Okay I hope you guys like this, I’m not finished with the new episode of Mind Control so I whipped up this little smut head cannon of Bucky and My o/c I think it’s funny how I’ve been reading Dan fiction on tumblr since 2016 and I still can’t figure out how to properly type a fan fiction formatting here. I’m sorry you have to look at this ugly text lol I promise I’ll figure it out. This o/c does belong to me, and this has nothing to do with the on going story I just wanted a steamy little scene between them that I may not get to right away in the story. This actually isn’t like smut it’s just a little spicy side piece/situation I had in the drafts on my phone so yea lol hope you enjoy!!! Pls follow me
Yasmeena may come off as a resilience, haughty black woman. However, Bucky knew better, he knew the cotton soft layer that was buried beneath the surface. He knew so well because he was the same at one point, Bucky has learned to soften a bit. He reminds himself everyday to thank the people of Wakanda for taking him in, and repairing him when no one else would. Yasmeena was part of that team, she wouldn’t visit him often, but when she did, she’d use her powers to pull repressed memories out of his brain.
At times like that it got dark, sometimes remembering the faces, and moments of the people he murdered felt like the equivalent to being stabbed…painful. His mind wonders off to their first encounter, Bucky chuckled at how much he thought he hated Yasmeena.
Bucky dropped to his knees before the beautiful, brown skinned woman in front of him . His head felt like it was on fire, even his tears stung in his eyes.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Bucky questioned out of breath.
He thought Steve left him here to get better, but instead he felt like he was going through HYDRA’s torture all over agin. She didn’t answer, this pained Yasmeena too, but it is what must be done. She couldn’t fail again, not this time.
“Why damn it, answer me!” Bucky screamed back, his teeth clinched tight. He hated her so much, he hated her almost as much as he hated HYDRA.
She took in a deep breath, purple like flames grew from her hands, Yasmeena floated over to the broken soldier. Elegantly landing on her feet, she closed the small gap between them. She reached a hand down to his bowed head, looked him in his blue eyes.
“You must feel the pain first, in order to heal, and you are not going through this pain alone, what you feel I feel too.”
Bucky couldn’t look away when she began to pull her pants down. Even though they were kind of in the middle of a crisis situation, neither one of them can deny the tension between them. She was so beautiful, her soul was beautiful, her hair, the way she cared for it. Each strand beautiful curled by her own delegate fingers, her skin always seemed to glow no matter the time of day. Bucky was completely amazed by Yasmeena, his eyes dropped the the bleeding gash that was going up her thigh.
He frowned deeply, just thinking about how they possibly ruined her beautiful skin, how they hurt her, and he wasn’t there to help again.
“Don’t mind the stretch marks, I’ve gotten fat on vacation last year.” Yasmeena joked to ease Bucky’s intense stance, she knew it wasn’t directed towards her. She just didn’t like it when he got all upset and angry, especially with things that wasn’t his fault.
She grabbed his vibranium made fist, and brought it to her lips. In that instant they both forgot where they were or how the hell they got there. Bucky’s body immediately stiffened, afraid that if he moved this moment will disintegrate. His eyes soften at the site of this Goddess, lips caressing him…so much love.
Usually Yasmeena could switch personalities with no problem, it was typically so she could close to her enemy. With Bucky it was never an act, she cannot recall at which point she’d fallen in love with him. All she knew was that she was, and it would be so easy for her to slip into his mind to find out if he felt the same. She promised Bucky, that his privacy would never be breeches again with her. That his mind is his is own, and she swore her powers would only be used against him in a death or death situation.
“Can you feel this?” Her voice a whisper, almost inaudible, but she knew the super soldier could hear her. Holding onto him with one hand, taking her free, and gently ran her hand down his arm.
“Yes.” Bucky exhaled, eyes closed.
There are one percent moments when he feels totally relaxed, he had a many days like that in Wakanda. The other times was with Yasmeena, she was never aggressive towards him. She didn’t feel threatened by him, or his past
“Wow, they really did an amazing job…I’m happy for you Buck, you’re finally free.” Yasmeena said in a soft tone, they did not notice how close the had gotten. Only inches between each other, his right arm comes to wrap it around her curvy waist.
This was the first time they have touched each other so intimately since Wakanda. Yasmeena dropped Bucky’s hand to place both her arms around his neck, her fingers going up the back of his neck into his hair. Her long nails softly scrape against his scalp before she tugs on his brunette locs tightly yanking his head back a little.
Buck let’s put a soft moan, as his left metal arm squeezes her side for support. Yasmeena is the only person he’d let take control of him, that’s how much he trust her. He know that if she decides to rip him apart, she would put him back together again properly.
His hands traveled down her back, grabbing squeezing a ass cheek in each hand. Yasmeena moaned, tilting her head back, “kiss me please.” It was unusual for her to beg for anything from anyone.
Her total trust in Bucky allowed her to be as soft and submissive as she wanted to be.
Bucky put is whole face between her neck,
and shoulders inhaling her scent in so deep, his lungs were starting to ache from being filled to capacity. He pressed his rough lips softly against her neck, his kiss was hot against her brown sugar skin. As he was going in for a second one, he breath was being caught in her throat, and his sight was fading.
“You have to stop being so cruel Meena.” Bucky nearly whined when he realized, it was all just a hallucination. She was so good at making it feel real, maybe it was because they both actually had feelings for each other. Whatever it was he knew one thing for sure, He would never feel this way about anyone every again.
“You’re not fat, you say that shit agin we’re gonna have problems.” Bucky said looking Yasmeena deep in her eyes as concentrated on cleaning the wound.
“Fine.” She replied without putting up a fight
When Earths Collide (Rewrite) - Chapter 5
A/n: I seriously need to stop procrastinating 😵💫
Pepper screamed as she fell through an abandoned building, crashing through several floors. She stopped as she reached the first level. She groaned in pain from the impact. Many pieces of rubble from the floors from above surrounded her. Some rubble pieces scratched the suit and helmet.
As the dust cleared, she slowly sat up with the helmet retracting, showing her head. Her hair was messy with bruises on her face. She rubbed the side of her head. “Ah shit.” There was a high-pitched ringing in her ears, vision blurry.
“Hey! Are you alright?” A voice echoed. “M’am?”
“What?” She mumbled. She saw a man squatting in front of her. As her vision got more clearer, she saw him with short blonde hair and wearing the same suit as her. He offered his hand and Pepper gladly took it. “Ah, thank you.” She nearly fell off balance but the man caught her.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked.
“Ah, it’s no problem. What’s your name?”
“I’m Preston Potts.”
“Oh, Preston Potts?”
“Yes?” He asked, confused. “What’s yours?”
“Potts, huh? You don’t seem familiar to me.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a long story for you. I’ll explain the whole thing later.”
“Um, okay.” She deactivated her Rescue suit that was kept in the arc reactor on her chest. Her outfit was now changed into a navy blue collared flannel shirt with blue jeans and black Nikes. She tried to walk but limped as she winced throughout the pain in her ankle but, luckily, Preston helped her out.
As they reached towards the fence, Pepper stopped to rest. “So, uh, what are you saying that I don’t look familiar to you?”
“Well, uh,” Preston clapped his hands. “You landed in another dimension from a portal.”
“How did you know about that?”
“Tory informed me about the anomalies that dropped here while she was going to search for ‘Tony Stark’ and told me to search the area where you are now.” He said.
“Tony?” Pepper asked in a panic. “Oh my God, is he okay?”
“I mean, I don’t know.” He shrugged.
“Wh-Who’s Tory? Is she affiliated with Tony?”
“Y-Yes? Can you contact her? Ask her if Tony’s okay!” She exclaimed.
“Hey! Hey! There’s no need to panic! I’m sure he’s okay. I’ll contact her.” He put his two fingers on his earpiece and spoke into it. “Tory, hey. How’s Tony?….That’s good….I found who he’s looking for….Pepper Potts? Yes….Okay, we’ll be there.”
“Is he okay?” Pepper asked after the call.
“Yes, he’s okay.” He affirmed.
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God.”
“Are you sure your ankle’s good?”
“I can walk it off.”
“Okay, then.” Preston shrugged. “Let’s head over.” They activated their Rescue suits as they covered their bodies. Then, they flew off towards the compound.
As they landed in front of the doors of the building, their helmets retracted to show their heads. They walked through the doors to see no one around.
“I’ll search for Tory.” Preston said. His suit deactivated as he walked away.
Pepper’s armor deactivated as well and decided to search, too. She looked all around the compound and eventually found a teenage girl talking to Peter Parker in the downstairs lab. The teens stopped their conversation and Peter looked over Peyton’s shoulder. “Oh! Miss Potts!” He walked over to her with Peyton following behind.
“Peter! Hey. Who’s the girl you’re talking to?”
“I’m Peyton Parker.” Peyton told Pepper.
“Peyton...Parker?” She asked in confusion.
“She’s like my sister, in a way.” Peter shrugged. Pepper scrunches her face.
Peyton sighs and shrugs, “You landed in-”
“Landed in another dimension,” Pepper finished. “Yeah. A guy named Preston told me.”
“You know him?”
“Well, yeah. He’s the CEO of Stark Industries.”
“Speaking of Stark, where’s Tony?” Pepper asked as she turned her attention to the male teen.
“Oh, Pepper, thank God.” Pepper turned around to see Tony standing besides a woman and Preston.
“Tony! Hey!” The couple hugged.
“You okay? Are you hurt? Anywhere?” He asked.
“Tony, I’m fine. Just a sore ankle, that’s all.”
Preston and the other woman walked up to the couple. Preston spoke, “Pepper, this my wife, Tory Stark.” The women shook hands.
Steve then walked in, “Mrs. Potts, glad you could make it.”
“Captain Rogers.” Pepper responded with a nod.
Chloe then jogged in next to Steve. “Who’s she?”
“I’m Pepper Potts.” Pepper told Chloe.
“I’m Chloe Barton.” She introduced.
“Preston, I think I’m getting what you’re talking about now.” Pepper told him. She then turned to Tony. “Where are the others?”
“We don’t know. We just got Scott and Hope.” Tony answered. “And T’Challa must have ended up in Wakanda.”
“We don’t know where Danvers is, nor Strange, Rhodes, Wanda and Vision, Quill, Gamora, and Nebula.” Natasha added in as she walked into the room. She notices Pepper now standing in the room. “Mrs. Potts.” She greeted her.
“Ms. Romanoff.” Pepper said.
“Okay, we now have Potts. Any recommendations for the next?” Steve asked.
“Strange?” Pepper suggested.
“He could find his way here easily.” Tony shrugs.
“What about those three you mentioned? What were their names again?” Tory asked Natasha.
“Quill, Gamora, and Nebula?” Natasha asked.
Tory snapped her fingers. “Ah, yes. Them.”
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requested: For a request could you do a Tom Hiddleston x reader where they have only been dating for a short time but the reader finds out she’s pregnant and when she tells Tom he panics because it was not exactly planned
a/n: sooo this turned out a lot angst-ier than planned so i’m so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted... but spoiler alert bc i can’t stand sad endings, it does end with fluff lol. also! if you sent a request i’ve added to a list and/or i’ve started working on it! i do work two three jobs so tumblr isn’t my main priority but requests are always open and i’ll always try to fulfill them to the best of my ability. thank you all for the continued support! we’re super duper close to 2k and that’s just insane to me!!
warnings: a few swears, mentions of pregnancy, tom’s lowkey almost an absent father, hella angst, celebrity mention (benedict cumberbatch and sophie hunter), and a great big fluffy domestic ending
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After a long two months of Tom being away on press, he’s expected to arrive home any minute now. You’re beyond excited to have him back home with you, but you do have some unexpected news to share with him: you’re pregnant.
You only found out last week so it’s given you just enough time to think about how you’re going to tell him but not nearly enough time to mentally prepare. Of course, this wasn’t planned; you and Tom have only been together half a year and a kid was never something you’d talked about quite yet. Even the words “I love you” were still pretty new to your relationship, too.
Half of you wishes he could’ve been there to help you through the morning sickness and the body aches the first couple weeks brought. But the other half of you is glad he was away so you had time to at least somewhat prepare. However, you know you’ll have to tell him, and sooner, rather than later, since you’re already starting to show.
But when the front door swings open and you hear his lovely voice ring out through the entryway, all your worries are forgotten as you jog lightly to meet him. He drops his bags at his feet and opens his arms wide for you.
“Mm, hello, my love,” Tom breathes, pulling you close to him and pressing a kiss atop your head.
“Hi,” you sigh, hugging him tight and burying your face in his chest before pulling away to look up at him.
“I missed you so much,” he grins, hands grasping your waist as he leans down to kiss you sweetly.
“I missed you, too,” you whisper against his lips. “Are you hungry?”
“Mm, only a little,” he answers quietly, and instead of separating his mouth from yours, he just continues kissing you.
“I was thinking-- I could make-- or order-- your favorite dinner-- to celebrate--” you mumble out in between kisses, laughter falling from both yours and Tom’s lips.
“Oh really?” he returns with a mischievous chuckle and smirk of his own, scooping you up by your thighs, allowing you to instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. “Because I was thinking of another way to celebrate.”
“Mr. Hiddleston,” you play, placing your hands on his chest as he walks the both of you over to the couch, sitting down with you straddling his lap.
His lips capture yours again, and this time it picks up. Tom’s hands wander naughtily beneath the fabric of your shirt, expertly undoing your bra. But the second you feel the clasp come apart, you realize you can’t be doing this. He’ll see your little baby bump and the slight change in your body that’s come with being just two months pregnant.
“Shit, wait,” you breathe, pulling your face away from his.
Tom’s face contorts with confusion and a tad bit of guilt, worrying that he touched you wrong or hurt you in some way.
“Everything okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” you swallow, gaze cast down in your lap before correcting yourself. “Well, no. Not really,” you admit honestly.
“What’s wrong? Do you not feel well, Darling?”
“No, it’s, I--” you start, and you start to genuinely feel sick at the thought of telling him the truth.
There’s a generous pause before Tom speaks up again.
“What’s the matter, (Y/n)?” he asks again, voice ever so soft as he caresses your face.
“Tom, while you were gone, I…” you trail off anxiously.
“(Y/n), you’re making me very nervous,” he smiles uneasily.
“I found out… oh my god,” you fade out again.
“(Y/n), just tell me,” he chuckles nervously.
“Tom, I’m pregnant!” you finally blurt out, triggering the most deafening silence you think you’ve ever experienced.
His face loses its smile and after a few seconds he gently moves you off of his lap, standing up from the couch and gazing at you in disbelief.
“You’re… pregnant?” he asks almost silently, eyes blown wide with fear.
All you can do is nod in response.
“A--and, it’s mine?” he queries again.
“Yes. Of course, Tom. I-- Yes, it’s yours. Whose else could it be?” you scoff, surprised he even had to ask that.
“Right. I’m sorry,” he murmurs and shakes his head, dismissing the thought that you had an affair or something of the sort.
Another minute of silence passes, and Tom begins pacing the room.
“(Y/n), you… I mean, are you… keeping it?”
“Well, I thought we could make it work,”
“Yeah, we, Tom,”
“It’s just… (Y/n), I don’t really think I’m ready to be a father,” he admits honestly.
“Well, I’m not ready to be a mother, either. But I thought we could figure it out together,” you reason, swiping away a few stray tears from under your eyes.
There’s another generous bout of silence.
“(Y/n), are you sure you’re pregnant? Did you take any tests? Have you been to a doctor?”
“Yes, Tom. I--I’ve done it all. Seven positive tests and I’ve had an ultrasound,” you say with a small sniffle, starting to get frustrated with him, but you try not to let it show.
You grab the ultrasound picture from the book on the side table and gesture to give it to him. He takes a step forward and grabs the little black and white paper from you, looking down at it in disbelief.
“It’s the first one. I’m only eight weeks along. But don’t worry, you missed the worst of the morning sickness and everything,” you slightly chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. But it doesn’t seem to work.
“Darling, I wish I could’ve been there to help, but (Y/n), I—”
“Tom, it’s alright. We can work this out together. We’re a team,”
“We’re a team. We can do it,” he mutters under his breath anxiously, and he doesn’t sound convinced. He seems calmer while looking down at the black and white picture in his trembling hands. But inside, he’s in full panic mode.
“Fuck, (Y/n). No, I can’t do it,” he says, handing the paper back to you. “I can’t do this. I’m just not ready. I’m so sorry,” he frantically speaks, leaving the living room and heading for the front door.
“Tom, where are you going?” you ask, standing up from the couch, tossing the ultrasound picture back on the coffee table, and following him out of the room.
“I need some air. I need some space. I have to leave.”
“Leave? You just got back!”
“(Y/n), I’m sorry. I have to go. You can stay here. I just… I need to go,” he mutters frantically.
“This is your house, Tom. Where will you go?” you ask, tears now freely flowing from your eyes.
“I don’t know. I don’t know. Just, please. I need some space,” he says, and it sounds like he’s almost hyperventilating.
“Will you call me... when you find somewhere to stay?” you ask quietly while sniffling.
“I-- I’m so sorry, (Y/n),” he excuses himself as he grabs his previously forgotten luggage from the entryway and leaves in the blink of an eye.
And just like that, you’re alone. Again. Sobbing, you trudge back to the living room and let your aching body collapse on the couch. Placing a hand over your stomach, all you can think about is all the unknowns.
Every day seems a little bit harder without him. At least for the first two weeks. After that, you seem to adjust fine without him. Sure, you wish he was here with you, caring for you and treating you the way you knew he would have if this had been part of his plan. You think about how he would’ve been with the baby, watching them grow up and watching Tom become such a proud father.
But it seems foolish to daydream for a life that he obviously didn’t want with you. So you don’t. From now on, you think, it’s just you and your baby. And you’re doing just fine.
A few days after he left, you received a text from Benedict Cumberbatch, who you know through Tom.
You wonder if Tom is missing being in his own home and when, or if, he ever plans on coming back. Other than that text from Ben, you hadn’t heard from Tom since he left. That is, around almost three whole months after Tom’s divergence from you and the life you could’ve had together.
It’s just another Saturday around the house; you’re catching up on chores in the morning before taking some time for yourself and having a relaxing night in after a busy week of work. You’re finishing up putting away some clean dishes when you hear the doorbell ring.
You’re not expecting anyone over, so you cautiously tread over to the doorway and peek out the side window to see who it is. The person’s back is to you, wearing dark jeans and a sky blue cable-knit sweater, but you’d know that curly, dirty blonde hair anywhere. Slowly, you unlock and open the door.
“Tom,” you breathe, unable to believe if it’s actually him or if your tired eyes are just deceiving you. He spins around rapidly to face you, revealing his face looking flushed and sleepless and his eyes, pink and teary.
“(Y/n),” he sighs, and the way he says your name is so reassuring, so safe-sounding, so nice to hear again.
“Tom, you— You’re back,” you swallow, and you feel like your throat is closing up.
“(Y/n), I am so sorry,” he says, taking you in his arms and holding you close. “I’m so sorry,” he repeats over and over again in your ear, wetting the sleeve of your shoulder with his tears.
“Tom-- You--” you try to speak over his sobs, but he just holds you tighter. And you don’t mind it. In fact, you enjoy it. It makes you feel happy and safe once again.
“Please, just let me hold you, Darling,” he sniffles, nuzzling his face deeper into your neck. “I just need to hold you.”
And so you let him. And you let yourself give into his touch.
“Why did you come back?” you ask once he’s calmed down a bit, placing your hands on his shoulders.
“Because you’re mine. You both are. And I can’t even fathom why I left in the first place. I was just so scared. I was scared of being a bad father and I let my insecurities cloud my judgement. I never should have left. I’m so sorry. Please take me back. I love you. I love you so much, (Y/n). I’m so sorry,” he rambles, falling back into your shoulder, a sobbing mess.
“Three months. Three fucking months I’ve been gone from you. I should’ve been here. I should’ve been taking care of you. I’m so sorry,”
Your heart aches seeing him so angry at himself and you physically cannot be upset with him any longer. You nuzzle your head against his chest, pressing it firmly into the soft fabric of his sweater and just take in his essence.
“Tom, I forgive you,” you whisper, rubbing his back. “It’s okay, Lovey. I just missed you.”
“I missed you, too. More than you know. I’m so so sorry.”
“It’s okay. I just didn’t know... I didn’t know about anything. I was so scared.”
“Well,” he says with a sniffle and a click of his tongue, “I’m here now. And I’m never leaving ever again. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. I love you so very much.”
Holding your face and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, he pulls you in and kisses you gently. A final tear escapes your eye and slides down your cheek and Tom kisses it away before pulling back and looking you up and down, his cerulean blue eyes landing in your swollen belly.
“Look at you. My god, you’re so beautiful,” he says breathlessly, placing a protective hand over your midsection. “Both of you.”
“You haven’t even seen her yet,” you chuckle and sniffle simultaneously, and he does the same.
“I don’t need to. I-- wait, did you say... her?”
You nod and smile in confirmation which causes the biggest grin to grow on his face.
“It’s a girl?” he asks, eyes wide and tearful once more.
“Yeah,” you whisper back.
“That’s incredible,” he laughs, caressing your face. “Another you, ready to take over the world,” he sniffles, bringing your face up to meet his and kissing you sweetly.
“I’ve been thinking about names,” you sigh once your lips part from Tom’s. “And even though I was... upset... with you, I was still thinking of names I thought you’d like. And now that we know it’s a girl,” you fade out.
“I wanna hear the names,” he insists with a giant smile, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you over to the couch. He sits down and brings you into his lap, slinging one arm around behind you and lifting your legs to lay over his lap.
“Some are more traditional but some are different and modern. I don’t know...”
“I want to hear them!” he excitedly states, tucking some loose hair behind your ear.
“So, I was thinking... um, Jane. And Clara and... and Eleanor. And also some different, out-there names, like Nova or Taryn… Avis, Presley. And I was also seriously thinking about Harper... but Harper Hiddleston is a lot of H’s,” you say, causing Tom to giggle with you.
“They’re all such sweet names, (Y/n),” he says, kissing your forehead.
“There is another name, though… one that just keeps sticking with me,” you admit, and he nods, prompting you to tell.
“Rosemary,” you speak, unsure of what Tom will think.
The smile on his face simultaneously grows and softens, and there’s a sparkle in his eyes you’ve never seen before. Pulling you closer to him with the arm behind your back before placing two hands on your face, he leans in and kisses you sweetly.
“(Y/n), that’s perfect,” he says in awe.
“Yes. That’s our little girl,” he insists, nodding profusely and placing a hand on your midsection. “Rosemary. That’s her.”
“I’m so glad you’re home, Tom,” you mumble, leaning your head on his shoulder. He kisses your head sweetly and the two of you cuddle up even closer together.
“I’m so lucky to have you. Both of you.”
Just under six months later, you bring home baby Rosemary Faye Hiddleston from the hospital. She’s the most beautiful thing in the world and Tom can’t take his eyes off of her or you. He’s so incredibly proud to call you both his.
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