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bxckylove-blog · 6 years ago

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The Other Guy

summary: pietro proves to y/n that bucky is into her by doing everything in his power to make him jealous

pairing: bucky x reader, pietro x reader [pretended]

word count: 3.6k+

warnings: mentions of smut, jealousy, annoyed bucky, confrontation

a/n: literally wanna vom just thinking about hurting bucky like this i would never also this is shit but its been chilling in my drafts for 8 millions years so i decided to post it

“You are so full of shit,” Y/N laughed, absentmindedly stirring the oatmeal in her bowl. She sat at the kitchen island, blinded by the early morning sun, her pink sock clad feet swinging above the ground. She was dressed in only her tiny pyjama shorts and a hoodie, hair messy and the side of her face slightly red due to the position she slept in.

Pietro stood by the counter, dumping a bunch of different berries into a blender. It was only 8:30am and most of the compound was still fast asleep. Y/N and Pietro, however, made plans the night before to get up early, train together and then go out and buy a present for Wanda; Pietro’s way of apologising for crashing her date a few days back. The witch hadn’t spoken to him since and Pietro was slowly growing exasperated.

“I’m serious, Y/N,” Pietro chuckled, putting the lid on the blender and glancing at her over his shoulder. “He’s into you. I can prove it.”

Y/N shook her head, rolling her eyes and pushing another spoonful of bland oatmeal past her lips.

Pietro switched on the blender, his back facing the shorter girl as he worked on preparing his usual morning smoothie. The loud noise of the blender continued to buzz inside Y/N’s ears even after Pietro had switched off the appliance.

“I’d like to see you try, Maximoff,” Y/N smirked, provoking a quiet laugh from the speedster’s side. He popped off the lid of the blender, glanced inside to make sure his smoothie was ready and then made his way across the kitchen to grab a glass.

“I’m going to murder Bucky if he keeps eating my cereal. This stuff is gross,” she complained, pushing her bowl away with a roll of her eyes. She couldn’t understand how Steve could push the tasteless oatmeal past his lips. Unfortunately, since Bucky had cleared the cupboards of her usual breakfast cereal, she didn’t have much of a choice.

“Yeah, right. You wouldn’t lay a finger on Buck if your life depended on it,” Pietro laughed, soon realising he had to empty the dishwasher in order to find a clean glass. He bent over, focusing on the task at hand as Y/N pushed herself up and placed her bowl of oatmeal in the sink.

“You know me all too well,” she murmured, glancing inside Pietro’s blender and then back at him to make sure he wasn’t looking. Realising he wasn’t, Y/N grabbed her glass of water from the island, dumped the contents into the sink and hurried to fill it with the berry smoothie instead. When she was finished, she hopped onto the counter and sipped innocently on Pietro’s drink until he finally realised what she had done.

“Thief,” he narrowed his eyes at her, abandoning his mission of emptying the dishwasher. He looked towards the now empty blender, realising he’d have to make more if he wanted to have a berry smoothie for breakfast.

“Not a thief. Bucky’s a thief because he stole my cereal. I’m just… taking what’s rightfully mine. I did the grocery shopping yesterday.”

Pietro laughed, making his way across the kitchen and coming to a stop opposite Y/N.

“I don’t think he’d like to hear you say that. He’s too into you to not be upset by such words,” he teased.

“Right, he’s so into me he keeps stealing my cereal to piss me off. So romantic,” Y/N rolled her eyes sarcastically and Pietro shook his head at her. He watched her expression as she sipped on the smoothie, wondering if it tasted as good as he hoped.

When Y/N didn’t say anything about it, Pietro took a few steps forwards so that he was standing between her parted legs and reached for one of the straws sitting in a glass container behind Y/N on the counter.

She quirked a brow as he slid the straw into her glass. He leaned in, captured the end between his teeth and took a generous sip of the smoothie.

“Um, excuse you,” she objected, trying her hardest to hold back her laughter.

Y/N held the glass in both hands, far enough from herself for Pietro to drink from, and yet not far enough to not feel his breath on her skin. They were standing only inches apart and to anyone watching the interation could appear to be awfully intimate; so it wasn’t a surprise that only seconds later Y/N had to tear her eyes away from Pietro upon hearing someone clearing their throat.

Bucky was standing leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his muscular chest, one eyebrow cocked expectantly. He eyes the two Avengers already occupying the kitchen, then focused solely on Pietro with a confused glance.

The speedster didn’t acknowledge Bucky’s stare, only looking at him for a brief second before turning back to Y/N. He placed the straw back between his lips and sucked.

When Y/N looked down at him, Pietro was smirking knowingly.

“Morning, Buck,” Y/N said cheerfully, trying to seem casual despite Pietro still standing between her parted legs, his hands now resting on either side of her hips, mindlessly humming as he continued sipping on the smoothie. He stepped even closer.

“Morning,” Bucky grumbled in response, strolling past the two of them and yanking open the fridge. He glanced inside, grabbed a tub of ice cream from the freezer and shut the door with unnecessary force. He found a spoon in the cutlery drawer, once more glanced at Pietro and Y/N and headed towards the exit.

When he was out of sight, Pietro finally retreated, clearly satisfied with himself by the shit eating grin across his face.

“What the hell was that about?” Y/N whispered, scared Bucky might still be close enough to hear. Pietro plucked the now empty smoothie glass out of her hands and chuckled as he placed it in the sink.

“Told you I could prove to you he’s into you,” he answered nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders and reaching out to plug out the blender.

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. “By almost feeling me up in front of him?”

Pietro scoffed. “I did no such thing,” he protested. “I’m going to prove to you he’s into you. With my help, his possessive self will be asking you out within two days.”

Y/N expelled a humourless chuckle. “Sure he will.”

“I can guarantee you that. Go and change in your training gear and we’ll get started right away,” he challenged, and Y/N eyed him suspiciously before sliding off of the counter.

“Fine, but if this doesn’t work out, you’ll be the one explaining to everyone why you’ve been all over me for two days,” she told him sternly, pointing her index finger in his direction.

Pietro grinned, holding his arms up in surrender. “Fine by me.”

By the time Y/N was dressed in her training gear, her hair brushed back into something that reassembled practicality, Pietro was already waiting for her outside the gym. She appeared behind him with a bottle of water in her hands and managed to scare him a little before he pushed open the door.

“Good choice of clothing,” Pietro commented quietly, nodding towards her shorts, “They’ll surely get his attention.“

Y/N walked past, looking at Pietro over her shoulder and furrowing her brows in confusion.

"His attention?” She questioned, and then finally realised that the gym wasn’t empty like she had expected it would be. Steve was running on the treadmill and Bucky was beating the hell out of a punching bag. When they entered, Steve waved a quick greeting but Buck only grumbled, causing Steve to shoot him a confused glance.

Y/N and Pietro strolled over to a bench at the end of the room and set their stuff down.

“I knew he’d be down here after what he saw in the kitchen. He’s probably picturing my face on the punching bag. He needs to blow off some steam,” Pietro murmured, only loud enough for Y/N to hear.

When she looked towards Bucky, she noticed sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. She looked elsewhere, deciding to take a sip of her water.

“It’s a shame you’re not the one helping him do that. I’m sure it would be more satisfying for him - and you - if that punching bag wasn’t the only thing getting pounded by him.”

Y/N began to choke on her drink. Her body shook with violent coughs, getting the attention of the other two guys across the room. Y/N could feel tears pooling in her eyes as she attempted to stop herself from quite literally… dying.

“Is she alright?” Steve called out, stopping the treadmill as Pietro hit Y/N on the back, attempting to stop her from choking.

When she calmed down, she answered feebly, “I’m fine. Pietro was just… telling me a funny story.”

Bucky scoffed at that and Y/N almost didn’t catch it, but she did; and so did Steve.

“What’s wrong with you this morning?” He asked his best friend, but Bucky only shrugged, watching as Steve headed off to do some heavy lifting.

Pietro nodded for Y/N to follow him to the padded flooring. They did some stretching in silence and while Y/N worked on her arms, she spared another glance in Bucky’s direction.

His sweat soaked shirt had disappeared and his face showed deep concentration as his fists furiously slammed against the surface of the red punching bag. He was light on his feet, sweat trickling down his face and chest, damp hair pulled back into a messy high pony. He looked damn good.

“Ahem,” Pietro pretended to cough and when Y/N looked back at him he was smirking. He had clearly noticed her staring and was amused by the expression on her face. Pietro handed her her sparring equipment.

“You’re drooling,” he noted, and she smacked his arm playfully.

“Am not,” she protested, finally pulling on her gloves and making her way towards the centre of the mat.

She made sure she was steady, got into position and when Pietro was ready the fighting began. Y/N pulled a few of the signature moves herself and Nat had come up with, and it wasn’t long before Pietro was lying on his back on the floor.

He got up each time and by the fourth time Y/N had him on the mat, she was growing kind of bored. That is, until Pietro managed to kick her legs out from under her and she fell with a loud thud. The silver haired speedster was quick to pin her down, one hand around her neck, the other holding the back of her thigh which she had wrapped around his waist.

When Y/N glanced to the left, knowing that the round was over and that Pietro would retreat any second, she noticed Bucky watching them from the sidelines, using a black towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Pietro seemed to notice him looking, too, because soon he was leaning down and bringing his lips to Y/N’s ear, his hair covering her eyes so she could no longer see Bucky.

He remained silent for a second then whispered. “He’s going to leave in three… two… one”.

The door to the gym slammed shut.

Pietro pushed himself up, his grin once more appearing. Y/N’s wanted to roll her eyes at his confidence but she had to admit, Pietro was damn good at this. It was as if he had his sister’s powers and could read Bucky’s mind. Then it hit her.

“Wanda told you he’s into me, didn’t she?"

Pietro looked like a deer in headlights.

He inhaled sharply, then sheepishly admitted, "yeah, okay, she did.”

“Which means you’re not as cunning as you think you are. Which means this could not end as well as you expect it to."

He shrugged his shoulders. "To some extent, maybe.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes and then next thing Pietro knew her legs were around his neck and she was forcing him down onto the floor, swiftly moving to pin him down, face first on the mat. She held his hands behind his back.

“You’re an idiot,” she told him, and Pietro laughed in response, hissing when she pulled at his wrists.

“An idiot who’s helping you get laid.”

Their sparring session continued for another twenty minutes, followed by some cardio and lifting. Steve seemed to have followed Bucky because he was no where to be seen and Y/N didn’t see either of them before herself and Pietro left the compound to buy Wanda’s gift.

Finding the perfect apology present took them the majority of the afternoon and after grabbing lunch together and arguing over whether or not Pietro’s plan would work, they returned home. They waved a quick greeting to all the other avengers who sat around the lounge before heading straight to Y/N’s room to wrap up the gift.

Of course, the process of them wrapping up the present resulted in another play fight over which colour wrapping paper and how big of a bow to use. This led to Y/N’s hair looking like a bird’s nest, her already baggy sweater falling off her shoulder and her sticky lipstick smudged across her cheek.

By the time they were finished, they both looked like a mess and Pietro had bits of tape stuck to his face like a child on Christmas morning.

He thanked her for the help before heading to his room and asked her to tell Wanda to find him.

Y/N didn’t bother fixing her appearance before heading to the lounge where everyone else was sitting around watching a rom-com. As asked, she told Wanda that Pietro wanted to see her and then headed to the kitchen to grab a drink.

There, Bucky was already making coffee. He remained silent, leaning against the counter as Y/N grabbed a mug and dumped a tea bag into it, staring at the buzzing kettle between them.

When she looked up, Bucky was studying her carefully.

“Your, uh… Lipstick is smudged,” he told her, pointing to his own mouth rather sheepishly. Y/N grabbed a paper towel and said nothing as she began to wipe it off. Bucky continued to look at her.

“No, you’re just making it worse,” he chuckled lightly and took the towel from her hand, stepping closer to help her. Y/N stayed unmoving as he held her chin lightly, wiping off the redness.

“Thanks,” she muttered, hearing the kettle switch off.

“You need to tell your lover boy to be less sloppy,” Bucky noted, stepping back and throwing the tissue into the trash. Y/N cleared her throat before moving over to pour the boiling water into the two mugs.

She didn’t say anything to his previous words and when their drinks were made, they both headed back to the lounge. Bucky sat down between Nat and Steve and Y/N situated herself on the vacant love seat to the right of the TV.

She tried to focus on the screen but she couldn’t help but feel Bucky’s eyes on the side of her face. However, every time she’d glance over at him, he’d look away as if nothing happened.

It wasn’t long before Wanda and Pietro returned, both smiling, obviously having made up. Wanda quickly situated herself on the pile of cushions and blankets on the floor and Pietro moved across the room to where Y/N sat.

He made himself comfortable, his head in her lap, casually glancing over at Bucky to check if he was looking. Out of pure curiosity, Y/N looked over at him, too, and felt disappointment when she realised he wasn’t looking back at her. Instead, Buck’s eyes were glued to the screen, his arm casually thrown over Steve’s shoulder, his lips pursed.

Maybe he wasn’t jealous the way Pietro wanted him to be.

The movie continued and when it ended, Bruce got up to put on the sequel. This gave everyone an opportunity to go to the toilet, grab more snacks or chat for a while. It was then Pietro rolled over onto his stomach and looked up at Y/N, almost as if he knew she wanted to say something.

“I don’t think he’s all that bothered. Maybe he’s just not a fan of PDA in general,” Y/N whispered to him but Pietro only rolled his eyes.

He remained silent as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, threw his arm over Y/N’s shoulder and pulled her legs over his lap. Y/N didn’t say anything but she could already feel Wanda and Tony eyeing them curiously from across the room; and although she wanted to explain to them there was nothing going on between her and Pietro, she remained quiet.

The movie began and the lights were switched off, the late hour resulting in a cozy dark room. It was getting kind of chilly, courtesy of Tony’s inability to sit in a room without the windows open, so Y/N didn’t actually mind having Pietro to cuddle. In fact, when his hand began slowly stroking her calf, she wiggled even closer and nuzzled her face into his chest.

Suddenly, Tony spoke up.

“So, uh, am I the only one who’s confused about what’s going on?”

Y/N lifted her head and looked over at him to see what he was talking about. Upon realising he was already staring back at her with a confused frown, it only took her a second to figure out what the hell he meant.

“Since when are you two a thing?” Tony continued, chuckling a little. “Yesterday I heard you two calling each other names and now here you are.” He waved his hand in their direction rather dramatically. “Doesn’t anyone else find it weird?”

Natasha then decided to pipe in. “Yeah, I mean, I’m a little confused myself. I thought you liked that other guy.” By other guy Natasha clearly meant Bucky, having been the person who listened to Y/N ramble about her crush day and night.

“What other guy?” Bucky asked, looking from Nat to Y/N, but both of them only shrugged, not wanting to give it away.

“Guys, that’s enough. Let them be,” Steve decided to interfere, not liking the way in which this conversation was heading. He wasn’t very fond of the rest of the group holding this intervention.

“Steve, stop pretending to not care. You were just as confused as everyone else after what happened in the gym today,” Bucky announced, and the rest of the group looked at each other, almost as if waiting for someone to elaborate. No one did.

“So,” Tony once again spoke up. “Dare to enlighten us about the situation?” He eyed Y/N and Pietro again. Y/N was seconds away from telling everyone the whole truth. However, before she even managed to open her mouth, Pietro was already speaking.

“I don’t know. We’re just sorta… hanging out, I guess,” he tried to seem casual.

Bucky scoffed, looking at Pietro as if he had lost his mind.

“Hanging out? Please, cut the bullshit."

At this point, the whole room was holding its breath.

"You damn well know I like her and you’ve been rubbing your new relationship in my face all day. But let me tell you one thing,” he turned to Y/N. “Whatever it is you two have, it won’t last longer than a week.”

Y/N remained silent for a moment, and so did everyone else, not wanting to interfere. Even Steve seemed to have locked his mouth with an imaginary key and kept his preaching to himself for once. Then, after several seconds, Y/N finally responded timidly.

“Truth be told, it wasn’t gonna last more than two days.”

“What?” Bucky’s brows knitted together into a confused frown.

Y/N inhaled sharply and groaned at his stupidity. She pushed herself up from the sofa. Uncertain, Bucky stood up, too.

“I’ve been hinting that I like you for months! Who do you think this other guy Natasha mentioned was, huh? It was you, you absolute dumb ass! I’m not into Pietro for God’s sake!”

Sam began laughing but Wanda clamped her hand over his mouth.

“Wait, what?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Bucky’s stupidity and Steve got up, placing a hand on his best friend’s shoulder.

“I think what she means, Buck, is that her and Pietro were trying to make you jealous,” he explained, but Bucky only looked more confused than before.

“What?”

He simply couldn’t get any slower.

And so, not seeing any different way of going about this, Y/N breathed in and began trudging in his direction. Afraid Y/N was on her way to smack him for being silly, Bucky took a step back and fell back onto the sofa. His eyes displayed utmost confusion as Y/N climbed onto his lap with her legs on either side of him, grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him.

Right there. In front of the whole team.

A series of cheers, shouts and whistles followed. Bucky’s surprise melted away and soon he was wrapping his arms around Y/N’s middle, pulling her closer and kissing her back. It didn’t last long, but the kiss was pleasant, and when Y/N retreated, she realised everyone was still looking at her.

Catching Bucky’s gaze, she smiled sheepishly and knew that he finally understood what she meant.

“Does that explain it?” She murmured, and Bucky nodded, lips swollen and gaze blazing.

Y/N sighed in relief and when she turned her head to look at the rest of the team, Pietro was cracking up at the other end of the room. He stood up, brushed off his jeans and said:

“You owe me one, Y/N.”

She smiled, turning her gaze back to Buck when the brunette finally spoke up. “As do I.”

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bxckylove-blog · 6 years ago

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Receipts for the SPN actors

Misha: Made a joke about the Taliban the day after the Peshawar incident, but soon after apologised (he was unaware of what happened the day before, but his joke was tasteless regardless)

Jensen: Homophobic comment about Broke Back Mountain ruining all cowboy movies for him. (I also responded to a person who thought I was rude for saying people have a right to say that comment is homophobic)

Link to a gifset of him being heterosexist

A SPN fan wrote an open letter (that is no longer available to read) and their friend made a post in response to it. It’s about the misogyny, queer-baiting, heterosexism, etc, in the media, and a lot of people took it as an “attack on Jensen”, so this post has some stuff that he’s done

Jensen made a bisexual girl at a SPN con cry because she’d stated she was bisexual and really liked Dean and noticed some subtext in the way he plays the character. She got boo’ed and Jensen said “Don’t ruin it for everyone”. She never got her whole question out. (the link you have for the little x at the end of Jared’s name actually covers this incident)

Jared: Jared being all kinds of embarrassing on Twitter talking to Sunny, a CNN anchor about the Trayvon Martin case, and admitting he thinks the word “Cracker” is a racist racial slur against white people

Jared making a shitty remark about Angelina Jolie on Twitter

A whole list of links of wrongs committed by Jensen and Jared (sorry I didn’t break down the whole post, but I thought it’d be best to keep all the links to this one post)

(I don’t know if this is problematic enough) But when it was announced Taylor Swift had pulled her music from Spotify, he directly tweeted this at her

Giant masterpost on why Jared can be considered misogynistic

Even bigger masterpost of everything Jared’s done up until recently (so If you don’t want too many links and see a lot of overlapping stuff, you can just have this one post be there)

So yeah that’s it, I hope this isn’t too much, just wanted to help a bit.

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God bless you!!! We posted this info in our FAQ bc it was just too perf

-Mod K

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bxckylove-blog · 7 years ago

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Something’s Gotta Give

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Style: One-Shot

Warnings: Angst, language, smut!!!!! (NSFW, 18+!)

Word Count: 3K

Summary: You’ve been filming Infinity War over the past 8+ months and for whatever reason, you cannot stand the sight of Christopher Robert Evans. But on a cold winter’s night, stuck in a cabin for “mandatory bonding”, you and Chris work out your issues…physically. Includes cameos of our favorite super-dorks Seb, Tom, Scar & Mackie!

A/N: OK, so Chris is a bit of an ass here. But there’s always been this small little part of me that thinks he has a dark side… he can’t be fluffy and loving all the time, right? ;) I also haven’t written smut in like YEARS so please don’t come @ me just enjoy, OK? Also, dedicated to the love of my life @dolangram because she inspires me daily to be a better writer and also just a better person. ILY forever <3 Enjoy! (Gif not mine)

You couldn’t stand him. Literally, every single thing he did put you on edge. Every time he breathed. Every time he spoke. Every time he laughed so fucking hard he clutched his chest and threw his beautiful blonde head back, unable to breathe. And now, here you were. Stuck with him for a full 24 hours in a snowed-in cabin. What. The. Hell.

“Oh this is going to be such fun.” You hear Tom say from the corner of the room, rubbing his hands together after setting his bags down on the floor.

“Whose idea was it to do this again?” You mumbled, more to yourself than to anyone in particular.

“Cheer up, doll, it’s the last time we’ll all be together like this for a while. It’s supposed to be fun.” Your best friend grinned at you, slinging his bulky arm across your shoulders and ruffling your hair.

“Seb!” You grunt at the weight of him, shoving him off you. “Knock it off.”

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bxckylove-blog · 7 years ago

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Block me if you shipp:

Starker (Peter Parker x Tony Stark)

PETER IS ONLY 15. TONY IS 48.

Reblog if you agree with me.

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bxckylove-blog · 7 years ago

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Oh My- Fucking God

Pairing: Avengers x fem!Reader Word Count: 7600 Warnings: My writing and the usual. Other than that I´d like to point out that I do not own some of the dirty remarks/ pickup lines/ whatever used in this, so if you see one that belongs to you, please do message me and I´ll gladly give you credit. (A/N): Per request from @heyjess-marie I´ve written this piece of, well, something. Instead of having only one team member succumb to the charms and sexual innuendos though, I’ve decided to write out scenarios with all of them. You can read them as a whole story, where the Reader seduces everyone one way or another or as separate, independent parts. Whatever you feel like. I couldn´t have done it without the greatly treasured assistance from @writingintheshadowsforever though, so thanks for the help in picking scenarios and lines. Summary: It´s all fun and games until you start to catch feelings.

Oh My, Oh My My

“Your behaviour has improved greatly-“

You dodge the punch he aims at you and kick him square in the chest. The hit sends him tumbling back against a shelf that collapses in on itself the moment he makes impact.

“Hardly, Captain,” you smirk, brushing back some strands of loose hair, “but nice try.”

“Don´t know what you´re talking about,” he huffs, pretending to struggle with the weights that landed on top of him.

“You´re attempting to use reverse psychology on me,” you smirk wider, “and are failing miserably, while we´re at it.”

The blond snorts at that, “…and your evidence to support your claim?”

“My Master´s degree in psychology.”

He snorts again, in defeat this time, giving up his feigned struggle momentary to wave his arm. “Fine, can´t blame a man for trying though.”

You chuckle. “Oh, you´d be surprised to find out what exactly I can do” you saunter to where he lays and look down at him with a prurient grin stretching your lips, “But knowing you, you won´t even ask.”

You set into a crouch beside him. “Speaking of which, I´ve been thinking, with you being so smart and handsome, darling, you are lethal. So, how come you´re still single?”

He smiles, his blush mixing with his flush from training.

“Thanks,” he laughs nervously, “I´d tell you, but, uh, I need to get something off my chest.” He nods down at the pile of weights and you smirk, pretending not to notice.

“Is it your shirt? I hope it´s your shirt.”

Your name is a warning drawl on his lips and you sigh, raising your arms in defeat.

“Joking, joking. No need to get your Calvin´s into a twist, love.”

Just as you´re about to help him, he throws the weights off himself and launches at you, taking you by surprise and to the ground with him.

“Never take your guard down,” he lectures you playfully, smiling. You struggle for a second, genuinely taken aback, before you determine that it´s useless and decide to smirk up at him instead.

“My, Captain, if you wanted to be on top of me so badly, all you had to do was ask.”

He flushes harder, lowering his head enough for some of his now longer locks of hair to momentarily brush against your nose.

“Good god, woman. You´re insufferable.”

You snicker. “Well, it can´t always be all hookers and sunshine, Captain,” you bite your lip and try dragging your leg up his tight, watching his breath stutter.

It takes him some time to compose himself, but when he does he grips at your wrists tighter and secures them above your head with more force, pinning your legs under his weight along the way.

“My, Captain, oh, Captain,” you purr, salacious, “I´ve never figured you for the control freak kinda guy.”

“Is that so?”

You nod, biting at your lip again as he narrows his brows at you.

“Bite that lip one more time and-“

You interrupt, mocking, “and what, love? You´re going to take me right here?”

“I just might,” he husks, his blush blending with his stubbles.

“Captain, you dog.”

Your grin meets his snarl as he smashes his lips against yours, releasing one of your hands to drag his hand down your side, his warm palm pressing into the silver of skin exposed from your fall.

He pulls back long enough to watch you lick your swollen lips, before leaning back down to attack them again, drawing blood and groaning as you return the favour by tugging at his bottom lip.

“Would Captain handsome and the sexy goddess from outer space please leave the training room and continue their business in the hallway at least? Peter is heading down here, and I do not want to feel responsible for his heart attack.”

Tony´s voice over the intercom startles you into parting, a smirk rising to your lips as he trails his hand along your side once more before pushing off of you.

You accept the hand he offers you with a grin, quickly turning to stroll towards the door, where you turn again and beckon him to follow you with a playful wiggle of your index finger.

“My room?”

He clears his throat and straightens his clothes but follows you all the same.

“Is it hot in here?”

“No, darling, that´s just me,” you wind your arms around his neck from behind in greeting, your voice a salacious purr.

He clears his throat in surprise before ordering you a martini and turning so he can face you properly.

“How´s the party?”

You accept the glass and smile. “Just lovely. I walked into the room and six people yelled ´dibs´.”

“Well, you are breath-taking,” he supplies charmingly, pausing only to take a sip from his own glass.

“And quite honestly,” he continues, “I´ve never wanted to be alone with someone more.”

There´s another moment of silence as he downs the remains of his whiskey and turns to send you a smirk.

“What do you say we leave this party? Go for a walk on the beach?”

You teasingly raise a brow at him, sending Bucky a questioning glance from across the bar. He grins back and holds up six fingers before making an exaggerated motion of drinking and nodding towards Tony. You nod in understanding and gratitude, and he waves you off with a smirk, turning back to his conversation with Sam and Steve.

“So,” he reminds you of his presence with a small cough, “what do you say?”

“I say,” you begin, inching closer to fix his bow tie some, “The beach sounds like a great place to be alone.”

You wiggle your brows at him for good measure and he flushes in reply.

“You´re a pervert.”

“Oh, undoubtedly, and right now you´re at the centre of my attention, so do consider yourself lucky.”

You bite your lip and step back, admiring your handiwork, while he reaches out to brush a hand through his brown locks.

“I consider myself a lot of things right now,” he begins, avoiding his eyes to the ground when you lean in closer, “I´m not sure ´lucky´ is one of them.”

You tauntingly lean forward some, lips curving behind the rim of your glass of martini. “But sexually frustrated is, isn´t it, sweetheart?”

You flash him your best smile, enjoying the way his eyes trail down your body.

“You are an evil, twisted tease, darling, and I am going to get you back.” He promises frivolously, and you simply laugh, easily pressing your lips back to your glass to drink its remains.

“If it involves us naked, you can do whatever you damn well please.”

You smirk. He chokes on thin air.

There´s a moment of silence, where the only sound is the blaring music that rings from the speakers in the room next to yours.

Then, “You want me” he concludes, smirking smugly even as you snort amusedly “Sure do. When was that a question?”

“Apparently just now.”

“Christ,” you laugh, fisting your hand into the collar of his dress shirt, “You´re a pain, Stark.”

With that you pull him towards you, lips meeting his in a searing kiss that leaves him gripping at the bar counter. You pull back with one final tug at his shirt and smirk, waiting for him to open his eyes.

“For the record,” he breathes, smiling, “I want you too.”

“Who doesn’t?” You laugh, sending him a wink over the drink that you took liberty in ordering a few seconds ago.

“Better get in line, Stark,” you add, then stroll off towards Bucky, who stands watching you with equal parts amusement and surprise.

You must admit that when you said that, regardless of how gorgeous the two of you looked in them, you wouldn’t be needing your dresses at the end of the night, you didn’t necessarily picture yourself standing in the bathroom. Most certainly not alone, in only your lingerie, and even less so while cleaning blood out of your gown.

“Hurry up. We need to keep moving.”

You snort, “You don’t fucking say, love.” There´s a sigh on the other end of the hall and then some shuffling of feet and the sound of a chair being pulled back.

“Look, I´m sorry I got blood all over your dress.”

You huff, “Should´ve thought of that before you threw a knife through that guys throat,” then mumble a disgruntled, “You know how difficult it is to wash off dried blood.”

“Won´t happen again. I promise.”

You hum in acknowledgement, opening the bathroom door with your acceptably dry dress slung over your arm.

She turns from where she sits at the kitchen table and sends you an incredulous once over, arching her brow in question.

“You gonna put that dress back on or,” she pauses, biting her lip, “are you gonna stay in just your lingerie?”

You saunter closer with a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders and a smirk on your red painted lips.

“Depends on what you think of it,” you purr with a prurient lick of your lips.

“What am I supposed to think of it?” She swings her right leg over her left, then switches position as if the previous didn’t feel quite right.

“Well,” you chuckle, savouring the small flick of her eyes towards your cleavage with a smirk, “That I look staggering for starters.”

She pushes her chair back with a glance at your lips. “Then I don’t think you´ll have trouble getting a ride to our meeting point.”

“Oh, common, love. You wouldn’t seriously leave me behind in some rich douche´s house. In the middle of nowhere. All alone. Half-naked and gun-less.”

“I would.”

You throw a hand up to your chest in mock hurt. “And here I thought you valued me.”

“I don’t think someone can value you as much as you value yourself,” she deadpans.

“It´s important to have self-confidence, love!”

She makes a show of taking the car keys out of her clutch and you laugh, tauntingly stalking closer.

“Would telling you that you look absolutely gorgeous tonight change your mind?”

“You tell me that every day,” she reminds you, a half-hearted dare on her lips.

“Because it´s the truth,” you shoot back, smiling, charming twinkle in your eyes.

She shifts her weight from her left to her right foot and clears her throat in reply, the light pink that dusts her cheeks delightfully pleasant.

“Oh, is that a blush I see, love?”

“No.”

“No?” You lick your lips provocatively, “Well, then please do allow me to correct my earlier remark, seeing as to it does your grace absolutely no justice, and say that you look jaw-droppingly, loin-stirringly beautiful, love.”

She bites her lip and settles on tightening her hold on her clutch. “Shut up.”

“Make me,” you purr, audacious.

And hell, it´s a thrill. Standing close to the point of being able to steal her breath right from her.

Hungry, hot lips meeting yours is not what you expect to happen, but the needy tug at your bottom lip is appreciated all the same. You close your eyes once her warm palms fall flat against the small of your back and open them again once she breaks away to take a gasp of comparably cool air.

There´s a pause, another small gasp for air to fill the void that you´ve left her lungs in, and then she´s attacking your lips again, moaning as you take liberty in pushing her against the kitchen table.

“Love?” She hums lowly, prying her eyes open slowly to face you again.

You remain silent for a moment, contemplating on whether you should tell her that all you´ve really wanted from your small trip outside the spacious bathroom was for her to zip up your dress, since you couldn’t reach the zipper yourself.

You decide against it and merely shake your head with a quiet laugh, parting from her warm embrace to send her an inflammatorily teasing smirk as you slip back into your expensive gown.

“We´ve got to get going,” a pause, a low husky chuckle, “zip me up?”

She releases a breath and slumps her shoulders some, stalking towards you with a grumble.

“Do you always have to be such a tease?”

You smirk even though she cannot see. “Would you rather I deliver pleasure?”

There´s a groan from behind you and the feeling of nimble fingers on your back, before she takes a few steps away from you to hide the rosy blush that dusts her cheeks.

“God, you´re a pain in my ass,” she sighs.

You merely chuckle amusedly, and she finds it ridiculous how you manage to offer her a smouldering look even in your dim surroundings. “Well, for the record. I´d much rather do other things to your ass than be painful.”

“I´m going to pretend you never said that.”

“Whatever lets you sleep at night, love,” you counter with a smirk, fleetingly pressing your lips to her neck before sauntering towards the front door with nothing but one last wink her way.

It´s late afternoon in Karachi, the hellhole this cheap hotel is in. The ceiling fan was broken for a while now, and vigorously waving a paper at your face was starting to numb your left arm. You´ve just shifted your rifle so you could perch on a cooler spot, when Clint groans out an irritated “It´s too hot in this twenty-five-story hellhole!”

“You don’t say,” you agree drily, wiping some sweet from your brow, while the blond slumps against the wall and merely groans again, louder this time.

You don’t offer him a reply, content with the few minutes of silence that it´ll grant you until he grows tired of trying to be more patient than you and says something again.

Then, barely five minutes later, “It´s too hot,” he moans, “I´m sweating, you´re sweating, the fan´s broken,” he takes a breath, then groans again, “my ice-cream turned into a boiling concoction of death, and oh,” he pauses for dramatic effect, “did I mention that it´s too freaking hot?”

“Shut it, Barton, or I´ll give you something to be fucking hot about!” your own growl startles him into silence, his brain taking a few seconds to process your words before clears his throat nervously and animatedly closes his mouth.

The silence doesn’t last long.

“Karachi,” Clint mutters, squinting up at the glaring sun as if it´s done something to personally offend him. “We´re in Karachi, while Nat and Tony get to go to Germany.”

“And neither of them even speaks German,” you say with him, finding slight amusement in the fact that he´s finally seeming to realize that he´s perhaps performed this rant a few too many times.

“We better not get caught in any local civil wars while we´re here,” you change tack, “I´ve had enough of that crap for a lifetime.”

You roll your shoulders and take a quick sweep over the overfilled street below. “It´s bad enough that it smells like upsexy in here.”

He furrows his brows and tilts his head. “What´s up-sexy?”

“Not much, you?” you grin, turning to send him a suggestive wink.

“You´re impossible.”

“Impossibly attractive,” you snicker, “admit it.”

“Oh, definitely,” he relents, repositioning his sunglasses, “I´m still curious about your ways to make someone tremble, not in fear perhaps, but…”

There´s a grin on his face as you turn to raise a brow at his sudden flirtatiousness.

“Take me out for a drink first?”

You stare at each other for a long moment and there´s a voice inside of you telling you that the heat you´re feeling is no longer entirely the suns doing.

You lean up, but his lips beat you to it, one hand pulling you closer as the other wraps around your waist. He pushes you to the ground, hands everywhere.

“With pleasure,” he manages to gasp between heated kisses.

“This place is a hell-hole,” you mutter, sidestepping another soon-to-be mother on her way to the stroller section.

“You can go back to the café across the street and wait there, if you want. I don’t mind,” Wanda offers with a shrug, smiling as she spots a crib just like the one Clint wanted.

You decline with a shake of your head. “I´ll survive. Besides,” you pause so she turns to look at you. When she does, you send her a blinding smile and a flippant “everything is made better with your presence, dear.”

“Oh, stop it,” she makes a movement close to waving you off.

“Oh, but it´s the truth,” you continue, smirking, “You are absolutely, astoundingly gorgeous and that´s the least interesting thing about you, dear.”

She blushes, ducking her head so some of her hair covers her burning cheeks.

´I wonder if you taste as sweet as you act´

She squeals in surprise. You laugh.

There´s moment of silence between the two of you, silence that she uses to inspect the crib, while you look around in clear disinterest.

Then, “Nickel for your thoughts, dear?”

She arches a brow. “I thought it was a penny.”

“Your thoughts are worth more than that, sweetheart,” you charm, smiling at her over the top of another crib.

“Say, do you have some sort of speech impediment that doesn’t let you say my name?”

“Not at all, dear,” you supply her with a mischievous snicker, “I´d just rather scream it in the throes of pleasure.”

“GODDAMMIT, will having sex with you shut you up?!”

Her sudden outburst startles you into speechlessness, while a few parents turn to send you strange looks.

“I mean,” you stumble over your words, surprised, while she simply continues to stare, “I-we-“

It´s too far to really see, but you´re pretty sure the granny at the counter sends you the look of disappointment at your sudden shyness.

It takes you a few more moments to compose yourself, but when you do, you allow a enthralled smirk to crawl up your face. “We can always try.”

She sighs in reply, burying her face in her hands as a few more people turn to send the two of you weirded out looks.

“Can you at least keep it down?” You pretend to consider it for a few moments before you lean in closer, provocatively lowering your voice to a lewd husk.

“No.”

“So much for Steve putting me in charge of this shopping trip…”

“So what, you wanna be on top?”

You stare at her bemusedly, lips curling upwards, and she giggles despite herself.

“What if I do?”

“I won´t say no,” you purr lowly, daring to cast a look down to her lips and smirking before looking back up again.

“Didn’t think so,” her fingers settle and curl in your hair, tugging at it to tug you closer to her. Her other hand slips under your shirt, demanding, pulling you flush against her.

“God, yes…” she stifles her moan against your shoulder as you push her against some shelves behind her and press your knee between her legs to get her back for your earlier loss at words.

She pulls back, her lips painted over red from your lipstick, panting.

“Not God, sweetheart,” you taunt, amused, “pretty goddamn close though.”

You cast a glance at the disapproving glares from other customers and she catches the drift, pulling back to straighten her clothes and fix her hair.

“Let’s let Tony buy a crib. There´s something I´d rather do.”

Her tone is suggestive, her eyes jubilant as she takes you by the hand and starts dragging you towards the exit.

You laugh. “I think you meant to say ´someone´. But that´s alright. I look so good; some people fail to acknowledge the fact that I´m just human.”

“Less talking, more walking,” she chastises, but her face crinkles up all the same.

´He´s got a great ass´

You muse, raising a jubilant glass as Pietro manages to win another round of pool against a disgruntled looking Sam.

From across the room, Wanda narrows her eyes at you. ´Can you stop thinking about my brother so loudly? ´

´Yeah, yeah, whatever´ you wave her off mentally, turning just in time to watch him send you a victorious smirk.

´He´s hot´

´Goddamn it, woman! ´

´Fine! Puppies. I´m thinking of puppies now. Cute, cuddly, little fluff balls of unconditional love. He would look adorable holding one- motherFUCKER!´

Wanda almost chokes on her drink in laughter, you groan.

“Are you alright, dragă?”

´Yeah, are you alright, dragă?´

“Always,” you smile up at him, coveredly flipping Wanda off behind his back, “just could use some time alone in my room, that´s all.”

´If that means what I think it means….´

´that I´m frustrated enough to rip off your head? You bet, love. ´

“Mind if I join?”

He smirks, and you allow the corners of your mouth to curl and match his in their suggestiveness.

“Not at all, love.”

“Are you sure you´re alright?” His eyes crinkle knowingly, yet he still swallows roughly when you reach out to smoothen out the suit jacket he adorned himself with for the night.

“Oh, just fine,” you purr lewdly, teasingly beckoning him to join you in the elevator, “thought I´d feel a lot better with you in my bed.”

“That can be arranged, dragă,” he promises frivolously, his blush sticking out from under his fair stubbles.

“Is that a proposal I hear?”

He hums and pulls you almost forcefully towards him, smirking. And then he´s on you, kissing you passionately, quickly, harshly.

“So, how did this,” he nods towards the burns on your skin, “happen exactly?”

You snicker light-heartedly, outstretching your arm for him to apply ointment on it after he finished bandaging your other arm. “I was too hot for them to handle.”

A laugh bubbles up at the back of his throat. “Not exactly what Nat told me, but that´s alright.”

You shrug with a grin, twisting your arm slightly so he could fasten the bandage.

He stands and fixes you with a bemused look. “Want me to apply some to your chest too?”

He nods towards the bruised patch of skin that peeks out over the neck cut of your T-Shirt.

You playfully smile his way, arching a brow. “Trying to feel me up, sweetheart?”

“Just take your shirt off,” he orders with a sigh.

“You know this could´ve been hot,” you decide to continue, blinking at him all to amusedly.

“Yeah,” he agrees drily, “if it weren’t for your multiple third-degree burns.”

“A minor hindrance, really,” you wave him off.

Bruce merely shakes his head at you, stepping closer to ease you out of your shirt.

“Don’t get any ideas,” he warns half-heartedly.

You open your mouth. Then close it again. Deciding against repeating the process a couple of times, you settle on a sigh and a plain “Buzzkill.”

He chuckles in reply, “Hardly, just making sure you´ll get better soon.”

“I´d feel better if we´d something else entirely,” you grumble offhandedly, wincing some when he jolts with the laughter that bubbles up in the back of his throat once more.

“You´d like that, wouldn´t you?”

“What if I did?”

He looks up to stare into your eyes and you take your chance to send him a promising wink, startling slightly when he leans up to place a kiss to your bruised lips.

You tangle a hand in his hair, feeling a hand move up your tight, towards your hip, where it touches a patch of wounded skin and forces you to pull away with a wince.

He merely smirks, jubilant, satisfaction in his eyes that has you wondering whether he just wanted to prove a point.

“We can do that when you´re better,” he promises, and you find yourself agreeing with a smirk of your own.

Generally, when standing on the roof of a burning building, one doesn’t expect his partner to start stripping. Yet still, you can´t find it in yourself to be more than just slightly surprised when Sam starts doing just that.

“Not that I don’t appreciate the view, love, but what are you doing?”

“I´m planning to knot a ladder out of my clothes, need yours too.”

You arch a brow, slowly easing out of your shirt and throwing it over at his face with an amused smirk.

“Can I keep my underwear on?”

“We´re about to be grilled alive! Take off your fucking clothes!”

You laugh, wiggling your brows at him as you slowly unzip your pants. “I wonder, have you said that to Natasha too, when you were trapped with her in a burning base last week?”

“Sure,” he agrees with a mirthless chuckle, “that´s my trick, I set buildings on fire to see a girl naked, I do that the whole fucking day!”

“I figured.”

He takes a shaky inhale, his eye twitching to the rhythm of his pulse, Fury after you´ve interrupted him one too many times. You beam at him, reaching out to plant your lips to his cheek to soothe his rattled nerves, before you lean back with a playful smirk on your lips.

“Relax, dear,” you murmur, pacifying, “I´ve called for backup, Tony´s on his way. So, no need to strip.”

“And you didn’t think of telling me that before I’ve taken off my pants?”

You shrug, daringly trailing your eyes down his toned chest. “Why should I? The view´s quite enjoyable.”

“Is that so?”

You hum, dragging your eyes down lower, while he takes his chance and steps closer.

“I´ll need more than a peck to calm down now,” he admits cheekily, yet swallowing roughly when you lick your lips all the same.

“Oh?”

He pulls you closer, waiting for a second before advancing further and smashing his lips to yours. He tangles a hand in your hair to pull you closer, smirking against your lips when you moan into his mouth at a particularly rough pull.

“And here I thought you were in trouble.”

Tony´s warped voice breaks you apart, his face plate rising to reveal a smirking face beneath.

“Phew,” he makes an exaggerated motion of fanning himself, “is it me or is it hellishly hot in here?”

Sam snorts and takes his wings from Tony´s outstretched hand, grinning when you offer your own curt chuckle at the millionaire’s daring joke.

“Nah,” you grace him with a smirk, “that´s just us.”

You saunter forward to pick your shirt off of the rooftop, pausing briefly only to place a lingering kiss to the corner of Sam´s lips before settling next to Tony, who in return wraps his armour glad arms around you with an amused shake of his head.

“You disobeyed Steve´s orders again, doll. You know what that means, right?”

You smirk into your bottle of water as you watch him have another go at the punching bag. “He´ll have to punish me good this time.”

He sighs. “Can you at least pretend to be mature for one second?”

“Oh, I love role-play,” you grin at him, resting your elbow on your knee and leaning your cheek on your fist.

“In all seriousness though,” you add, grin softening into a smile, “I wouldn’t mind spending some time with him again, even if he´d be giving me the disappointed puppy dog eyes the entire time.”

You watch Bucky clench his fist into a ball as he turns to regard the punching bag once more and raise a brow at him.

“Wait, is that jealousy I see, sweety?”

“No.”

“Ok” You shrug in nonchalant acceptance and stand to your feet, leaving the training room with a wave in his general direction and a dismissive “See you around, Buck.”

He waits a moment before growling and punching a hole into the punching bag, startling momentary when you poke your head out from the door with a lively “You should leave green to Banner, sweety. It´s not really your colour.”

“I´m not jealous,” he repeats, furrowing his brows at you.

“So, you punch holes into punching bags on regular basis?”

He shakes his head. “No, that´s a first.”

“Aww,” you coo, “how sweet, our first time”

“Doll,” he warns, you merely grin wider, “What, sweety?”

“Drop it”

“Or what?”

“You´re insufferable, doll,” he mutters, massaging at the cluster of nerves at the bridge of his nose while you laugh and stalk closer to him.

“Bite me.”

You don’t expect a “Where?” in reply, but the Soldier is prone to surprise, so when he husks the word and levels you with his burning eyes, you find yourself speechless.

He takes a chance then, leaning down to whisper his lips over your neck, waiting for you to push him back and tell him to stop.

You do neither, so he takes the invitation and bites your neck, soothing the pain with kisses afterwards. Once content with his work of art, he works his way up your neck, along your jaw, towards your lips, chuckling throatily as your fingers curl into his hair to press him closer.

“I´m not jealous,” he reminds you when he breaks away from your bruised skin, “I just don’t like people touching my doll.”

And somehow him admitting so much is hotter than the thought of him being simply jealous.

“God,” you find yourself whispering, unguarded and sincere, “you´re like that one One Direction song. You truly don’t know how beautiful you are…”

He smirks at you over his shoulder and you swear you could melt into a puddle of emotions right there.

Maria opens the door to her office and freezes.

If she had thought that she had ever, at any point, ceased to be surprised by your you-ness…Well, now was the time to admit that you´ve knocked the wind out of her lungs now to prove her wrong.

She trails her eyes over the countless bouquets of roses that you put all around her voice, catching your shadow creeping up on her from the corner of her eye.

“Happy Birthday, love,” you purr, giving her lingering hug from behind before pulling back and casually leaning back against her table with a satisfied smirk on your face.

“Why?”

You raise a brow, confused. “Why what?”

“Why go through all this trouble?”

“Because I can?” You shrug.

She arches her own brow, obviously not convinced by your nonchalant answer.

“Because I wanted to,” you elaborate, folding your arms across your chest.

“Why?”

“Because I could.”

“Is this about that incident at the restaurant last month?” She drawls out carefully, closing the door behind her as she steps further into her office.

“What incident?” You furrow your brows and title your head to the right, a motion she unconsciously copies.

“The incident where the prime minister was wearing that one dress and leaned over, and you stared at her cleavage?”

You tilt your head in the other direction, “I don´t quite follow,” and before she can say anything else, you continue, “I don’t see how that was an incident. That was a well thought out manoeuvre that required me to twist at an angle of 146° to get a good look at it,” you massage your palm with your thumb as you shrug nonchalantly, “No incident there. She even gave me her number. Have yet to use it.”

She shakes her head, “Fine, is it about the bunch of suits that you shrunk on accident?”

“What suits?”

“The one´s that belonged to Natasha and didn’t hide shit anymore and made her butt look even greater?”

“Oh, those suits. No. Though not intended, I think the view was appreciated,” you shrug.

“Agreed.”

She pauses to think for a moment, snapping her fingers as if she´s found the answer.

“Is it about that time you kept checking out the waitress at the café we were sat in, on our stakeout, while we were supposed to act like a married couple?”

You wince, “Point. That was a low blow. But common, she wore a skin-tight dress and had one killer smile. What was there not to like?”

Maria laughs at the memory. “I´m not sure whether to agree with you or hit you.”

“Split the difference and perv with me,” you grin, wiggling your brows at her.

“God, you´re horrible.”

“Horribly awesome,” you correct, beaming.

“Still,” you continue, “this,” you gesture around the room, “is for your birthday. Only your birthday.”

“You sure? If you screwed something up, while I was wishing for the ground to swallow me up as they sung that horrible birthday song, I will force you into training recruits. Then kill you-”

“My, so bossy,” you smirk, “I love it.”

“Of course, I´m the boss-“

“Everywhere?”

She pauses, “What?”

“Are you the boss in the bedroom too or would you take orders-“

“GODDAMMIT-“

You raise your arms with a grin, “Joking. Joking. I take it you like the flowers?” You change tack.

She smiles and nods, slowly inching closer.

“Yeah, they´re lovely,” she agrees, “though I´d prefer something different altogether.”

“Oh? Do tell and I shall fulfil your every desire.”

“Anything?” She smirks, taunting, and bites her lip.

Your nod is all it takes for her to close the distance between the two of you, pressing you against the wall and leaning in to crash her lips against yours.

A surprised moan rips from your mouth and she smirks, hoisting your leg up against her waist.

You part to gasp for air and chuckle lowly, “My, so-“

“Shut up.”

She snakes her arm around your waist to reach for her door, locking it in one fluid motion before turning back to you.

“Yes, ma´am.”

“It´s been a while, dear.” Loki smirks, looking at you over his cup of tea.

You send him a smirk of your own. “Yeah, and I still look better than you,” you offer him a wink over your pair of sunglasses, “and my brother looks better than yours,” you add, just to for the fun of it.

He smiles charmingly. “I do feel obliged to agree with the former,” he takes a sip and raises a brow in challenge, “but I´m afraid I have to say that the day Stark looks better than my brother shall be the day I cease to be the god of mischief.”

“Oh common, look at Tony´s hair. It´s marvellous. Thor´s new haircut doesn’t stand a chance.”

“Agreed,” he puts his cup down and folds his hands, “but have you seen Thor´s chest? It´s been chiselled by gods. Can Stark´s compare? I do not think so.”

“He´s got bigger man boobs too,” you agree.

Loki offers you a chuckle of his own. “I heard some prefer more than just a handful, dear,” he supplies.

“Only those who do other things to breasts, darling,” you grin at him, taking his cup to finish his now lukewarm tea.

He curls his top lip in revulsion. “I see you´re still…” he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth in search for a fitting word, “you. You´re still you.”

“I believe the word you´re searching for is ´breathtakingly staggering´, sweetheart.”

“undoubtedly,” he approves, with a smirk of his own, “but I was thinking more along the lines of the human term ´gross´.”

You wave him off with a chuckle, “Oh, please. I know your fetishes.��

“And I know yours, love.” He counters, reaching out to grasp at your glass of whiskey to take a small sip. “So, yes, you are absolutely, for the lack of a better word, gross.”

You lean forward, your cheek leaning on your open palm. “And yet, you still desire me to be your date.”

“I can´t believe I said that,” he mutters, downing the remains of your whiskey before standing to his feet, “Let´s be on our way, dear.”

“Of course, darling,” you grin at him and straighten your sunglasses. He merely shakes his head amusedly.

“You know what´s coming at the end of this event, am I correct?” He reaches out to smoothen his dark suit jacket.

You hum, snickering jokingly. “Me, if you use your fingers right.” He pauses for a moment, casting a glance at you to make sure he hasn’t misheard you.

“Oh, darling. You´re naughty, aren’t you?” A smile curls his lips as you saunter closer, fingers reaching out and settling on his black tie.

“Me? Oh, sweetheart, I´m not naughty. I´m bad.”

He licks his lips and leans in closer, his brushing yours, “Is that so?”

“Yes.” You take his invitation and close the space between the two of you, using his tie to pull him down to your level.

You break the kiss with a final tug on his bottom lip, settling your palms flat against his chest to momentarily marvel at his stuttering heartbeat.

“Convinced you yet?”

He clears his throat. “I´m afraid I need some more convincing.”

You chuckle and fix his tie. “Maybe later, sweetheart. We´ve got a party to crash now.”

You´ve already sauntered to the elevator before he sets into motion himself and have slipped inside before he passes the bar you stood leaning against- his eyes never leaving you.

“You sure are great at smashing things with your hammer, love,” you compliment him frivolously, idly picking at the blood that covers your hands.

“I do thank you for your compliment,” he grins proudly, taking a couple more swings, “may I say that you too are astonishingly great at what you do?”

“You may,” you smile, charmed. Then smoothen your soft smile into a suggestive smirk and arch a brow at him.

“You know, I´ve always wondered whether you´re just as good as smashing other things.”

You offer him a salacious wink, doing your damnest to not laugh when you hear Natasha choke on her drink in the distance.

Thor smiles and tilts his head confusedly, “I´m afraid I do not quite catch on.”

“You don’t?” You mock light-heartedly, casually leaning forward so you´re lips brush his ear from where he stands now slightly crouched next to you.

“Let me paint it out for you, dear,” you husk, breath rasping over his neck and he shivers unconsciously at that.

His eyes are blown wide with emotion by the time you lean back, smirking, waiting for him to say something.

“Well,” he clears his throat, “I am quite experienced at that.”

“Oh?” You tilt your head at him in jest, watching him throw around his hammer some, with a subtle blush upon his cheeks.

“I could show you,” he offers, charming as ever, “if you desire?”

Natasha erupts in a coughing fit in the back, hunching over while Clint keeps patting her vigorously on the back.

“Maybe later, love,” you purr, amused, “Natasha appears to be having a heart attack in the back.”

“Indeed, lady Natasha seems to require our aid.”

“Well, then,” you lean up to playfully kiss his cheek, “Let´s offer her our undivided assistance.”

„And that, “ T´Challa sweeps over the extent of his bedroom, “is my personal sleeping chamber.”

He finishes his tour of Wakanda with a pleased smile, turning to cast you a bemused look.

“What do you think?”

“It´s lovely,” you begin, sending a look at his spacious bed, “but I think your bed would look a lot better with me in it.”

He smiles. “I thought you´d love it. It was custom made for me and is incredibly comfortable.”

You pause for a minute to see whether he´s serious, then chuckle and shake your head, petting his shoulder softly as you pass him on your way to your own room.

“Oh, I´m going to have fun with you, love.”

A knock on your door wakes you from your slumber hours later, an elderly male appearing at the threshold after you´ve given him your permission.

“My King, Mr. Rogers and Mr. Wilson expect you, ma´am,” he informs you and you nod, standing to follow him out the door.

Steve is the first to reveal himself to your peripheral vision, closely followed by a smiling Sam and T´Challa.

“´Sup, Bird-Man, Captain, darling,” you wave at them in greeting, face crinkling in confusion when Steve furrows his brows at you.

“Would it kill you to show some respect to Mr. T´Challa? Especially after he agreed to provide you with a shelter?”

Your face smoothens into a smile. “Oh, I respect him, alright, Captain. He could drop everything right now and start stripping full time and I´d still respect the hell out of him. That’s how much I respect him.”

Steve sighs and reaches out to massage his temple. “I think it wouldn’t hurt for you to be less sarcastic.”

“Wasn’t being sarcastic, Captain,” you chuckle, casually reaching out to grasp at the glass of wine offered to you by one of T´Challa´s servants, “Stripping is a perfectly valid career choice.”

“Like you´d know,” Sam butts in, laughing.

You raise an amused brow at him. “You´d be surprised. I wasn’t always an Avenger.”

Everyone pauses, and T´Challa turns to regard you with a surprised expression. “Wait. Did you actually…?”

You snicker, your lips curling over the rim of your wine glass. “Looking for advice?”

“A date actually.”

“Oh?”

He hums and offers you his arm. “It would be my pleasure to take you out.”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine.”

You accept his offer with a lewd smile, sending a smirk at the still silent boys.

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Anti Steve Rogers

Before CW had come out, I was Team Cap but now im anti stove. How’d that happen??? I was watching someone’s insta story and they had very very valid anti stove points. Now I’m anti cap. Today, I tried watching TWS and all I could think abt was ‘ew, stove rogers’ and that he was good looking. Normally, I would have thought differently about him.

In AOU, Tony happily housed his friends and protected them. Steve says, as theyre making fire wood, “Sometimes my friends don’t tell me things” and that just angers me. In CW, he fuckING KNEW that Bucky killed Tony’s parents and neglected to tell him. How fUCKING HYPOcritical is that??? It just,,, its so maddening. I hate it.

That isn’t the right scene but in Civil War when they’re fighting at the HYDRA base in Siberia, Stove says, “He’s my friend” to which Tony replies, “So was I.” Emphasis on was. Steve didn’t care that Tony was grieving. Steve ( probably ) didn’t care that Tony was probably crushed more than he was by his OWN friends betraying him. It hurts me that Tony gets treated this way with blatant disrespect for others around him.

As well as in Civil War, he tries to relate to Peter, who mind you, is a kid by saying ‘oh, im from brooklyn, that makes this better’ well it doesn’t. He dropped a heavy metal airport walkway onto Peter, A KID, without regards as to if he can actually handle it.

Sorry, not right gif again ( I couldnt one where Tony was going, “Because this is us, or a squad of J-SOC guys with no compunction about being impolite” ) All he wanted to do was keep his family together. Yes, family. They WERE his family, certainly not pepper. The Avengers are or I’m sorry, were. Tony came to the airport in Leipsig to negotiate and to talk it all out.

He cares about them, about Steve, about Team Cap. After Steve got Bucky, Tony was like, “Nothing hasn’t happened that can’t be fixed.” All Tony wants is to make sure everyone is together. Tony’s heart is so fucking huge, filled with love and care. Steve was gonna sign the Accords up until Tony said Wanda was confined to what may be the nicest building in NYC, and decided she was a child ( around 25-26 years old is a child now?? ). Wanda can fend for herself so stop protecting your Nazi of a daughter ( she willingly signed up for a Nazi-lead group, HYDRA, and worked for them without caring about the hurt they did as well as herself ).

In short, Captain America doesn’t care if you’re fifteen or fifty two, he’ll hurt you. Anthony Edward Stark cares about you so much that he’ll a) stop in the middle of a life threatening battle to see if you’re okay [ referencing to when Scott almost killed Peter by smacking him into those cargo boxes at Leipsig ], b) negotiate better terms that guys trained to kill without stopping [ i assume ] that are of the nature that he saves you and you face the government or c) he’ll house you even though you’re uncomfortable to their presence ( wanda when, even though she messed with his mind to make him see his family dead, stove still let her in despite most likely knowing that ).

Stop treating Tony Stark like a shitbag when he treats everyone with care and takes the beunt of everything NOT his fault and start treating Captain America, who, as the symbol of “peace and freedom” is supposed to care, like that because he deserves it.

#anti steve rogers #anti wanda maximoff #pro tony stark

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Something’s Gotta Give

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Style: One-Shot

Warnings: Angst, language, smut!!!!! (NSFW, 18+!)

Word Count: 3K

“Oh this is going to be such fun.” You hear Tom say from the corner of the room, rubbing his hands together after setting his bags down on the floor.

“Whose idea was it to do this again?” You mumbled, more to yourself than to anyone in particular.

“Seb!” You grunt at the weight of him, shoving him off you. “Knock it off.”

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Reblog if you support squishy bellies, have a squishy belly, or have the desire to summon satan

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this has got me feeling like 828363 different emotions

stargazing || b.b.

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky was your everything, his loss devastated you in more ways than you could have every imagined, all you wanted was to have him back.

Warnings: angst, fluff

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: this literally made me sob that my mum had to ask if i was okay and i had to lie and say i was watching a sad movie

“Do you ever just feel an urge to just do something? Something you’ve wanted to do for the longest time, but were never in the right moment?” You asked, turning your head to look at Bucky. He was staring right back at you, eyes glimmering underneath the night sky, “I always do when I’m with you, doll,” he whispered, a smile on his face before his lips connected with yours.

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Tricks, Trust, and Treaties

Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki is allowed to freely roam the compound but he can’t be unsupervised, so you’re assigned to stay behind and babysit him while everyone else goes on a mission. He decides to do something nice for you as a peace treaty, but it blows up in his face - literally.

Warnings: language, fluff, food fights

Word Count: 4973

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write Loki for a long time, but he’s such a deeply complex character that I didn’t know what ‘part’ of him I wanted to go with first, or if I could ever do him the justice he deserves. I’m a sucker for secretly soft, gentle, loving, innocent, caring, wants-to-make-you-proud Loki, so I ended up going with that, but I may try to write other sides of him in the future. I really hope you all enjoy it! <3

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naptime [loki]

you just want to nap with your favorite asgardian.

tagging: @redgillan, @mattymattymerduck, @avengerofyourheart, @wakandasoldier, @darlingbuchanan, @bemystucky, @idorkish, @iwillbeinmynest, @aubzylynn, @angryschnauzer, @almondbuttercup, @ipaintmelodies

warnings: just FLUFF

additional notes: god, i love loki. anyway. here’s a lil drabble for him. my favorite snake. my daisy. my cinnamon apple.

“A what?”

“A catnap,” you repeated. The elevator doors opened, and you stepped out, Loki at your heels. “You know, short sleeping sessions during the day to relax and recharge. But to be honest I’m usually more tired afterward.”

Loki wrinkled his nose. “Sounds useless.” He could admit that he was like a cat in many ways; he would sleep seventeen hours daily if it weren’t for you or the rest of the team urging for him to make the most of his day. He didn’t see any point in dozing for a short while, falling into a deep sleep, and having to drag himself out of it again.

“I told Thor about them a week ago. I thought he might tell you. He loves them! Wakes up feeling refreshed. Maybe you’ll like them too.”

His scowl deepened. “I suppose you bring that up to make me jealous, hm?”

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i havent read anything this pure in a while, thank you

prompt: “i had a nightmare about you and i just wanted to make sure you’re okay” + “hey, i’m with you, okay? always” + “do you want me to leave?” + “i think i’m in love with you and i’m terrified” + “i shouldn’t be in love with you” + “kiss me”

pairing: tony x reader

word count: 2.6k+

warnings: nightmares, 2am confessions of love, purest form of fluff

prompt list: click here

a/n: i wanna give tony all the love he deserves he’s the purest soul in this world and he needs to be reminded how wonderful he is every hour of the day x

SPOILER: THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN

It was just past 2am when Y/N’s eyes shot open, her heart going 120 miles per second in her chest. Her fingers were gripping the bed sheets firmly and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

She was never one to suffer from nightmares but the dream she had just violently woken up from could surely be on the top ten list of the worst ones she ever had.

She slowly relaxed, staring up at the ceiling, still breathing heavily.

It was okay. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real.

But as she continued to look at the vast expanse of space above her head, barely being able to make out the shape of the chandelier in the pitch black room, she realised that the feeling of dread simply wouldn’t go away and allow her to go back to sleep.

Something felt horribly wrong. It was like that feeling you get right before you get your results after a test you didn’t study for. Except multiplied by twenty.

She reached under her pillow and searched for her phone, squinting at the screen as she attempted to read the time. She knew everyone in the compound was asleep but the idea of staring at the ceiling until morning, feeling this awful sense of doom, wasn’t a good idea.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” She whispered, too quiet for any person to hear.

“Yes, Ms Y/L/N?” The voice sounded through the room and as strange as it was, Y/N was glad this computer system was watching over her and would inform someone if she was in trouble.

“Do you happen to know what Tony is doing?”

“Mr Stark is currently sleeping in his bedroom. Would you like me to wake him up?”

Y/N shook her head. “No, thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“You are more than welcome.”

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair as she pushed the covers off and sat up. She looked around her room; there was a soft beam of light coming in through the curtains that relaxed her a little but she just felt so damn alone in her room after that nightmare.

She slowly stood up and made her way to the bathroom where she splashed some water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment.

The horrid feeling just wouldn’t leave her chest. It was as if the world was closing in on her and she couldn’t do anything about it until she knew he was safe.

F.R.I.D.A.Y had told her he was. He was asleep in his room. But computers could crash and even Tony’s tech could break down every once in a while. Knowing this, Y/N also knew she wouldn’t fall back asleep until she saw he was really okay.

So she dried her face with a soft towel and shut the lights out in her bathroom before exiting her room and beginning her descent towards Tony’s quarters.

The walk was long and Y/N’s bare feet were cold as they padded across the white tiles of the hallways. She liked living in the compound but walking through it alone at night felt like wandering the halls of a hospital when everyone else was sleeping. The walls were white, the floors were white, and there were elements of steel and glass everywhere.

It wasn’t surprising; the building acted as a headquarters for one of the biggest businesses in the world and only a small fraction of it consisted of living spaces. It seemed, however, that her bedroom was miles away from where Tony’s quarters were located. She had to take a long hallway, then a set of stairs, then another hallway, and climb another two floors before she reached it. By the time she was standing face to face with his door, the feeling of dread in her chest had grown by a thousand.

She knocked softly and when she didn’t receive a response, she pressed down the handle and gently pushed open the door. Because of how new the building was, the door did not creak and Y/N was beyond thankful. She pushed it open just enough to squeeze her head through and see if Tony was around. Realising he wasn’t, she pushed the door open wider and stepped inside.

The living area of his apartment was lit up by moonlight which seeped in through the giant windows. As F.R.I.D.A.Y. had told her, Tony wasn’t on the sofa, or in the kitchen, and the door leading down to his lab was closed, meaning he wasn’t in there, either. The only place left was his bedroom.

Y/N shut the door behind her quietly and tiptoed towards where she knew his room was located, almost walking into the corner of the glass coffee table.

When she finally reached his room, she noticed the door was ajar, and just like before she stuck her head inside. She scanned the room, quickly realising that from where she was standing she could not see Tony’s bed. So she lightly pushed the door open and to her horror, the hinges creaked as if they were fifty years old. Y/N cursed under her breath because a second later Tony’s concerned voice rang through the room.

“Who’s there?”

Y/N inhaled sharply and emerged from behind the half closed door. Tony was now sitting up in his bed, the white covers bunched around his waist and his face displaying mild apprehension. Next to his bed stood one of his suits, eyes glowing, left hand outstetched, ready to fire.

“It’s just me,” Y/N murmured, seeing Tony visibly relax. He expelled a breath.

“Power down.” The suit dropped its arm, took a few steps back to stand in the corner and its eyes stopped glowing like two burning torches.

Y/N remained standing where she was, her fingers shyly curling around the hem of her pyjama shorts. She casually studied Tony’s face to make sure he was okay.

“Why are you here at…” he glanced towards the clock on his bedside table. “2am?”

Y/N hesitated, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She could feel the softness of Tony’s white furry rug between her toes, the pleasant heat of the electric fire place burning in the corner of the room, and the innocent curiosity of his eyes as he waited for her to answer.

On top of it all, she could also feel her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

He remained quiet for a moment but his expression softened as he studied her from across the room. She looked spooked and Tony wanted to ask her what the nightmare was about, but he figured this wasn’t the right moment. She already seemed uncomfortable after having been caught checking up on him.

“Are you okay?” She asked quietly and Tony nodded softly in response.

“Yeah, and are you?”

She bit her lip and then shook her head. And in an instant she was rushing across the room, climbing onto his bed and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“What’s wrong? What did you dream about?” He asked quietly, recovering from the shock and slowly beginning to stroke her hair. She moved to sit on his lap, her face buried in the crook of his neck, feeling so much more relaxed now that she could feel the warmth of his skin, hear his quiet breathing, his hands wrapped tightly around her. Y/N never wanted to let him go, afraid that if she did, he’d vanish like he did in her nightmare.

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Tony assured her, honestly kind of confused by why a nightmare about something happening to him would affect her so much. They were friends, sure, but he was also friends with the rest of the team and not a single one of his other co-workers had rushed into his room at 2am because they were scared for his safety. Something felt different about this situation, and as he continued to hold her, feeling her grip him so tightly he’d find it painful if the situation was any different, Tony began to wonder why she was so shaken.

She remained sitting in his lap for minutes, and when she hiccuped quietly Tony realised she had been crying. He tightened his grip on her, threw his bed covers over her shoulders and pulled her down to lie down with him.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologised suddenly, sniffing a little and feeling so damn silly. But Tony wasn’t laughing at her, and he wasn’t teasing her for being an idiot. He just held her tight, let her lie down with her head on his chest and continued to stroke her hair as she attemtped to calm down.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s going to be okay.” He kissed her forehead and in response Y/N released a shaky breath and closed her eyes. It was fine. He was safe. Nothing bad had happened to him.

“It just seemed really real. I got scared that something might’ve happened to you,” she muttered into his chest, and Tony could feel her fist the fabric of his t-shirt. He kissed her head again.

“I’m alright. Nothing has happened so you don’t need to be scared,” he assured her softly, and when Y/N sniffed, Tony placed his hand over her own. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

She nodded softly, squeezing her eyes shut so that her remaining tears fell on her cheeks and then she promised herself she was fine. It was just a bad dream.

“Do you want me to leave?” She questioned, her voice barely audible but Tony was so close he heard every syllable clearly. Y/N silently hoped he’d let her stay; she didn’t want to go back to her room and sit in the daunting silence. She felt too at peace right where she was.

“Do you want to go?” He asked instead of answering her previous question and when she shook her head, Tony’s lips curved up into a soft little smile and he pulled her even closer to him. “Stay then. You’re more than welcome to.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, and he kissed her head one last time before feeling her relax in his arms. Tony took this as his moment to go back to sleep so he shut his eyes and savoured the feeling of her arm draped over his stomach, her head on his chest, her legs tangled with his. She was breathing softly, the sound lulling Tony to sleep and soon he could feel himself beginning to drift off.

“Tony?”

The sound of her voice pulled him back to reality.

“Yes, dear?”

She remained silent for a moment. Y/N bit her lip and for a moment, she wished she hadn’t called his name. But she did, and now Tony was waiting for her to say something. And other than the one sentence which had been flashing in her mind like a bright neon sign for the past month, she didn’t really have anything else to say.

“I know it’s silly but…” She paused, inhaling sharply and Tony stroked her arm, scared she might cry again. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

He didn’t respond immediately and a moment of strangely peaceful silence lingered in the air. It felt good to have it off her chest and surprisingly, Y/N didn’t fear getting rejected because even if he didn’t feel the same, they’d still be friends; and that was more than enough for her. Just knowing he was happy and safe was enough for her.

The sheets rustled as Tony moved under her. For a moment she thought he was going to remove himself from the bed, but instead, he rolled over onto his side so that he was facing her, and pushing Y/N to lie on her back instead. He looked down at her and instead of lying motionless and waiting for his response as any other person would after confessing their feelings, Y/N reached up and cupped his face in her hand.

Tony’s eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into her touch. He smiled softly, and when Y/N noticed, she smiled, too. They didn’t move for several seconds, but then Tony opened his eyes, removed her palm from his face and brought the back of her hand to his lips instead.

He pressed a long kiss to the soft flesh, looking at her face while his mouth was still against her skin.

“Why are you terrified?” He asked then, his voice quiet, laced with curiosity.

“Because,” she whispered back. “I shouldn’t be in love with you. But I am, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Tony smiled at her words, turning her hand and then kissing the inside of her wrist. With each kiss he moved his lips lower, leaving at least fifteen kisses on the inside of her arm alone.

“There is one thing you can do,” he told her, and when Y/N quirked a brow, the corner of his mouth curled up. “Kiss me.”

And just like that, Y/N was reaching out to cup his face again, using what little strength she could find at 2am to pull him closer. Tony held himself above her by placing his hand on the mattress next to her shoulder and leaning down to finally capture her lips with his own.

She held his face above her, lifting her head from the pillows to bring herself closer to him, and when their mouths met, she felt all her worries evaporating into the air. Tony’s lips were soft and his breath warm on her face.

They kissed softly, their mouths meeting time after time, and soon Tony was humming quietly at the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. He reached under the covers, carefully tracing her side and cupping the back of her thigh, slowly lifting it up and wrapping it around his waist.

He wanted to feel her closer and as the tips of his fingers lightly skimmed her skin, Y/N hoped that he would never retreat.

But like most things in life, the kissing had to end sooner or later, and when both of them found themselves struggling for air, their lips parted and Tony pressed his forehead to her own. Her eyes had fluttered closed, and when Tony looked down, he noticed the shadow that her lashes had cast over the tops of her cheeks.

The room was quiet for a while with the exception of the sound of their breathing and the crackling of the logs in the fire in the corner of the room. Tony shifted his weight to one arm, still hovering above her and when she opened her eyes, he tucked a stand of hair behind her ear.

She smiled at the gesture, but then Tony leaned down and kissed her again, and her smile grew wider.

“If you’re terrified of loving me, then we can be terrified together because holding something as precious as your heart is a thousand times more difficult than any fight I’ve ever fought,” he told her solemnly, and she watched him in awe, letting a quiet giggle escape her when he kissed the tip of her nose.

“I love you, too,” he added quietly, and when she smiled, he returned to his previous position and pulled her in closer. Her head fell to rest on his chest again and this time, when they closed their eyes and began to feel themselves drift off, there was nothing at the back of their minds trying to overshadow the complete contentment they both felt.

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