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lokiswifeduh · 4 months
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Oh Honey
summary: The reader is sick with covid, and Bucky doesn't care about risking his own health when his girlfriend isn't feeling good.
pairings: Bucky x fem!reader
warnings: talk of covid-19, talks of sickness.
A/N: This is a very short one but I currently have covid and feel like I'm dying rn :(
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"Doll?" Bucky walks into your shared bedroom, squinting in the dark to see you sniffling under the blanket. He makes his way over, placing a hand on your shoulder, softly rubbing back and forth, the gesture soothing your body aches only a little.
You sniffled once again, still not being able to breathe through your nose. Bucky rubbed his flesh thumb over your lips, "You know I love your lips doll, but I think that'll help." He softly swipes some honey-based chapstick over your lips.
You hum in response, opening your eyes to see Bucky's steel blue ones gazing down at you. Softly pushing him away you groan, "Buck, you'll get sick. I-" You start to pass out mid-sentence as Bucky grabs the thermometer, placing it on your temple." After a couple seconds, it pops up 103.4. "Oh doll, We gotta go."
He moves to wrap his arms under your body, moving you with the least amount of discomfort possible. "Where are we going?" You mumble, gripping onto his metal palm. "We're gonna take a trip to the tower, doll." You shake your head, "Please, I don't want you to get sick" Bucky places you down in the passenger seat of your car, buckling you in. He smiles, placing a cold hand on your burning-hot cheek. "Oh, Honey. As long as I'm takin' care of you, I don't care about gettin' sick."
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professorrw · 2 years
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Little Rogers
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Pairing: pregnant female reader x Steve Rogers
Request: Could you do one where reader and Steve are in a secret relationship and are pregnant, and the rest of the team don't know that reader exists but when Steve keeps sneaking off they follow him and find out
Warnings: fluff, pregnant reader
A/N: Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!
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Steve Rogers was a very dedicated man. He was a focused man. He rarely got distracted. So why was it that his mind seemed to be elsewhere lately? The group could be standing around having a conversation and someone could try to say something to Steve and he wouldn’t even notice. If he wasn’t needed for anything he was just gone. As soon as they returned from a mission he was in a rush to leave. Maybe Natasha was looking into things too much. She didn’t think she was. She was usually right about most things. Something was going on and she wanted to find out what.
Natasha, Wanda, Vision, and Clint were lounging around in the Avengers Tower waiting for Tony, Steve, and Bruce to return. The three men had been in Russia for six days to speak with an ally of SHIELD. Nick had sent them. Well, not exactly. Bruce and Tony volunteered, but Nick really wanted Steve to go. Fury subtly convinced Cap to tag along with the two brainiacs by telling him how eager the ally was to meet him. And Cap was a people pleaser, so he went.
“Why didn’t Thor have to be here again?” Clint asked. He was laid out on the white couch flipping through channels on the flat screen tv. He didn’t think there was any reason for you four to wait on them to return. He arrived at the tower last, hoping he wouldn’t need to wait long. Alas, he had been waiting for three hours already.
“Thor had business on Asgard,” Vision answered. “He wasn’t able to make it.” Vision sat cross-legged on the opposite end of the couch with Wanda tucked into his side. They were reading a book together.
“Figures,” Clint grumbled. He rolled his eyes and huffed. He sat there for a moment longer before he got up and started walking towards the elevator.
“Where are you going?” Natasha asked. She was just as bored of waiting and wanted to stretch her legs.
“Getting some coffee across the street. People watch maybe. You wanna come?”
So they left. The coffee shop across the street had a couple people in there, but it was quiet. Everyone was going about their business, not paying any mind to the superheroes in the room. Natasha and Clint stood in line waiting for their turn to order. They were going to order their drinks, sit around for a little bit until they got bored, order Wanda something to drink, then go back.
The person at the front of the line, a relatively pregnant woman, got her drink and turned to go sit down. She started taking a sip and only a few steps away from the counter a man bumped into her, resulting in her drink spilling all over her. The man backed away and gave her a grimace, “Watch where you’re going.”
Natasha scoffed and spoke up, “You bumped into her you douchebag.”
“Like hell I did,” the man retorted. “She should have been paying attention. Better yet, she shouldn’t have left her house carrying that thing around.” He pointed at her stomach with a disgusted look.
“You know what, I think you need to leave.” Clint walked out from behind Natasha and stood in front of the man. While Clint got the man to leave, Nat went to help the woman.
“Are you alright?” she asked. 
“Yes, thank you. He’s probably right; I shouldn’t have gone anywhere like this,” she said, motioning to her large stomach. She frowned slightly but she didn’t seem to be upset about the mess that was covering her shirt or the fact that the man was so rude to her. “I just wanted to get my favorite coffee.”
“Your husband couldn’t have gotten it for you?” Nat asked, incredulous. ‘Men’, she thought.
“Oh, he’s um… at work,” she said. She nodded and looked away.
“Well he should be with you and this bun,” Natasha said.
Thirty minutes later, after helping the woman dry her shirt and getting free coffee in return, Nat and Clint were ready to go.
At seven o’clock at night Steve, Tony, and Bruce finally returned. The group had waited for ten hours and they were not happy. Especially Clint. They kept the debrief short and sweet so everyone could leave as quickly as possible. Steve in particular seemed to be in a rush and Natasha had taken notice. From the moment he stepped off the helicopter his brows were furrowed and his mouth was a straight line.
Natasha being Natasha, she had to know what exactly was causing Steve so much trouble. As soon as the meeting was over Cap told everyone goodnight and collected his bags. Natasha waited a few minutes before leaving too. She followed him from a good distance and waited as he went inside a chinese restaurant and left with a large bag of takeout. She knew Steve had an appetite but god, that was a lot of food for one person.
She continued following him for several more blocks until he arrived in front of a basic apartment building. Natasha had seen Steve’s apartment before and it wasn’t here. He went in and so did she a good amount of time later. When she walked into the lobby she saw that the elevator was headed to floor 5. She waited a minute before she started walking up the stairs to that same floor. When she arrived she peeked her head around the corner and saw Steve going into one of the apartments. Her curiosity was at its max.
She knew that if she knocked on the door and Steve saw her standing there he would be alarmed. It would be pretty obvious that she followed him. Which she did. But was it warranted? Was his behavior enough that Natasha’s decision wasn’t strange? She didn’t contemplate those things for very long before she was there, knocking on the door to apartment eight.
Y/n was sitting on her couch, about to eat Chinese food with her husband, Steve, when there was a knock on the door.
“I got it,” she said. Y/n stood up slowly and went to the door while Steve protested, but she just waved him off. She turned the knob and opened the door, wondering who would be coming over at nine o’clock at night. Her mouth dropped open when she saw who was standing in the hall. Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow, Steve’s coworker, and the woman that helped her at the coffee shop earlier that day. Natasha seemed to be equally as shocked, standing there saying nothing and just staring back at y/n.
“Honey, who is it?” Steve called.
“Um… come here,” she answered. In a few moments there he was. His eyes widened when he saw who was standing there.
“Natasha?” Steve asked. “What are you doing here?”
“What are you doing here? This isn’t your apartment.”
Steve sighed, “I’ve got some explaining to do.”
“It would appear so.”
An hour, and all the Chinese takeout later, Natasha sat on the couch with her mouth wide open. “So you’ve kept this a secret this entire time? You had a girlfriend? You got married? You’re about to be A DAD?!? This is crazy.” She shook her head in amazement. “Why didn’t you tell us? We could have helped you out?” Natasha asked.
“I didn’t want y/n or the baby to get hurt. I was protecting them.” Steve squeezed y/n’s hand and looked at her with a warm smile.
A few days after Natasha found out about Steve’s secret life he broke the news to the rest of the Avengers too. The response was as good as he could have asked for; they were all ecstatic and happy for Cap and y/n. Less than two months later a beautiful baby boy was born, and it had an entire group of aunts and uncles that couldn’t wait to see him and hold him.
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felicity38fornow · 10 months
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Kate Bishop | Öncelikler
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Özet: Reader, günlerdir haber alamadığı kız arkadaşıyla ilk defa yüz yüze gelir.
Kate Bishop x Reader
Uyarı: Angst, özlem, ufak ağlayışlar, biraz sinir krizi.
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Kate son bir haftadır hiçbir aramana dönmediğinde ve dün de annesi tutuklandığı için çok endişeliydin. Gözün de kulağın da telefondaydı. Haber kanallarını son günlerde o kadar çok izledin ki her tarafa dehşet saçan çeteler umurunda bile olmadı.
Tek isteğin, kız arkadaşının güvende olduğuyla ilgili bir mesajdı.
Son kavganızı hatırlayarak kendine işkence etmekten kendin bile yorulmuştun.
Gözlerin doldu. Burnun yine sızladı. Oysaki gözyaşlarının çoktan tükendiğini sanıyordun. Çok yoruldun ve çok yıprandın ama Kate ile ilgili bir haber alamadın.
Yorgunlukla içini çekerek çöktüğün balkan zemininden ayrıldın. Noel dahi olsa Kate yanına gelmeyecekti belki de. Yüreğin sıkıştı ve bir an kapı pervazında kaldın. Günlerdir kendini hırpalıyordun ve aklına asla gelmemesi gereken ihtimalleri düşünüyordun ama bu hiç aklına gelmemişti. İhtimal dahi vermedin. Çünkü senin Kate'ın böyle yapmaz. O, sevgisini ve ilgisini vermeyi daima sevmiş biriydi. Asla korkak değildi, kafa tutar ve pes etmezdi.
Ama... ya pes etmişse?
Ya gitmişse?
"Hayır, hayır," diyerek kendini teselli etmeye çalıştın. Yorgun ve acıyan gözlerini kırpıştırarak aklındaki korkunç senaryolardan kurtulmaya çalıştın. "Geri dönecek."
Kate, o gün de dönmedi.
Ve önündeki son üç günde de.
Noel geçip gittiğinde, ailene özürler sıraladın ve işlerinin çok yoğun olduğunu bahane ettin. Ayrıca kız arkadaşınla özel şeyler planladığını da ekledin. Kate'ı çocukluğunuzdan beri tanıdıkları için bunu asla sorun yapmadılar ve bir sonraki tatilinde ikinizi de davet ettiler.
'Burada olursa,' diye içinden şart koştun. Onun yaşayıp yaşamadığını bile bilmiyordun.
Polisler sana pek de yardımcı olmadılar. Blip'ten beş yıl sonra geri dönen insanlardan sonra o kadar çok kayıp ihbarı oldu ki kimse öncelik verileceği bile değildi. Kate'ın öncelik sırasında olmamasına çok sinirlendin elbette ama elinden herhangi bir şey de gelmiyordu. Yapabileceğin tek şey buydu.
Ortak dairenizdeki, ev aslında Kate'e ait, eşyalarının bir kısmını valizlere dolduralı bir gün kadar oluyordu. Kate'den umudunu asla kesmedin ama onun anılarıyla dolu bir evde yirmi dört saat boyunca durmak işkenceden farksızdı. Ayrıca, seni terk ettiğiyle ilgili düşüncen her geçen saat güçleniyordu. Bunu en azından habersiz yapmamasını ummuştun sadece. Tanıdığın tüm uzun yıllar boyunca o asla böyle biri olmasa da, ikiniz de büyüdükçe farklı insanlar oldunuz sonuçta. Belki kolej arkadaşlarından dolayıydı; kafayı bulmuş olabilir miydi? Ama tüm dostlarıyla konuşmuştun. Son kavgalarınız çok şiddetli olduğu içindi belki de? Ama her seferinde birbirinizin gönlünü aldınız.
Tanrım... O zaman neden? Neden kız arkadaşın son bir buçuk haftadır yanında değil?
Bir şey mi yapmadın? Yoksa yanlış bir şey mi yaptın? Çöpü çıkarmayı mı unuttun? Onu incittin mi? Kendisinden vazgeçtiğini mi düşünüyordu?
Ya da... Ona bir şey mi oldu?
Yüreğin sıkıştı, tuttuğun dolap kapaklarını sıktın. Aynadan görebildiğin dağılmış görüntün yüzünü buruşturmana neden oldu. Berbat görünüyordun. Kendini Kate'ı bulmaya o kadar adadın ki birkaç saat önce bir şeyler yiyip yemediğini bile hatırlayamıyordun. Yemedin. Kilon düştü, yüzün çöktü ve kendini sürekli üzgün hissediyordun. Belki bu ana kadar o kadar çok fark etmemiştin ama Kate senin hayatının merkeziydi. Çocukluğun boyunca yanındaydı. Sen onunla büyüdün.
Ama o artık yok.
İç geçirdin.
Sırt çantanı günlerdir düzenli duran yatağınızdan aldın, kapının yanında duran valizi çekmeye başladın. Buradan ayrılmak istemedin ama yalnızlık çok zor gelmeye başladı.
Açık bıraktığın kapıları kapattın. Camları son kez kontrol etmeye başladın. Salona doğru ilerlerken kısık sesler duydun. Yüreğin korku ve heyecanla çarptı. Kate olabilir miydi? O zaman diğer kisi kimdi? Soğukkanlılığını korumaya çalıştın.
Clint ile sessizce tartışan Kate, senin gelişini özlemle izledi. Girişte durdun, ifadesizce ona baktın. Kate, senin bu şekilde davranmana alışık değildi. Yine de seni o kadar çok özledi ki bu davranışların gözüne bile kaçmadı. "Bebeğim," diyerek sana adımlamaya başladı.
Ancak aniden bir adım geriye çekildin, sertçe ona baktın. Aynı zamanda, ne yaptığını da anlamıyordun. Kate, hareketinle duraksadı. "Geri dur." Dedin sakince.
"Çok karışık olduğunu biliyorum ama sana her şeyi açıklayacağım-"
"Gidiyorum,"
"Clint ile olanlara inanamazsın - Ne?" Duraksadı. "Gidiyorum da ne demek?"
Gözlerin birkaç saniye Clint dediği adama değdi. "Sen Clint ile kal. Ben gidiyorum, demek." Dedin sakinliğini koruyarak. Ne hissetmen gerektiğinden emin değildin. "Annen için üzgünüm. Gerçekten. Ve zamanın olursa aileme birkaç mazeret sırala, lütfen."
"Y/N,"
"Teşekkürler, Kate. Her neyse. Artık hiçbir şey önemli değil, değil mi? Hem, bir buçuk hafta boyunca başına bir şey geldiğini düşünerek karakolda yatmamın hiçbir açıklaması olamaz, değil mi?" Alay ettin. "Ah, ya da olabilir. Sonuçta buna değmem, ha?"
Böyle düşündüğün için nefesi kesildi. Clint, ikinizin özel konuşacağını anladığı için Kate'e döndü. "Aşağıda bekliyor olacağım." Diyerek ayrıldı.
Alaylı bakışlarınla adamın arkasından baktın. Senin yanında olmak yerine haftalardır eski Avengers üyesinin yanında olmasının da yanında, bir mesajı bile çok görmüştü. Geceleri karakollarda yattığını unutamazdın. Bu kadar kolay değil.
"Tatlım, kızgın olduğunu anlıyorum." Diye başladı Kate ama sen sinir bozukluğu ile güldüğünde devam edemedi. Kızgın olmak? Gerçekten sadece kızgın olduğunu düşünemezdi. Hayal kırıklığı tüm hücrelerini yakıyordu. Kızgın olmakta haklı değil mıydın zaten?
"Kızgınlık? Kızgın olduğumu mu sanıyorsun?" Dedin gittikçe sesin yükselirken. "Gerçekten kızgın mıyım? Senin için günlerce koşturdum, ölü ya da diri seni bulmak için. Bana sadece bir mesaj atman yeterdi."
"Her şey çok hızlı ve tehlikeli oldu. Kimseye haber verecek vaktim olmadı, kimseyle iletişim kuramadım."
"O zaman anneni nasıl tutukladılar?" Diye sordun daha sakin bir tonda. Nasıl hissetmen gerektiğinden emin değildin. Kızgın olmak bile seni yoruyordu. Kate, şu an seni yoruyordu. Özlemden deliriyor dahi olsan, haksızlığa uğradığın kısmını göz ardı edemezsin.
Cevap veremedi. Kate, kahramanlığı hayatının merkezine koymaya başladıkça seni oradan ittirdi. Bunu fark etmedi. Yıllardır izinden gittiği kahramanla yüz yüze geldiğinde ve sırt sırta savaştığında onun için önemli olan tek şey doğru ve yanlış oldu. Kate gerçekten de bunun farkında değildi ama bunun, seni kaybetmek olduğunu anlayacaktı. Sen, kendinden önce onu tutarken, o da yeni öncelikler belirlemeliydi. Özellikle de bu işe devam edecekse.
"Ben gidiyorum, Katie," dedin usulca. Valizini sıkıca kavradın ve kendine içinden destek oldun. "Belki de düşünme sırası sana gelmiştir."
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İlk ama fena değil gibi? Benimle görüşlerini paylaş! ^^
İstek alıyorum ve kesinlikle yazmaya çalışacağım.
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stevesauve2007 · 1 year
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Watching #marveloneshot #allhailtheking 2014 film starring #benkingsley #samrockwell https://www.instagram.com/p/ClkWQaCDhhH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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echothefandomeater · 2 years
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Star Wars
Oneshots
Rain and Pining (Commander Cody x GN Jedi!Reader)
New Glasses (Bad Batch x GN Reader)
Oh What a Man (Captain Rex x AFAB Non Binary Reader)
Best Thing to Happen to Me (Modern!Obi wan x GN Teacher!Reader)
Like a Big Brother (Platonic Commander Wolffe x GN Padawan!Reader)
A Frustrating Lord PT2 (Anakin Skywalker x Reader, Regency era AU)
Reflection in Hyperspace (Tech x GN!Reader)
Hero Complex (Echo x GN!Reader)
Later (Echo x GN!Reader) -Spoilers for TBB season 2-
Series
Nothing here yet :)
Teeny Ficlets
Bad Haircut (Commander Cody x GN Jedi!Reader)
All For you (Sith!Obi wan x GN Jedi!Reader)
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Marvel
Oneshots
Homemade Fluff (Scott Lang x GN Reader x Hope Van Dyne)
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Kingsman: The Secret Service and The Golden Circle Oneshots Lean On Your Team (Eggsy x GN!Reader x Agent Whiskey)
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pparkerxbbarnes · 2 years
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TASM Oneshot!
Written in Y/N pov
Summary: This is set at a college frat party that your roommate drug you to, you find Peter and really hit it off with him.
Pairing: Peter Parker X F reader
Warnings: SMUT18+, car sex, handjob, some swearing/strong language, mostly fluff, mention of drugs and alcohol, mention of puke.
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"Come on, Y/N. We're going to be late!" My roommate yells, "Sorry, sorry." I say rushing out of the bathroom, "I couldn't find my earrings." She laughs, "Hopefully by the end of the night, you won't be worrying about your earrings." I roll my eyes, "I don't want to get drunk, Erin. I'm just going to make sure you're okay."
She sighs and looks at me, "You need this, Y/N. You need this night out. Okay. Have at least a few drinks with me?" I run a hand through my hair and nod, "A few. No more. You know how I get with alcohol."
She raises her eye brows and laughs, "Oh yeah, I've cleaned your puke off my shoes a couple of times already." I mock her laugh and grab my jacket, "At least I don't run away and slam shots as soon as we arrive, now let's go before I change my mind and stay in."
She mocks me and rolls her eyes, "I promise that won't happen this time!"
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We walk up the steps to the frat house and wait in line to get in, "This is crazy, I want to go back." I whisper to Erin. She isn't even paying attention to me. She's too busy staring at all the college boys who won't give a shit about her in the morning.
"Come on, man. I know the leader of this frat." One guy starts yelling, "Get him out here, he'll tell you who I am." The person at the door shakes his head and pushes him aside. He waves us to come through and Erin grabs my arm, "Let's go." I sigh and follow her in. "Thank you." She says sweetly to the guy at the door.
The music is so loud I can feel the bass in my chest, "Oh my god." I mumble staring at the guys doing keg stands. I look over to the other side and there's people snorting coke,
"Animals." I look around and go to look back at Erin, but she's gone.
"Great." I pull out my phone to text her but some guy carrying another guy knocks into me, causing me to drop my phone. "Fuck." I go to bend down to get it but keep getting pushed around.
"Let me help you." I barely hear over the music. I stand up and look up to see a tall, brown haired boy. "Are you okay?" He tilts his head to look at me, "Hey, are you okay?"
I shake my head and blink a few times after realizing I was just staring at this random person, "Uh. Hi.. yeah. Yeah I'm okay, thank you." He nods and hands me my phone, "Thank you."
He smiles and nods, "You don't come to these much, do you?" I smile shyly and shake my head, "No. my roommate drug me here. I only came so I know she's okay."
He leans in, "Yeah I didn't catch anything you said." He yells, "Come with me." He places a hand on my back and leads me through the crowd of already overly intoxicated people. We go out back to the patio where it's a lot less crazy, "Would you like a drink?" He asks pointing to the kegs. I think for a second, "Yeah. Why not." He walks over and grabs us drinks and comes back, "Thank you." I say taking a sip.
"Peter." He says holding his hand out, "Parker. I'm Peter Parker."
I smile and shake his hand, "Y/N  Y/L/N."
He smiles, "Nice to meet you, Y/N Y/L/N."
I smile, "Nice to meet you, "Peter Parker."
He smiles and points to the chairs, "Would you like to sit?" I nod and walk over. He sits a few inches from me and looks over at me, "So, tell me again. What brought you here?" I take another sip of my drink, "My roommate. She drug me here, but I came to make sure she stays okay." He smiles slightly, "You guys must be close." I nod, "We became roommates freshman year and for the last two and a half years, we just became really close."
He nods, "That's really cool." I shrug, "she's like the sister I never had. Do you, uh. Do you go to school here?" He shakes his head, "I don't. My best friend, who is like a brother to me, also makes me come to these things every now and then."
I raise my eyebrows, "Oh, really?" He sighs, "Yeah, I kinda come for the same reason you do with your friend." I smile, "That's nice, though. A brother looking out for his brother."
He smiles and runs a hand through his hair, "I'm going to be honest, I'm usually really, really awkward when it comes to talking to girls."
I smile and tilt my head, "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think you're doing a very good job."
He blushes and bats the air, "Oh, stop it." I laugh and take another sip of my beer. "So Peter, are you from around here?" He shakes his head, "No actually, I'm from Queens."
My mouth drops, "No shit. I'm from Elmont, just a city over!" He turns towards me quickly, "Say it ain't so." I smile and nod, "Yes, Yes. I moved there with my mom when I was four, stayed there ever since." He shakes his head, "We'll I know for a fact that If I were to ever see you around, I would have definitely made a fool out of myself." I smirk, "Yeah, okay." He laughs, "It's true, Y/N." I look up at him and sigh, "you know, I came here expecting something so much different."
He leans back and props one of his legs on the other, "Oh really?" I nod, "Yeah, the last frat party Erin, my friend, took me to, I was pushing drunks away left and right." I laugh slightly, "You know they have no idea what personal space means." Peter laughs, "I've noticed that."
My phone starts ringing.
I grab it and see Erin's face on the screen.
I look at Peter, "It's Erin, I'm going to take this really quick." He nods and motions for me to answer. "Hey. What's up?" I say. "Where are you? I've been looking all over for you, Y/N." Erin yells. I'm barely able to hear her, "I'm out back, Erin. I'm out.." I sigh and repeat myself a little louder, "Out. Back."
The call ends and I shake my head and sigh, "Sorry about her. She ran off as soon as we got here." He nods, "No it's okay." I shift towards him and before I can say anything else, Erin bursts through the door with two other girls, "Oh my gosh. There you are!" She yells, clearly feeling the alcohol already, "Y/N!"
I sigh and look at Peter, "I'm so sorry." I mouth. He shrugs and smiles, "All good." He mouths back. "Erin, hey. Are you okay?" I say standing up to meet her. She stumbles to me and falls into me, "Whoa. How much have you had to drink already?" She laughs loudly, "I don't know, like 3."
The girls around her laugh, "More like 15." The one girl says, "15 shots of tequila."
My eyes widen and I sigh, "Erin. You know what tequila does to you. Come on, you need to sit down." She pushes me away and stands up, "No. I'm fi-" she looks at Peter, "Who are you?" She drunkenly bites her lip and stumbles over to him. He stands up and holds his hand out, "I'm Peter. Nice to me-" before he can finish introducing himself, she leans over and throws up. I rush over to her and hold her hair back.
I look up at Peter, "I'm so sorry." He sits back down and smiles at me, "It's fine." I put her hair into a ponytail and rub her shoulders. "Why don't I get you home?" I ask her, "You are far too drunk to be here any longer." She whines, "But we just got here." I roll my eyes, "Yeah you should of thought about that 15 shots ago." I stand up and try to pull her up.
"Do you need a ride back?" Peter offers, "I don't mind at all." I sigh, "If you don't mind." I say placing a hand on his hand, "thank you." He smiles and nods, "Yeah, let me help you get her up."
Peter helps me get Erin up and she starts to cry, "No. i don't want to leave." I huff, "No. let's go." She whines the whole way to the car. "Please don't throw up in my car, that's all I ask." Peter says with a slight laugh. Erin groans as she lays in the backseat. I get up front and look over at him, "Thank you." He nods and smiles, "Anytime." He starts the car and points left to right, "Now where am I taking you guys?" I point left and give him the directions to our dormitory.
"Thank you, again." I say kissing him on the cheek. He smiles and nods, "Y-yeah, no problem, Y/N." I look back at Erin and back at Peter, "Don't go anywhere. Wait here."
He nods and smiles. "Come on, Erin. Let's go." She groans and whines as she climbs out of the back seat. "Don't throw up on me." I say throwing her arm over my shoulder. She nods and sluggishly walks with me.
I get her up to our room and I help her change. I lay her down and cover her up. I go to my makeup stand and look in the mirror, "Oh good lord, Y/N." I fluff my hair and sigh, "You look fine." I spray some perfume on me and turn around, "Are you going to be okay?" I ask Erin, "Hey." I walk over and find her sound asleep. I fix her blanket and go back down to Peter.
"Hey, again." He says as I get in the car, "Is she okay?" I smile and nod, "Yeah she's passed out safe and sound." He nods and looks over at me, "So what do you wanna do?" I shrug, "I'm kinda hungry. Want to go get food?" He nods and starts driving.
I don't know what it is but I feel a strong connection here.
A very strong connection.
We go through the drive through and go park in the empty parking lot across the street. "So.." I say taking a bite of my fries, "Do you live with anyone back home?" He shakes his head, "Just my Aunt May."
I nod, "I see, I see." He smiles, "I'm sorry if I'm being awkward, I just don't want to say the wrong thing and scare you off." I smile, "Like I said before, Peter. You're doing pretty good." He smiles and laughs, "Alright alright." I look over at him, admiring how cute he is, "Do you, uh. Do you have any hobbies?" He shrugs, "it's nothing special, but I like to take pictures of everything.."
I shake my head, "Nothing special? Peter, photography is so important, without it we wouldn't have pictures of the most beautiful things in life." He smiles and grabs his phone, "Here's just a couple I sent to myself.. nothing truly amazing." He swipes over a few photos and my mouth drops, "Peter. Don't ever tell me you aren't amazing at this." He shakes his head and laughs slightly and looks over at me, he tilts his head and sighs quietly. "What?" I say handing his phone back.
He shakes his head, "You're amazing." I blush and look away, "no.." he reaches over and grabs my hand, rubbing his thumb over the top of my hand, "You really are."
I set my stuff in the bag and place it on the floor, returning my hand to his, "You know, Peter,” I shift towards him, “I never really met anyone like you before.."
He squeezes my hand, "I can honestly say the same thing about you, Y/N." I smile and look at him. He leans in and places a hand on my cheek, "You're really beautiful." He whispers, "Is it okay if I kiss you?" My heart starts beating like a drum in my chest, I nod and smile, "Yes."
He smiles and leans in, placing his lips on mine.
I cup his face and kiss him back.
We quickly move into making out and it gets hotter and hotter.
He leans back a bit, "Are you okay with this?" He brushes hair out of my face and looks into my eyes, "Because if you're not w-" I cut him off by kissing him again, "Yes. I'm okay with this."
He nods and kisses me again. His hands move into my hair. His kisses trailing under my jaw and down my neck.
My breathing gets heavier and heavier and I look at him, "Are you okay with this?" I ask him. He nods, "Yeah, Y/N. Just as long as I see you again tomorrow."
I smile and nod, "Of course."
He nods towards the backseat and I nod, climbing back after him. He pulls me close to him with one arm and cups my face with the other, deepening the kiss. He slowly lifts me up and lays me down. He kisses down my neck and onto my chest, pushing up my dress.
I take a deep breath as he gently kisses my thigh, grabbing and squeezing as he does.
He looks up at me, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
I nod and smile, "Yes, Peter."
He nods and goes back to kissing my thigh, pulling down my panties. He leans up and takes them and his shirt fully off. I get up and sit on my knees, pulling him into a kiss. His hands go to my waist and I slide my hands down to his pants.
"Peter.." I whisper looking into his eyes,
"Take me please."
He nods and slightly smiles before kissing me again. I undo his pants and he helps push them down. He sits down and I climb onto of him.
I spit into my hand and reach down, grabbing ahold of his cock.
As I stroke him slowly, he grips my waist and his mouth drops open slightly,
"You like that?" I whisper quietly.
He nods and kisses me.
I slowly sit down on him and my head falls forward, resting my forehead on his. "Are you okay?" He whispers placing a hand on my head. I place my hands on his shoulders and lean back to look at him, "Yes." I whisper, "More then okay." He smiles and wraps an arm around my back.
I slowly start to move my hips and grip his shoulders tightly. He cups my face with his hand and tilts my head up, looking into my eyes.
"You feel so good, Y/N." He groans tightening his arm on my waist.
I lean down and kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I grab his hair and pull slightly, "Mm." I moan lowly. He lays me down on my back and gets on top of me.
He slowly inserts himself into me again and starts thrusting. I arch my back and wrap a leg around his waist.
The eye contact we make drives me insane,
"Y/N.." Peter moans quietly over and over again into my neck. I kiss him and run my hands through his hair. "I'm close, Peter."
He nods and slides a hand up my side, "Does that feel okay?"
I nod and gasp, "Yes, Peter.. yes.."
He kisses my neck and reaches up to interlock his fingers with mine.
He starts to slightly pick up his thrusting pace. "Mm," he groans. I squeeze his hand and use my other hand to claw at his shoulder.
I arch my back and moan as I clench, cum all over him. He lets go of my hand and grips my hips, finishing for himself, too.
Breathing heavy, I look up at him as he hovers over me, "You are most definitely amazing, Y/N."
I smile and lean up to kiss him. He gets off of me and we get cleaned up, "I really would like to see you tomorrow.." he says putting his shirt on.
I smile, "What we're you thinking?"
He shrugs, "I know of this great restaurant downtown.. if you're up for it." I sit back and rest my head on his shoulder, "I like lunch." I turn my head to look at him, "And I really like you so it's a date."
He smiles and kisses my forehead, "Deal."
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sweetdreamling · 3 years
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fun times on midgard - loki laufeyson
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pairing: loki x reader
word count: 1k
summary: Loki takes the reader to Midgard for the first time in over 100 years.
a/n: the reader is gender-neutral
“I want to go.”
Loki lets out a sigh, crossing his arms. “I don’t know, you haven’t been to Midgard in years. It’s changed an awful lot since 1918.”
You childishly stomp your foot, letting out a huff. “Come on, Loki. I haven’t been anywhere in ages and I’m going crazy up here with Fandral and the others. Sif is off with Thor, I can’t believe she left here.”
“If we go, we might have to deal with Thor’s little team of Avengers. I’m sure you can handle most of them but they have this green beast. He is quite…” Loki trails off, looking quite horrified as he relives the memory of Hulk smashing him.
“Ah, Thor’s told me about his berserker friend, I’d love to meet him! Come on, Loki! Take me to Midgard. I want to know if their preferences in ice cream have changed.”
Loki shakes his head, knowing it was useless to try to change your mind. “I said come on, Loki!” You wrap your hand around his tie, tugging gently.
“Alright! Alright, stop rushing me and let go of my tie will you?” He places a hand on your shoulder, teleporting away.
A gasp leaves your lips as you take in the sight in front of you. “Oh, they definitely didn’t have this in 1918.” You pointed to the gigantic screens in the middle of Times Square. “I want ice cream, take me to some.” You demand, turning to Loki.
“So demanding, come along.” He takes your hand, leading you through the busy streets of New York.
“Midgard has changed in some ways but not as much as I thought. Tell me, do they still squabble like children of petty things? The last time I was here I fought in a war for them, I never knew they could be so cruel and violent towards one another for the simple matter of skin color, sexuality, and belief differences. They put some of our greatest enemies to shame with their torture and war methods.” You let out a sad sigh, suddenly losing your appetite for ice cream.
“If it helps, they are slowly progressing. They won’t change overnight. Even if they were to have one ruler t-”
“Oh, Norns not this again. Loki, your plan failed, you got your ass kicked let it go.”
Loki gives you a scandalized look as you go back to your ice cream, not wanting it to go to waste.
“Beg your pardon? If I was in my right mind, I would’ve won. I could’ve conquered Midgard, Y/N. I could’ve conquered and we would’ve ruled them with a firm hand. It would’ve been glorious.”
Your deadpan expression doesn’t change. “Loki, that plan sucked ass and we both know you truly didn’t want to rule Midgard, just as you didn’t want to rule Asgard. You just love to show up Thor and what better way to do it by conquering the realm his mortal lover lived on? Plus wasn’t that purple grape in your head along with the space stone? My love, you would’ve been a shitty ruler. Don’t get me started with my issues, first time someone pisses me off, I’m going to chop their head off. No questions asked. We’d get bored after six months.”
Loki is silent before deflating, “I suppose you are right in a way.”
“I’m always right. Now I want more ice cream and then take me exploring some more.”
The cashier gulps as he sees the pair of you coming back to the counter. “Please don’t pull your sword out on me anymore.”
Loki smirks knowing you pulled out your sword only to get free ice cream and scare the cashier for fun.
“I want more ice cream, this time on a cone. Hurry.” Your glare doesn’t lessen on the terrified cashier until his trembling hands are handing you and Loki your ice cream cones. Suddenly your expression changes, a bright smile on your face, “Thank you mortal! You’ve been a wonderful server. Have a good day.”
Loki hears the poor cashier let out a sigh, followed by a curse, “what the fuck was that? Was that Loki?”
“You are such a troll,” Loki says as the two of you make your way out of the shop. You pretend to look clueless, “what’s a troll?”
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The two of you spent the rest of the day touring New York, Loki taking you to popular sites. It was a truly peaceful day until the Avengers ruined it of course.
Loki gives the landing quinjet a disappointed glare as he pushes you behind him. “Loki, what are you doing? Who are they?”
“These are my brother’s Avengers. They’ve more than likely come to attack and arrest us.” Loki replies. He doesn’t see your hardened gaze as you watched the Avengers exit the jet.
“Loki, we need you to come with us.” The man in a bright, colored costume and shield says, extending a hand with a pair of cuffs.
“My apologies but are those bedclothes?” You asked from behind Loki. The question causes everyone’s eyes to turn to you. You hear the metal robot let out a snicker as the green beast grunts.
“Who are you? Are you an accomplice of Loki’s?” Bedclothes ask.
“I am Y/N, that’s all you need to know. Now, who should I start with first?” You question, holding out a hand, catching the arrow that was hurdling towards Loki's head. You snap it in half, letting the pieces fall to the ground. “It’s obvious you came here for a fight and that is what I shall give you.” Your seidr washes over you, banishing your Midgardian clothes for your armor.
You can see the mortal ready themselves for a fight but you only had eyes for the green beast. He gives you a nasty smirk, which you return. “Handle them and I’ll handle him.” You tell Loki before dodging the beast’s fist that it was seconds from hitting you.
“Guys, you’re seeing this right? Tell me I’m not the only one seeing this! Loki and whoever the hell this other Asgardian is, they’re kicking our asses!” Tony grunts out as he barely manages the dodge the shield hurled his way.
“Where’s Thor when you need him?” Natasha grunts out through the coms as the Asgardian throws her off her back and she lands a few feet away.
“This is the most fun I’ve had in ages! Come on, beast! I know you can hit harder than that!” The mad Asgardian cackles with glee, battling the Hulk.
“They’re fucking delusional and who was going to tell us Loki was this fucking powerful?! He wasn’t like this during New York!,” Clint says in disbelief.
Just then there’s a crackle of thunder, the familiar sighting of the Bifrost baring down. Loki lets out a groan, making his way to the other Asgardian side. “I think our fun is over. Thor has arrived.”
“BROTHER! STOP TH-” Thor cuts off staring at the sight in front of him. “Y/N?! Why are you battling my shield brother Hulk?! What is this madness?!”
Loki points to The Avengers, “Y/N and I were simply enjoying our day when they attacked us. You know how Y/N craves battle and I wasn’t going to leave them. Though Y/N handled them on their own.”
“Thor! You didn’t tell me your berzerker friend was such a worthy opponent!” You greet your long-time friend with a smile as Hulk lets out an angry roar.
“COME BACK AND FIGHT PUNY GOD!”
“In a minute, berzerker!” You called out, flying over to hug Thor. He returns the hug, looking at his team members confused.
“You mean to tell me that this is just fun and games to you?” Clint yells out, frustrated.
You turn back to him and the others, “Of course, you are mere mortals. I’ve faced down gods and won, what could you possibly do against me? And Loki with a stable mind on top of that? This was just a fun spare. If we wanted to truly destroy you, you’d know. Trust me.”
“PUNY GOD FUN TO FIGHT!”
“So are you, berserker!”
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mcubuckyxlokisbitch · 2 years
Conversation
is that my lotion
the Avengers watching tv together
*clint walks in*
Clint: God Y/N cool it with the lotion
*Y/N just entering the room*
Clint: Uhm
Y/n: *Sniff sniff*
Walks closer to where Loki is sitting
Y/N: Did you use my lotion
Loki: No...
Bucky: *Snickers*
leans into Bucky
Y/N: DID YOU BOTH USE MY LOTION
Bucky & Loki: No
*spare bottles of Y/N's lotion in Loki and Bucky room*
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fandom-fic-rec · 3 years
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Not Fighting
Fandom: Marvel
Ratings: Teen
Warnings: Referenced Past Torture, Panic Attacks, Phobias
Relationship:
Characters: Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov, Nick Fury, Maria Hill                    
Summary
Fury had no room to complain, he had known what would happen if he made Tony sit through one more meeting without providing decent coffee. He didn't have to be such a dick about it.
Or
The one where Fury is a shit and the Avengers have some forced bonding.
Link
https://archiveofourown.org/works/4957009#main
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srllbbdarkhistories · 3 years
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Silly Midgardian
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you're dating loki on the sly
- Again? - Your best friend pulls your arm to examine your face, it is common to see certain types of marks on the skin, sometimes you try to cover them, sometimes you don’t. For you they are not bad, you love them, they are a sign that you are his.
“Stop it,” you take her hand away from her and take your wallet, heading towards the door. , she observes with a disapproving movement in your direction but she says nothing and goes back to her thing.
You open the door to go out onto the avenue, it’s dark and it’s after midnight, he is leaning on the back of his black car with his arms folded, when you see him, he lowers his chin to examine you from head to toe and lick his lips in an exquisite look, your steps towards him are hesitant because he has all your willpower, everything you are and what you do belongs to him.
You stop a few steps from him, sometimes you wish he was a little more like Steve, that he overflowed if he wanted a bit of romance, that it wasn’t all just about sex. But Loki was like that, cold, calculating and a liar … He loved having you by his side but only to satisfy himself and satisfy me and he did it in spades, but sometimes you just asked for a little more.
“What is that head of yours thinking?” She murmurs, taking off her back from the passenger door and approaching you.
“Nothing” you look down at his polished shoes, his manly perfume and freshly groomed smell flooding your nostrils making you feel a tingle inside you intensely.
His index finger sits under your chin and lifts it to connect her gaze with yours. In the dark, his green eyes look like two huge spotlights that shine with determination; When you see him like this, you can hardly stop thinking about the way you met him, that if you hadn’t collided with him while running for your life, the bullet would not have pierced only an insignificant part of your flesh, it would have killed you. He held you, he murdered the man and took you to his brother, Thor took you to Tony and there you met the others.
If he hadn’t saved your life, you shouldn’t have. The deal came out of nowhere, a simple proposal to have a coffee turned into an intimate encounter beyond your own imagination. Suddenly you did not realize when the prince of Asgard owned every part of your body and your soul … he was your lord, your master, your teacher … you, his subject, his apprentice, benevolent, obedient, you have never ever objected to anything.
-Do you know what day it is today? - he asks, you shake your head
“Today, a year ago, you fell into my arms, princess. Did you forget that?”
Your cheeks turn red at the memory and the abnormal tone of emotion in his voice puzzles you for a moment, you look down and Loki slides his finger down your neck to the slit at the neckline of your blouse.
—You said no sentimentality, I automatically erased sentimental things from my system - so as not to fall in love with you you thought, but I did it anyway.
“Mmm …” he murmurs, raising his hand, wrapping it around your neck and squeezing slightly, pulling you closer to him, his breath hitting yours. “We can make an exception for that.”
He does not let you speak, she makes you shut up by sticking her thin and warm lips with yours, she opens them to insert her tongue and collide with yours, increasing the imminent desire to want to touch him. Your hands rest on his chest while the hand on your neck slides under your arms to hit my back and push you against him, you feel his throbbing erection on your legs, Loki turns you in an agile movement and stamp your body against the car door, one hand lowers your silhouette and stops on your hips, puts his hand inside your pants and his fingers touch over the moisture of your panties, a moan escapes from your lips over his mouth and you feel it smile maliciously.
“How wet you are, precious and all mine, all for me” he slides his tongue down your neck and stops between your breasts, his gaze rises up when he introduces his fingers into the fabric of your panties to massage without a hint of subtlety - say it, I wanna hear you say you’re mine.
Your head leans back, resting on the car, you open your mouth to catch your breath as Loki, enraged by your late response, sticks two fingers inside you and all you can do is let out an exciting moan that he tries to hide with his other free hand over your lips, you nibble on his restless palm.
He gives you a look full of warning, his eyes show you the things he would do if they were not in the middle of the street the image of you hanging from the posts of his bed hinders your coherence and increases the heat in your body, you want but you do not want to make it lose patience.
“I’m yours - you manage to say on the skin of his hand, Loki recharges his body against yours, intensifying the movements with his fingers - oh God - I support you on his shoulders, your head sinks into the gap between his neck and shoulders and you bite your lower lip while his penetrations with his exquisite and long fingers make you feel an imminent orgasmic release - Loki, I am yours, complete … Mind, yours.
And just by hearing his gasping breath in your ear and the intense thrusts with his fingers, you end up cumming me between tremors and incessant gasps.
—That’s it, that’s my girl - nibble your ear and stick his wet hand inside your underwear, like the clean man that he is, he takes a handkerchief from his shirt pocket inside the jacket and wipes his fingers full of your moisture , leans over to you and kisses you - just mine.
He accommodates his own erection peeking out between his expensive black fabric pants and he strands the strands of his perfect jet black hair back, smiles hiding the hardness between his legs and moves you to open the passenger door this is new, you think, but shut up , for fear of ruining the genuinely perfect moment.
Once inside, you see him pass in front of the car and get on seconds later, he settles on the seat while your eyes fall on his member hidden from him and with 0 intentions of wanting to get off.
He never usually does that, suppress his desires, wait or whatever, it is always, when he says, how he says it and how long he has to be saying it, this time, he seemed to want to put up with the desire he had and you couldn’t stop looking After much thought, you stir in the seat kneeling on the black leather seat. Loki when you see you looks at you strangely, you fear that he may get angry, but to your own surprise he remains petrified when your hands untie his belt buckle and unbutton his pants. The sound of the zipper going down makes you wince. We’ve done this many times, never like this.
"Hey …” you hear his voice from above, but you ignore him, he never lets you be proactive. Can’t this be your present for this strange anniversary? Your hands get inside his underwear and his member looks out gloriously before your eyes - What are you going to …?
You surround his length with one hand, making him silence before the sensation that your hands cause around him, you look at him from below without being able to avoid smiling, Loki leans his head against the back of the seat and the gesture makes exciting veins stand out in his neck, You start to move your hand around his member tentatively, savoring every moment to prepare to have it in your mouth, it moves a little as if it wants to fight with its own bewilderment and then before it moves enough to escape, you shove it in your mouth, savoring with pleasure, you feel his hands grasp the leather steering wheel to suppress the sensation you are giving him.
You intensify your movements by helping to massage it with your hand while your tongue licks and savors the length of it. He seems to have given up without much effort and the hoarse sound of his panting further dulls your actions, almost doubling the sense of anxiety and lust mixed in you or inside while enjoying what you are doing like never before. Because I had never let you do it that way, with you in control of the situation.
- Holy shit y / n - he exclaims, dropping a hand on your back - what a damn mouth you have - his hand slides up to your butt, burying his fingers over the fabric of his pants, not long until he puts his hand inside the cloth to pinch the skin - you are being a very naughty girl you … you know? She - she says with difficulty as your movements intensify. Doing this is one of the things you love to do the most with him, clearly there are others, but doing this brings out your darkest, most wicked sides … that only he is capable of bringing out inside you. Others see your superficial purity, your superficial tenderness. But Loki sees everything about you, even how bad you hide on a daily basis.
Before him, you were an introvert all the time and you didn’t dare to show your true interior. But he got to stir everything, rock everything … challenging you to move outside of your comfort zone.
Suddenly he takes charge of your movements bringing his hands to your head taking control of each of your movements, pushing you to the limit. You hold your breath to skip the gagging and then you feel the pulsation of his member in your mouth with more emphasis.
“I’m … I’m going to … Ahh!” - Too late you think, the liquid fills your throat, it is sweet and you like it, you release your mouth little by little, observing how part of the seminal liquid still runs down his still erect and throbbing member, you pass your thumb over your lower lip to separate the remains of liquid that escaped and he straightens his neck, sees you with dilated pupils, takes a handkerchief from the trunk and wipes your mouth as he does so he approaches you and takes my head with force to kiss you something gross.
(…)
His hand stops behind your neck and his kiss intensifies, his tongues move in a perfect dance as you cling to his face with your hands. They walk away agitated and open their eyes to see each other excited and ecstatic. You swallow with difficulty at the strange sensation that you feel around it. For you it is not uncommon to admit that it is not only sex, internally you clearly know that you love him and although you do not tell him your eyes always do and you know that he does not notice. This time however, your gaze is reflected in his eyes and your heart leaves your mouth momentarily just imagining that he could feel the same for you.
But he looks away from you and pushing you back cuts the connection you just had by letting you know that the fact will always live in your mind and that you will never hear “I love you” from you. You are only his toy, you are only to satisfy and obey him. That was the deal and nothing is going to change it. You are only sex to him.
Out of the corner of your eye you see him accommodate his member in his place to re-fasten his pants and belt. He starts the car silently and the radio turns on; the playlist you created for him from Spotify plays faintly from the “Queen-Good Old-Fashoned Lover Boy” speakers
He looks at you and you laugh. You had previously told him that listening to that song reminded you of him or made you think of him and you knew he remembered it when he looked at you with raised eyebrows.
“I’m not romantic,” he emphasizes seriously.
“I know.” Your smile dies on his gesture, but you try to sound stoic.
“You have to come with me to Asgard,” she blurts out.
- That? No, that’s not going to happen. Why would I go to Asgard?
Loki hits the gas and watches the road ahead, you wait impatiently.
—Thor told my mother that he had a girlfriend
- That!? - You try to process what makes you look down - well, it had to happen at some point - you whisper feeling the pressure in your chest - we have nothing, but I thought you were one of those who did not fall in love.
- What are you talking about? He asks confused, you look at him the same way.
“From your girlfriend” Loki stops under a red light
- Which girlfriend?
You roll your eyes.
“The one Thor is talking about” your chest heaves “so I guess this is a celebration and goodbye?” That’s why this exit, why your attitude - you look out the window trying to force your eyes not to get cloudy - now I understand.
“I’m sorry and / n” says breaking your soul, your eyes feel like they are about to throw a downpour, you try to force them away from her - but I think I’m in love with her.
Your eyes are closed, the tears fall without being able to avoid it anymore.
“W-how good,” you manage to say.
“The point is,” he adds, “she thinks I’m not, and I’m not used to feelings or relationships. All I know … she has taught me - you continue without seeing it - she’s so adorable, obedient.” And she has a body … and a mouth, oh by Odin’s beard that mouth …
You turn to see him now angry, you wipe your tears in front of him and Loki is laughing but when you see his smile he dies.
“Good for you, but I’m not interested in knowing what she is like or the things she does.” I think I’m going to get off - you pick up your wallet and open the door, you don’t expect me to follow you or stop at his stunned exclamation, you knock on the door when you close it and you start walking down the avenue, you’re not that far from your apartment.
You’re crying like an idiot and you hate yourself for it. You said you were never going to act this way in front of him. You didn’t do it even when he flirted with a woman in front of you, you always held back and pretended to slip. But for some reason you couldn’t keep hiding it anymore because he was hurting you and you just realized it. As stupid as it sounds, after so much.
As you walk suddenly, a hand pulls your arm roughly and when you turn your eyes meet Loki’s.
“Silly Midgardian,” she exclaims.
He leans down and takes your face to kiss you opening his mouth desperately sticking to you, you want to leave and you try to do it but as always you succumb to his charms, seconds later you manage to walk away.
“I don’t understand,” you whisper
- Who am I going to be in love with if he is not with you? - He looks down in embarrassment. He walks away and takes your hand - let’s go now, I booked a fucking dinner at an expensive restaurant and I’m not going to cancel it.
He starts pulling you while you’re in shock and very, very embarrassed.
“Loki …” you whisper, but he doesn’t say anything.
They get to the car and he opens the door for you. He waits for you to come in and circles the car. Once inside, he locks the doors as if making sure you never escape again and starts the engine again. The radio turns on and this time “The reason-Hoosbastank” plays Loki doesn’t look at you while he drives, you don’t know whether to laugh or cry, you need to hear it again to know it’s true.
- Do you … love me?
Loki squeezes the leather of the steering wheel between his hands and clenches his jaw a bit nervously.
- Didn’t you listen? I’m not going to repeat it again - he sentenced coldly. But you see him look at you askance and you smile because you know that he is afraid that you will try to leave again. You see him move one of his hands and with the magic that shoots between his fingers, he makes a bouquet of sunflowers appear that he drops on your legs - not that I forgot, but I was not sure what I was going to do. pass now.
You take them stunned, you love when he does magic… You love him.
“I love you,” you whisper ashamed
You stare at him and even though he turns his face so you don’t see him, you can know perfectly well that he is smiling. Definitely tonight is going to bring more of a surprise from the mischievous God of Asgard.
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lokiswifeduh · 1 year
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masterlist
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some of my works do contain triggering content, please read the warnings on the individual posts and proceed with caution!
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LOKI LAUFEYSON
I’m okay now (angst, fluff) 
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BUCKY BARNES
crash- part one (angst, fluff)
crash- part two
bad date (fluff, small angst)
always (angst, fluff) TRIGGER WARNING
beautiful flesh (fluff) 
coercion (angst, small fluff) TRIGGER WARNING
the sweet release of death (angst, angsty fluff) TRIGGER WARNING
rest (little angst, fluff)
oh, honey (fluff)
can’t help but drown (angst)
long night (angst, fluff)
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NATASHA ROMANOFF
forever and eternity (angst, fluff)
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professorrw · 2 years
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Seven Minutes in Heaven Headcanon
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Pairings: female reader x Tony, Thor, Steve, Natasha
Request: How about more seven minutes in heaven? It’s my favorite trope!
Warnings: 18+, SMUT, Minors DNI, making out, groping, mentions of sex, dry humping, hand job, spit for lube, oral (female receiving), fingering, palming
A/N: Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!
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it was at one of Tony's parties and there was a ton of people
someone suggested the game late into the night, and all the Avengers, though some reluctant, agreed to play
you decided to play too since you had nothing better to do
TONY
of course Tony was playing
other than Natasha he was the least reluctant to play. he loved women and getting to kiss them and touch them (but only with consent)
the version of the game you were playing was a mix of spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven
it was your turn to spin and while the beer bottle spun quickly you glanced up at Tony
it didn't need to be said that Tony was hot. it was just an unsaid fact. at least to you it was. some people may not find cockiness attractive, but you did, and Tony reeked of it.
to your luck, the bottle just happened to point at Mr. Stark himself
he smirked when you looked at him, raising an eyebrow
"Shall we?" he asked
you took his outstretched hand and walked with him to the random closet that was being used. wolf whistles came from behind you
in a second flat you were pinned against the door and Tony's lips were on yours.
your dress rode up and allowed you to lift your legs and get them around his torso
his hands held onto your ass like if he let go he would die
as soon as you joined the Avengers he was smitten. you had this air about you that completely drew him in but at the same time you acted like you were off limits and he saw that as a challenge. you and Tony were similar in the way that you were arrogant, and he found it so enticing
your nails dragged through his hair, tugging on it and playing with it in every which way
you were devouring each other, lips and tongues on every area you could reach
you were going to leave that closet with very visible marks on your neck
he was rock hard against your stomach but he didn't want the first time you did it together to only be seven minutes long
he almost took you right there when you started palming him through his tight slacks, but he used all his willpower not to give in
when the time was up you both came out of the closet looking like messes. Tony's hair was all out of place and your dress was almost showing your panties it had ridden up so much
you both ended up leaving the party early and met in Tony's room to continue what you had started. you stayed with him all night and when you woke up in the morning you went to breakfast wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers
STEVE
Steve didn't want to play this game. he wasn't the type to kiss a bunch of girls but the possibility of getting to be with you alone for seven minutes made him play.
he was getting to spin the bottle and he prayed then and there that it would land on you
he let out an audible sigh of relief when it did
you looked happy to be going in the closet with Steve, which made whatever nerves he had dissolve a good amount
you were basically his right hand in command and normally he wouldn't find it 100% appropriate to make any advances towards you, but this way he could tell you-- more like show you-- how he felt
he was trying to be super respectful and polite, asking you "Are you sure?" and saying "We don't have to do anything, we can just stay in here."
you very fervently let him know that you were more than okay with it, and that was all the permission he needed
he wrapped his strong arms around your waist, and you automatically wrapped your arms around his neck, having to get on your tip toes to reach him
your boobs pressed against his solid torso, and he couldn't help but think indecent thoughts. he would be lying if it was the first time though.
for a man that didn't get much action Steve was incredibly good at kissing. just like when he was taking the lead on missions, he took control with you too.
you were moaning against his mouth and all you wanted was to be closer to him, to feel his skin on yours
without breaking apart you started unbuttoning his shirt, and once you were a few buttons down you caressed his skin, feeling his muscles beneath your fingertips
your touch made him shudder. the action was involuntary but it was just his body's natural reaction to you
he wasn't sure of what would happen when you left that closet, but he hoped it would turn into something more.
when the seven minutes were over you looked at each and chuckled a little bit. you reached up and fixed Steve's hair and walked out holding hands
THOR
Thor is from Asgard. he's a god. he had never heard of the game you guys were about to play but it sounded appealing
he really enjoyed sex and loved to admire the female figure
when you spun the bottle he didn't really care who it landed on, but when it finally pointed towards him he was glad. you were a beautiful woman, no doubt about it.
he lifted you up onto a table and held you close to him
his kisses were ferocious and hungry but he wasn't hurting you at all.
his hair was the first thing you went to. it was so soft and luxurious you couldn't help but tangle your hands in it
his palms didn't waste any time at pulling your dress up and rubbing your hips and thighs, kneading them with his rough fingers
his crotch was pressed up against your core and you could feel how hard he was. your panties were probably leaving some wetness on his black trousers, but he wouldn't mind at all
he was grinding against you and you were going to let him continue before you decided to reach down and unbuckle his belt
he was surprised and broke away for a moment to stare at you
all you did was smile and undo his zipper
he decided to help you out and pull his pants and boxers down to his mid thighs, letting his thick cock out
you spit into your hand multiple times and started stroking him up and down
he groaned loudly, loud enough that the group outside definitely heard it
you went at an even pace, letting his orgasm build up. you knew that you didn't have enough time to make him cum, at least not at the rate you were going.
that only meant that he would want more later.
"y/n," he groaned again. he threw his head back and was bucking up into your hand, but you withdrew your hand when he did, making his eyes shoot open
"maybe later," you said, smirking.
he looked dumbfounded as you slid off the counter and pulled your dress back down
needless to say, he absolutely destroyed you later that night
NATASHA
playing seven minutes in heaven was Nat's idea
what better way to makeout with a bunch of hot singles?
you weren't the first person she had landed on that night, but you did happen to be the last, and for a good reason
"y/n," she said with a sultry voice when the bottle stopped on you.
"Natasha," you said back, mimicking her tone
if someone said that Natasha Romanoff wasn't sexy they would be lying. she was breathtaking. mouthwatering. if you wanted anyone in between your legs it was her.
this wasn't your first time you had been in this type of situation with the redhead and as soon as the door shut on that closet Natasha was taking your clothes off
her hands glided over your body, squeezing and caressing all the areas she knew set you on fire
you were on the counter, legs spread just for her.
she started at the side of your knee and worked her way up your thigh at a painful speed, kissing a trail to your wet cunt
she finally arrived at the center of your being, and dipped under your legs, your thighs now draped over her shoulders.
she licked up and down the warm area, sending tingles through your entire body
she focused her mouth on your clit, licking it in a circular motion and sucking on it skillfully
you were flexing all the muscles in your body at the way Natasha was making you feel
while she sucked on your clit she slid a finger into your slick vagina
she curled her fingers at the same beat as she sucked on you, and you knew that you were done for soon
"Natasha," her name rolled off your tongue, falling from your mouth a thousand times as she made you moan and gasp
your seven minutes had passed a bit ago but Natasha was in charge, and you weren't leaving until her face was covered in your cum
she kept at it, adding more fingers and licking you until your thighs squeezed against the sides of your head and a shrill moan escaped you
Natasha lapped up the milky fluid, savoring the taste of you on her tongue
when she got up and you wanted to tell her not to, to let you do what she did for you to her but she just smiled when you brought up the idea and smiled, "maybe next time."
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blankparchment · 5 years
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Holaaa, please write me literally anything with Peter Parker, maybe meeting aunt May?
Thanks for requesting! There’s not a lot of Aunt May but hopefully you still enjoy! It’s pretty long, so hopefully you’re okay with that!
It was cold. Not the cute red-nosed cold, with fluffy snowflakes and children playing. No, it was the kind of cold that was dark and damp and windy that left you damn miserable locked outside your own house.
And okay, maybe it was your fault. A tiny bit. You shouldn’t have left your keys at school. But your apartment was on the first floor, the back door was locked, and you never had the keycard you needed to get through the front. There was no way around the fact that you couldn’t  get inside.
After ten minutes of self-regret and pitiful attempts of picking your own lock with a paperclip from your pocket, you finally decided to sit on the wet ground and call Peter. You didn’t know if you wanted company or a hand, but damn it, you weren’t about to sit in the cold all alone for the rest of the night. And on a Friday night too. Weren’t people supposed to be going to parties and hanging out with friends? Well, not you. Clearly.
Peter, to his credit, picked up after two rings with a distracted “Hey! Y/N! What … what’s up?”
Your eyebrows furrowed. “You sound … busy?” you said, not intending for it to sound like a question. “Is this a bad time?”
There was a thump on his end of the phone. “No, no! Not at all. It’s just … uh, late. Wasn’t expecting a call. I’m, uh, here though. Not busy. What’s going on?”
You moved the phone from your ear to peek at the time, and shit, when did it become 11:00PM? How long had you been reading in that coffee shop earlier? “Oh. I didn’t even notice it was getting late,” you said lamely. “And I locked myself out of my house, so … yeah.”
Peter scoffed on a laugh. “You locked yourself out? Again?” There was another bang on other side of the phone, this one accompanied by a slight groan.
“Woah, you alright?” You weren’t sure, but it sounded like he’d just been knocked over.
“Hm? Yeah, I just—I just walked into a pole. How’d you lock yourself out this time?” Peter asked, sounding slightly winded. For his sake, you decided to brush past his embarrassing tumble with a pole, admittedly with every intention of making fun of him for it later.
“I left my keys at the school. And I wasn’t locked out last time, you jerk. I’m pretty sure you had my keys and I got them back,” you insisted, shifting in your spot. The cold was settling in deep in your bones but you resolved yourself to ignoring it.
“Yeah, yeah,” Peter said dismissively. “Look, your house is off 15th, right? I’ll swing by, just give me a few minutes.”
You sat up straighter. “A few minutes? Peter, no, I don’t need you to swing by. What’s the point of us both being locked out?”
Peter let out a huge breath of air and you could hear wind warbling through the speaker. “Y/N, it’s nearly below freezing right now. You can’t sit outside your apartment all night. May won’t mind the company, I promise.”
You froze. “Your house?”
You could hear a quick breath on the other side, as if Peter just realized what he said. “Uh, yeah? I meant, uh, if you don’t mind? You know. Just for the night. Because it's—because it’s cold.”
“I couldn’t ask you to do that,” you denied. “Your aunt doesn’t know I’d be coming, plus it’s just a night. I can run back to the coffee shop—”
“No!” Peter cut you off quickly. Your eyes widened and you moved the phone away just slightly. “I-I just mean that it’s dark. And the coffee shop is nowhere near your place. You shouldn’t be-be walking a-alone, you know? In the dark. When it’s … dark out. Look, I’m almost there.”
You furrow your eyebrows. “Peter, you live like 10 minutes away. How could you almost be here? You didn’t get a ride, did you? You really don’t need to come by, it’s fine.”
“I was already out,” Peter said. There was another thump on his end, and then some rustling. When he next spoke, his voice was distant. “Seriously, give me like, 30 seconds. And then we can walk back to my place, yeah? I’ll text Aunt May, she’ll be cool with it.”
“Peter,” you groan, but by then he’d already hung up the phone.
True to his word, you could see him jogging through the parking lot half a minute later, his backpack over his shoulder. You rolled your eyes, knowing he wouldn’t be able to see it anyway, and then stood up and jogged to meet him.
“You didn’t need to come for me,” you said, flicking his shoulder. He just shrugged and gave you a wan smile, looking oddly nervous. “Even if I was going to your house, I know where it is.”
Peter jerked his head in the direction of his house and began walking. “Sure, but like I said, it’s dark. No one should walk alone in the dark.”
“You walked alone in the dark,” you point out. “And I just walked to my apartment. It’s not even midnight yet, Peter, you’re being silly.”
Peter was about to respond when a gust of wind blew through both of you. You couldn’t help shivering through your hoodie, which certainly wasn’t warm enough for the weather.
“Oh, crap,” Peter said, already throwing his backpack on the ground. “You’re freezing. How long have you been outside like that?” Before you could even get a word of protest, he had taken off his jacket and dropped it over your shoulders.
“No!” you insisted, brushing it off. “You’ll just be cold then. That doesn’t make sense.”
“I wore the jacket the whole way here,” Peter shrugged. “It’s your turn. You look frozen, Y/N, just take it. I-I promise I’ll take it back as soon as I get cold.” He wasn’t going to take the jacket back and they both knew it.
You wanted to reject the offer, but the warmth of the jacket was doing wonders and he didn’t look cold at all. You put your arms in the sleeves and wrapped it around yourself.
“Okay,” you breathed. You smiled at him softly for a second. “Thanks, Peter.”
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“Peter, maybe I should just go,” you said, backing up from the front door. “I really don’t want to bother your aunt.”
“C'mon, Y/N,” Peter said, grabbing the sleeve of your jacket (well, his jacket) and pulling you closer to the door. “She already said yes. I’m pretty sure she’d kill me if I let you walk back now. It’s just for the night and it’s on the couch. We’re not even going out of our way.”
“I haven’t even met her before, Peter! For all she knows I’m an axe murderer!” You pulled your sleeve back and crossed your arms over your chest, eyeing the door warily.
Peter laughed but suppressed it to a smile when he saw your expression. “You’re not an axe murderer. She knows your my friend, Y/N, I’ve told her a lot about—” he cut himself off and flushed red. “O-okay, let’s go.”
You didn’t have time to protest before he opened the door and dragged you in by the sleeve. You quietly let out an alarmed “Peter!” as you crossed the threshold but it was too late, the door already slamming behind you. A young brunette woman who must be May was sitting on the couch and stood up as soon as you arrived.
“Y/N!” May greeted, walking up to you. “Peter told me you were coming!”
“It-it’s not too much trouble, right?” you asked. You didn’t mean to sound so nervous but there was something nerve-wracking about meeting Peter’s family so soon. Not that it meant anything. At all.
“No, not at all! I’m May, by the way. Peter’s aunt.” May said brightly. She put a hand on your shoulder and pulled you further into the room. “Peter can show you around, but there isn’t much. You can sleep on the couch if that’s okay. There’s a guest room but it’s a bit of a mess.”
“The couch is fine,” you breathed.
“Great!” She smiled again. “I’ll go grab some blankets from the closet. Peter, can you help me out?”
You awkwardly sit down on the couch as Peter and Aunt May head to the back of the house.
You’re not sure, but amongst the immediate whispering that takes place between the pair, you could have sworn you heard May say “You were right, Peter, she’s just as pretty as you said!”
Thoughts from the author: I had a tiny bit of fun with this. And yeah, Peter was 100% fighting crime when the call came in. Hence the distraction and the falling over and the banging. And he literally swung her way when he heard, hence the wind. And you could hear him changing his clothes, with rustling and the distant voice. So yeah, he was Spider-man mode and then just stopped for Y/N. How sweet lmao.
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poetponyofmidgard · 3 years
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Trevor! All Hail the King! I’m an out of work actor, luv, you have no idea of what I’m capable of! 13m documentary on @disneyplus nice teaser for @shangchi or an epilogue for #ironman3 or #ironman2 come to that! 👍🏽 #trevorslattery #benkingsley #marveloneshot #hailtotheking #mockumentary #drewpearce #marvel #ironman #shangchi @mrdrewpearce https://www.instagram.com/p/CTkZKAbLQks/?utm_medium=tumblr
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cultfaction · 3 years
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@marvel have added the Marvel One Shot “All Hail To The King” to @disneyplus and @disneyplusuk. This is essential viewing before #shangchiandthelegendofthetenrings #marvel #marvelcinematicuniverse #mcu #marveloneshot #allhailtheking #benkingsley #sirbenkingsley #themandarin #shangchi #thetenrings #disney #disneyplus #justintheroux https://www.instagram.com/p/CTVdrWbMWJ1/?utm_medium=tumblr
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marvelandstuff · 2 years
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Fairytyle of NY 1940s bucky x reader (Coming soon)
Character moodboards + Cast
James ”Bucky” Barnes
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Portrayed by: Sebastian Stan
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Steve Rogers
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Portrayed by Chris evans:
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y/l y/l/n
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Portrayed by the reader
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Maria Collins (Later: Maria Stark)
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Portrayed by: Janel Parrish
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Nicholas ”Nick” Matthews ||| (My own character)
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Portrayed by: Timothee Chalamet
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