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Unwanted: Chapter 19, Unfriended - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

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

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, heartache, bag of dicks.

Word Count: 848

Previously On...: That fucking fuck fucking fucked the fucking fuck.

A/N: I maintain my "previously on" makes perfect sense and is completely understandable. And that's why 'fuck' is the most versatile word of all time.

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You felt your resolve crumbling the closer you got to the conference room. With each step you took, your righteous anger morphed a little closer to soul-destroying sorrow.

"I just can't believe Bucky would do this to you," Wanda said as she walked alongside you. "He loves you so much. Everyone can see it."

"Apparently not enough to keep his cock out of places it doesn't belong," Nat growled.

"Natasha!" Wanda scolded. "Not helping."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not just going to sit here and pretend that this dipshit didn't just betray our best friend in the absolute worst way possible," she argued. "I will fucking kill him."

"How do you want to go forward with this, Pocket?" Wanda asked. "We'll follow whatever lead you take, right Natasha?" She cast a pointed look in Nat's direction.

You shook your head, not knowing how you were going to go forward, how you were going to keep living knowing what Bucky had done. "I don't know how to live without him," you whispered.

"You're not seriously thinking of forgiving that scumbag?" Natasha asked you, incredulous.

"No, I'm not saying that at all. It's just..." You let out a shuddering breath. "Why is this happening? What did I do?"

"Oh, honey," Wanda said, wrapping her arms around you. "You didn't do anything. He's a man and men are idiots."

“Viz an idiot, too?” you asked, managing to find the strength to give her a small smile. “Ah, but see,” Wanda said, grinning at you, “Viz isn’t a man. He’s a sentient android with anatomical male… attributes.”

That earned a chuckle from you, and Wanda beamed, pleased she’d been able to cheer you up, no matter how briefly it lasted.

Your phone buzzed in Nat's hands; you’d asked her to hold onto, afraid that you’d answer one of Bucky’s calls in a moment of weakness. "He's calling again," she said, holding the device out as though it would catch on fire. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just decline the call," you begged. "I... I can't talk to him right this second."

"No, of course not," Wanda soothed. "But sweetie, you are going to have to confront him at some point. You can't just hide from him forever. The Tower's not that big, and he’s going to be at this meeting."

You closed your eyes and tried to take a centering breath. It didn't help. "I know, trust me, I know. I just... I just don't know how to do this. I've never had my heart broken like this before. I thought he was it. I thought this was forever."

"Hey," Nat stopped in front of you, taking both your hands in her own, "you can do this. You are amazing, the smartest woman and one of the best people I know, and if Barnes can't see that, that's his fucking loss. You deserve better than someone who can't see what he had right in front of him. And if he can have his head so easily turned by Jade Fucking Carthage?" She spat the name out. "He's an idiot and they deserve each other."

You found yourself nodding along with what she was saying.

"And if you find yourself feeling down, and wanting him back," she continued, "remember that this son of a bitch fucked her TWICE on a mission while you were stuck home, puking your guts out."

As she spoke, you felt your agony seep out of you, replaced once again with white hot rage. Nat was right. Bucky Barnes was a fucking asshole. You'd already wasted the last year and a half on him and you'd be damned if you were going to waste a second more. You took the pain you felt and buried it, deep down with all the other pain life had dealt you, far below the surface where it could no longer reach you. Not the best coping mechanism, but it had gotten you through life so far. You took a deep breath.

"You're right," you said to Nat. "Fuck him. I gave him everything I had, and this is what I get in return? No. He can choke on a bag of dicks for all I care. He's dead to me."

"That's my girl!" grinned Nat.

"Pocket, are you sure that's the best way to go about this?" Wanda asked gently. "Maybe you should sit down and talk to him."

"No," you said, perhaps a little too forcefully, "he lost his chance at a conversation when he failed to tell me the truth and tried to get his skank to cover for him. I told him that I could take anything except for lies, and he did it anyway. I don't owe him shit."

The three of you finally approached the doors to the conference room. "You going to be able to do this?" Nat asked you.

"Yes. I can do this. Just..." you sighed, "just don't let him near me, okay?"

Nat and Wanda shared a look. "I think that, between the two of us, we can manage that," Nat said.

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juiles · 1 year

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I will be your mama forever.

A/N: I know i said WandaNat and you will get it but this practicum has been kicking me in the butt and i got this idea after a dream last night.

Summary: You were taken in by Nat at 12 and 4 years later feel like you’re not enough for her.

Tags: hurt/comfort

Triggers: small breakdown, very small mean Nat but she goes back quick, upset Wanda.

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Y/N’s pov:

I watched Natasha as she finished training the new group of shield agents. They were teens like me but they all had powers or were trained like Nat and I were. I had been raised by the Avengers since I was 12. She rescued me from the Red Room when her and Yelena took it down 4 years ago. She felt the need to protect me and I became her ward of state.

She glanced over at me and shot me a quick smile before turning back to the teens. I smiled softly before going back to my book leaning against the window seat. I heard a soft knock and looked up to see Wanda leaning against the door frame, arms crossed gently, a soft smile on her face. “Hey munchkin. You wanna watch a movie with me and Viz and some of the guys?”

“I would but Nat is supposed to take me out for our weekly dinner!” I said excitedly making Wanda’s smile to soften even more. She knew how much I looked forward toward my one on one time with Nat every week.

“Alright sweetheart. Come find me if you need me hmm?” She said placing a soft kiss on my head before she turned back out the door and towards Vision who showed me a soft smile before the two walked off. I glanced at the window to see Nat still working before going back to my book. The next time I look up and out the window Nat is gone. I frown and stand up making my way into the training room.

“Nat?” I call out looking around before catching her talking with a group of the girls waking out the door. “Tasha?” She stopped and looked back at me.

“What y/n?” She snapped. I hit my lip and stepped back. “I’m a little busy. I’m taking the girls out for dinner tonight.” I could feel the tears well up in my eyes but i quickly shook my head and hands, put on a blank face and nodded. Swiftly I walked past her briefly brushing my shoulder against hers. “What’s the attitude about young lady?”

“Nothing. Sorry to bother you.” I pushed the door open and made my way back towards the living quarters. I had to walk through the living room where a bunch of the crew were watching a movie. A tear must have slipped out or n my thoughts were so loud because as I turned the knob to my bedroom I felt a soft hand on my shoulder and I turned knowing it belonged to the magic wielding witch. “She’s taking them out for dinner.” My voice was firm as I made eye contact with Wanda.

“Oh sweetheart.” She placed her hand on my face cupping my cheek causing my wall to falter a little.

“She snapped at me Wandz…” I mumbled out before being pulled into the witch’s arms as a sob choked out of my throat. “She promised I would be enough… why am I not enough…?” I heard Wanda sigh and then felt her scoop me up so I wrapped my legs around her waist as the sobs continued to wrack through my body.

“You are malyshka. You are.” She placed a soft kiss on my temple. “Sweet girl. Do you want to come and watch a movie with the rest of us or go back to your room and cuddle and watch a movie there?”

“Cuddle in the living room?” I muttered into her shoulder then whipped my head up. “Wait!” She chuckled.

“You want señor Birdie?” She asked with a small smirk and a raised eyebrow. I nodded sheepishly and buried back into her shoulder. She moved into my room and grabbed the bear before making our way to the living room where she sat down beside Vision and i curled up into her lap watching the movie. “I know it’s hard baby…”

“It’s the 3rd week in a row she’s forgotten Wanda… I’m done… she-“ She cut me off.

“I know princess.” I laid my head against her chest, my legs over her lap facing sideways watching the movie. That’s how I had fallen asleep that night.

Natasha’s pov

The look on y/n’s face before she schooled her face had been heart wrenching. It’s been on my mind for the past few hours. We finally arrive at the restaurant and my heart plummets realizing how badly I had messed up. It was saturday. I had missed ANOTHER dinner date with y/n. For the third time. I fucked up. I know her past. I know how badly she’s been hurt in the Red Room and yet I still did it.

“I have to go girls. I’m so sorry!” I rush out. “Here. Take Tony’s card. Just swipe it.” I bolted off forgoing the car knowing with traffic I would get home faster on foot. I push the front door open and bolt up the stairs making my way up to the living room and push the door open softly. My heart shattered at the look I was sent by Wanda before looking down at the girl on her lap, curled up clutching to señor birdie, a stuffed bear I had given her for her thirteenth birthday, her face red and eyes swollen as she slept.

I fell to my knees sitting a few feet away from her. “I fucked up…” I muttered, tears pooling in the corner of my eyes. “Oh god… i fucked up Wandz…”

“Yes. Yes you did.” The witch said shifting to pull the sleeping teen a little closer to her. “She’s hurt. Really bad Nat. She doesn’t feel like she’s enough. You did that.” She snapped then immediately her feautures softened as she heard a soft whimper come from y/n in her sleep and she looked down at the redhead in her arms. “She’s been hurt so much in the past Nat… don’t mess this up… she comes crying to me one more time and you’re done.”

I nodded as a sob escaped my throat. “I know Wandz… God i know.” I was then handed a sleeping teenager who buried her head into the crook of my neck as i wrapped her legs around my waist. “I’ve got you detka…”

“Mama…” She muttered as i felt her eyelids flutter open slowly. I froze at the name, my heart skipping a beat as my breath caught in my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut and held her tighter as I walked us to my room. “Mama I’m sorry I’m not good enough-“

“None of that malyshka. You are more than good enough. You are everything i need detka. I don’t want anyone but you. Do you hear me?” She nodded into my neck and her hand clung to my shirt. “Mama is here. I’m not going anywhere.”

She yawned and buried her head even farther into the crook of my neck as I pushed my bedroom door closed behind me and crawled into bed with the teen pulling her to curl up on top of my chest laying down. “I will be your mama forever.”

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vbecker10 · 2 years

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Hey, this is my first time requesting anything so… sorry if I’m a bit awkward lmao ANYWAYSSSS I was wondering if you could pls make a loki x autistic reader one shot where they’re washing the dishes or doing any job that they have to do and they’re overstimulated and starting to have a meltdown but trying to mask it because they want to get the job that was assigned for them done cause they don’t want the others to think they’re faking a meltdown to get out of it and Loki notices and yeah… please, if that’s not too much trouble, and thank you :)

@lokixryss thank you so much for this ask! Sorry it took so long for me to get to it. I really hope you like it 💚

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It's Too Loud

Pairing: Loki x gender neutral reader / Loki x autistic reader

Warning: overstimulated, feelings of panic / being overwhelmed

Summary: You're the newest member of the team and you get picked to clean up the kitchen after Wanda and Vision made dinner for everyone. The rest of the team settles into the various sections of the common area and leave you to clean. A little while into your chore, you start to feel overwhelmed by all the noises around you. You try to hide how you are feeling and finish your task as quickly as possible but Loki notices your discomfort and tries to help you manage your feelings.

A/N: I really want to thank @ace-of-gay @michelleleewise and @soubi001 for taking a look at this before I posted it! You guys are amazing and I really appreciate your insight into this 💚💚

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"That was amazing as usual, Wanda," Steve says as he wipes his face with his napkin.

"I agree! You're cooking rivals the great feasts on Asgard," Thor says in a booming voice.

Everyone at the table echos Thor and Steve's praises of Wanda's skills in the kitchen and she replies, "Thank you! Viz helped." She takes his hand and squeezes it lightly.

"By not touching anything I assume?" Tony jokes and everyone laughs as he continues to make more comments about Vision's lack of experience in the kitchen. Once they all settle down Tony puts his hand on your shoulder, "All right new kid, you're on clean up duty."

You nod quickly, excited to help. Although you aren't an Avenger, they had all gone out of their way to make you feel welcome your first week. Your job is to take care of things behind the scenes. Scheduling meetings, running small errands, helping with paperwork, pretty much anything that keeps things running smoothly. Cleaning wasn't one of your duties but you had seen how they all took turns cooking and clearing up when not on missions so you were more then willing to do your part.

They all thank Wanda again and get up, making their way to their usual after dinner spots. Thor, Steve, Bucky and Sam head to the back corner of the room to play cards. Wanda and Vision settle into the two seats at the end of the bar while Natasha opens a bottle of wine. Bruce and Tony sit opposite each other with a chessboard between them. Loki wanders over to the bookshelves and spends a few moments examining each title before making a decision. He takes three books, setting two of them on the end table before making himself comfortable on the couch and opening the third book. Peter is the only one who leaves the common area, most likely going back to his room so he can finish his homework.

You stand at the island and watch all of them with a smile for a few moments before getting back to the task at hand. Wanda did make a delicious meal but there was a downside, she used what seemed like every pot, pan and bowl in the shared kitchen. You sigh to yourself before going back into the dining area to collect the rest of the plates, utensils and cups.

At first, you enjoy the sounds of everyone around you having fun but slowly you begin to feel a shift and you know it's not good. Your heart rate begins to quicken gradually and it is harder for you to keep your breathing even. You find yourself desperately wishing you had brought your headphones with you as a distraction. They were useful for when you were feeling overwhelmed by too much sound and they helped you focus by drowning out everything around you. You groan quietly and hope you can finish up before you start to feel worse.

Your smile fades as the boisterous laughing from the card game becomes a noisy three sided argument. Steve and Bucky want to play Texas Hold'em but Sam is complaining that they play it too often and that he never wins. Thor insists they try an Asgardian game but the other three decline adamantly, not wanting to learn something new.

Natasha and Wanda are almost through their first bottle of wine and are giggling like crazy at some phrase Vision used incorrectly. He is trying to get their attention to understand what was so funny about what he said but the two women are far too hysterical to answer him.

The louder the common area becomes, the faster you try to work and the harder it is to focus. All you want to do is finish so you can go somewhere quiet and calm yourself down. You rinse off the dishes and fill the dishwasher so quickly you almost chip two plates. Closing the door on the full appliance, you cringe at the noise it makes when you turn it on. The hum is constant and just loud enough to feel as if it is echoing in your mind.

You try to shift your attention to the stack of dirty items that remain in the sink, the ones that either can't go in the dishwasher or simply don't fit. You pick up one of the glasses and start to hand wash it under the warm water, trying to focus on the sound from the faucet and not the noises all around you. It works for a few moments and you can feel your breathing slowing back to normal.

The ear-splitting sound of Tony's deep laugh makes you look up from the dishes in the sink and you nearly drop the glass. He starts poking fun of Bruce for making an ill-advised move in their game and declares himself the winner. Bruce counters, telling Tony he isn't giving up quiet yet.

Without even realizing it, you put one hand over your ear and tilt your head to the side to try and cover you other ear with your raised shoulder. You freeze in that position, unable to clean any longer but also unable to push through how deafening the space had become. Everyone's voices blend together and your desire to leave becomes overwhelming.

Suddenly Thor slams his fists down on the card table and let's out a thunderous laugh. You put your hands over both your ears and find yourself sitting on the ground with your knees up to your chest and your back against the cabinet. You rock gently back and forth, keeping your eyes shut as you try to block out the sound.

A moment or two later, you feel a light tap on your shoulder and jump. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Loki says calmly as he sits cross legged on the floor in front to you. He points to your hands which are still covering both of your ears, "Are you alright?"

You take your hands down slowly and can't help but cringe as the loud noises begin to fill your head again. You want to tell him you are fine but before you can answer, Steve and Bucky both yell something at Thor and you close your eyes tight as your hands cover your ears again.

In an instant all the noise in the room stops completely and you take a deep breath in relief. You open your eyes slowly to see Loki has moved slightly closer to you and he was sitting on his knees now, leaning towards you. His hands are on either side of your head, a few inches from your own hands. A green glow spreads from his fingertips and you realize he is using his magic to block the sound for you. You lower your hands and your eyes but when you look up Loki is still looking at you and not in the way you had expected.

He was always polite but mostly he didn't speak to you or anyone else on the team, not even his brother. You worried the God of Mischief would look at you like you were just some poor, weak human but he wasn't. His eyes were full of concern and worry, not judgment or pity or any of the usual reactions you got from people when you were feeling overstimulated and anxious.

He doesn't move his hands, keeping the noise barrier in place for you. In a hushed voice he asks, "Do you need to leave? I can take you somewhere quiet."

You nod and he lowers one hand, touching your shoulder lightly. He surrounds the two of you with a green flash and before you can blink you are sitting on one of the couches in rear of the library. You look over and see him sitting next to you.

"Is this better?" he asks, still keeping his voice low.

You nod again but don't say anything. You take a few deep breaths and let the silence of the library calm you. Wrapping your arms tightly around yourself, you subconsciously sway back and forth gently on the couch.

After a few minutes Loki asks, "Was that a panic attack?"

You instantly begin to fidget with your fingers and look away from him. "No, it's something else but I guess they can be a little similar sometimes," you answer vaguely and he looks confused.

You realize Autism most likely isn't something Asgardians have to deal with and you had plenty of experiences at your past job where people treated you differently because of it. They made fun of the way you self-soothed and didn't believe you when you told them the noise in the office was hurting you. You bite your lip, trying to decide what you should tell Loki, if anything. You didn't want to be treated differently here but Loki had seen you meltdown, had the others seen it too?

"It's ok," he says during your long pause. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. We can just sit here quietly, whatever will make you feel better, Y/N."

You nod and cross your arms around yourself again. "Thank you," you tell him and he smiles warmly at you.

"You're welcome Y/N. I just want to to know I'm here if and when you want to talk," he says sincerely.

You smile back at him knowing he really means that. No one where you used to work ever talked to you like this, they never worried if you were ok or tried to help calm you down.

You look down at your foot which is tapping a familiar rhythm and decide to risk it. Consciously, you stop the movements of your foot and sit back on the couch. You can feel him shifting closer to you but you don't look up, sometimes talking was easier for you if you weren't looking at the other person.

You take another deep breath and tell Loki you have Autism and as expected, he asks you what that is. You give him the short version, only telling him about the signs or traits that you have. You then tell him about what happened in the kitchen, how the sounds were overwhelming and caused you to feel anxious and unable to focus. You also tell him about your previous job and that you are worried everyone here will single you out or think you can't do your job correctly if they find out.

He nods occasionally, listening carefully as you talk, asking questions here and there. When you finish he says, "Thank you for telling me, I'm sure that wasn't easy. I wish I had known about your sensitivity to sound earlier, I would have tried to help you sooner."

You then notice him fidgeting with his fingers and he says, "I know what it's like to hide parts of yourself and act as if things are ok when they are not. I've been doing that most of my life it would seem."

You sit quietly for a moment, unsure if he wants to talk about it more or not and you get your answer when he changes the subject. "Y/N, no one here would ever judge you for this, you know that I hope. But until you are ready to tell the rest of the team, you can come to me when you need help or want to talk," he tells you.

"Thank you Loki, I really appreciate that," you respond.

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed here," he says. "I know several spells which are good for dampening or eliminating sound entirely. I actually have one spell that will even render Thor completely mute if that helps," he says with a smile.

You laugh a little and say, "I'm honestly surprised you don't use that one all the time."

He shrugs, "Maybe we should try it out tomorrow."

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plussizefantasia · 1 year

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And Don't Forget It

Pairing: Tony Stark x F!PlusSize!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: None

A/N: This is the first of many works I’ve been hoarding over the last few years I plan to go through and edit some of them and re-post them here but if that’s a horrible idea let me know. Comments are always appreciated and if you like this feel free to send me a request I’ve been looking for more inspiration (and validation)

Looking in the mirror for the sixth time tonight you exhaled nervously, this was the first gala you’d be attending as a new member of the team and it was important to you that you go this right. It’d only been a couple of months since Natasha had caught you saving some people during a bank robbery gone wrong, you were there to deposit your newest paycheck and then all of a sudden there was shouting and gunfire. You couldn’t just stand by and watch it go down, you’d had to step in even if it meant outing yourself as an enhanced. That day landed you in the back of a black SUV on your way to the tower.

Scanning your figure in the mirror you couldn't help the grin that spread across your face, this dress may have cost half of your paycheck but damn if it didn’t make you look good.

The gold fabric draped across your chest in a sexy but still classy way and the rest of the fabric cascaded down your body like a waterfall, it enhanced all the good parts while tucking away the back rolls and other things you didn’t exactly love. You looked like a goddess and the star chain headpiece you’d woven into your hair pulled everything together.

The knock on the door pulled you out of your reverie.

“You almost ready?” called Wanda. In lieu of an answer you simply opened the door with your clutch in hand. The screech that came from the witch almost burst your eardrum but you played into her hype and gave a turn and a pose.

“God you look hot, none of the guys up there will be able to take their eyes off you!” She kept hyping you up.

“Wan, you know there’s only one guy whose eyes I want.”

It was true, you held a torch for the resident playboy billionaire, not that he noticed. With how much time the man spent in his lab it was a wonder he noticed anything at all really. And yet he had always seemed flirty to you. That first day in the tower after Nat had practically kidnapped you from the bank he was there, with his stupid loud music and his stupid nicknames, and his stupidly handsome face. He had flirted with you then, you wrote it off as him just being a flirty guy, you don’t get the reputation of a playboy without putting in the effort.

His efforts hadn’t faded though, he still flirted with you whenever he saw you, leaving little comments in his wake when he wasn't sequestered in his tech cave.

After Wanda Nat and yourself had come back from a coffee run, “How I’d like to be a pair of your jeans”

After you sneezed in the kitchen, “I’d say bless you, but it looks like you already have been”

And your personal favorite, “If I told you you had a bangin’ body would you hold it against me?”

The little flirts were harmless enough but tonight was the night you were really gonna test his resolve. This little number was sure to catch his attention and hopefully end this little game of cat and mouse the two of you seemed to be playing.

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Wanda and you stood in the elevator and watched the numbers climb as you made your way up from the residential floors to the party suit Tony had built just below his penthouse. As the doors slid open you were enveloped in the party atmosphere. Drinks were flowing and music was pounding, it wasn’t exactly a club but give it a few hours and couple more bottles of booze and it might get there.

“Ah! I see Viz, I’ll catch you later?” Wanda turned to you with a question in her eyes.

“Go, get your android babe.” You laughed and pushed a hand on her back to send her towards the floating humanoid robot conversing with the ever-awkward Dr. Banner at the bar.

You scanned the crowd and then your eyes found him, surrounded by people, he was truly in his element being the life of the party. You grabbed a shot off the tray being carried past for some more liquid courage and made your way toward the man of the evening.

He was telling a story, you couldn’t really hear the exact words but his smile and the movement of his hands were telling enough. You quickly averted your eyes before the sight of his hand caused you to trip yourself up.

After several agonizing moments where you watched him talk and gesture, slowly you could feel more and more eyes on your person as you made your way across the floor. It was kind of unnerving, but you'd come tonight for a reason, you needed to know if Tony was serious about whatever this was between the two of you.

It was a game you were willing to play but you'd much rather act out on all the desires floating around in your head instead of pushing them away or down because of some invisible boundaries set between the two of you.

You finally got close enough to the man to catch his eyes. You made eye contact and his words trailed off as the side of his mouth quirked up on one side.

“Excuse me,” He excused himself and without breaking eye contact made it to you in quick strides.

“ To what do I owe the pleasure of your gilded visage this evening.” His hand found its way to the curve of your waist and he gripped the flesh there. His eyes darkened as his gaze trailed up and down your body.

“What? This old thing?” You shot back, “I’ve had this forever.”

“Are you sure it had nothing to do with catching a certain someone’s eye?” He questioned, hidden behind his suave demeanor and cocky smile you could see the vulnerability in his eyes like maybe he thought you were dressed like this for someone else.

“Maybe, I’ve had my eyes on this one man for a while” You bit your lip and looked up at him through your eyelashes hoping that he’d latch onto the bait you gave him.

He hummed, “Oh really? And what’s this man like?” he asked

“Hmmm, well, he’s smart and funny and I hear he has a proclivity for iron suits.” With that you lifted your head and titled it backward, elongating your neck and pushing your chest towards him.

When Tony heard those words, he stopped holding himself back, his other hand landed on your back and pulled you even closer to him. Your lips met in a flurry of passion and a bit of lust on each side. His lips danced on your own and you could feel the scratch from his signature goatee on your cheek.

You pulled back when your lungs began to scream for air.

“Jesus christ you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He mumbled still only inches from your lips.

“Oh yeah?” you teased back pulling away slightly

He huffed out a laugh and moved his lips to the slant of your neck.

“Yes,” He practically growled into the skin there.

“You think You can handle me Stark?” you asked, slowly pulling him back towards the elevator, you knew it would probably make headlines the next day, at the very least the mention of Tony Stark abandoning his party for the sake of taking you to bed would be trending for the next day.

“For You? I’d handle anything,” he told you, sincerity leaking into his words.

“And don’t forget it.” You pulled him into another kiss as the elevator doors closed.

#tony stark x you #tony stark x reader #plus size reader #tony stark x plus size reader #fluff #tony stark #plus size!reader

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marvelousmrm · 1 year

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Avengers #137 (Englehart/Tuska, June 1975). The triumphant return of the X-Men continues. With Wanda and Viz on their honeymoon, and Mantis communing with psychic trees, the Avengers try to fill out their ranks. T’Challa hilariously declines with a verbose parody of the narration in Jungle Action. But Jan, Hank Pym, and Moondragon join the cause… As does our favorite blue Beast! He, uh, seems to have chilled out since Amazing Adventures.

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brw · 1 year

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#brieuc.txt #polls #the vision #vision #ch: far superior to flesh and blood

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incorrectsilvercyclopsquotes · 2 years

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Scott: I think that–

Lorna: Scott, stop! This discussion is family only!

Pietro: Scott is family!

Vision: She’s just saying–

Pietro: This doesn’t concern you, Toaster!

Jean: Yeah, none of this concerns you, Vision!

Wanda: Woah woah woah! So, Scott’s family but Viz isn’t?

Jean: Yeah, they’re married!

Lorna: THEY’RE WHAT?!

#source: shameless #scott summers #cyclops #lorna dane #polaris #pietro maximoff #quicksilver #vision #jean gray #incorrect xmen quotes #incorrect silvercyclops quotes #silvercyclops #quickcyke #wandavision #xavier lensherr family

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jennajaeger · 8 months

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My general feelings on my F/Os' canon love interests and how I picture my dynamic with each of them:

Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid):

Eric is MY GUY. BESTIE. HIMBO EXTRAORDINAIRE. We high five each other as we pass each other in the hallway because we both have the best wife in the world. Literally the epitome of this meme:

Me: "The stars are so beautiful tonight."

Eric: "You know who else is beautiful?"

Both of us in unison: *sighing dreamily* "Ariel~"

Keyleth (Critical Role: The Legend of Vox Machina):

So admittedly I have not finished the series yet but as far as I can tell, Vax and Keyleth have a very "right person, wrong time" type of relationship? Like, I get it, they're always gonna love each other, they're just never going to be in a place where they can BE together? And I mean......that works for me :P I feel marginally bad about stealing her man because she's so sweet and deserves a break, precious bean, but if it works it works <3

Meryl Stryfe & Milly Thompson (Trigun Stampede):

I felt so bad the moment I started watching the show because I was like "oh god another female character I'm gonna have to throw under the bus in the name of self shipping" but honestly so far in the 23 version I read their dynamic as platonic?? And just in general, I love her <3 She's a tough little cookie; and I haven't properly met Milly yet but I just know I'm gonna love her :P girl frankly you deserve to have Nick maybe you'll mellow him out a little good heavens XD

Helen Wick (John Wick franchise):

I will always have a moment to pay homage to our lord and savior Helen Wick who died to give us the best action franchise of the modern age, girl you were a real one and rest easy knowing I am going to RIDE THE TRAUMA OUT OF YOUR HUSBAND

Tess Marshall (Barbarian):

SHE DESERVES S O MUCH BETTER OH MY GOD I mean they both do, they're stuck in this terrible movie :P In a better world I would love to be friends with Tess, and act as Keith's filter because good lord boy you're cute but you're dumb as fuck sometimes XD Also if I ever see Keith's ex-gf I'm throwing hands

Alt Cunningham & Rogue (Cyberpunk 2077):

god I'm glad these two are Johnny's exes XD I'm sure I would have liked Alt a lot more had I known her when she was, y'know, alive, but as a......tech ghost or whatever, she's not a lot of fun :P As for Rogue, she's a bitch, I KNOW she's a bitch, and I respect her for it. She DID stab Johnny in the back though and I'm not about to let her forget it.

Alys Rivers & Helaena Targaryen (House of the Dragon):

I haven't properly met Alys yet but I'm looking forward to it, I feel like I'm gonna like her :P And Helaena is A SWEETHEART, an absolute darling, I would love to sit with her and have tea while she does her embroidery and listen to her talk about anything that comes into her pretty little head because THE GODS KNOW SOMEONE HAS TO. I will also be her "dump your shitty husband" friend so fast XD Like, LOOK AT AEMOND. LOOK AT HIM. HE'S RIGHT THERE GIRL I WILL SHARE.

Anyone Dream has ever been romantically involved with and yes I'm including Hob Gadling (The Sandman):

I have nothing but love and respect for Dream's past partners (Calliope babe I'd die for you) and I just love the idea that we have like, dinner together and they all just spill the tea about the shit Dream got up to in past decades :P

Vision (Marvel Cinematic Universe):

I have no problems with Viz, he was a good man. Wanda really could have done BETTER in my opinion, but y'know, she could have done a lot worse too, so :P And thanks to Viz we have the boys, Billy and Tommy <3

Martin Blackwood (The Magnus Archives):

I don't hate Martin. He's a sweetheart. But I need him to not even BREATHE in Jon's direction, because that is MY MAN. Nothing personal :P

Mikasa Akerman (Attack On Titan):

I will meet that bitch in the FUCKING PIT IT IS ON S I G H T LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!!!!!!

#save tag #mine #long post

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ronearoundblindly · 8 days

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Ro, darling

A and Q for Hideout Steve (I thought about requesting Z and then realised, for him, it’s everywhere 😂

For this ask game, and they are dirtayyyyyy.

Little different than general solo steve and I'll elaborate on when he's soft-spoken vs. loud (Low key hilarious that Hideout!Steve is soooooo sensitive and Fools!Steve is the polar opposite.)

MINORS DNI. I know you're sick of me saying it, but this is not for youngsters. I will not hesitate to let you know when a fic is all-age friendly!

A - Alone Time

Let's start from the beginning. When 'Grant' first starting visiting the motel, he really didn't have any dreams/delusions/fantasies about having a love life, and since Steve always imagined he'd only have sex with someone he was able to court and know pretty well, he resigned himself to never finding someone until his exile ended. (Considering in canon, it never really ended, we see he had a point.)

Once something does develop between you, despite all odds, he gets to hope, and hope is a drug to Steve Rogers.

He doesn't have a lot of time where he's truly alone while bunking with Natasha and Sam--sometimes Wanda and Viz, too--so I feel like Steve has mastered the art of innocent imagination. When he thinks of you it's not graphic, not unless he can be in a separate room or, preferably, building than the rest of his group.

They all understand though. Each of them clammers for some distance as often as is safe.

Bathing marks the only real and consistent time Steve has alone, meaning you helping wash his hair in the tub counts as a double whammy to his fantasies.

There was a lot of crossover in his dreams that night since the association is too strong. He touches himself in the shower, you were in the bathroom with him, and thus, he dreamt of you touching him in the shower. He woke up to that being almost the reality, too, so that wet dream has been pretty consistently on repeat.

From that point on, the urge to imagine what could happen gets much worse. The group doesn't have a routine. They bounce from place to place and spend wildly different amounts of time in each location. To date, the motel is only one of three places they've stayed two times, and it is the only place they've gone back to more than twice. It's not fucking rocket science to understand what's so appealing to Steve that he nudges and hints at returning as often as is strategically plausible.

If by chance Steve actually gets a room to himself and is truly alone for a few hours, it's difficult not to take advantage, spread out, and sleep, however, but he sleeps even better after writhing around as a horny mess for about twenty minutes, working himself up, humping the mattress and his hand, moaning into the pillows like a whore (at least he thinks he sounds like those 'painted' women back in the '30s and '40s), and coming hard on his abs. He vaguely knows he's a glutton for punishment by how long he tries to milk his orgasm. It works though. He can last a bit longer now--even with the vivid memory of what it feels like to be inside you--yet he doesn't really need to last when his alone time is so limited. Should he...practice that? Should he be trying to hold out longer?

Dillema!

Q - Quiet Please

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oops, sorry, got lost in my thots about how loud Steve can get while fucking you. Honestly, if you two have enough privacy, he's even goddamn noisy while eating you out.

As I hope I've established many times, Steve Rogers in any universe can't talk dirty to save his life. He can lie better than he can say words like 'fuck,' or 'cunt,' and will never ever say the word 'pussy' in reference to your body or a cat (now that he knows what some people use the term for). I have no clue why 'cunt' would be better than 'pussy,' but 🤷🏻‍♀️ this is my headcanon so here we go. He uses any curse words so seldom that it doesn't really matter. He'd have to be pretty surprised by the intensity of something or at peak possessiveness to utter stuff like that. (If he has to reference it, usually he just says "you're so wet," "you're squeezing me so tight," or "do you need me?" Very general, no bad words required.)

ANYWHO: volume.

As much as I ::melts:: love the idea of Steve getting louder when he's tired, he has grown to enjoy the thrill of being quiet and sneaky.

He's got to get his kicks somewhere, right? So he's almost trained himself to be completely silent (to the point of holding his breath, which is a whole other kink for way later) while he imagines that you can travel with them for some reason. It's a fantasy; he hasn't worked out the details. He'd still want to be buried inside you or fingering you till you come if you had to share a room with the group for a night. He'll be quiet if you will. They'll never know. He promises. Please, Tops. Please. He wants to touch you, to hold you, to feel you everywhere...

Yup, Steve can be silent as the grave or hitting opera notes; it's all good as long as he gets to be with you.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Hideout Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

One more cowboy cat for the road!

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