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overwhelmedsupernova · 3 minutes ago
Hey! Just wanted to tell ya about a new Dark Bucky’s serie incoming. I still have to figure out the whole story, but again I was too excited lol. Also, I’m working on a main masterlist so I will add all the stuff I write. Hope you will enjoy! Stay safe and have a nice day. <3 
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lpzallana · 27 minutes ago
A date with Steve Rogers...
steals kisses all day and all over your body(let’s not mention those quickies in just 8 hours in the day)
he definitely doesn’t know what’s he doing.
asking someone for help or advice for
bought you a really nice red velvet dress
tux-ed steve(he knows what they do to you) beside his car with a hundred of red rose bouquet with a single aster in the middle resting in his hands, waiting for you. happy valentine’s sweetheart
a nice picnic dinner in front of a beautiful lake.
oh, how he loves it when you laugh at his little dad jokes
walk in the park because he wants to prolong the day even though there’s a whole different world waiting at his house, his bedroom.
“you know I love you right? because I do and I will never stop” he mentioned while your bodies are entangled to one another with swaying hips in the living room.
he loved this moment with you.
Intimate and peaceful... the peace he craved for a long time but can't get a grasp of
you squeaked when he suddenly grabbed your thighs and put them around his waist.
“ I do, really. and let me show you how much”
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bucks-bunny · 47 minutes ago
The Popcorn Club - Bucky x Reader
Summary: You and Bucky enjoy a special movie night together
Warnings: pure teeth-rotting fluff; weird choice of movie snacks (don't come at me, I like it)
Word Count: 846
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One joy of the 21st century was the possibility to have basically everything at the tip of your fingertips, quite literally.
Technology had advanced so much since the 40s, and now you could buy something with a click and have it delivered in the matter of hours, or you could watch an infinite number of movies from the comfort of your house.
And Bucky intended to take full advantage of it, wishing to catch up on all the hundreds of movies he had missed during the decades of his imprisonment.
And that's why you agreed on having a movie night whenever it was possible. Of course, his occupation as an Avenger would mean that he was often on a mission, but it only made your dates more special and valuable. It was one of the few moments in which you both could relax and enjoy each other's presence, and you were grateful for it.
You liked movies, and had watched your fair share too, but you were always on the hunt for some good ones to show your boyfriend.
You had already gotten through the classics. When he found out that they had made movies out of The Hobbit he lit up, and you had watched the entire trilogy in a couple of days, on an uneventful weekend.
Then of course it was the turn of the whole Lord of the Rings series, which you had never seen, so it was nice to discover it with him.
You also convinced him to binge-watch basically all Disney movies, and you swear you saw him crying while watching Coco. But of course, he would never admit it, because if Sam found out, well, Bucky would never hear the end of it.
But tonight was a special night. It was your turn to choose what to watch, and you decided to show Bucky one of your all-time favorites: The Breakfast Club.
So, after a long and busy week, you were both home, in your small apartment, takeout already eaten, everything was ready. You only needed one thing.
Movie nights with Bucky also meant loads of movie snacks and junk food. And you absolutely loved it.
While Bucky was setting up the movie in the living room, you were in the kitchen, waiting for the last pop! of the popcorn in the microwave. But no matter how careful you were, you always managed to burn it a little, and this time wasn’t an exception. You discarded some of the burnt popped kernels, but couldn’t get them all while separating them into two bowls.
“Oh well,” you thought, “it adds to the flavor”. And with that, you went into the living room.
You plopped down on the couch next to Bucky, who snatched a handful of popcorn from your bowl.
“Hey! I made two because you begged me to, so you get yours,” you handed him his bowl, “and I get mine.”
“I still can’t understand how you can mix sweet and salty like that. It should be a crime”
In effect, during the years you had refined your culinary-movie-snack taste and had created the perfect concoction: popcorn sprinkled with M&M’s and some peanut butter Reese's. That way the warmth of the kernels would melt the chocolate of the sweets, without melting it. It was perfect.
“Excuse me for having excellent taste, you’re the one wolfing down licorice. It’s basically dirt!” you defend yourself, while getting your cozy blanket and spreading it out to cover both of you.
“Ready?” he asked you, putting one arm around your shoulder and getting the remote.
Too busy stuffing your mouth with popcorn, you murmured a muffled “Mmh-mmh”, watching the movie start on the TV.
You snuggled yourself more next to Bucky, wrapped in his scent. You could never pick out exactly what he smelled like, but to you, he felt like home, in every way possible.
Watching the opening credits of the movie you reveled in your thoughts. You wanted this moment to never end because you felt at peace. Ever since Bucky entered your life, it has only gotten better. He brought a sense of calm and stability, and you cherished every moment with him.
“Hey, you aren’t falling asleep already, are you? He asked, peeking at you. It was a legit question. You were famous for falling asleep in the middle of a movie, but it wasn’t your fault, he was just too comfortable to doze off on.
“Mh? Oh no, no. I was just thinking.” you quickly respond, blushing,
"What's going on in that pretty head of yours, hm?"
"Nothing, I just love you so much" you confess, sweetly smiling at him.
"Oh baby I love you too," he replies getting closer to you "so, so much" he adds murmuring against your lips.
His kiss is soft and sweet, and it inebriates you. You could get drunk on this alone. The movie keeps playing in front of you, but it is long forgotten the moment Bucky lifts you up on his lap.
You wish you could stay like this forever.
A/N: hii hoped you liked this! sorry if the snack choices weirds you out lol; also sorry for any mistakes but English is not my first language, but I'm working on it!
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shegatsby · 47 minutes ago
Fire on Ice
Summary; Tom Hiddleston is a vicious mob boss who is looking for his father’s killer, his reputation is depending on it and he won’t give up until he finds that man, and you my sweet little Y/N is the weirdest and the best thing that happened to him all his life.
Genres; Romance, smut in the future, mob, gangs, slow-burn,
Pairings; Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader
Words; 2.073K
Warnings; +18, male masturbation, dirty thoughts. 
A/N; Hi guys! Hope you like this new chapter, things are slowly building. Sorry for any typos.  Let me know what you think, I appreciate feedback and new ideas. 
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Chapter Four
You waited for him but he didn’t come early and your body was begging you to sleep so you climbed the wooden stairs, you didn’t want to use the elevator –yes he had a elevator in his house- like he said there were multiple bedrooms, at the end of the long hall there were 2 bedrooms which looked children’s bedroom so you skipped that section and turned your left. One of the doors was open you walked in, it was his bedroom. You hit the yellow lights, the bed was white, had black curtains on the tall windows, there was a wall to wall closet, you noticed the big mirror on the ceiling and felt your cheeks go warm with dirty thoughts, you could smell his perfume, everything look neat and tidy. You had a wicked idea, you took off your clothes, put them on the single couch next to the tall window, opened his closet to find an over-sized shirt. You saw a white one and wore it, the shirt covered your ass, it was like a dress. You went to his bathroom to wash your face and go to bed and the bathroom was iconic. Floors and walls were white marble which had grey tones in it, there was a shower and a bathtub. You decided to take a quick shower because you smelled like booze and smokes. He didn’t have much products in the shower, just a shampoo and body wash and his bath sponge. His body wash smelled like pine trees and mint, you felt fresh, you wrapped yourself with the big white towel, the rest of the house looked like a hotel but his room smelled like him, after drying your body you wore that shirt again and climbed the bed, it was big. You were hesitant because what if he comes and sees you in his bed just now and gets angry? After all you didn’t know each other for a long time, you felt your eyes get heavy and fell asleep, you couldn’t the ring tone of your text messages, you were too tired.
It was 3.30 at night when Tom came back, he noticed there was no sound in the house, maybe you left? Why did he feel sad when he thought of that possibility, he climbed the stairs and saw the kitchen and dining room empty, he climbed to his 3rd floor and saw his bedroom door wide open. The yellow light coming from the hall was enough so he walked in and saw you sleeping in his bed. He silently took of his jacket and shoes, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at your sleeping frame. Your chest was moving up and down in harmony, your hair looked damp and he could smell his scent on you, he took a deep breath to calm himself, he felt his boxer got tight.
‘’Who are you?’’ he found himself whisper to the air, he stood up to take a shower, he was being silent in order to not wake you up because you looked tired earlier and it look like you needed a long sleep. When he was in the shower he thought if Benedict was right, he was Tom’s best friend and they knew everything about each other, his eyes were closed, forehead resting on the cold shower wall, warm water running down his body and an image came to his mind, it was an image of you taking a shower here hours ago. He couldn’t help but imagine you naked and washing your body, humming a tune. His bath sponge was wet before he walked in the shower so you must have used it, he imaged your hands using it to rub your boobs, coming down to your belly and between your legs, his hands went to his semi hard cock, this mental image got dirtier as the seconds went. He imagined you resting your back on the glass of the shower and using the sponge to pleasure yourself, soaking in his scent. Moaning his name like a prayer, Tom was touching himself, pre cum dripping from his pink tip, he tried to keep his whimpers and moans quiet. The thought of getting caught by you turned him on even more, he imagined you listening to him jerking off and whispering your name and you walking into the shower, getting on your knees for him and taking his length in your sassy mouth. Eyes on him and only him, that image pushed him out of the edge and he came in his big hand, hard. He had to rest on the wall, as he came down from his high he cleaned everything and left the shower, that white towel you used before was hanging on his waist. He caught a glimpse of his flushed face in the foggy mirror, he was ashamed of what he just did.
 The Next Morning
You could feel the morning sun on your face, to be honest you haven’t slept this good in a while. You stretched you arms and legs in bed and rubbed your eyes. You saw Tom’s clothes from last night on the couch next to yours, you looked in bed but he wasn’t here, ‘’Where did he sleep?’’ you questioned. You left the bed and washed your face, took your phone to see any updates and you saw Jack’s text. You though he was going to ask you out again but it looked like a serious text.
‘’We have to talk. Meet me at your bar tonight. It’s important.’’
You never got a text from Jack like this before so you decided to call him, you were afraid something bad happened to him. He didn’t pick up the phone. You left your phone and walked outside, the house was silent except the sounds coming from the kitchen downstairs.
Tom was there fixing breakfast for you, ‘’Morning!’’ you said with a low tone, he turned to face you, he only had grey pants, his chest was bare. ‘’Oh no, I was going to surprise you.’’ He protested throwing his hands in the air, ‘’Sorry.’’ As soon as he saw your face he remembered last night and his cheeks got pink, thank God you looked clueless. He came to kiss your forehead, it became a thing of his which made you smile. ‘’I made you proper English breakfast darling.’’ You looked to see, there were 2 plates filled with bacon, eggs, cooked beans, roasted tomatoes, cooked mushrooms and let’s not forget the blood sausages. ‘’Where did you find blood sausages?!’’ they looked disgusting but you didn’t want to say anything, this man let you sleep in his house last night and made you breakfast the next morning, you felt spoiled. ‘’There is a butcher I found. You should try it.’’ You helped him placing everything on the dining table, it was early in the morning so the view of the city was foggy, you took a sip from the orange juice and moaned, it was delicious, ‘’I made it myself.’ Tom said, he looked proud, ‘’Damn Hiddleston. You are a catch.’’ He rolled his eyes, the breakfast was delicious and you liked the blood sausages, ‘’Can I hire you to cook for me like every day?’’ you asked mouth full, he chuckled, ‘’I’m too pricy love.’’ You thought of ways to pay him but quickly pulled yourself together. It wasn’t just you who was thinking stuff like that, his mind was in the gutter too, you had a strange chemistry with Tom, unfortunately neither of you took a step at the moment, maybe both of you thought that it was too early, he looked like traditional man so maybe he wanted to get to know you better before he sealed the deal. You didn’t know why you were hesitating though, ‘’Everything was delicious Tom, thank you.’’ You insisted that you was the dishes and he went to his room to change, he told you that he had a meeting. While you were in the kitchen he found your phone and decided to do a little research. He saw the text Jack sent you, he remembered Jack, he had the tattoo which belong to the Queens gang. He had an idea, he texted Jack like it was you texting, ‘’Hey Jack, can you meet me early today? I will send you the address, don’t be late. 😉’’ Tom wanted to throw up, he never liked this guy but in order to learn who you are and why the gang is protecting you he had to do it. He sent Jack an address and deleted all the texts. It was a risky thing to do. Tom left the phone where he found it and got dressed, before he left he checked it again and saw that Jack already read the text but didn’t text back, his plan was working fine.
Later Tom drove you to your flat, he looked tense but you didn’t want to comment on it, it was probably related to his work.
 Tom sent Jack an address of an abandoned house on the outskirts of the city, he knew Jack would come because he wanted to bone Y/N, the thought of it made him shiver in disgust. He was outside of the abandoned house, actually it was a beautiful place. The house had two floors and a big terrace, a big yard which was covered with wild plants, the color of the house dark red, windows were broken, it had a unique beauty to it, one day he would love to have a house like that to raise his children with- he stopped his train of thoughts when he saw Jack parking his bike. He looked puzzled, Tom stood up from the wooden stairs and came down, ‘’Hello Jack. I’m Tom Hiddleston, you probably don’t remember me but I do. I have some questions for you.’’ There was a distance between them, Jack pulled out a cigar, ‘’I’ve heard the name. News travel faster than you think Mr. Hiddleston.’’ He had a cocky look and Tom wanted to punch him, ‘’Want one?’’ Jack showed the cigars, ‘’Yes, thank you.’’
Tom wanted to gain his trust, Jack lit his cigar and together they day on the wooden stairs of the terrace entrance, ‘’What do you want?’’ Jack asked, his tattooed fingers playing with the smoke, ‘’Information, my friend. I can pay you in return.’’ Tom was a man of his word, ‘’If my clan finds out I’m her with you they’ll hang me for treason.’’ Tom knew how the clans, gangs worked, he ignored Jack’s comment. ‘’Why is the clan protecting her?’’ he asked without saying a name, he was testing the waters, ‘’You mean Y/N?’’ Tom simply nodded and took a long drag from his cigar, ‘’No one knows but the boss. All I know is me and some of the clan members have to be around her work place and apartment man, I’m new here. They told me to gain her trust and she is hard one to crack.’’ Tom appreciated the honesty, Jack was much younger than Tom and he was new in the clan like he said, he still had a chance to fix his life and live with his own rules. ‘’Listen kid,’’ he thought better of what to say, ‘’I’m not here to hurt a woman, I give you my word. Where can I find your boss?’’ Jack’s brown eyes were fixed at a place in distance, his long hair was pushed back, he had a certain sadness to those brown eyes, like he witnessed something horrible and it left a scar to carry for the rest of his life.
‘’She will find you when she wants.’’ He stood up to leave, ‘’Wait,’’ Tom touched his arm to make him stop, he pulled out a check worth 30 thousand dollars, ‘’you seem like a nice kid, leave this town before it’s too late. I’m afraid one day your clan and I.. we will be enemies and I wouldn’t like to kill a young, bright man like you.’’ It was a lie, deep down he wanted Jack to be gone from Y/N’s life.
‘’Thank you man. I won’t forget this.’’ Jack took the check, and left. Tom finished smoking and threw the bud of the cigar on the ground, pressed it with the heel of his shoe. Now Jack was out of the way he had to find this she boss of the clan Queens. 
Thank you for reading. :)
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m1lkshakez · an hour ago
Opening requests because I need a distraction from school :)
- no smut (srry I’m like 12 /j)
- I won’t write for anyone who is uncomfortable with it
- I will do x reader
- can write for female or gender neutral reader
- Au’s welcome
Who I’ll write for
Dream Smp
- dream
- sapnap
- quackity
- Wilbur (have to double check that)
I write for a lot of people in Harry Potter so here is a list of people I won’t write for
- Draco
- snape
- Percy
Most Marvel characters. If ur not sure just ask and I’ll say if I do or don’t
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starshipsofstarlord · 2 hours ago
💕 reader turns into a baby and obsessed with Bucky. Awww 🥺
Infant Issues
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bucky barnes x reader / masterlist
warnings; fluff, morgan definitely being tony’s kid, biting, swearing, spoilers for IW and Endgame, mention of the blip, childish behaviour from adults, terrible humour (I really am sorry), spoiler for WV, mention of age gap, kinda a crossover, an absolute mess 😂
“Morgan?” Bucky frowned, as the girl tried to speed past him. It was not wise for anyone to allow the mischievous child run around the compound alone, she always got up to nothing but trouble, and there was such a glazing in her brown eyes.
She didn’t spare him a glance, instead, she bolted, causing the super soldier to sigh. He would have went after her if there weren’t already footsteps recurring from the path that she had just came from; it was his father. It so happened that there was a bundle of joy in his arms, crying like the sudden crack of dawn.
“What were you going to do, wait another five years to tell everyone about this one, Stark?” Bucky asked with a chuckle, though the cries from the infant muted at the sound of his voice. The child wiggled in Tony’s grasp, trying her utmost to reach out for the vibranium armed hero.
“She’s not my daughter, if she was, I think me and you would be having conversations.” Tony’s words spurred a frown to combust out onto Barnes’ face, and the billionaire sighed, shifting the baby so that the baby was in Bucky’s arms.
The child cooed up at him, her eyes were a baby blue, sure to avert possibly into a different colour once she grew elder. “Look, I didn’t ask if I could hold her, she’s cute, but why do you-“
“Morgan did it.” Tony willingly blamed his own daughter. With her various experimentations, she was definitely taking after him. He’d be sure to keep this one quiet from Pepper, otherwise he was almost certain that he’d be banned from bringing Morgan on expeditions to the compound.
“I though y/n was supposed to be watching her.” Stated the enhanced soldier, cocking his head at the information that he recalled. He promptly remembered you abandoning him half way through training the newbie recruits, because Happy was dropping Morgan off, and you had offered watch over her, despite the associate being there.
“She was, and now you’re going to have to watch over her.” Tony pointed specifically to the child in his arms, and that was when realisation hit Bucky. He gulped, breathing through his nose to calm himself, as all the pieces clicked perfectly together.
This was not just a child - it was you. As he gazed down at you, he could finally see the pouted expression that would fixate upon your face when you paid attention to him when you were drunk, there was a glazing over your eyes as you raised your small and innocent hands, scraping down the stubble of his chin, as you curled further into his arms.
“I am going to kill you.” He steadily spoke, huffing as Sam went to walk past, but stopped himself when he saw the bundle of joy that was content in the brooding soldier’s arms. 
“What the hell! Did you and y/n have a baby or something without telling anyone?” Oh, how he wished those were the circumstances, and if the pair of you were to ever have a child together, then he would be impartial to the idea of doing so.
"This is not my child, it's y/n, thanks to Stark over there." He bounced you in his arms, he even felt a small dribble of spit seep through his shirt, but he didn't mind, not as his icy glare was intently prized upon the philanthropist.
"Hey, it was my daughter's fault, not mine!" Tony excused himself from the blame, holding his palm against his chest, as he received as such. Sam ogled at him for a second, before returning his attention back into Bucky, and little you.
He came forwards, reaching his hand towards you, keening as you went to grasp his. As you did so, a smile broke out upon the man’s face, until it contorted into a sharp frown, the noise of a yelp escaping from his lips. “That little bitch bit me.”
“Language.” Steve rounded the corner, his golden brows raising when he saw the infant contently resting in his best friend’s arms. “Did you and y/n have a baby without telling us?”
“That’s what I said!” Sam beckoned to the blonde, as he averted a strong gaze to you and your normal sized partner. "Until she bit me, it reminds me of that time that I tried to steal her fries."
"I don't see why your complaining." Bucky rolled his eyes, bracing you up straighter so that your forehead was pressed lightly against his shoulder. "I'm the one whose partner is an actual child."
"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam rolled his eyes in reference to how you were beforehand, before Steve cut in, directing his leading tone towards the men that were stood idly by.
"What actually happened?" Tony found his enquiry to be an opportunity to avert the fault from himself; how lucky indeed was it that Steve asked such a thing.
"Technically it's your fault capsicle. Morgan found your prototype of your unsuccessful time machine. As you can see, she turned into a baby, much like Lang. And if you want to push the blame off of yourself, blame these two for their asses disappearing."
"Hey, if I wanted to disappear, I wouldn't have made such a dramatic exit. I'd have just left for my sister's." Crossing his arms, Sam shook his head at the man that was not wearing his iron suit. He was unable to take any responsibility, unless it was for his genius brain wave of creating the true transportation for the time heist.
"Well I'm going to keep that noted for any future repercussions." Oh, how Wilson regretting mentioning that now.
"You left it out, within your daughter's reach." Bucky quirked his brow, as he prepared to head towards the storage of the private laboratory that was shared between the two science bros.
"Technically, that was the big green guy." Bucky vouched not to listen to Stark, instead, he continued to walk, leaving the three other men in his rear view, though for the most part, he could still hear them bickering.
"Maybe we should turn you into a baby, I doubt much would change."
"Maybe we should turn you into a baby, I doubt much would change." Tony mimicked Steve, thus only proving his point. He was certainly a man that enjoyed pressing people's buttons, it was a shining attribute of the once playboy, and god, did it annoy the hell out of Barnes.
As he entered the laboratory, he found the lab to be in a state of havoc. "Hey, it wasn't me this time." Scott laughed, as he used an extinguisher against the frayed machine, that was blubbering sparks from its ruined exterior.
"Smash!" A small green child, wearing glasses that were far too big for him, ran across the room, followed shortly by a child with long blonde hair wrapped up in a red cape, as though it were some kind of makeshift diaper.
"Explain." Bucky bluntly stated, clenching his jaw, as he cooed lightly at your cries that pierced the air. He bounced you in his arms, not quite certain of what he was supposed to do.
In his time, there wasn't exactly an education system to teach the men going to war how to parent, or even care for a child. A part of him panicked; it was you, he hated seeing you cry in general, but now he couldn't attempt to find out the cause for your falling tears.
"Aw is that y/n?" The man half dressed in his ant man suit asked, a bright smile on his face, as he reached out to hold you. To say Bucky was hesitant to pass you to him was an understatement. "I have a daughter, I've looked after a baby before."
"From jail?" The white wolf asked, as he heard a crash exhibit from the connecting room, obviously being the fault of the two most destructive avengers, or at least, their little versions. Being aged down was definitely certification for trouble, everyone knew that.
"Okay I wasn't in there for that long." Scott reassured him, he picked up a bottle of milk from the table, handing it to the metal armed man, whom had never fed a child before. He found himself, cautiously, keeping a watchful eye, passing you over to the former criminal, intently watching every movement that the man made.
Lange simply fed you. "Always thought you and y/n would have a cute baby, imagine its- oh yeah, well after all that stuff that happened with vision and SWORD, we thought it best to destroy any technology that was recovered from the old base. This part survived, and well, I went into its- okay, you don't want to hear the science, but basically Thor insisted he could break it with his hammer, albeit whilst I was inside of it, and it sent energy around the room that turned them into pubescent children."
"I can see that it did nothing to you. And I thought Morgan did it.”
"I was so relieved, lucky I- wait, was that an insult?" Bucky remained primitively silent, and that answered Scott's question. The hero sighed, as you finished nursing, and your arms reached for Bucky, to whom he passed you to. “And I lied...”
He literally blamed a five year old for the screw up of grown men. Tony was going to thrive off this information, whence he knew that his daughter was in fact not the culprit.
"What do we do now?" He was eager to find a cure for this betrothed science. Those whom were responsible for your decrease in age, well, one was running around the compound, and the other, well, he was even younger than Morgan currently.
"You could wait twenty years, I mean you two already have quite a big age gap, and please don't kill me. I'm not sure that Cap would approve, I am a vital source to the team!"
"I'm not going to kill you tic tac. Or at least not at least until we fix these three."
"Phew." Scott wiped his brow, blowing air from his mouth. "Wait thre- oh yeah, the little guy carrying the hammer that is bigger than himself, and the
"Okay, we need someone smarter." Bucky sighed heavily, as he hugged you in thought. "You tried hitting it again with the hammer?"
"Oh my god, I could be worthy!" Gasped Scott, running off to the next room, only to come back limping, a pained expression on his face. "Little Asguardian bastard hit me!"
Bucky contained his smirk, and instead passed you to Lang, venturing into the other part of the lab, finding that Bruce was asleep, a blob of snot hanging from his nose, he could see the hammer in the middle of the room, almost as though it were waiting for him to attempt grabbing the handle, and Thor was-
The minuscule god jumped from one of the shelves, wrapping his arms around the front of Bucky’s neck, as he put all his weight on the super soldier’s back. In all practicality, Thor was strangling him, and Bucky tapped his arm, trying to convince him to let go.
“I know who Noobmaster69 is.” Thor quirked his head, lessening his hold, as he promptly awaited his now older friend to continue. “It’s, its- his name is Wade Wilson.”
“Wilson!” No, gosh no. Bucky stood completely, making sure to keep Thor in the vicinity, he needed him to be so so that he could reverse the affects on the son of Odin.
“Not Sam. Wade.” He had never met the man before, but god did he seem like a dick. When the pair of you were getting a taxi, the driver Dopinder just could not shut up about his friend, who liked to wear red, and had a kink for unicorns.
Wade certainly sounded like a weird one, but right now, his pass time was getting Thor to pick up that hammer. “Where can I find this Wade?” It practically left his mouth as a hiss, if the imagery and proven death supposed otherwise, he’d possibly think it was Loki instead.
“I will tell you, if you pick up that hammer, and hit it against that old machine. Got it buddy?”
“It’s name is Stormbreaker!” Bellowed the norseman, who tried to slide off his back, but Bucky kept a hold of his legs, refraining him from going anywhere. “Get peter to do it, I don’t want to play that game anymore!”
“Uuh, hi Mr Barnes...” That voice, oh he knew it, and the majority of the time it irritated him, he was Tony's little pet. “And, baby avengers?”
“Don’t ask kid.” Peter nodded, as he went to reach for a spanner. “Can you pick the hammer up, are you worthy?”
“Am I worthy?” He wondered aloud, his eyes fixated on the hammer, as he stepped towards it, holding his hand out, and clasping his palm around the handle, it feeling weightless in his grip, as he picked it up without effort. “Oh my god (it’s Robert Downey Junior)!”
“Great, now take it out there, I’ll deal with these two. And don’t do anything yet.” He was certainly feeling like a sergeant, throwing all the orders to the others, Peter complied, carrying the hammer as though it were an empty duffel.
“Can I try?” Instantly, after Peter passing it to him, Scott had such hope, until the force of gravity hit, and it fell on his foot, causing a light scream to ripple through his throat. “Get it off, get it off!”
Peter did so, as Bucky kept Thor on his shoulders, and grabbed a hold of Bruce’s chubby little ankle, dragging him into the other room. “Shit he’s heavy.” He saw that you were sat in the grand spinny chair, making Bucky relived that you weren’t in Lang’s arms as he attempted to have a moment of worthiness.
“What’d you do, go all Winter soldier on his ass and knock him out?!” Half screamed the prodigy of Hank Pym.
“Of course not, I think Thor did it.”
“Oh yeah, blame the kid because I did the same.”
“Put your suit from Stark on kid, unless you want to become a fetus.” Bucky ignored Scott for the moment,
“I got Hope to send her outfit, it will stretch to accommodate you, but I also think it would hug your shape nicely.”
“That was fast.” Muttered Peter, and Bucky shook his head, eyeing the outfit with weird eyes.
“I’m crazy, but not crazy enough to wear that.” Sighing, he grasped it in his hands, walking to the other room to squeeze into it. He noticed you watching, and thus he turned the chair around so that you couldn’t see anything. Little did he realise until he came out, that you had spun it around again, and was giggling. “Don’t laugh at me, or you won’t be allowed to see it when you’re returned to normal.”
A pout settled on your small lips, and it appeared as though you were getting ready to cry again, but before you could do so, a distraction intervened. An uninvited, and confusing one.
“Stop. Can I just say, that is some cruel declaration for the both of you, you’re my fave ship, after me and Hugh Jackman of course, but he doesn’t even know that this version of me exists.” A newfound imposter called out, his arms raised in the air. Leather gloves crinkled as he twitched his fingers, his white eyes freaking Scott the fuck out. “May I join you on this journey? I read about you guys in comics. And can I just say, I want to see these hunks and that hottie all grown up.”
“You want to see me go Winter Soldier on someone Lang?” Bucky gritted his teeth, prepared to murder this man for ever posing such words about you into the open air. Him speaking obviously drew some attention to him though, but it was not his rage that was mentioned, instead, it was his attire- or well, Hope’s.
“Nice suit Buck Buck. Can you do a twirl for me, I wanna see if it competes with America’s ass. Damn, does that man have some buns on him.”
“I know right!” Scott eagerly agreed, earning a smack in the nuts, to which had made him close to crumbling.“You had to use the metal hand, didn’t you.” Whimpered the Ant to the false Wasp, clamping his hands over his goods as he half hunched over. “I thought you often forgot to use it coz your right handed.”
“You’re on my left.” Gross, he sounded like Sam.
“Who the hell are you?” Thor spoke, and it felt familiar on his tongue. It was as though he had asked an enemy the same thing before...
“I, am Noobmaster69.”
“Hi, I’m Peter. Oh, we’re using our made up names, I thought Sam said it was that guy from that tech place.” Peter scratched his head through the mask, providing a small verbal distraction, as Thor willingly set himself free, launching at the intruder, whilst snatching the hammer from a suited up Peter.
“Aaasrrrghh.” He screamed like a true deity of the vikings.
“Thor, no!” Lang screamed, knowing that he’d have to come up with another excuse. The cameras had been fused whence Thor had first struck the hammer in the room, and it abused the guy in the red suit as he went for his legs, attacking the friend of Dopinder.
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darke-15 · 2 hours ago
Quotes from Aftermath // 24
“Sir?” The soldier said, his eyes flicking quickly from the man to the security guards as he handed back the paper, “I thought you were working PMC.”
“Eh, not exactly” he shrugged, pausing with a smirk as he slid the paper into his pocket, “But...somethin’ like that.”
“You get recalled?”
His grin widened and he tucked his beret under his arm with a click of his tongue and a wink before continuing through security.
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mymagicsuitcase · 3 hours ago
Unexpected but welcome | Helmut Zemo
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Suggestive themes.
Bucky was looking around the club. This place was... something. Several people had come up to him asking if he wanted a lap dance. This poor old man was so done at this point.
Sam kept on laughing, pointing out dancers he should accept a dance from. If looks could kill.
Looking back around the club, his eyes landed on Zemo. He was sitting in a booth off the side, drink in hand. He appeared to be enjoying himself. He was brushing off the dancers who had approached him, but all in all, still having a good time.
Bucky had an idea.
"Hey Sam?"
"Which of these dancers do you think Zemo would like?" Bucky glances around the room, scanning the area for the perfect dancer.
Sam looked at him weirdly at first, but realised what Bucky was implying and also looked around.
"What about them?" Sam nods over to the left.
You were dancing alone in the corner, having been turned down several times. Some people just weren't interested. Bucky recognised you, you had come over to him earlier.
"Let's see, shall we?" Bucky walks over to you. You see him coming and put on a smile.
"Change your mind?"
"Actually no, but you see that man over there?" He nods over to where Zemo is sitting. You nod. "I think he would be very interested."
You smile.
Bucky hands you some money, you practically snatched it from him as you made your way over to the man in the coat.
Zemo sipped from his glass. He saw you approaching from his peripheral. He lowers his glass and looks up at you. A smile tugs at his lips as you stand before him.
"Can I help you?" He asks, amusement flashing in his eyes.
"I'm here to dance for you."
"Is that so?"
"Yes," you say, staring to sway to the loud music playing. Zemo chuckles. You start slow, just drawing his attention to you.
There was something about those deep dark brown eyes watching you that made this all the more exciting.
He was smiling. It was mysterious and sly. You wondered what he was thinking.
You stepped a little closer.
Zemo sat back in his seat, legs spread, hands on his knees. His eyes never left your face. If you moved a little closer, he would have been able to touch you, but he knew that wasn't allowed.
He watched. Eyes never straying from your face.
He chuckles. The sound low and sexy. It made you wonder about what kind of man he was, who he was.
You get as close as you can, turning your back on him, allowing him to look, but he didn't. You could tell his eyes still hadn't shifted from your head.
Were you not his type?
You sighed softly and figured you would leave him be at the end of the song. You got paid, so you would do what you came to do.
However, when the song did end and you stopped dancing, he stopped you from leaving.
"Don't go."
"Do you want another one?"
The song began to play and you eyes him curiously. Why not? No one else had been interested up until this point and he was definitely handsome.
You began to sway again, putting more effort into it this time. You remained as close as possible to him, dancing right in front of his face, showing off everything you had to offer, but his eyes barely stuck to anything that wasn't your face. Though this time you could tell he was interested. He seemed really amused.
From across the club, Sam and Bucky were watching.
"I didn't think he would enjoy nearly as much as he appears to be," Bucky said, curiously.
"So much for that idea, Buck."
Bucky glared at him.
Three dances. You gave him a lap dance to three songs total and he paid you a fair amount for it. He let you go and finished his drink before getting up and walking over to the boys across the way.
He smirked at the way Bucky was looking at him.
"Thank you, James."
"How did you know I sent them over?"
"I saw you, you're not nearly as discreet as you may think," Zemo laughed.
Bucky rolled his eyes and turned away from Zemo.
"Worth a shot."
"There was nothing displaying about a lap dance, James. Perhaps you would like one too?"
"Shut up, Zemo."
Sam was finding it very hard to contain his laughter as he listened to this conversation.
Zemo ordered one more drink before they left.
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mymagicsuitcase · 3 hours ago
Purple is a good a colour | Helmut Zemo
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I changed your request a little bit because I didn't know how to make the whole prison guard thing work into it.
Implied smut. Mostly just build up.
There was something Zemo wanted to do. A little idea that had come to him a little while back. Normally he would never do this, but due to your obsession with the character, and the fact he honestly looked the look, he would do this for you.
You weren't home right now. You had taken a walk, as you did most days, so this allowed him time to prepare.
Maybe it was the colour purple that you like so much. All the interesting villains seem to wear purple in some aspect. Perhaps that why you were so lured to him.
He chuckles at the thought, doing up his vest. He admired the pattern in the mirror. He actually looked really good in it. Grabbing the jacket, he tugs it on.
This was many layers to remove later, but he was sure you would have your fun with it.
He straightened out the collar and heard the door open downstairs. You were home. He did one final check in the mirror and went to sit on the end of the bed, feet crossed at the ankles, hands intended in his lap.
You would come up sooner or later.
It was quiet for a few minutes, and then he heard you call his name. It was obvious you were looking for him. He chuckled quietly to himself.
"Helmut?" You were just down the hall. "Hello?"
"In here, my love."
You push open the door, prepared to say something, but all words are caught in your throat as you stare at the sight in front of you. You blink a couple of times as you take in what you're seeing.
"Is that-?
"Do you like it?" He grins, opening his arms a little, showing off the outfit.
"That's... that's the Master's suit from Doctor Who." You look him up and down.
"Yes. It is. Trailer made, by the way."
Of course it was, why wouldn't it be? Zemo would want it to be perfect on him. You rolled your eyes and chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest.
"You like him don't you?" He asks, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Well, yeah. He is one of my top characters from the show. Why are you cosplaying him?" You laugh softly.
"Because I thought you would like it."
You walk a little closer to where he is sitting, smiling softly. You look him up and down once again.
"You do look really good."
He looks at you smugly, you're close enough he could grab you and pull you into his lap, but he doesn't. He just watches you, lips curled upward. There's a mischievous glint in his eye.
"You're missing one little thing," you say, standing between his now open legs.
"What is that?"
"Well, at the end of the series, he was this really attractive beard. Kind of suits his mad man persona." You reach out and place yours hands on either side of his face. You caress his cheeks gently. He smiles under your touch.
"Perhaps next time I'll get it right."
You smile and lean in really close. His hands raise and loops around your waist. He pulls you in closer. You kiss him softly, hands wandering down his neck to his chest.
Purple was definitely his colour. God, he looked so good in it. You push the jacket from his shoulders. He only let's go long enough to take it off, his hands returning to you right after. You toss the purple coat to the side and straddle his lap.
You lean back and trail the row of buttons down the vest. You nibble at your lower lip as you do so, moving your finger slowly. Zemo watched your hand with curious dark eyes.
You pop a button. His eyes flicker back up to yours, smirk tugging at his lips still. You pop another, and another. You do it slowly, drawing it out. When the last button is open, you leave the rest sitting there, trailing your hand over his shirt.
"You know, there is one specific thing you have in common with that version of the Master that I love. Other than the fact you both look so good in purple," you say, looking up at his face.
"What is that?"
"Your eyes. You both have stunning dark eyes."
The way he looks at you, it's so soft and gentle. There seems to be a little surprise on his face. He hadn't been expecting you to say something so lovely.
You push the vest off him the rest of the way and toss it to the side.
"I feel bad undressing you. You looked rather smart in that suit."
"Oh, I put it on with the intention of you taking it off," he chuckles.
You give him a little kiss.
"You're keeping it, right?"
"That was the intention."
"Good. My very own Master."
"Careful, my dear. You might have started something we can't go back on."
You grin at him.
"Maybe I like that idea."
He pulls you right down against him, kissing you in a much more hungry manner than before.
You push him back so he lays back against the bed. You sit up and look down at him, slightly flushed.
"There is one person I love more than the Master though."
"Who is that?"
You chuckle.
"You, silly. My handsome Baron."
He smiles up at you.
"That's the right answer. Now, are we keeping these on, or are these coming off too? It's not that I don't love your compliments, but these pants are becoming quickly uncomfortable."
You grin.
"I am aware. I can feel it," you tease him.
Zemo pulls you dow to him again to kiss you. It was going to be a long night.
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lesbian-deadpool · 4 hours ago
Y/N: I got called pretty today.
Y/N: Actually the full statement was “You’re pretty dumb”, but I’m only focusing on positive things today.
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nyctophicbtch · 4 hours ago
Breakfast and Mornings and Things - Avengers
[ Avengers x reader ]
Author's note: Just thought I'd do a short drabble with some of the avengers :)
You groaned and got out of bed as your alarm went off. You didn't have training this morning, which was a relief considering your tired state. You quickly changed out of your pajamas and got ready for breakfast. 
You hadn't been an avenger for too long, so you were still getting used to the whole avengers tower thing. You'd still get lost sometimes, and you'd have to ask Friday for help around the compound. 
You yawned as you walked through the rooms and entered the kitchen to see Tony already snacking on a piece of bread. 
"Morning." You greeted lazily as you stride to take some cereal from the cupboard. It didn't take long for Nat and Steve to join the two of you for breakfast. 
"Do we have more coffee?" Steve asked as he saw Tony take the last bit of coffee. 
"Yep, in... one of those drawers." Tony pointed towards the many drawers that Steve has to go through to get more coffee. 
"Goodluck old man." You chuckled as Steve sighed and rubbed his forehead just as Sam entered the room. 
You grabbed a bowl and some milk from the fridge and began assembling your cereal. You poured some cereal into the bowl before the milk, causing Sam to protest. 
"Wait wait wait–" Sam made gestures with his hands to stop you from what you were doing. "You pour your cereal first?" 
"Yes. Pouring milk first is just not it." 
"I have to agree with y/n." Wanda piped in as she walked towards the table. 
"But your cereal gets soggy." He complained, pointing at your cereal to prove his point. 
"I guess I like it slightly soggy." You shrugged, Sam looking like he just saw a chicken riding a ghost. You made your way towards the dining table, next to Wanda, and lift your spoon to start eating when you felt a gush of wind knock the cereal out of your spoon. 
"Piet." You groaned as he slowed down to lean against the wall. 
"What's got you so grumpy printessa?" Smirking, he used his super speed to pick up the bowl of cereal that was in front of you, and started eating it. 
"No fighting in the kitchen, kids!" Tony's voice rang from the living room, where he was enjoying his toast on the couch. 
You never understood the people who live with others and like mornings. You knew that you'd never get used to mornings with the avengers, especially with a bird making comments about your breakfast, and a certain speedster that always steals your food. And you haven't forgotten the commotion that happens in the mornings. Guess I'll just have to get used to this.
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allthatmarvel · 5 hours ago
chapter 3 
warning: talk about praying. 
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All Steve remembered was the coldness in Y/N’s hand when he held it in his for some times... days...nights...and more days... and many more nights. His eyes were heavy in the sleep that he fought away, and he never regretted going against his duty at being a hero--even after Fury yelled at him on the phone for not being there while his other teammates stuck up for him (mostly Natasha, Sam, Bucky, and surprisingly Tony)
It had been nearly a week since the accident and Y/N not waking up. It feared Steve that the doctor’s diagnosis was correct. God... that feared him to the bone. He knew it was nothing he nor the doctor could do if the unthinkable happens. But what he did do... after so many years of ignoring it... denying it... he prayed. He prayed long and hard until his knee clashed against the tiled floors, his hands held together as his head rested upon it, and his body fully leaned on one side of the hospital bed. And he prayed: Dear God... don’t take her from me. She brings out the life I want... the life I need. 
God must have answered his pray at the wrong time... but he did answer it, right? 
One night, day 12, things changed. It wasn’t Steve fault that he wasn’t in the room because Natasha kicked him out to take a shower and grab some things from home. The home he abandoned for so long and made resident at the hospital. All he got on the drive home was a phone call from Nat saying to get his ass back at the hospital now. 
He drove back to the hospital like a maniac, not the picture perfect of America’s Golden Boy. But what can he say... he was in a rush. He thought of the worst. Y/N probably coded and he had to see that when he got to the hospital. He never thought of her waking up because he assumed God didn’t listen and the possibility of her waking up grew much more tinier, day by day.
So when he got to the hospital, he grew impatient for the elevator and ran his way up the backstairs into the ICU. When he got to that floor, he didn't expect it to seem so empty, like it was nothing. He didn’t know what to see or expect, but maybe a flurry of activities from the staff in a certain room -- Y/N’s room -- like the way he saw it on a TV show that played and he mindlessly paid attention to—few days ago. His heart drummed against his chest as he slowly made to the cubicle that held his love. 
That was when his heart skipped a beat. In the room was a doctor and Natasha, leaning over Y/N as her eyes blankly blinked at them. Oh, my God. She was awake. He rushed on over, but Natasha must have sensed it because she quickly stood up and blocked Steve’s path to Y/N.
“Y/N,” he whispered her name as if he was trying to believe it was real. Natasha still blocked him for a certain reason. He turned to Natasha with a scowl. “Let me see her, please,” he tried to move around her, but she matched his movement. He grew agitated and less confused.
“Steve,” Natasha called out her friend’s name. “Steve, listen to me.”
“I’ll listen when you listen, and it is to move, so please do. I hate to use force.” Even with that threat, Natasha still stood her ground. And when Steve looked into them, he saw worrisome fear. And then now he feared. “What - What’s going on?” He turned his attention to the doctor that put a lighted pen into Y/N’s eyes direction.
Steve watched as the doctor did so, until the pen was put away and the doctor turned to Steve. He held no emotion that showed anything, but he looked back at Y/N for some time. “Doctor?” Steve asked again.
The doctor took sometime to look back into Steve’s eyes before telling him the news. “As you can see, Y/N is awake... but it seems that she had one of the side effects from the accident. Memory loss.” 
Steve choked a little on air before trying to deny it. “No. No. You’re lying. She can’t have memory loss. She -” Natasha put a hand on his shoulder before justifying the doctor’s answer.
“I’m sorry, Steve, but it’s true. When they checked her once she woke up... she couldn’t recognized me or even her name.” Steve wouldn’t believe his friend’s words. 
“Why couldn’t you call me sooner or why did I leave? Maybe if she woke up and saw me first, she’ll know. Wait no... what am I saying? She still remembers!”
“Steve,” Natasha still tried. 
“No!” He pushed past by Natasha and walked on over to Y/N. Y/N’s eyes were trained on him the whole time as he walked on over to her bedside. “Maybe it’s just the droopy drugs, right doctor?” he looked up at the doctor but the doctor shook his head no. 
The doctor walked on out to give Natasha and Steve some times with Y/N. “He’s wrong, right Nat?” Natasha didn’t know what to say but excuse herself as well— to call the team on Y/N’s new condition.
He was now left alone with Y/N. He kneeled down on the ground to keep his eyes level to her. “Y/N? Please say something,” he whispered. “Do you know me? I’m Steve. Steve Rogers, your fiancé. Oh, God, I’m your fiancé. Please remember that, please? Or do you know your name?” 
Y/N’s mouth opened and closed quite a few times before she finally spoke. “I’m... I’m... who am I and who are you?” Steve’s heart fell away from his chest. Tears streamed down his face. This couldn’t be happening... this shouldn’t be happening. 
He tenderly pushed a few strands of hair away from her face and tried to smile at her, but failed. “Your name is Y/N L/N. My fiancé. I’m your fiancé, Steve. Captain America... the hard-ass that you usually call me.” He waited for that moment for her to answer, but it never came.
This shouldn’t be happening... it was all that accident fault. He hoped Natasha or the team found something of that sicko and the car. But why did he felt like he was responsibly for all of this. For the walking out of the argument. If he didn’t leave, Y/N might not have left and would have been safe at home. Then he would be home too, in her arms telling her that he loved her. 
But no... he was living his nightmare. She not only couldn’t recognized him, but she didn’t know herself. What a fuck up thing...
Steve still cried as she didn’t say anything else. He watched as she then turned her head away from him and then slowly back at him, as if she was observing the space around her. “Who are you?” she asked him. Steve didn’t answer, because he knew she’d forget again, after saying his name too many times. 
He stood up and paced around the room, before his aggression got the best of him and a punch was let out. A hole was marked into the wall. Crap. He knew the staff was staring at him because of the loud noise, but he didn’t bother to see. Yet, he heard Y/N asked once again: Who are you? Who am I? 
He slowly peered around to see Y/N watching him spiral down. She shouldn’t have seen that. Now he felt ashamed. Angered at himself for letting his love see him like that. Wait... did she know that he loved her?
He slowly, once again, made his way back on over to her. This time she didn’t watched his every moves, but instead, watched at the ceiling in fascination. He caressed her cheek, and she leaned into the touch. That’s good, right? 
“Who are you? Who am I?” Those two same questions that she didn’t know broke Steve’s heart... or whatever left of it.
He gently climbed in beside her with the small room left in the bed, and gently lifted her up and into his arms and into his chest. He cradled the half of her body as he rocked back and forth. Crying, once again. She looked up at him, not a clue of who he was.
“I’m Steve, your fiancé, and I love you.” 
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marvelbias · 5 hours ago
~~~~ This was reposted from my Wattpad @thatguyinzecorner ~~~~
Warning: Some inexplicit language used. So dont read if your not above the age of concent.
You and your boyfriend Vision hardly ever argued. You had only had two in your five months together. Usually you made up in at least an hour. But not today.
You were just lounging in your room, late at night, when you realised that Vision had left his phone there after watching Netflix with you, before retreating back to his own a few minutes ago.
Your eyelids had become droopy, shielding your y/e/c eyes from the bright lights of your room.
You jolted awake, to the sound of Vision's phone ringing. You groaned, and looked to your left, your y/h/c hair flopping across your body.
You picked up the phone, which was lying on the bedside cabinet next to you. The number you didnt recognise, and you waited for them to leave a message, as you felt as though you shouldn't answer as it wasnt your buisness (well not yet anyway, if you see what I mean ;)).
The phone went silent, and Vision's British voice rang around the room, requesting for them to leave a message:
"Hi Vis, it's Jenny. Just wondering if I could come round tonight for us to get up to our usual antics.
Wait no. That's not a good idea. Y/n will be there wouldnt they, that's too risky. Wouldnt want her finding out would we *insert irritating laugh here*.
Ok, baby. See you whenever. Bye."
The line was cut. Tears clouded your vision, you couldn't believe he would do this to you. You were also a bit confused how he hid it from you.
You decided to confront him over it, or else it would just keep plaguing your mind until you did.
You found him in the kitchen, just sitting reading, looking oh so innocent. Most of the others were in there too, doing other stuff, you were intent on making a scene. You stormed in and stood over him, glaring down.
"Yes, my love." He looked up to your eye level.
"Random question. Would you ever cheat on me?" You asked, arms folded. He gulped.
"No. No of course not, why- why would you think that."
"Oh. No reason. Maybe just because a girl called Jenny just called your phone, asking if she could come over TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU." you exclaimed raising your voice at the end part to really catch the others attention. You could tell from his expression that this information was true.
Everyone looked up from what they were doing and giving many confused expressions.
"Ummm, Y/n, I dont really think this is any of our business, could you take it somewhere else?" Steve asked politely, and you caught Nat giving you a sympathizing look, to which you weakly smiled.
"Yeah, yeah, sure. Sorry for disturbing you guys."
You practically dragged Vision to your room and slammed the door behind you.
"HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON FOR." you yelled, making him flinch.
"For a start, I dont see how it any buisness of yours what I do with other girls." He replied smoothly, almost like he had rehersed for this conversation.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME. IM YOUR GIRLFRIEND. DO I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?" Tears streamed down your face, as you brought a shaking hand through your hair.
" W- why. I know I'm slightly overweight and socially awkward. I thought none of that mattered to you." You sobbed, sliding down the wall.
"You- you dont understand y/n."
This, this broke you. You thought he cared, was there for you. Of course. He was an Avenger, girls swooned to him all the time, why would you be special?
Vision was in silence, looking at the floor.
"How many times was it?" You whispered after you had somewhat calmed down.
"SEVEN? SERIOUSLY." You shouted again.
Nat burst in through the door. She took one look at you and immediately knew what the matter was, she was your best friend after all.
She sat next to you, sending Vision a glare. She had a quiet conversation with you, one that he couldn't hear.
When you were finished, she stood approaching Vision, red hair swooping behind her.
"What the hell did she do to deserve a cheating, lying, little bitch like you?" She sneered, shoving him violently in the chest. He stumbled backwards, again he said nothing, just avoided eye contact with both of you.
She went back to you, stroking your hair caringly, as you lay in her lap, reassuring you everything was going to be ok as you silently sobbed.
Vision silently left the room in silence, knowing that you needed space.
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eternallytoph · 5 hours ago
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Summary: You’ve had a rough day and you find comfort in the library
Warnings: Fluff, angst, comfort
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Word Count: 3k
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“Fury, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention-“ Nick immediately cuts you off. “Damn right you weren’t! I took a chance with letting another kid on this damn team and you made me look like a fool! You let me down today.” He snapped. Your eyes begin to fill with warm tears at his words. “I wasn’t on my game. You’re right. It won’t happen again, I promise.” you trembled. “It better not. You’re excused.” He replied sternly before looking down at the file in his hand.
You quickly turned around, pushing the door open and rushing down the hallway. Going to your room was the most predictable choice but instead, you decided to head to the library. The library was quiet and no one ever bothered to go in there which definitely meant some alone time. As you walked you wiped the tears from your eyes frantically, in fear of running into anyone on the way. You finally reach the library, pushing the door open in a hurry and closing it behind you. The air feels less heavy in the library, it’s always clean and the smell from the fireplace is always comforting.
You gently run your fingers against the spines of the books, feeling each different texture under your fingertips. You pull one of the books from the shelf and run your hand over the front of it, admiring the cover. The Little Prince, the same one that you read as a kid. You smiled to yourself as you opened the cover, walking over to the tall dark wood cabinet filled with an array of blankets. You pull one of the knitted blankets from the cabinet and settle down on the loveseat couch.
As you flip through the pages of the book, you hear a slight shuffle from behind one of the bookcases which causes you to snap your head up in confusion. “Is someone there?” you ask lightly. Suddenly, Loki peers his head around the corner of the bookcase with a nervous smile on his face. “Loki? How long have you been there?” You chuckle. “Not much longer before you came running in. You seemed quite upset and I did not want to bother you.” He mumbled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone was in here.” you apologize before closing your book and sitting up.
“Please, stay. Don’t let me get in the way of your alone time.” He pleads. “Are you sure? You were here before me and I don’t wanna be a bother to you.” You ask cautiously. “I’m quite okay with sharing the space. That is if you are okay with it.” He proposes. You smile warmly at him and his posture settles, his tense shoulders relaxing a bit. He pulls a book off the shelf without reading the title and sits on the couch across from the one you’re settled on.
“The Little Prince” Loki smiles. “Hm?” you reply in confusion. He then motions to the book in your hands and you continue. “Oh, yeah. It’s one of my favourites actually.” you smile at him. “Is it? I can’t say I’ve ever read that one. What’s it about?” he asks in a genuine tone. “Well, it’s about a little prince who meets a pilot stranded in the desert. The prince tells the pilot that he was born on an asteroid and he recounts many strange encounters from his travels. I don’t want to spoil it much but it is definitely worth reading” you explain passionately. Loki doesn’t take his eyes off of you the whole time, he enjoys watching you explain the things you love.
“Would you mind reading me some of it?” Loki asks boldly. You’re shocked by his sudden boldness but it makes you smile. “I’d love to. Would it be okay if you sat closer? I’m a pretty quiet reader.” You smile. Loki raises his eyebrow at your words and approaches the couch you’re stretched out on. You quickly sit up and he sits down on the cushion beside you with a soft smile. He hesitantly lifts his hand, wrapping his forearm around both your ankles pulling them back over his lap and gently resting his hand on your leg once you’re settled. You smile at the sudden contact. He nods at you and you reopen the book, landing back on your previous page.
“He could not say anything more. His words were choked by sobbing. The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands. Of what moment now was my hammer, my bolt, or thirst, or death? On one star, one planet, my planet, the Earth, there was a little prince to be comforted. I took him in my arms and rocked him. I said to him: ‘The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle for your sheep. I will draw you a railing to put around your flower. I will…’. I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go hand in hand with him once more. It is such a secret place, the land of tears.” You finish the page, glancing up at Loki only to see his eyes filled with a gentle look, a look that sends butterflies to your stomach.
He gently caresses his hand up and down your leg. His touch is light and delicate. “Did… did you like it?” you stutter. He clears his throat before meeting your gaze. “It was beautiful. You read it beautifully.” He smiles. You chuckle before closing the book and looking back up at him. “So do you think you’ll give it a shot?” you ask hesitantly. “Definitely. Do you mind?” he replies, holding his hand out in front of you. “Not at all. As long as you tell me what you think.” you smile while placing the book in his hand gently. He takes the book and rests it on your legs gently while they still rest on top of his thighs.
“What about you? What’s your favourite book?” you ask, breaking the silence. “I’m afraid my favourite book is one you wouldn’t be able to read. Although, once I can get my hands on a copy of it, maybe I could read it to you.” Loki replies wholeheartedly. “Why wouldn’t I be able to read it?” you chuckle lightly. “I’m afraid it’s one that hasn’t been translated yet. Unless you are able to read Asgardian, you’re stuck with me.” he chuckles in response. “Hm, you’re right. Asgardian language is not something I’ve learned.” you smile back.
You begin to fiddle with the fabric of the blanket, avoiding eye contact with Loki. “Is something bothering you?” he speaks up. “It’s nothing extreme, I’ll be okay,” you reply, focusing on the blanket that rests on your legs. “I’ve been told I can be a good listener. You’re free to speak your mind.” Loki states in a comforting tone. You open your mouth in an attempt to speak but you close it once your eyes meet with Loki’s once again. “It’s okay. You can trust me,” he speaks up once again.
Something about Loki’s eye made you think you could trust him with anything. His touch was comforting. Everything about him was just inviting and comforting. You sigh before clearing your throat to speak more clearly. “Things went badly today, like really badly. I wasn’t paying attention and I didn’t have Nat’s back when I promised I would, she trusted me and I almost got her killed. Fury was really upset afterwards and well… he told me that I let him down. It just really hit hard I guess. I feel like I’m always just letting everyone down.” you reply. Your chest becomes tight as you open up about your feelings, it wasn’t something you did often but Loki really made it feel like it was okay.
“You’ve never let me down.” He replies sternly before reaching over and placing his hand on top of yours. You flinch at the sudden skin-to-skin contact and Loki looks at you in confusion. “I’m sorry… I’m just not used to physical affection I guess.” You sigh. He lifts his hand from yours in worry. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He mutters. “Oh no, it’s not that. Trust me, you don’t make me uncomfortable. It’s just new I guess.” you explain before placing your hand on top of his. He smiles at you warmly. “I can assure you that you don’t let everyone down. I believe you are one of the hardest working people I know. Everyone makes mistakes once in a while, believe it or not. You’re excellent at what you do, don’t let this little slip up make you think any different.” Loki continues in an empathetic tone.
Loki flips his hand, entangling your fingers with his as he continues to sympathize with you. “Now I am a firm believer in the fact that no one can completely sympathize with someone else. Everyone goes through things differently. What I do know for sure is that you’re strong, compelling, tender, passionate, might I add, ravishing.” Loki states, his voice filled with honesty. “You… you truly mean that?” you ask in disbelief.
“Yes. I do. It pains me knowing that is hard for you to believe. Just know that I do mean every word.” Loki replies in a dejected tone. You sigh and raise your hand, resting it gently against Loki’s cheek. His skin is soft, it feels delicate and cold. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes and sighing at the intimate contact. “You’re so kind Loki. There is so much good in your heart.” You reply in honesty. “Excuse my candour, but the good in my heart is mostly for you.” He sighs, his eyes still closed as his head rests in your hand.
He rests there for a moment before opening his eyes again and meeting your gaze. “You’re dangerous.” He sighs, pulling your hand down from his face. You sit up, removing your legs from his lap and crossing them in front of you, confined to a single cushion. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep.” you mutter, looking down at your hands. Loki sighs and leans forward, holding his head in his hands. “You didn’t overstep. I simply just enjoyed it too much.” He mutters back. “Is that such a back thing?” you question. “It goes against everything that I’ve stood for in these past few years.” He snaps back. “Loki… I don’t understand.” you stammer. “How could you? I myself can’t even understand it.” He snaps again, looking back up at you.
“Maybe, you could explain it to me?” you ask hesitantly. He looks at you in confusion and sighs. “I promised myself that I would not open up to anyone. I refuse to let myself be hurt by anybody, not again. I have felt the pain of betrayal and I can say with certainty that I do not wish to ever feel it again.” He explained in honesty. Your eyes soften and you lean forward, resting your forehead against Loki’s broad shoulder, avoiding eye contact before responding. “Loki… It can be easy to think everyone’s out to get you when you’ve been hurt before, but instead of being stuck on the pain and everything that went wrong, you must allow yourself the power of forgiveness. Forgiveness can be so strong. Instead of shutting the world out, think of all the people who love you and the people who think highly of you. Thor, for example, adores you with his whole heart. You’re his little brother, whether you like it or not. Think of how you keep trying to be a better person, I know that you’re trying your best to change your ways. You have come such a long way since New York, even then, that wasn’t completely you; let these be reminders that you are a person worthy of love and that you deserve phenomenal love.” you insist, full of care.
Loki sits in silence, he doesn’t reply, his breathing even becomes soft to the point where it’s almost silent. Suddenly, he clears his throat, startling you. “Look at me.” He replies sternly. You hesitantly lift your head and his eyes meet yours. His face is red, tears had flown down his cheeks leaving salty streaks on his delicate skin. His eyes are a slight pink and his lips are slightly parted, letting out small breaths. Your eyes, full of worry, scan his face frantically. You didn’t even know that he had been crying, he was so silent, almost as if he was experienced in silently sobbing.
Before you can speak again, he swiftly lifts his hands, gently holding each side of your face in his hands. He pulls you closer to him, resting his forehead against yours. His nose delicately brushes against yours as he searches your eyes almost as if he is trying to understand you in a simple gaze. He lets out a shuttered breath against your lips. “Can I?” He whispers softly, almost to the point where it’s unintelligible. You simply nod before he connects your lips with his, passionately inhaling at the moment of contact like it was something he had been waiting for and needing for a long time. His lips are soft and sweet, his tongue is delicate and swift as his mouth explores yours. His scent wraps around you, filling your nostrils with a warm mix of the burning fireplace, sandalwood and vanilla. Everything about it is comforting, he is comforting.
After a few more moments, you gently pull away, taking a deep breath. He moves his hands down to your shoulders and you tilt your head to look up at him. “I’m going to let you down.” He sighs before looking down, avoiding your eyes. “You won’t let me down Loki,” you state sympathetically.
“No... no.. the thing is, I will, more than once probably.” he sighs again. Before you can protest he continues on. “But, I am greedy. I don’t want to let you go. I give you my word now, I will never… ever, intentionally hurt you. I know that I am not perfect and I know that I am often torn between good and evil, but you, for you, I want to be good.” he stammers, another year flowing down his delicate cheek. You gently place your hand against his cheek, wiping the single tear away and lifting his face up to meet your gaze. His guard is broken down when his eyes meet yours and he sees the unexpected. He sees sympathy, understanding and care. “We all make mistakes. I promise you that with every mistake you make, I will be there with you along the way to guide you in the right direction. I promise.” you smile weakly. He is unable to hold back his tears at your words, he leans down resting his face in the crook of your neck, letting his cries out but this time they are not silent. For the first time in a very long time, Loki doesn’t feel the need to muffle and disguise his pain, he feels safe. You gently run your hand across his back, caressing him as he lets out his pain.
Once his sobs become less frequent, he lifts his head to reveal his face. His eyes are redder and his cheeks are flushed pink. His cheeks are tear-stained and salty. As you gently and intricately wipe his tears away, he examines your face. He smiles to himself as he watches the way your eyelashes flutter when you blink, he admires the tone of your lips and how beautifully the colour compliments your skin. He studies your complexion and admires how delicate and beautiful you look in this lighting. “I was right, you are very dangerous.” Loki chuckles lightly. “Oh yeah? How so?” you ask, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “You, my dear, have me wrapped around the pretty little finger of yours. You have me wrapped so tightly that I would follow you anywhere, anything you say, I will do. You have me.” he chuckles again softly. You smile, cheeks flushing with pink at his words. He watches your smile and leans in once again, planting a soft and delicate kiss on your forehead, then down to the tip of your nose, finally landing on your lips, tangling his soft lips with yours. You giggle at the sudden affection and he only smiles wider.
Once he breaks the kiss, he sits back against the back of the loveseat and pats his chest, holding his arm out for you to cuddle underneath. You gently lean in and cozy up against his side as he rests his arm around you, settling with a sigh of comfort and relief. You hesitantly pick up the small book that had fallen between you two in the moment, holding it up to him with a smile. “You would like me to read?” he asks with a chuckle. “I would love it if you did,” you reply softly. He smiles as he opens the book once again, continuing from the familiar page that you had read to him not too long before. You close your eyes as you listen to the mix of the crackling of the warm fireplace and the hum of Loki’s voice as he reads the book that brings you so much comfort. He lifts his hand and runs it softly through your hair, soothing you as he reads. What once was a day filled with guilt, sadness and anger was now saved and filled with love, comfort and most of all, understanding.
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the-soulofdevil · 5 hours ago
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Pairing: Scott Lang X reader.
Theme: Dark Fic.
Warnings: noncon/dubcon, manipulation, stalking, blood. Trigger warning 18+. More Warnings will be added when the chapter is posted.
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lotusss-flowerbomb · 5 hours ago
Something Like A Virgin
Bucky x reader
Warnings: Smut (like y’all ain’t know), 18+
A/N: This story has unprotected sex. Remember that this is fiction and in real life even if you you pack it in plastic it’ll still be fantastic.
Word Count: 2,492
"I knew this was a bad idea," Bucky jumped up from his chair to leave.
"No, Bucky, come on," you followed behind him.
"You promised not to make fun of me," he said.
"I didn't!" You proclaimed.
"You aww'd me. You do that when you're making fun of Bruce all the time."
He was right. But this time you didn't mean it towards him.
"No, I just think it's sweet, that's all. You don't have to be embarrassed," you grabbed his hand.
"I'm not embarrassed. I've had plenty of sex before. I'm not a virgin."
"Yeah, but you've only done it when hydra was in your head. You've never done it of your own volition, so you're something like a virgin, babe." You explained.
"I don't know why I thought telling you was a good idea," he exhaled.
"We both know why you told me, Bucky. It's because you want to fuck me, right?"
That was exactly right, but instead of asking you out properly, he tripped all over his words and suddenly what he wanted to say came out as him telling his secrets.
Bucky swallowed hard. He was speechless at how straight forward you were.
"It's so cute that I make you nervous," you smiled devilishly. "Tell you what, I'll give you three days to prepare yourself, then I'll meet you at your place at 8." You tapped his nose and walked away.
Day 1
Bucky was a nervous wreck. He had no idea what to do for you and he needed to figure it out quickly with only a few days to prepare. He Googled "date ideas" and scrolled through the many suggestions.
"What are you doing?" T'Challa asked looking over his shoulder.
"Nothing," he quickly locked the phone and put it face down beside him.
"Mmm hmm, you have a date? With who?"
Before he could answer you walked into the room.
"Your Majesty," you curtsied.
"Please, you know I hate it when you do that," he stood to hug you.
"How are you?"
"The sun is shining, so I cannot complain."
"And how are you?" You turned to a quiet Bucky.
"Fine," he shifted in his seat.
"Okay, well I just wanted to come say hello since I heard you were here. I'll leave you guys to it." You exited the room.
They both said goodbye and T'Challa eyeballed Bucky.
"She is going to eat you alive," he snickers.
"I'm gonna cancel," Bucky pulled out his phone to text you.
"You will do no such thing. I will have no brother of mine running from a challenge. Come on, we'll figure this out together." He pulled out his own phone to help with ideas.
You were simple. Bucky had noticed the little things made you happiest and technically you didn't say it was a date, rather than just sex, but he still wanted to do something romantic.
The two men worked together and came up with a few ideas. Bucky thought it was overkill, but T'Challa was already on his phone arranging for someone to come decorate and set up the apartment.
"Do you also need tips on how to make her —"
"No!" Bucky cut him off.
"I'm kidding," he laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "I guess I should get work since I'm here. I hope your date goes well."
Day 2 
Bucky inhaled and then exhaled before knocking on your door.
You smiled at him when you opened it and saw him on the other side.
"Hey, Buck, what's going on?" You asked.
"I just wanted to see you," he said shyly.
"Oh, that's sweet," you moved to the side and let him in.
He went over to the couch and took a seat. You sat next to him awkwardly rubbing your hands up and down your thighs.
You sat in silence until you couldn't stand it anymore. You straddled his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.
Bucky was hard within seconds. He palmed your ass in the little shorts you were wearing as he leaned back further and grinded into you.
"Wait," he broke the kiss. "I've got a whole evening planned for us tomorrow. I don't want to ruin it."
"You want to wait? I mean, we can wait if you really want to," you swivel your hips on his lap.
You meant it. If he wanted to wait, you'd respect his wishes. But damn if his thick cock didn't feel good right now.
"I guess we could still do this tomo—"
"Oh, thank goodness," you pressed your lips to his again.
You lifted up a little bit to pull his pants off of his waist. Although you could feel him, you were completely unprepared for what you were looking down at. The thick veiny vessel was already dripping precum.
You wrapped your hand around it and stroked slowly. Bucky leaned his head back with a pleasure filled groan. Sliding down his lap to your knees, you swirled your tongue around the tip and then sucked the head into your mouth, letting it go with a loud smack.
"Mmm, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," you said while looking up at him. "Tell me what you want, Bucky." You went back to slowly stroking him.
When moved to stand you sat back on your legs to give him room. He gripped himself with his flesh hand and grabbed your hair with the other pulling your head back.
"You'll tell me if you can't take it?" He inquired.
You nodded.
"Yes, Sergeant Barnes," he urged you to say.
"Yes, Sergeant Barnes," you repeated.
"That's my girl," he smiled. "Open wide," he tapped the tip of his dick on your lips.
You complied and your pussy throbbed with excitement.
He slid his dick into your mouth, watching as he slowly disappeared inside. You pulled his pants down the rest of the way, so nothing was keeping you from swallowing all of him.
"Fucccckkkk, you're taking me like such a good girl," he grunts.
You were shocked. This is what you'd been waiting to see; Bucky take charge. He was always so shy and careful. Making sure to never do anything to make anyone uncomfortable, but now was his time to let loose and you were loving every moment of it.
He fucked your throat and listened to the sounds of you taking it all in. Your nails dug into his thighs and the tears streamed down your face. He finally pulled out to give you a break.
Bucky needed to feel you. He sat back down and patted his lap, signaling for you to sit. You slowly lowered yourself down on him.
"Ooooh, yessss!"
"Feel good, baby?"
"Yes, Sergeant," you kissed his throat.
You tucked your feet beneath his legs and bounced on his dick. Bucky ran his tongue over your nipple and sucked it into his mouth.
You grabbed his chin and put his head back. He smirked up at you and stuck his tongue out. You sucked on it and then swirled yours with his into a sloppy kiss.
He was close to his orgasm, so he grabbed your hips and fucked into you rapidly.
"Fuck yes, you gonna cum for me?" You held on taking him all in.
"Right in this tight little pussy."
"No, Buck, I'm not —"
He grabbed your throat, cutting off your words, "Do not deny me."
"Shit!" You yelled as you came all over him.
It was something about the demanding tone of his voice and the cool vibranium wrapped around your throat that tipped you over the edge immediately.
You watched the metal shift in his arm as he started cumming. You kept fucking until he gave you all that he had.
"Fuck," he groaned as he pressed soft kisses in between your breasts and then finally to your lips.
You tried to get up, but he held you in place with a soft, "Not yet."
Day 3
The day had finally arrived. Bucky had been on cloud nine ever since the two of you had fucked. It had only been a few hours and he was definitely craving more of you.
Bucky was walking past the media room when he heard your laugh. He saw you sitting far too close to Pietro for his liking, so he decided to come in.
"Hey, can I talk to you for a second," he grabbed your hand and pulled you up without waiting for a reply.
He practically dragged you into the other room and shut the door behind you.
"What the hell, Bucky?" You asked.
"Why is he touching you?"
"What?" You scrunch your face.
"You're all leaning on him and giggling. I don't like it," he said.
"Aw, are you jealous?"
"Y/N, I'm serious," his voice deepened.
You unbuttoned your pants and grabbed his hand, sliding them down into your panties and curling his fingers into your wet pussy.
"You feel that? That's all for you, Sergeant," you swiveled your hips so you could fuck his fingers.
Bucky groaned. You were soaking wet and his dick was so hard, that he wanted to take you right then and there, but resisted the urge. Instead, he kept working his fingers inside of you.
"Don't stop, baby, I'm so close." You grabbed on to his wrist.
Your moans were getting louder and louder the closer you got to your climax.
"Mmm, fuccckkk!"
He pulled his fingers from you and worked your clit as the pleasure washed over you.
Bucky rubbed his fingers between your folds again and then pulled them out. Loving the look of your slick nectar on his fingers. He stuck his middle finger in your mouth and watched you suck your juices off. Saving the other for himself.
"I can't wait until later," he said in your ear and then walked out of the room.
It made your pussy quiver all over again.
Finally, the time rolls around for you to go to Bucky's apartment. When you made these plans, you were full of confidence, so why were you nervous right now??
You knocked on his door and waited a few seconds for him to answer.
"Hey, doll," he opened the door and quickly stepped out.
"Um, so I'm not coming inside?" You laughed nervously.
"Yes, but put this on first. I want it to be a real surprise," he slid a mask over your eyes.
"Buck, what are you up to?" You questioned.
He opened the door and led you inside.
"Okay, are you ready?"
You pulled the mask off instead of waiting. Your eyes widened in surprise when you looked around the apartment. Flowers and candles covered just about every space.
Your silence was scary. Bucky was getting nervous that he'd over done it for a night that was supposed to just be about sex. He didn't want to run you off, but the hopeless romantic in him wanted to do something special.
"You did all of this for me?" You turned to him.
"Yeah, um, T'Challa helped me get this set up," he rubbed his neck.
He was once again met with silence.
"I can blow out the candles if it's too much."
"No, no it's not too much. No one has ever done this for me before. And honestly, I didn't even know you had in you."
"I'm a man of my time," he smiled and grabbed your hand to lead you down the candlelit path.
When you entered the bedroom, you were met with more flowers and a giant teddy bear. You squealed and ran over to hug it. It smelled just like Bucky's cologne.
"Thank you," you turned around to kiss him. "I feel bad that I didn't get you anything."
"Oh, you'll get me plenty," he scooped you up, so you'd wrap your legs around his waist.
He carried you to the bed and laid you down.
"You look beautiful."
"Thank y—"
Was all you got out before he ripped your dress down the front. He pulled off the flimsy lace underwear and threw them aside before diving in between your thighs.
Bucky licked and sucked your clit with such fervor, you were beginning to think that he was enjoying himself far more than you were.
He pushed your knees up, so your entire pussy was in his face. You lifted up on your elbows so you could watch.
"Ooh, yes, let me see that tongue. Now suck this pussy, baby," you chanted.
He moaned into you as did everything you requested.
Unable to stand it anymore, he used one hand to unbutton his pants and slowly stroke his pulsing cock.
"I'm gonna cum!" You grabbed a fist full of his hair and fucked his face.
He locked his arms around your thighs and enjoyed every moment of this. Your legs trembled in his hold as you soaked his face.
Bucky stood up and stroked himself some more. He could eat your pussy forever, but he needed to feel you.
"You ready for me?" He quizzed.
You couldn't speak. Just slid your hand in between your legs and spread your pussy lips. He guided himself inside of you with a heavy groan as he inched in deeper.
Rolling his hips slowly, he watched as you bit your lip and pinched your eyes shut. Your back arching as he hit your spot just right.
"Turn over," he pulled out. "Mm, now arch that back for. Good girlllll," he hummed.
He slid back into your wet core and fucked you harder. His hips snapped to the perfect rhythm as you gripped the blankets.
"Yes! Fuck, don't stop!" You yelled.
"You gonna be a good little doll and cum for me again?" He smacked your ass.
"Ah! Yes, Sergeant Barnes!"
"Not yet. Not until you tell me I can cum in my pussy."
You tightened around him. There he goes again being demanding. You were loving it.
"I want you to — fuck, this is your pussy. Cum in this pussyyyyy!" The dam broke.
You coated him in your essence and he watched his dick as he exploded inside of you.
His stuttering hips added to your pleasure. You made sure to stay perfectly arched for him until he was done, then he slowly pulled out and watched the mixture of cum leak out of you.
Bucky smacked your sensitive pussy lightly. He just couldn't get enough of you.
He pulled you into his chest and kissed your shoulder. Heavy breathing resounding throughout the room.
He cuddled you for a few minutes before going to the bathroom and starting a bath. His dick was still semi hard, so it smacked his thigh as he walked and your pussy was ready for another round at the sight.
He smiled when he noticed you watching.
"Don't worry, doll, I'm not finished with you yet," he promised.
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syiano · 6 hours ago
AYE EVAN I heard you wanted some headcanons from your request-
Steve x Male!Reader
Jealous! Steve Headcanons
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☆Now, Steve doesn't get jealous easily, even if you're getting lots of attention that's not from him - the most you'll get from Steve is him being pouty and looking at you like a sad puppy. 
☆But as long as you give him affection later on, he's good.
☆You're an agent of SHIELD, but you're not part of the Avengers.
☆There's another agent who you're friends with. Since you haven't introduced them to him yet, he does confront them and questions them.
☆Steve feel a little bad and jealous when he finds you're talking to them more than him, and how they've been taking most of your attention.
☆At first, he tries to not let it bother him too much. He saw that you looked happy, and he felt the need to not want to bother you, since you're allies and all.
☆Yes, you noticed knew he was jealous even though he tried to hide it. (Spoiler: He was bad at hiding it)
☆And he wants to accompany you more before asking where you're going ('cause he's a protective dork).
☆But Steve immediately felt a sting when the agent began to be a little touchy, such as a hand on your shoulder.
☆The agent started getting more touchy, and he would notice their hand sometimes pulling you in by the waist, and he wasn't having any of it.
☆He becomes really bothered by it, and anyone being really touchy with you is off limits.
☆Steve confronts them and just makes an excuse saying you have work to do, and drags you away because he doesn't want to make a scene in public.
☆You'll notice he's a little quiet but more affectionate with you than usual.
☆Steve insists on you staying with him, and to make an excuse saying he's just worried about you when you would question it.
☆He checks up on you more than usual.
☆He perfers not to bring up anything that's happened, so he's not very amused when you would tease him about being jealous.
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syiano · 6 hours ago
Avengers x Male!Reader
Marvel Preferences: They Meet Your Puppy
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Steve is so happy when he first meets your puppy. He's never been able to have a pet before because of how sick he used to be, so he's going to take time to cherish this. He likes going on walks with them (is that going to replace his morning runs?) and his heart melts whenever he greets them.
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At first, Bucky is scared because your puppy is just so small and he was afraid of hurting them. But when your puppy just keeps coming back to him, he's so touched and he can't help but notice how cute they are. He only touches then with his arm (not his metal one), and there would be times where he let's your puppy walk all over his lap. He's really protective of your puppy and he's like, *tiny pup, most protect*.
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Tony completely spoils your puppy; toys, beds, expensive food, basically everything, even if you say he doesn't need to buy all this stuff. He makes a disgusted noise when you puppy starts licking him and tries shooing them away (only to make your puppy angry at him and bite his shoes).
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Sam teases you about you paying more attention to your puppy than him, and saying their your little bodyguard. He likes to tease your puppy (causing them to bite his fingers) and thinks it's cute making them a little mad, until they end up ripping up all his stuff...
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Scott is overly exicted and spends most of his time playing with them, along with Cassie. Since he's hyper, he will play with them until he's all tired out, and will take a nap with them only for you to wake him up scold Scott for not cleaning up the mess that was made.
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Peter doesn't know if he should cry or just be overly exicted, but he's kind of doing both. He's always wanted a puppy as a kid, so this is a big thing for him. He's loves petting them and playing with them. But you did scold Peter one time for forgetting for leaving his web shooters out and the puppy got stuck webs...
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Bruce is also a little nervous at first, but he soon learns to love them. Everyone thinks it's adorable how a guy who turns into the Hulk can have his heart easily melt as soon as he sees a small puppy, and how he just likes to hug them to calm down
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Thor thinks your puppy is so small and adorable, immediately picking them up and holding them. He has never seen these 'Midgardian pets' before, so you're going to have to teach him some stuff. No, Thor, you can't feed the puppy everything. No, Thor, you can't toss the puppy up in the air like a baby!
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Loki isn't a big fan of dogs, but he will let it pass. He looks grumpy whenever your puppy will try to get his attention or tug at his clothes, but he doesn't admit to you how he thinks that they're so cute. He teases you and how your puppy reminds him of you, so happy and innocent.
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Pietro is just so exicted, especially since he never got to have any pets he wanted as a kid. He plays with your puppy nonstop, but you have to remind him not to play too rough with them. He does everything with them and there will never be a time where they're not together. Pietro is also really protective of your puppy and always looks after them.
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