Peter, if weren’t for you i’d be dead, i should be thanking you” Tony told him and said ”Thank you for saving me, Parker”.

Peter put down the stuffed bear and ballon by Mr Stark’s bed and found himself asking ”Mr Stark, who was that?”. Tony then enlarged the hologram screen showing it to Peter. ”I had to go through some of Nat’s folders to find out” Tony explained as Peter looked at several notes and pictures of the asssassin.

”His name is Y/n L/n” Tony said. ”About twelve years ago several Sheild opperatives and agents grew disillusioned with the organisation and turned their back on it and started Talon, a new organisation who’s methods were rather extreme” Tony explained.

”Shield and Talon fought one another on several occasions but one Sheild agent remained a thorn in Talon’s side, Gérard L/n, Talon wanted him dead but he always managed to get away. So they set their sights on his family. In the dead of night when Gérard was away and his wife was sleeping, they kidnapped his 12 year old son” Tony continued.

”They submitted him to intense brainwashing program, neural reconditioning and torture. They broke his will and supressed his personality, they reprogramed him into a sleeper agent. Gerard devoted Sheild's every resource to recovering his son, and it wasn't long before the operation produced results”.

”Sheild later sent several agents on a rescue mission where they found him unharmed. His agents saved Y/n, and a medical and psychological evaluation after the kidnapping found him to be apparently no worse for wear and he returned to life with his mother and father. But two weeks later his Talon programming was activated and he killed his father in his sleep” Tony said coldy.

”He then returned to Talon. At his behest, Talon completed the process of turning him into a living weapon. He was given extensive training in covert arts, and agreed to participate in an experimental marksman program, where he was trained by the best in the use of a sniper rifle”.

”Talon’s geneticist, altered Y/n’s physiology to improve his aim, drastically slowing his heart, which numbed his ability to experience human emotion. It dulled the pain of what he’d done, while heightening the charge he felt on the hunt. The slowing of his heart rate allowed him to become an exceptional sniper” Tony finished.

Peter then read Y/n’s field name out loud ”Widowmaker”. ”He widowed his own mom” Tony explained. Peter just stood there in silence after all he learned about the assassin, the only words he could find were…

”Holy shit”.

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scoonsalicious · 1 month

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Unwanted: Chapter 2, Unspeakable- Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, alcohol use, minor male objectification, mind reading, no Bucky in this section; sorry!

Word Count: 1.1k

Previously On...: Sgt. Barnes got a new arm (there's a Lt. Dan joke in there, somewhere)!

A/N: Weirdly, this is one of the first scenes I wrote for this story. I loved the idea of all the women sitting around, drinking, and talking about how hot they thought Bucky was, while Dear Reader tried so hard to convince them that they're only friends; it really built the base of the story in my mind. I ended up cutting it down significantly, but the overall feel of the scene remains the same. Enjoy!

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Taglist: (Please let me know if you’d like to be added!) @blackhawkfanatic @les-sel @marcswife21

Since there were only four women who lived full-time at the Tower (you, former KGB assassin-turned SHIELD spy-turned Avenger, Natasha Romanoff, Tony's long-time romantic partner and Stark Industries CEO Pepper Potts, and, most recently, Sokovian witch Wanda Maximoff), you all made an effort to get together once a month for a Girl's Night, to relax, catch up, and just spend time in each other's company.

"So, what is going on between you and Barnes," Natasha asked when you explained why you needed to cut out early tonight.

You looked at her, confused. "There's nothing going on between me and Barnes," you told her. "We're just friends, Natty."

"You and I are 'just friends,' Pocket, and you don't see me with my hands all over you, 24/7," Nat smirked.

"No one's stopping you, Natasha." With a wink, you grabbed her hand and put it on your boob. She gave it a quick squeeze, but then said:

"Seriously, he's all over you like government money on a bad idea."

You shrugged. "He just likes physical touch, that's all. It's, like, his love language or something."

"I'll bet it is," Pepper said coyly, taking a sip of wine from her oversize glass. Girl's Nights always came with a few bottles of Tony's finest vintage. "Can’t say I’ve seen him touching Steve like that, though. Then again, who can say what those two get up to behind closed locker room doors?"

"Pepper!" Wanda swatted at her, pretending to be scandalized. "I'm sure if Pocket says there's nothing going on between her and Bucky, there's nothing going on." She shot you a wicked look. "Of course, I could always read her mind to get the truth out of her."

Nat clapped, delighted. "Oh my God, yes! Please do it, Wanda! Get all of Pocket's dirty little secrets!" All three of the women turned to look at you with hopeful expressions.

"Go ahead," you told Wanda dismissively. "I've got nothing to hide where Bucky's concerned."

The Scarlet Witch did a little shimmy of excitement. "Oh, yay! No one ever willingly lets me look into their heads," she said. "This'll be good practice! And I promise," she added, solemnly, "I’ll only look at your memories of Bucky, nothing else." Her fingertips began to glow red as she raised her hands to your temples. You weren't sure what you were expecting, but it was like a warm buzzing sensation ran through your brain. It felt really--

"Fucking cool," you muttered.

"There's another dollar in the jar," Pepper joked, causing you to stick your tongue out at her.

"Boo," said Wanda, pulling back after a moment. "She's telling the truth. Nothing's going on between them. They're just disgustingly best friend-y. They're just sleeping together."

"I knew it!" Nat shouted in triumph.

"No, I mean, they actually just sleep together. No sex. Just some light cuddling," Wanda clarified. "Not even an occasional groping."

Nat and Pepper groaned in unison.

"Well, that's disappointing," Nat said, throwing back a good sized mouthful of wine.

"She does still have that leather jacket of yours, Nat," Wanda added, giving you a wink.

Natasha feigned outrage. "You thief! You said you lost it!"

"I thought I lost it," you amended, giving Wanda a dirty look. "I just found it the other day when I was unpacking my go-bag. I'll get it back to you."

Nat gave you a skeptical glare. "I'll believe it when I see it, but back to you and Barnes," she said.

"I don't know why you all care so much," you lamented, refilling your own glass. "Pep, you and Wanda have your own relationships we could be talking about, and Nat, you never tell us what's going on between you and Bruce-- I have to hear everything second-hand from Clint, which you know is so weird-- so I'm not sure why I have to be the focus of attention."

"Okay, first of all," Wanda said, "I adore Vision with all of my heart, but Bucky Barnes? Oof. I'd let that man do unspeakable things to my body."

"Wanda!" The three of you stared at the normally reserved Sokovian with open mouths.

"What?" She shrugged, a tinge of pink creeping up her cheeks. "He's gorgeous. It's an objective fact."

You shook your head, trying to wrap your brain around what she just said. You knew Bucky was handsome; you'd known from the first moment you saw him, but as your friendship had blossomed, you had sort of... stopped paying attention to it? Who he was as a person had become far more important to you than what he looked like. Sure, there were moments when you would be reminded of just how attractive he was, but they always hit you like a ton of bricks because you never focused on it for very long, so it seemed so easy to forget and just see him as Bucky, your best friend-- kind, funny, smart, loyal Bucky.

"And he's just gotten better looking the longer he's been here," Nat added. "I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of him, either, Pocket, if I wasn't afraid he'd rip my arms off for trying."

You rolled your eyes at your friend, but she was right-- Bucky had gotten so much better the longer he'd been at the Tower, but that was because he was taking care of himself. He was getting more sleep, so his eyes had lost their dark circles and their sunken, hollow look. He'd been eating better and had put on some weight-- all of it muscle, broadening his shoulders and thickening his thighs. He'd cut his hair short and shaved his beard, leaving just a hint of stubble.

"What are you smiling at?" Pepper teased, pulling you from your thoughts.

"Hmm? Oh. Just thinking about how much better Bucky's been doing since he got some stability in his life and people who care about his well being. While you all sit here objectifying a senior citizen prisoner of war like he's a piece of meat," you teased. "What are you, men?"

"Wow," said Nat with a laugh, "way to make us feel like assholes." You just smiled and sipped your wine.

"If the butt plugs fit..." Natasha picked up a couch pillow and threw it at you. You were able to dodge it easily, so you knew the assassin hadn't been actually trying to hit you, though you did have to carefully balance your wineglass to prevent it from spilling all over the couch.

"Ladies," Pepper warned. It wasn't the first time your banter would have devolved into an expensive dry cleaning bill.

"Sorry, Mom," You and Nat sang in unison, wicked grins on your faces.

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firegal19 · 1 year

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Peter running into the room: Guys! Miss Potts is Iron Man!

Everyone in the room: *confused as fuck*

Tony nodding his head: Yeah, kid. Go on

Peter: Ok. So FE is Iron on the periodic table of elements and she is a female.

Tony: Yes, and male equals man meaning

Peter and Tony at the same time: Pepper is Iron Man!

Steve looking up from his book: So is Morgan

Bucky: And every woman on earth

Tony staring at Thor: Hey FRIDAY. Put Miss Potts as Iron Man two in my contacts

FRIDAY: Will do Mister Stark

Tony: And summon Mark 45 to shock Bucky half to death

FRIDAY: Summoning it now

Peter: Mister Stark no!

Tony: *sighs* Cancel Mark 45

FRIDAY: Canceling Mark 45

Peter: Thank you

Steve: Wait. This means Natasha is Iron Man as well

Natasha: Ha!

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philosopherking1887 · 1 year

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Something that's bothering me about all the Barbie movie memes I've been seeing going around: the ones that say "This Ken is __." That's not how they work. You can give a Barbie a distinctive attribute: "This Barbie is the boss," "This Barbie is a nerd," whatever. For Kens, all you can say is "He's just Ken." "He's another Ken." "This is also Ken." The whole point is that that's all they are. They're just "(a) Ken."

The way to do a proper tribute to the Barbie posters is to stop trying to say something specific about male characters and actors, or do it in a way that fits into the "He's just Ken" template. Use it to lean into the irony, given that most popular media focuses on the traits and skills of the male characters, and tends to make female characters generically hot. You can also use the "There's only one Allan" for humorous effect.

I don't do complicated edits, but here's how I'd do it for a few of my fandoms:

Star Trek: The Original Series

Uhura: This Barbie speaks thirty-seven languages.

Chapel: This Barbie is a nurse.

Rand: This Barbie keeps the ship running.

Kirk: He's just Ken.

McCoy: He's another Ken.

Chekov: He's Ken too.

Sulu (the bare-chested fencing pic, obviously): You guessed it. He's a Ken.

Spock: They also make a half-Vulcan Ken. [An example of how you can mix it up a little while still staying within the template]

Scotty: There's only one Scotty.

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Kira: This Barbie is an ex-terrorist.

Jadzia: This Barbie is actually seven Barbies and a worm.

Ezri: We haven't met this Barbie yet. [or something like that]

Leeta: This Barbie is a union organizer.

Keiko: This Barbie is a botany researcher.

Kasidy: This Barbie is a smuggler.

Winn: This Barbie is the pope.

O'Brien: He's just Ken.

Bashir: He's another Ken.

Worf: He's Ken too.

Garak: Plain, simple Ken. [Staying with the "just Ken" theme, but in a referential way]

Quark: Latinum Magic Ken [Get it? Like Earring Magic Ken?]

Sisko: Please call me Dad. [Like the Will Ferrell poster that says "Please call me mother"]

Odo: Neither Barbie nor Ken, but a secret third thing. [Going off script a little, but riffing on the gender theme]

The Avengers (2012 & 2015) [this is hard because there are so few female characters, but that's what makes it a fun challenge!]

Natasha: This Barbie is a trained assassin.

Wanda: This Barbie can control minds.

Pepper Potts: This Barbie is a CEO.

Maria Hill: This Barbie is the boss.

Tony: He's just Ken.

Clint: He's another Ken.

Thor: He's Ken too.

Sam Wilson: Ken again!

Hulk (not Bruce, that's what makes it funny): You guessed it. He's a Ken.

Steve: Vintage 1945 Ken [Yes, I know Ken didn't exist til 1961]

Loki: There are no Kens like me. [There's the Allan variation]

Nick Fury: Please call me Mother.

Agent Coulson: He's a suit. OR

Iron Man: He's a suit.

#i spent way more time on that than i should have #oh well #barbie movie memes #barbie movie posters #star trek humor #star trek tos #star trek ds9 #the avengers #avengers humor

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world-of-aus · 2 years

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Stark Hub After Dark

Pairings; Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader Ft. Pornstar!Steve x Pornstar!Reader, Pornstar!Dean x Pornstar!Reader, Pornstar!Sam x Pornstar!Reader

Warnings; Smut 18+ MINORS DNI! (fingering, oral both male&female receiving, gang bang, hair pulling, spanking, creampies.)

A/n; When i say who the hell let me attempt a gangbang, i mean who the hell so i should attempt a gangbang because if i thought writing three was hard, four men going in was not easy. For my supernatural boys i definitely channeled their inner demon filth, really wanted them to be vulgar and just overall filth. Any and errors gramtically are my own, this was not an easy installment to put together but i did it! NOW COME SCREAM AT ME AND TELL ME YOUR FAVORITE PART!

All other work can be found on my masterlist in my Bio, but stay up to date with latest released works and WIPs by following @worldofausupdates!

The last scheduled film had wrapped for the night, many of the stars already gone for the evening, with the last of the crew straggling out the back doors to get home. Pepper is one of those that’s just barely making her way out when the phone on her desk is ringing, the noise piercing the quiet air

Pepper contains her groan, raising a brow at the ringing device; any other day and she might have dismissed the call altogether, but she also knew no one called stark entertainment this late if it wasn’t important. Dropping a sigh, her heeled feet carry her over to the phone sat on her oak desk, fingers curling around the receiver as she brings it to her ear.

‘Stark Entertainment, Pepper Potts speaking, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

A deep voice greets her, “Evenin, this is John Winchester with succubus films, awfully sorry for calling so late but was wondering if I could borrow a minute of your time.”

Pepper adjusts her stance, cocked hip rested up against her desk, “I’d say you’re already borrowing my time, is there a reason you’re ringing us this late?”

The deep voice chuckles, “There is actually,” comes his answer, “see I was hoping to get in contact with the manager of one of your stars.”

Her brows furrow, “get in contact with the manager of one of our stars – which star?”

“y/f/n, y/l/n.”

She’s standing up taller at the mention of your name, stance almost defensive as she looks at the calendar tacked on her wall, “May I ask the reason you need to speak to y/n’s management?”

John’s chuckling again, and Pepper can almost picture the smirk that she's sure is planted on his lips, “I can assure you I ain’t trying to sweep her up if that’s what you’re thinkin, but with the number of requests I've had for a star I ain’t ever heard of I can’t help but think that’s what I should be doing.”

“Well, I'm sorry to say but I don’t think my star has any interest in jumping from stark hub at the moment.”

Pepper can a hear a shift on the line, a squeak of the chair John sits on, “and she can stay right where she’s at, again I aint looking to sweep her up, but I am wanting to work with her, to work with stark entertainment - on a special project.”

“Special project, and what exactly did you have in mind?”

There’s more shifting on the line, a second of silence before John’s speaking again, “If you don’t mind this is a matter that I’d very much like to discuss in person - by chance are you and your star free tomorrow for lunch, my treat,” he adds.

Pepper catches the corner of her lower lip between her teeth, “listen Mr. Winchester, -”

“Please call me John.”

“Listen John, I’ll agree to meet you, but it’s the star in question that will have the final say to your proposition should it be in her best interest, so I'll move some things around and we can meet you at 12 but I can make no promises as far as this project of yours getting the approval.”

“Course, wouldn’t expect anything less – say will Mr. Stark need to be in attendance,” he questions.

Her brows furrow, “If any of his stars had been involved yes my husband would have needed to be in attendance.”

John hums quietly, “can you please ask your husband if he can clear his schedule for lunch tomorrow as well, the project I had in mind does involve two of your husbands' stars.”

“Two of his stars,” she questions confused, John chuckles, “again this is a conversation I'd much rather be having in person – if you don’t mind,” he adds after a pause.

“Of course,” she murmurs hesitantly, “and before I forget where is it that you said we were meeting.”

He’s chuckling again, “There’s a diner not too far off from where stark hub industries is, figure I could go to you all, get on your star’s good side.”

“Right, well Mr. Winchester, I'll have to get into contact with my star and inform my husband of our meeting – again I cannot make any promises, but I will promise to meet with you, as that is all I can do on my end.”

“That’s all I can ask of you,” he replies, “thank you for picking up my call, I look forward to meeting with you tomorrow.”

“Likewise, you have yourself a good night.”

The call is ending with a single click, peppers placing the phone down onto the receiver, her hands going for the cellular device in the pockets of her cardigan.

She pulls up the conversation she has ongoing with you, her thumbs tapping away at the keyboard as she composes the message to you. Reading over it once more, she hits the arrow watching it get delivered to you, the ‘read’ appearing at the bottom not even a second later.

Bubbles pop up at the bottom where you type, but they disappear altogether, her screen flashing to your contact almost instantly, she’s pressing on the green button, bringing the device up to her ear.

“y/n, listen I’m -”

“Pepper, why is succubus films interested in me, do you have any idea who they are?” you question quickly cutting her off.

“I - wait, have you heard of succubus films?”

“Pepper succubus films is the highest ranking in alternative films,” you chastise, “they’re huge, they’re like Stark Hub but after dark!”

Peppers stunned, “Stark hub after dark huh – listen y/n I know it’s your day off but get out your best wine glasses, I'm coming over, you and I need to talk.”

“How did John Winchester even get in contact with you,” you question as you watch Pepper pour the two of you a glass of wine. She shakes her head as she pours, “I mean anyone can find contact information online now a days, but what surprised me was him asking specifically for you,” she answers eyes meeting yours as she passes you your glass. “Apparently your name has been appearing in the comments of his star’s videos enough so that he reached out with a proposition.”

You hum taking a sip of the wine, “did he mention what the comments were saying, what they were asking?”

Peppers shaking her head again, “If I'm being honest, he didn’t really give me much, all he said was that he wanted to meet with both of us for lunch tomorrow to talk about a project that he wanted to work with stark hub on, and then when I agreed he was suddenly asking if Tony could make it out as well.”

Confusion takes over your features, “Tony, he asked for Tony to join us,” you're questioning.

Peppers nodding as she takes a sip of her wine, letting her body mold to your couch, “but why, Tony’s not my management you are, the one he would need to get approval from to meet with me is you, is it not?”

Pepper’s nodding again, “thing is Tony manages the men of stark hub, so that’s why he would need to be in attendance or at least that’s what I told John Winchester and that’s when he asked if I could invite him to join us as well.”

“Wait so if he wants Tony there then that means -”

Peppers taking a quick sip of her wine, “he mentioned that if you agreed, two of Stark Hub's men would be involved, but he didn’t say which two stars, or to what degree they would be involved.”

Uncertainty begins to stir in your chest, “Pepper have you ever come across or seen a film by succubus films?”

Pepper’s shaking her head ‘no’, “the only other production companies' film that I have ever come across was the one produced by Hydra Films that had ‘involved’ you – why,” she questions noticing the wary look crossing your features.

You're leaning forward then to place the glass on your coffee table, your hand reaching for your cellphone. Pepper watches as you unlock your phone, seemingly searching something, it takes you all but a minute before you’re passing her your phone, succubus films on the screen. Pepper looks from your phone to you, “watch it,” you murmur holding your phone out for her. The strawberry blonde grabs it hesitantly, thumb hitting the play button as she takes in the dark screen.

Succubus films like stark hub seemingly gets straight to the point, they don’t seem to play with their sets like Hydra films does, the stars know what they need to sell; and it's like you mentioned in the phone call before Pepper had arrived, they’re like stark hub but after dark. Succubus films enjoys the darker styles, the alternatives ones you mentioned, they like to tie their women down, bound them, gag them, use their bodies for their own pleasure. It’s animalistic, it’s raw, its sex.

Pepper is drawn to the scene that succubus films has put together, as much as she wants to draw her eyes away, she can’t seem to avert them from the woman being tied down, her muffled screams of pleasure flowing from the built-in speakers of your phone. The dirty blonde, green-eyed built man that takes her from behind, has a grin as evil as sin, and the brunette with an equally strong build that fills her mouth, seems to mirror the sentiment. It’s only when the two break away from blonde petite girl to switch places that the spell pepper finds herself in finally breaks.

Your boss clears her throat as she passes you your phone back, your fingers locking the device as your eyes meet. “You know how we have cap and the soldier,” you question, “well succubus films has Dean and Sam Winchester, there’s never one without the other in any films that they’ve produced, and if I have any bet on what John Winchester is going to pitch tomorrow afternoon it's going to be those two, it has to be – but pepper I've never taken more than two partners, it's always ever been Bucky and Steve and I've only done it twice – he's already wanting to pitch two of Tony's stars and again if I'm right, he’s going to pitch Sam and Dean.”

Realization blindsides Pepper as she recalls the call from earlier with John Winchester, she’s shaking her head knowing that even you as a star had your limits to what you would agree too. “Y/n, we don’t have to agree to anything he pitches tomorrow if it’s not in your best interest,” she tries to reassure, “and I'm letting you know now, that if you don’t like what’s brought to the table he will be shut down immediately, no questions asked.”

She watches you worry at your lower lip, your hand going for the wine glass, “but what if it’s going to help stark hub numbers, what if it brings in viewers from succubus films that can continue to build our rating?”

Pepper reaches out a hand to lay it over yours, “there’s other ways we can still bring in those numbers and higher our ratings,” she answers, “and those viewers that you – the stars of stark hub bring in, you all know what works to drive those numbers.”

“I just wouldn’t want to pass on an opportunity.”

She squeezes your hand, sincere smile pulling at her lips, “and that’s something that you and I can decide tomorrow, I don’t want you worrying about it, we don’t even know that he’s going to pitch that.”

You bring the wine glass to your lips, downing what's left, “your right,” you say as you place the empty glass down, “we’re not sure that’s the idea he’s going to pitch so I shouldn’t worry, at least not till we’re sat down in front of him come tomorrow afternoon.”

“That’s right,” pepper agrees, “and remember no matter what is brought to the table, you can always say no.”

You couldn’t say no.

Though you had known all along that you wouldn’t be able to say no; the thought alone plaguing you all through the night once pepper had left for the evening, and well up until you, Pepper, and Tony had walked into the diner you had promised to meet John Winchester at.

John Winchester, a silver foxed dream on legs; all suave charm, stunning smile, and a way with words. He was ever the gentleman as he took to his feet taking Tony in with a strong yet firm handshake, following that up with a firm press of his lips to not only Peppers but your cheek as well before helping you all into the booth’s seat across from him.

“I really would like to thank you all for agreeing to meet me here,” he begins, “and really Pepper thank you for answering my call last night and giving me this chance.”

Pepper offers him a warm smile, “Of course, it’s like I said over the phone I can definitely pull some strings to make this meeting happen but it’s my star, and my husband's stars that will have the final say in whether your proposition goes through.”

John’s nodding, offering a warm smile of his own, “right well speaking of propositions, I might as well get to why I asked you all here today.”

“That would probably be the best thing to do,” Tony agrees, drawing a smirk from the peppered man before you.

“Right,” he drawls, “well like I mentioned to your wife last night Mr. Stark,” he addresses, “very recently some subscribers of ours have been putting your stars name here in our comments.”

Tony raises a brow, “they have, and what exactly have the comments been saying about my wife’s star?”

“Well to put it in a less explicit manner that they did, a lot of them have been asking to see her with my boys Sam and Dean, they seem to think she’d be the perfect counterpart for my boys to take apart,” his eyes are taking you in, “can’t say I don’t agree,” he hums.

Pepper meets your eyes before she’s looking back at John, “so you’d like for Sam and Dean to work on a video with my star,” pepper questions, to which John nods, “so how does that bring in my husband and his two stars that you mentioned over the phone last night?”

John adjusts himself then, arms folding to the table as he gets in closer, “well aside from your star being mentioned in my comments many of those comments were also mentioning the soldier and captain, to which I assume you handle,” he answers directing the comment to Tony.

Tony’s nodding, “that’s right, cap and the soldier are under my management, but aside from them being mentioned in your comments, why are you asking for them, for my attendance here today, if it’s my wifes star in question.”

“I have quite a few pages of comments from both female and male subscribers asking for your star’s as well Mr. Stark,” John answers, “they all seem to want to see my boys, your boys, and your girl, in one shot together.”

“Y/n has never taken more than two partners at once Mr. Winchester,” Pepper speaks up, “and even then, there are somethings that my star has written off that would need to be consented with her, should she even agree to what you’re about to lay out on the table.”

“Mrs. Stark I may run an alternative film site, and our shots may be a little ‘rougher’ than what stark hub is used to putting out, but I can assure you that should my stars both male and female not consent to a scene it gets scrapped completely, our stars and their safety is always top priority.”

“While that is reassuring, again I'd really like to drive the point that my star has only taken two stars at once, and now you’re wanting us – no, wanting her to add two more stars to a scene.”

“While I am asking to add two more stars to the scene Mrs. Stark, I am in no way saying for them to all tear apart miss y/l/n at once, I'm not sure what you’ve seen of succubus films, but the most a star ever takes on is two men at once, no star of ours is ever asked to take more than two men simultaneously, should that be the case, the other men in question would take turns.”

That grabs your attention, “take turns, so like a gangbang?”

John eyes flit to yours a warm smile kissing his lips, “exactly kid, a gang bang, because if you ask me personally that’s the only way to decently have any actress take on more than two men that’s not comfortable with the thought of more than two partners at once.”

“So, is that what your stars do,” Tony questions pulling John's gaze from yours, “when they’re asked to take more than two of your male stars you title it a gang bang?”

“What other term would you like us to use,” John questions back, “besides it’s not like my star is taking all of them simultaneously, they’re taking turns tearing her apart.”

You can see Pepper visibly grimace at the way John says ‘tearing her apart’, “John,” she speaks up, “you must forgive us, despite the title that we hold in the porn industry we’ve never really had any of our female star's star in a gangbang, they’ve only ever taken two partners at once, with our more seasoned star widow taking three, and it never really crossed our minds to do more what with the rise of our starlet and the soldier, they’ve been our main focus.”

“My wife Pepper here is right,” Tony buts in, “while we know what a gang bang is and I'm sure many of our stars have seen films like that, we personally have not thought to delve into it choosing to work with what is building our numbers now.”

John seems to nod in understanding, “and I understand, all of your stars at stark hub know what sells, and you all sell it so well,” he directs at you, “your numbers should be enough to prove that to just about anyone, and that is why when I called yesterday, I mentioned this proposal as a special project,” Tony raises his brow, “I’d like succubus films to pop stark hubs gang bang cherry.” The table grows quiet as they take in the peppered man's proposition, “say we agree to this,” Tony speaks up first, “can I have you word that we do it only on the terms of my wife’s star?”

“Of course,” John nods almost instantly, “I nor my stars would do something y/n or your stars would be uncomfortable with, I know our films are more on the alternative side of things but like I said consent is very important to me, and if y/n isn’t comfortable with something being laid out, it's going to get scrapped entirely, I promise you have my word,” he directs towards you.

All eyes fall to you then, Pepper reaching for your hand to grab your attention, “y/n, what do you say?”

You look from Pepper to tony, to John, then back to Pepper before your glancing down at the single cup of coffee that been placed down in front of your earlier. Your eyes meet John Winchesters then your lips parting slowly, “yes.”

The air is tense in Pepper’s office, an unreadable expression on both Bucky and Steve’s faces as they take in the information Tony has just presented them after your earlier meeting with John Winchester.

Pepper is the first to clear her throat, lips parting to speak, “I know it’s a lot to take in,” she begins, “and it’ll be something new for not only the three of you, but for the future films of stark hub – this could be a good thing.”

“But a gangbang,” Bucky finally speaks, “we don’t even know the stars of succubus films and you just went and said yes,” he questions eyes meeting yours, “you’ve only ever filmed with rogers and I simultaneously and you’ve just agreed to taking on two more male stars, are you sure this is something you’re ready to do?”

“I wouldn’t be taking the four of you at once,” you answer poorly, “it will all be done to my terms, and my terms alone, and if I should become uncomfortable with any actions being performed than I am allowed to call a stop to all of it.” You know your words aren’t sitting well with the brunette despite the reassurance, his lips set in a thin line as he looks anywhere else but your eyes.

Steve decides then to step in, “will we at least be able to meet Sam and Dean,” he questions, “get to know them before we have to film with them, surely you guys will at least give us that right?”

Tony and Pepper are nodding at the question, “Of course, John will be bringing Sam and Dean hours before we are supposed to shoot to go over what boundaries you have and don’t have, he wants to make sure all stars on this film are comfortable, not only y/n - though she is our main concern for this film.”

“She’s your main concern,” Bucky retorts, “if she was your main concern don’t you think you would be giving her a week to get ready for a film like this? You're only giving her three days to prepare, and hours to get comfortable with men she’s never met before, it took you longer to let her film with me and we work for the same film site!”

“Look Barnes if you’re uncomfortable with the idea just say so,” Tony argues, “but like Pepper said this is something new for all of us, not just you, and it could be something good.”

Bucky’s scoffing, tongue sliding over his bottom lip as he looks at his manager, “something good, well I hope it’s good for all of you because you can count me out,” he mutters as he goes to stand.

Half the room is stunned into silence as Bucky stands, Steve’s hands reaching for his friend to stop him, pull him back down, but the brunette is brushing him off as he moves through the chairs, hand wrapping around the door knob as he makes his exit.

“Great going Stark,” Steve mutters, “Barnes was just looking out for y/n and her safety, he could care less about himself in regards to the pitch of the film and you know it.”

“Steve’s right Tony,” Pepper joins in, “there was no need for that comment towards Barnes, so either you fix it with your star or you call John Winchester himself and tell them we’re out because we’re not doing this without him, he asked for all three of them.”

Tony’s eyes catch yours hands flexing white as he grips the desk – waiting, “m’sorry tony, but if Barnes is out then so am I, the promise of being with two stars I'm most comfortable working with was the only reason I agreed to this film in the first place, I know they’ll take care of me - I trust them to take care of me.”

His jaw locks, tongue running over the skin of his cheek as he looks at you and Steve, your half expecting him to apologize but you’ve come to know the man that stands next to your manager and he isn’t the type to pass one out right away.

“Friday,” comes his reply, “I expect the two of you to be ready by Friday – Barnes presence or not,” he throws in as he pushes off his wife's desk rounding it as he makes his way to the door.

“Tony,” Pepper warns but the man can’t be bothered as he pulls open the door making his way out into the hall.

The office falls quiet again as the door shuts behind Tony, Steve being the first to speak after a minute, “I think the idea is great for numbers, and you’re right Pepper it might be a good experience, I just think we all needed a little heads up for it,” he’s looking at you then, hand falling to your shoulder as he squeezes, “and as for Bucky I'm sure he’ll come around, at least I hope he does, and if not, well you got me, and you know I'll make sure you're comfortable and safe.”

You're offering him a smile, one that you know doesn’t quite reach your eyes as an uncertainty for your decision begins to settle over you. Did you really make the right decision? “Thanks Stevie – and hey you should go find Barnes before Stark does, you know that won’t go well if Tony finds him before you do.”

Steve’s giving you a nod as he goes to stand, “I'll see the two of you Friday then,” he throws in before he’s dismissing himself from the office leaving only you and Pepper.

Pepper and you lock eyes then, “just give me the word and you know I'll call quits to all of this y/n,” she offers, “I know you said yes to John but I'm sure his word will still stand and he’ll call quits to all of it before we can even begin filming.”

“Do you think he’ll come around before Friday?”

Pepper sighs as she leans on her desk hands crossing, “If I'm honest Bucky has never walked out the way he did today – or at least I've never been witness to it so I can’t be sure, but the way he mentioned you before he walked off, well I can only hope we’ll see him Friday morning.”

“And if he doesn’t,” you question.

Pepper raises a brow, “you don’t want to call the film off do you?”

You're heaving a heavy sigh, “I know what good this could be for the site, for us, and it just wouldn’t be right for me to pass on it – look at what I did to finally get my chance with the soldier Pep, it just wouldn’t be me if I passed on this due to being short my favorite counterpart.”

Pepper understands having at the time watched you from the sidelines work your way through some of the finest stars of stark hub, you worked your way through the ranked stars even having stalled because Tony had been so dismissive of your requests to work with the soldier until she herself had shown her husband just how well your numbers were doing compared to the others.

“So what would you like me to do,” she questions.

She watches you mull over your next step, the she sees it, the ‘aha’ moment that flashes across your features, “is there any way you can catch Wilson and Barnes in the same room before Friday?”

Your bosses brows furrow, “Well of course I can Sam, Steve and Bucky all share one dressing room as per their requests – why?”

“Ask Wilson if he’ll be Bucky’s stand in, but make sure Bucky is in the room when you ask him.”

“y/n what exactly are you trying to do,” Pepper questions brow raised.

A tiny smile curls at your lips, “trying to fix your husbands mistakes, so will you do it?”

A mirrored smile pulls at her lips, as she pushes off her desk, “I'll see you Friday, and so will Barnes,” she throws in, smile curving, “so go home, get some rest this week and come Friday morning I better see you in makeup and wardrobe ready to take some cock.”

“Pepper, I never thought I would see the day I heard you say cock,” you grin as you stand.

The blonde throws an arm over your shoulder as she leads you out of the office, “well I'm learning from the best,” she laughs, “now get out of here, I got a gloomy brunette to go find!”

“You don’t think the blush is too much?”

The brush fanning over your cheeks stops altogether, Claire eyeing you down from where she stands between your legs, “who’s the artist here, you or me?”

“Well, I suppose it depends on the art being performed,” you throw back with a pointed stare.

The brush continues to fan over your cheek, “trust me y/n the light you’ll be working under today is going to wash you out, the little amount of blush your used to just isn’t going to cut it.”

“Will it even matter, if it’s all going to be smudged by the end of my shoot?”

The brush once more is stilling over your cheek, meeting it with a soft pat, “one more word out of you and I'm sending you off the chair with half a face.”

“You wouldn’t dare Claire; you know I'd be sitting here a second later,” you retort, at that your met with another soft pat to your cheek, “you nervous,” she questions.

You go quiet, letting her continue to fan the brush over your cheek, “somewhat,” you finally answer after a beat, “I'm not sure what’s getting me more though, the thought of what exactly we’re going to be filming, or the new faces that I'm meeting minutes before.”

Claire hums under her breath, “what we’re doing here today is new, I think everyone, even those not joining in on the film are surprised that we’re doing something like this, but if anyone’s going to take on a project like this and knock it out of the park, it's definitely going to be you.”

A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth, “you think so,” you question receiving a nod in response, “I remember your first debut with the soldier, you were so nervous going in you left a mark of sweat on my seat.”

Your grinning, “you sure it was sweat,” you question coyly which earns you a laugh, “there she is,” she takes a seat on the chair before you, hands falling to your bare legs, “you’re going to do amazing on that set tonight, and just watch those subscribers there at succubus films after watching are gonna come crawling on over just for another look at you.”

“Can I take you to set with me?”

Claires putting a hand to her chest in faux hurt, “and watch four men destroy all my hard work?”

A laugh slips from your lips, “I promise they won’t destroy it that bad, maybe just the mascara and the lipstick.” She raises a brow, “you’ve seen yourself after a set with the soldier and cap right, your lashes are barely intact by the end of the film, like honestly what is Bucky doing to you?”

“Showing her a good time hopefully.”

Claires eyes are slotting over your shoulder a smile curling at her lips, “m’sure it's more than a good time with the state you leave her in Barnes – it's good to see you, you come to get y/n already?”

You bring yourself to look over your shoulder then letting a smile pull at your lips, he was here.

“Yeah, Pepper asked me if I would mind coming for her, we just finished meeting with Sam and Dean, good guys,” he adds as he meets your eyes continuing to close the distance between the two of you, “set though, it's definitely something new, but it’s a good new.”

He stops a foot short of the two of you, a silence falling over the three of you, a beat passes then Claire clearing her throat as she shifts, “well I'll leave the two of you too it,” her eyes move to Bucky as she stands, “make sure y’all don’t mess her up to bad.”

Bucky’s chuckling low, “no worries Claire, you know she’s gonna be in good hands, I'll make sure of it.”

Claire’s leaving the two of you with a comforting squeeze to your shoulder and a promise that you tell her all about it before your next set. Bucky’s offering you a hand then, helping you slide from the makeup chair that you were perched in. He lets out a low a whistle as his eyes rake over your barely clothed form, the laces of your heel winding high up the expanse of your exposed legs.

Warmth settles in your cheeks, a heat curling in your gut, “you like what you see Barnes, m’honestly surprised you’re here, thought Wilson would be taking your spot today.” A small smile curls at the corner of his mouth, a deep chuckle brewing in his chest as he pulls you in, “you really think I would have given Wilson my spot, man wouldn’t have let me hear the end of it had I told Pepper yes.”

“Is that why you’re here,” you find yourself asking, “because Sam wouldn’t have let you live it down?”

You can see the tick in Bucky’s jaw, “course it’s not, Sam wasn’t the one I was concerned about, I’m here for you, I'm here because I want to make this good for you.”

Something warm settles in your chest, a smile pulling at your lips, “did you guys settle on a line up for who goes first?”

His brows furrow in question, “we were going to wait till I brought you to set discuss that, why?”

You bring a hand between the two of you, fingers running along his jaw, dancing down to his chest, “because I want you to be my last.”

You’re flanked on each side of the black velvet couch you’re sat on, a heavy calloused hand sits on one thigh holding you open, while the other hand is buried between your legs two fingers pressed into your heat stretching your walls.

Your eyes want to slip shut, let yourself freefall into the pleasure coiling in your groin, but he holds your gaze ocean greys, nearly black as he and cap watch the other party work you open.

“a pretty little thing isn’t she,” the green-eyed Winchester hums from beside you, “always so good, so ready to please, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

You don’t answer quick enough for the youngest Winchester with kaleidoscope eyes, his large hand meeting the soft skin of your thigh rather harshly a sharp contrast to the pleasure still building inside of you. Your head is snapping to his; wide eyed and parted red lips. He looks displeased as he speaks, “he asked you a question,” he leans in fingers gripping skin, “answer - now.”

You're swallowing the knot in your throat, head turning slowly to meet the eyes of the eldest brother, he raises a brow waiting for the answer you should have given from the start. “Yes sir.”

His fingers continue to pump in and out, the soft squelch of your slick meeting the still quietness of the room. He hums pleased with your answer, a smirk tugging at the corner of his pink lips, “you see wasn’t so hard was it, you like to be good don’t you,” he questions, “want you to show my pals here just how good you can be, think you can do that for me?”

This time your verbal answer comes without hesitation, your eyes sliding back to those ocean greys. There's a tick that rests in his jaw, likely from the slap of skin meeting skin earlier, though he had promised before filming began that he would make sure you weren’t hurt, there was some instances in which you knew there would be pain inflicted for pleasure, for views.

Dean’s fingers slid from your wet cunt then, slick coating his two digits, he brings them to your lips, “open,” your lips part, tongue slipping from your mouth to meet his fingers, “close.” He purrs delightedly as he watches you clean yourself off his fingers, a tangy, yet sweet taste coating your tongue. It's all so new; yes, you had tasted yourself on the soldier's tongue before, his tongue dancing sweetly with yours, but your taste had never hit like this.

“Trying to share you with my pals,” he husks, “but kind of want you all to myself now, show them how good you can be before they get a taste of you for themselves.”

Dean disregards any answer that lays on your tongue, eyes meeting his brothers as he gives him a look. Sam has obviously seen this look before because the hand that isn’t resting – gripping your thigh finds the back of your head to force you forward. “On your knees,” he grits as he pushes you off the velvet couch.

Your knees hit the floor first, the fall anything but graceful but you know it wasn’t meant to be.

“Easy there soldier,” you hear Dean husk from behind you, “can assure you my girls not new to being on her knees before.”

The soldier's jaw is tense, eyes darkening over completely as he looks at the men behind you, “m’sure she isn’t but I think the two of you need a lesson on how to actually treat a woman.”

Sam’s laughing next to you, chuckle throaty, “maybe you’re not treating your girl the way she really wants to be treated, but why not let us show you.” You can feel dean shift forward at his brothers' words, and it's not long before he makes you aware of his presence his hand finding the back of your neck tilting your head back towards him. His eyes are already on yours, pink lips curled upwards as he looks down at you.

His other hand grips your chin rather roughly, tilting your to face him as he gets his lips on you for the first time since you met him not even thirty minutes ago. It’s all teeth and tongue as he really kicks things off, there’s no slow dancing, no tiptoeing around one another, its hot and its fast.

You let yourself get lost in the kiss, letting yourself get a feel for your new counterpart, but it's not long till you feel the other brother join in, his hand finding your chest, pulling – no ripping at the fabric that concealed your chest.

The chill of the room is instant, nipples hardening as the fabric falls away entirely. “Look at these tits,” he grunts by your ear, “can’t wait to get my mouth on these.” You pop away in a sloppy gasp from dean’s mouth as Sam follows through on his promise of getting his mouth on your chest.

“Thought I was the tits guy in the family,” dean chuckles the warmth of his breath fanning over your cheek as he holds you in place.

Chopped moans of pleasure spill from your lips as Sam ravishes your breasts with his mouth, tongue licking over your smooth skin as he pays special attention to each one. “Look at her, she loves it – hey Sammy why don’t you show our friends here just how much she loves it.”

You can feel the shaggy brunette grin against your skin, his hands dipping down between your thighs to spread them open, from the way you’re kneeled it makes for easy access to get down between your legs, his fingers pulling your lace panties to the side, as he dips two fingers into you folds spreading you out to expose the slick shine pulled in your heat. Sam’s groaning against your chest, teeth nipping at the skin he can get too, “she’s fucking wet dean, need to get my mouth on her, see if she tastes as good as she feels.”

A deep chuckle builds in Deans chest as he presses a wet kiss to your cheek, head dipping as he tilts your neck to lick and nip at the skin there. Your moans are breathy, pussy throbbing with want as you let the brothers ravish your body.

“You know Sammy I invited cap and the soldier here to see how good she could be, how good we could give it to her, I think it's only fair we let them join in, can’t be the only ones having fun now.”

The noise Sam lets out is akin to a growl of frustration, his movements even quicker as he stands grabbing you like a rag doll as he pulls you up and over his shoulder. His strides are smooth as he moves to the couch that was across from where you sat previously, letting your body fall to the floor right between the soldier and cap.

Sam looms over the three of you, Dean closing the distance between himself and the group just as gracefully as Sam dropped you to the floor. “Feel free to get your hands on any part of her you’d like but that mouth is mine,” he grins, he slaps his brothers arm then, “don’t get too greedy now, m’sure my pals here want a taste as well, don’t you,” he questions eyes meeting the soldiers.

Sam’s hands guided you back down onto the cool floors of the set, his body slipping between your legs to rip at the flimsy fabric that concealed your heat, his mouth all but enveloping you. The mewls that slip from your lips are all but short lived as Dean drops to his knees next to your head. You hear the telltale of a zipper being pulled down, the tops of his black slacks falling open revealing bare skin and a hard cock.

His eyes twinkle as they catch your line of sight, “always like to come prepared sweetheart, don’t like to really fret over wearing boxers,” he adds as he crawls in closer, cock now pulled out from the confines of the black slacks. “Open that mouth for me, let me feel how good Sammy’s eating that pussy out.”

Your lip's part at the command and Deans wastes no time in sliding into your mouth, his head falling back as he sheathes himself into your hot, wet, mouth “fuck that feels so good, this mouth was made for taking cock,” he grunts giving a tentative thrust once he’s fully seated inside.

The groan Sam pulls from you goes straight to Dean’s cock, and the once tentative thrusts of his hips, become quick little jabs into your mouth. Tears are quick to pull into your eyes, spit dripping from your mouth to coat over Deans cock. “Sammy,” he groans as he fucks into your mouth, “whatever you're doing down there, don’t stop.”

The vibration of Sam’s chuckle has you rolling your hips into his mouth chasing the pleasure his tongue brings you. A whine almost leaves your full lips when he pulls his mouth away to speak, “don’t think she wants me to stop either, what did you say about not being greedy?”

A groan is leaving deans lips as he gets his hands around your head holding you in place as he really fucks into you, “few more minutes Sammy, besides,” he grunts, “maybe then they’ll be so worked up for her they’ll give it to her the way she deserves.”

Your mouth is sore by the time Dean pulls away, mascara and spit coating your face in streaks as he sits back on his haunches to get a look at you. “All fucked out and messy,” he murmurs as he wipes at your face, “you think you can be good for the soldier sweetheart, open that mouth up for him like you did for me, get him real nice and sloppy for him to fuck you?”

The thought of the soldier being within arm's reach is enough to have you nodding eagerly like the whore that he calls you. Dean shifts over beckoning the soldier to drop to his knees by you. The soldier seems just as eager as you are, his pants already pulled low around his hips, cock held in his hand as he gives himself a few strokes.

You have half a mind to reach out and swat his hand away, “she must really like your cock,” you hear Dean mention, though your mind scratches like a record when an all too well-known bearded face falls between your legs his tongue delving into your heat like a man starved.

When had Sam and Cap switched?

It's not long before the soldier is chasing his own pleasure, his cock lining up with your parted lips, a cock you take all too eagerly down. “it’s because she knows what she likes,” you hear the soldier groan an answer to an earlier question from the green eyed man parked next to him.

You know the soldiers smug at your eagerness to please and be pleased by the men who have taken the spots of the previous. You also know that it doesn’t sit to well with the green-eyed Winchester as he decides to move things along.

All too soon cap is being pulled from your wanting, yet sensitive heat only to be replaced by the first cock of the evening.

Dean’s sets a brutal pace as he fucks into your slick heat, no longer is there an eagerness to please, more of a release to be chased. The grip he has on you is hard enough to have you pulling off the soldiers' cock as your groans of pleasure fill the sets room. “What was that you said about her knowing what she likes,” dean questions cockily, “seems like she’s not too sure.”

He wants a reaction from the soldier, wants the pleasure he’s bringing to you, the screams he’s pulling from you to get to the soldier, it does, but he’s not the only one aching for a turn.

It’s unlike anything you’ve experienced before; it's all too much and not enough all at once, there’s hands gripping at your body, cocks being shoved in your face, pressed into your hands, and in your daze of pleasure you take them all.

“Fuck look at her,” dean grunts as his thrusts become erratic, the overwhelming urge to cum taking hold, “barely taking her first cock and she's already so hung up on cock she can’t even think straight can you sweetheart?” You're letting out a groan over a mouthful of cap’s cock, “that’s alright,” he grits out, hands gripping your hips tighter, “just take what we give you like the good girl you are, gonna take this cum and keep you plugged up with it.”

The thought has you shuddering as another orgasm washes over you, the first load of cum painting your walls. Deans only barely fallen back onto his haunches when Sam is sliding in matching his brothers' thrusts. Unlike Dean, Sam’s thumb is swiveling over your clit almost instantly the need to chase his end as great as the need to bring you to yours.

The hands are back again, your mouth empty as Cap falls closer to Sam waiting eagerly for his turn. You know it won’t be long before he’s occupying the spot the shaggy brunette currently occupies. “You should feel her,” Sam gets out through a groan, his own end closing in on him, “not used to having a pussy as wet and sloppy as hers but fuck she’s still so fucking tight, aren’t you?”

The words die on your tongue as white spots fill your vision, your own end washing over you in a wave of pulses, “FUCK,” Sam moans as your pussy squeezes his cock like a vice, milking him for every last drop of cum.

You want to turn away then, to roll away from the wandering hands, and gentle touches, you want to call cut but then Cap is getting ahold of you, his warm hands coaxing you open for him, his cock sliding in slowly inch by inch tills Hes sheathed and seated inside of you. Tears pool in your eyes, your pussy all too sensitive to the touches and stretch of another cock filling you.

A hand lands on your cheek drawing your eyes open to find a pair awaiting ocean greys. “Doing so good for us sugar, been taking us all so well, bet your so full.” Your humming in response, lips parting as Cap brings you to another peak of blinding pleasure. “Keep those eyes on me,” he murmurs, thumb running over your cheek, “want to see how pretty you look when you cum.” For a moment it feels like a regular scene, a scene with only you, the cap, and the soldier. The cum dripping from your pussy and onto the wooden floor reminds you otherwise.

“Fuck,” you hear cap groan, “m’not gonna last much longer, need you to come with me, wanna feel you squeeze this cock.” It’s the soft praise from the soldier that has you falling over the edge with Cap, you vision blurring as wave after wave of pleasure consumes you and take you under.

A body covering your own brings you back, your eyes slip open dazily as you take in the soldiers concerned features that only you can see from this angle. “How are you doing,” he questions as he slips into your heat, “you need me us to stop?” You’re shaking your head, arms and legs wrapping around the burly brunette, “don’t stop,” you find yourself breathing, “want you, needed you.”

The soldier leans down his forehead connecting with your own, breathing you in as he gives a tentative roll of his hips. His cock drags in and out of you, at a slow toe-curling pace. Your body writhing against his as your heels dig into his ass to press him closer to you, you need to feel him, you want to feel all of him as he presses in deep.

The soldier senses your urgency changing the angle up on the two of you as he unwraps your legs from his waist, hauling one over his shoulder the other gripped tightly in his hand as he spreads you out. This angle gets him in deeper, a gasp catching in your throat, “fuck,” you moan, “fuck right there,” you gasp.

You didn’t know you had any more in you.

“You like that, it feel good” he grunts thrust jarring you, “gonna take another load,” he hums, “can’t wait to watch it drip out of you, get all messy for me.”

Your eyes roll back at his promised words, “please soldat, give me all your cum, wanna feel you spill inside of me.”

Out of the corner of your eye you can see clint and the crew move behind Bucky the other stars having cleared the space for them to get in. You want to cry in relief at the telltale sign of a nearing end.

A few more hard thrusts and his thumb sweeping over your clit has you shouting out his name in a breathy moan.

Your back arches, thighs trembling as the waves of pleasure wash over you for a final time. The soldier continues to push into you, harsh breaths falling from his lips dragging out your orgasm as his takes over, your name tumbling from his lips as he falls over you once more. He slumps forward his face falling into your neck as he takes in a shuddering breath. Though it doesn’t last too long as he slips out of you falling onto your side to give clint and the Winchesters their award winning cum shot.

A lazy and fucked out grin tugs at your lips at Clints low whistle, “never seen so much cum,” you hear him say through your daze, “definitely never thought I'd see the day she didn’t shy away – and that’s a wrap y’all cut the check!”

The set is a low buzz of commotion as the wrap up is called, Sam, Dean, and John all stopping by your still strewn form on the floor to thank you for a great set, and with the promise that you would be up for another film soon. You were sure what came out of your lips was unintelligible as pepper quickly swooped in for the save, promising the men as she walked them off the set to contact them when she thought you’d be ready for another round.

“Ready for another round,” Bucky hums in thought from next to you pulling your gaze towards him, “I don’t even think I'm ready for another round and I'm not even the one that got fucked.”

That pulls a laugh out of you, a groan accompanying it as you rolled over lazily onto your side to face him fully, “not sure I want another round of that,” you answer. Bucky leans over propping himself onto his elbow his finger brushing the hair from your face, “you wouldn’t do something like this again?”

You're shaking your head, “while I don’t mind it, I think I prefer having you as my first, and my last.” A grin tugs at Bucky’s lips, his body dipping forward as his lips meet yours for the first time that evening, “know you’re not ready for another round, but what about a shower, you think you’re ready for that?”

Your smiling into his lips, “as long as you’re there.”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #pornstar!au #pornstar!bucky #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic

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brightnote · 4 months

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What Comes to Light gets AI cover art!

In the second installment of my Maria Hill: Stark Era AO3 series Maria and Tony deal with the aftermath of their abduction and the discovery of a Stark tech disabling device that they stole from the crime scene. Two Hydra-affiliated FBI agents who are working on the Stark/Hill abduction investigation want the device back and start to make investigators question Hill and Stark's complicity in the events of A Shot in the Dark. Maria gets surprise help from former SHIELD agent, Jimmy Woo. Other Marvel characters in this series: Pepper Potts, Natasha Romanoff, Melinda May, Mallory Book, Phil Coulson, Nick Fury, Steve Rogers, Rhodey, Elizabeth Hill, Matt Murdock, Talos, Justin Hammer (referenced reperatedly) and original characters: Yuri (from A Shot in the Dark), Agent McCue (referenced in a A Shot in the Dark), Botinki the calico bodega cat, and more!

The last image really covers so much of the things that happened in What Comes to Light, and the only additional prompt from the first two images was "and a shadowy male figure in the background" and i got Yuri, Botinki, a creepy shadowy FBI agent, flowers, Maria has a bag, IDK i was just like wait so many things happening in this cover art that is relevant!!

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gildeddlily · 6 months

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side characters ONly can be gay!!11!1! yep

I could write an essay about the way Marvel is just the reflection of how mass media deals with the queer representation "problem" nowadays

(I should study for my exam but fuck it I have time)

first of all, how many queer characters actually are part of mcu's big ass cast?

Searching on the internet they'll tell you about twenty- but it's enough to read who is queer to understand that they only care about seeming all woke and you know, kind and allies and all that good shit, but the truth is that if you're queer you'll get no more than five minutes of screen time

Loki is a bisexual genderfluid god, it's canon in the comics and in the shows/film, but does he actually acts on it? like, does he ever talk about the men he had a thing with? does he talk about his gender identity? no. and you know what, I don't want a long speech about feeling accepted and finding your place in the world and understanding yourself, I'd be ok with him being like "yk what, i feel like cunt today" and poof tom hiddleston is no more man.

we have a two second shot were he's labeled as genderfluid. that's it. he has a love story arc with his female alternative version.

like saying the bar can't get lower- all the time there's a man at his side, and they're so queer coded guys. they are so fucking queer coded. they'd have all the potential to be a good couple, and they prob could since Loki is canonically attracted to males too! but no.

let's choose the female you over the dilf grabbing your waist and telling you that you're more, that you matter and have a chance to be good.

can Loki count as representation? maybe.

it's shitty representation, tho.

then there's America.

America's a lesbian, daughter of two lesbian women, and they were proud of it probably- if it weren't for the fact that America's there, she live the adventure, and she has a lgbtqia pin. a pin. all her identity is expressed in a pin.

one could say, but the film is not ab America and her non-male partner, is about the story yk?

then why does every fucking marvel film features a man and a woman being in a relationship?

i guess that when it's about man Tony Stark and woman Pepper Potts everything's ok, you can give all the minutes you want to their sweet relationship- but if they're queer I'm sorry, the best thing you'll have is a pin.

then a few gays out there.

random man in endgame missing his bf. random girl in hawkeye mentioning her wife (slay). that one sexy dora milaje who has a sexier gf. slay you too ig. that Eternals guy who kissed his bf on screen (first time ever, and they feel revolutionary. fucking 2021).

the only thing that can be saved is Thor 3/4 because of Taika Waititi. the queerness is something Taika did because he wanted to.

Ragnarok's about this dude, his bi brother, this guy who flirts with both of them and has orgies with all kind of beings, a lesbian valkyrie and a gay rock. Love and Thunder is about this guy, his bamf ill girlfriend, a lesbian valkyrie who's trying to find some girl to eat out, a gay rock that ends up having strange sex with his bf, and greek people fainting after seeing said guy's naked body. (and that weird moment between Thor and Peter? that was made to be gay guys)

while it's not perfect, it's one step above everything else.

Taika Waititi's film's queerness is not there for looking more inclusive, it's there because gay people are there, we actually exist dude, and they deserve their space, and they should have it.

and like Taika Waititi's said, the world will be healed when people will stop saying "oh you know that new marvel series? yes, there's a gay gal in there", when people will treat queer people like the people they actually are.

it's like walking around in a forest and being like "oh look, a tree!". we aren't a different species ffs

representation is good, and of course gay characters sometimes are gonna be just there on the side cheering on the main character- because that's how life goes. I'm the cheering-from-the-side girl queer friend to my straight friend, and mcu stories are told by straight people, so it's kinda natural that we're kinda useless.

the thing that really, really makes me want to cry our is how they're able to destroy any queer "lead" they put here for us, for me, and I'm starting to believe behind those scripts there are some seriously repressed gay dude who can only express themselves by writing those things.

like Steve and Bucky? the classic we're best friends and we totally didn't have sex?

or Bucky and Sam?

why was the chair scene necessary? If i see something like that happening to a woman and a man my first thought is "they're a thing", and it was the first thing I thought with Sam and Bucky too- but ofc people will tell us "y are you making everyone gay?" it's not my fault princess it's the writers'

or, again, Loki and Mobius?

"you can be good, just in case no one ever told you" WHAT THE HELL DUDE

and you know, those things can be said between two friends too, but people gets disperate. I get disperate, after watching hours upon hours of two guys eye-fucking each other and ending up being all "yeah bro i love you this is my girlfriend amy". so I wrote, I draw, I think about them being "hey dude, d'you want to be the amy to my myself?" because the alternity is writing a fic about a random man who says he misses his husband on a three second scene.

(in a fandom like good omens I don't have to worry about it. I have my queer besties, my fav lesbian couple, and a lot of representation.)

so.

mcu's representation is bad representation.

every time they write a queer characters they're all "you see that? we did that!" like they did something special- but they didn't.

they write gays for the straight, in order to feel better about themselves and make straight racist sexist homophobic ppl (the "I'm inclusive guys!!!" kind of person) watching it feel better ab themselves.

(I'm not gonna start talking about the fact that this entire post talks more than anything else about the way the mcu treats women, bc it's a rabbit hole I'm not ready to talk ab cause I've been jumping in it for too many years.)

(sorry anon ily)

10/20 edit: valkyrie is bi my bad🧎‍♀️

#lgbtqia representation #lgbtq community #queer #marvel #i hate marvel #mcu #mcu loki #loki season 2 #america chavez #bucky barnes #mobius #lokius #sam wilson #bad representation #they make me so mad

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 1 year

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Following Along (Tony Stark X Son!Reader) *PARENTAL

Characters: Tony Stark X Son!Reader, Peter Parker X Male!Reader (Platonic)

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of serial killer, mention of dead body(s) (Both vague)

Request: How about a fic Tony Stark X Son Reader fic, where reader of a Sherlock type when it comes to his deduction, intelligence but also sometimes callous behaviour. Maybe Tony makes him hang out with Peter and his friends and it ends up him then following him around while he handles a case and it ends up with the Avengers tailing him.

Tony had known ever since his son was just a few months old that he was a little… quirky. He never really interacted with other kids at nursery or on playdates, and while other toddlers played with shapes and blocks, either together or alone, whenever Tony picked up Y/N and asked what he’d gotten up to, the answer was always something that was always… off. Like the time you made a poster detailing different bugs in the garden, drawing them and how they were different, or another day when you spent the entire time investigating and locating a little girl’s lost dinosaur toy, which sounded really sweet until the caretaker had to tell him that when you found it in another kid’s backpack, you dumped it out in front of everyone, pointed to the kid and called him a thief and made the kid cry.

Now, any normal parent would show at least some concern about their kid’s behaviour, maybe put them in therapy, try and get that behaviour out of them. However, Tony saw something in you that stood out. You liked to investigate. You liked knowing things, you liked to solve puzzles, and as you grew older, this continued and grew, and instead of punishing you for being rather blunt or rude at times, especially when you pointed things out about you, Tony instead set up a simple rule of “You can only do that if the person was being mean in the first place or you have a good reason to” and gave you frequent tasks to keep you occupied. That worked fine for the most part, until you reached middle school. That was when he started getting called into the school because of incidents.

It switched between you being bullied for being weird and quiet and rude at times, and you pulling stunts that always seemed to blow up and cause drama among the school. Like the time you blasted one of your classmates and bullies in the middle of an assembly for stealing other student’s work to get an award, even providing proof then and there, or the time when a teacher called in Tony about your behaviour, and you pointed out that you had been doing all your work and extra, and also that she was picking on you and suggested she stop unless she wanted her affair with another teacher to be announced over the speakers the next morning. All with a straight face, no mischievous smirk, or a glint of malice in your eye. It was also around that time when Tony suggested that you set up your own amateur detective agency, partially to hopefully help you in the process of pursuing a job you would clearly strive in, and also to stop you from investigating and exposing your teacher’s affairs.

Well, that amateur detective agency, where you started off with helping students with their own problems, very quickly became far more professional when you started taking on older, paying clients and being an actual private detective in the city, gathering information for people, and in more than one occasion, actually working with the police with it. Needless to say, Tony had to ask Bruce to get in touch with his cousin as an emergency rep in case any of this backfired, though you assured your dad you had been working with another lawyer called Murdock or something on some cases.

Tony had a lot of mixed feelings now about your job that you were doing. On one page he was immensely proud of you, and he knew this was only the start of a successful career and he was already prepared to help you set up an actual office for you when you were old enough, he loved to hear from you about your latest successful case, and when you came to him for his opinion on your cases to look for leads and he got to see your mind at work. On the other side, he was worried about you. You stepped on the cop’s toes often, and your lack of filter frequently got you in trouble with them, and then there were the dangerous cases with high profile crime involved where you were at actual risk of being hurt, and of course, the long standing problem of your lack of social life, and it especially worried him since you just started High School.

“Peter, can I ask you a huge, huge favour, and I’m being completely serious.” Tony asked of his intern on one of the rare times Peter was on base to update his suit. Peter looked up from where he was doing some homework, waiting for the update to be complete to look at Tony.

“Of course Mr Stark, what can I do?” Peter inquired, admittedly maybe a bit too excitedly.

“As you know, I have a son- Y/N. He’s not the best socially, and he has this private detective work going on outside of school, and it’s actually getting pretty serious. He told me about a new case he’s started, and I feel like he might actually get in trouble- can you just watch him please? Make sure he’s not in any actual danger?” Tony asked. “I don’t want you to feel like this is a babysitting job- it’s really not. Y/N’s cases are usually actual criminal cases, but he’s a year younger than you and I’m genuinely worried his bluntness is gonna get him in serious trouble with the wrong people.”

“I can do that!” Peter assured him with a smile. He of course knew about Y/N Stark’s private detective work, people talked about it who were in middle school with you as well as the stunts you pulled, and quite often people would ask if you were involved in a recently solved case, and sometimes you answered in the affirmative, so he knew that you were in serious stuff. “Would you like me to be with him or tail behind or..?”

“Tailing won’t work, he’ll notice immediately. Just tell him you want to follow along and be his back up if anything goes south- he worked out you were Spiderman before I did, you’re not gonna hide anything from him.” Tony explained. Peter didn’t have time to properly process the fact that you knew who he was before he’d already accepted his task and had left the base to prepare for tomorrow.

When Peter arrived to school the next day, as soon as he entered the school, he was greeted by MJ and Ned, who could see he was on a mission and had something on his mind as soon as he came in. “What’s going on?” MJ asked as she watched him look around the hallways, over people’s heads.

“I might need to skip school today. Mr Stark’s given me the task to follow his son around on a case he’s doing. It’s dealing with some serious crime so he wants me to be there in case things go sideways.” Peter explained to them.

“An actual criminal case?” Ned asked, and Peter nodded. “Any idea what it is?”

“No, Mr Stark didn’t state, but I’m gonna ask Y/N when I join him.” Peter answered.

“Can we tag along?” MJ asked, leaning on the line of lockers.

“Uh… are you sure? It might be dangerous.” Peter asked, wide eyed, getting a nod from the girl, and Ned got an excited grin on his face. “Okay, but if we actually get in trouble, run at the first chance you get, okay? I’ll worry about Y/N.” Peter told them, and after getting the affirmative, the three of them went on the search for you.

For Tony, he took no news as good news. He’d not heard anything on the news, Peter hadn’t called or texted, neither had you, and FRIDAY was silent about anything to do with the spider suit. It took that as things were going more than smoothly, you and Peter were playing nice, and hopefully you’ll have a new friend by the end of the day, and so he let himself relax a little bit and actually focus on his work.

It wasn’t until Pepper waltzed into his lab that he realised something was up, since she came in around the same time everyday; 5pm, long after school had finished, when you should be home, when FRIDAY would let him know Peter was using the suit. Something was off. He wasn’t sure if it something was exactly wrong, but it was off at least. His first course of action was to drop a text to Peter, asking how the case had gone, presuming by now it would be over and done with and maybe the kids had lost track of time and maybe were busy just being teenagers and having fun. He watched the screen after sending the message for a few seconds, watching as Peter read it, and started to respond, before the text popped up for him to see.

We’re still working on it

Now THAT was weird. It was vague with no details, almost like Peter was busy or focussed on something else. Tony didn’t feel great about that, and so immediately called his son, turning to Pepper who had been watching him since she came in, trying to figure out why he was suddenly in a panic with her showing up. After a few rings, you answered. “Dad I’m kind of busy right now.” You answered him

“Y/N, can you give me an idea of what’s happening? You’re usually home by now and I’ve not heard a peep from you all day.” He asked, glancing at Pepper who immediately understood what was happening. “Is Peter with you?”

“Yes. And Ned. And MJ. They’re being really helpful, thanks for sending them.” You answered, your voice being slightly muffled with the sound of fabric, and Tony could tell you had the phone pressed between your head and shoulder. “You know how I was hired to track that man’s movements before he went missing?”

“Yes, it’s in the newspaper, your biggest case- insanely proud- did you find something big?”

“Oh yeah he’s the victim of a serial killer and I’m working on finding the other victims and the killer.” You answered him far too calmly for your father’s liking.

“What- how are you doing that? Please tell me you got the police involved and you’re not planning to go body hunting as an after school activity- where’s Peter and the others?” Tony demanded towards you.

“Of course I’ve got the police involved- I sent them to look for the bodies in the places I think they are about… 4 hours ago? Anyway- dad can you get FRIDAY on the call please I need her. Peter forgot his spider suit.” You requested, answering a few questions your father had but adding so many more. FRIDAY, at the mention of her name immediately inserted herself.

“How can I help Mr Stark? She inquired, her inserting herself immediately putting your call onto speaker. Pepper came to Tony’s desk and stood beside Tony, who put his phone down on the desk and just leant over to put his head in his hands.

“FRIDAY, I need to narrow down who lives on Gallow Way, New York. We’re looking for a Man, within the 40 to 60 age range, possibly married in the past but now divorced and living alone.” You detailed.

“Y/N Stark you better not be thinking of confronting a killer!” Pepper spoke up, and silence fell over the phone.

“Does it help if Peter’s here, police are on route and his technique for killing isn’t a gun?” You inquired to her.

“Absolutely not- stay right there, I’m coming.” Tony ordered, calling his suit and immediately flying out the building to go collect his son and intern. In retrospect, he guessed he should have known that Peter would get caught up in your shenanigans and aid you in them rather than calming you down in these situations. Still, he was just glad that you had Peter with you- that did make him feel a little bit better in the prospect that you did face off against a serial killer. Not a thing he thought he’d be saying to himself when he became a father.

By the time he got there, the police were already there, having already arrested the man and were searching the house, and he spotted his son talking with an officer who was taking extensive notes, Peter, MJ and Ned not far away. He walked over to them first, and they saw him as soon as he landed and straightened up a little as he walked up to them. “What I’d miss?” He asked, before quickly adding “Please tell me you didn’t see a dead body.”

“No, we were just following the person’s last movements before I guess Y/N realised he’d seen something similar and quizzed us on some other missing people to see what we knew. We did a bit of googling for more information before Y/N announced it’s a serial killer and sort of just… put together a description of what the guy would be like who did this, looked at a map and picked some spots where the bodies could be then called the cops.” Michelle explained to him in a confused tone, which was understandable.

“Have they found anything yet?” He asked next.

“Apparently they did find something at one the spots Y/N highlighted a few minutes ago… which is terrifying.” Ned commented. Tony nodded quietly, before going on his phone, selecting a few things, before looking back at the kids in front of him.

“Alright, a private car will be here in 5 minutes, it’ll take you home, okay? Peter, do you want to go with them?” Tony asked, getting a rushed nod from the teen, and Tony was starting to regret asking him to tag along with your antics. Maybe he’d been too lenient with you. Maybe he should restrict what cases you can take on…

“Mr Stark?” Tony glanced up from his thoughts at the sound of Peter, humming to tell him he was acknowledged. “If Y/N has any big cases again, can I tag along? Other than the whole serial killer thing… it was kind of fun and interesting. I learnt some things that could help me if I need to do my own investigations.” Peter requested, getting slightly wide eyes in response.

“Uh… sure, just ask Y/N beforehand to be sure he’s comfortable with it, okay?” Tony responded, and Peter grinned and nodded, before Tony turned and started to make his way over to his son, still rambling to the cop who on close inspection almost looked frazzled. “Y/N.” He called, making you stop and turn to face him.

“Hi dad, I’m nearly done here, just letting them know what kind of things they need to be looking for in the house and stuff.”

“I’m sure they can figure it out with the extensive notes you’ve already had them writing. Say anymore and they might thing you’re the killer, not the detective.” He joked with you, giving an apologetic smile to the cop as he took your shoulder to pull you away. “If you have any other questions don’t be afraid to call us- I’m sure he’ll be happy to help.” He excused, starting to lead you away. “Did you go in the house?”

“No. But I did snoop in the back-” Tony interrupted you with a sigh. He swore you were going to be the death of him one of these days.

Hope you like it! Sorry for the super slow posts, I’ve been overwhelmed recently with things I need to do and it’s making me not want to do anything creative. If you have any questions, please send them in!

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