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urdreamydoodles · 4 months ago

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MCU Characters x Fem!Reader (Part.1)

They react to your outfit for your date with them (Part.1)

As you step out for a much-anticipated date night, your partner reacts with their unique blend of admiration and protectiveness, captivated by your stunning appearance.

Characters: Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Stephen Strange, Clint Barton, Peter Parker, Thor, Loki & T'Challa

Tony Stark (Iron Man)

- Tony's eyes widen the moment you step into the room, his witty remark momentarily caught in his throat. For once, he's speechless. It's a rare sight to see him without his usual smirk, and you can't help but grin at his reaction. "Wow... just wow," he finally manages, his gaze scanning you from head to toe. He's used to being the one to impress, but tonight, you're stealing all the attention, and he loves every second of it.

- As you twirl in front of him, the soft fabric of your dress catching the light, Tony steps closer, adjusting the cufflinks on his suit as if trying to match your perfection. "You know, I always knew you were out of my league," he quips, though there's a sincere awe behind his words. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close enough that you can feel the warmth of his body through the tailored suit.

- "How am I supposed to focus on dinner when I have this sitting across from me?" he teases, his voice lowering to that playful, flirty tone that makes your heart skip. His fingers trace lightly along your back, the intimate touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Maybe we should skip the reservation altogether," Tony suggests with a grin that tells you he's only half-joking.

- Despite his playful nature, there's a tenderness in the way he looks at you, his usual bravado replaced by something softer. Tony Stark, the genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist, is totally smitten. "Let’s make this night one for the books, shall we?" he says, offering his arm with a rare sincerity that makes you feel like the only person in his universe.

Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier)

- Bucky’s not the type to show his emotions easily, but the way his jaw tightens when he sees you walk into the room speaks volumes. His blue eyes darken, tracking every movement as if he’s committing the sight of you to memory. "You look..." His voice trails off, and for a moment, he just stares, like he’s trying to find the right words but can’t. When he finally speaks, it’s almost shy. "...Incredible."

- He shifts awkwardly in his spot, his metal arm twitching slightly, a nervous habit he’s never quite shaken. Despite his quiet demeanor, there’s something fierce in the way he looks at you, like he’s still in disbelief that someone like you could be with someone like him. "I should’ve worn something nicer," he mutters, glancing down at his black jacket. You quickly reassure him with a smile, and he exhales, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit.

- As the two of you prepare to leave, Bucky steps closer, his hand hesitantly brushing your arm before resting on your waist. His touch is gentle, but you can feel the strength behind it, the contrast between his flesh hand and the cold metal one. He leans in, his voice soft, "You make it real hard to focus on anything but you."

- He may not be as smooth with words as some, but the way Bucky looks at you says everything he struggles to express. You catch the small, rare smile tugging at the corners of his lips—one that’s just for you. He holds the door open, his protective instinct kicking in even though this is supposed to be a simple night out. But you know, with Bucky, every moment feels like it's filled with unspoken emotions, deep and unbreakable.

Steve Rogers (Captain America)

- Steve’s eyes light up the second you enter the room, his usual composed, all-American charm faltering just a little as he takes in your appearance. "Wow," he breathes, his voice soft but filled with admiration. He steps toward you, ever the gentleman, offering a hand to help you down the last few steps, even though you don’t really need it. "You look stunning," he says, his smile warm and genuine, the kind that makes your heart flutter every time.

- There’s an innocence to the way Steve reacts—like he’s seeing something truly beautiful for the first time, even though you’ve been together for a while. He straightens his jacket, a small flush creeping up his neck as if he’s the one trying to impress you, not the other way around. "I feel like I should’ve dressed up more," he jokes lightly, though his eyes don’t leave yours for a second.

- As he wraps an arm around your waist, you can feel the strength in his hold, reassuring and gentle all at once. Steve leans down to place a soft kiss on your temple, his breath warm against your skin. "I’m the luckiest guy in the world," he murmurs, his voice sincere in a way that only Steve Rogers can manage. He never takes you for granted—not for a second.

- Throughout the night, Steve can’t seem to stop glancing at you, as though he still can’t believe he gets to call you his. Even when he pulls out your chair at the restaurant or holds your hand during the walk back, there’s a quiet reverence in everything he does. "You deserve the best," he tells you, his blue eyes shining with love and respect. And you know, with Steve, he’ll always mean it.

Sam Wilson (Falcon/Captain America)

- The second Sam sees you, a wide grin spreads across his face, his usual playful confidence shining through. "Okay, hold up," he says, his voice filled with admiration as he gives you a once-over. "I didn’t think it was possible, but you just raised the bar." His gaze is warm, appreciative, and you can’t help but laugh as he walks over, his swagger evident in every step.

- "You trying to make me look bad?" Sam teases, though you can tell by the way he’s looking at you that he’s completely smitten. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your arm before pulling you in for a quick spin. "Damn, you look good. Like, really good." There’s no holding back with Sam—he’s always been the type to say exactly what’s on his mind, and right now, all he’s thinking about is how incredible you look.

- As you walk together to the car, Sam keeps sneaking glances at you, his smile never fading. He opens the door for you with a dramatic flourish, ever the showman. "You sure we’re going to the right place? ‘Cause I feel like I should be taking you to the red carpet or something," he quips, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

- During the date, Sam is the perfect mix of fun and affectionate, cracking jokes to make you laugh while also finding moments to be sweet. At one point, he leans in close, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "I know I joke around a lot, but... I’m really lucky to have you. You know that, right?" The sincerity in his words catches you off guard, but it’s moments like these that remind you why you fell for him in the first place. Sam Wilson may be all charm and wit, but when it comes to you, his heart is all in.

Stephen Strange (Doctor Strange)

- Stephen’s reaction is subtle but telling. His sharp eyes flick over to you the moment you enter the Sanctum, widening slightly as they trail down the length of your figure. He doesn’t speak right away, and you know you’ve caught him off guard—which, for someone like Stephen Strange, is no small feat. "You certainly know how to make an entrance," he says at last, his voice smooth, but there’s a softness in it that surprises you.

- He steps closer, his robes shifting gracefully as he reaches out, fingers lightly grazing your arm. "You look... otherworldly," he remarks, his usual confidence tempered with a kind of reverence, like he’s seeing something magical—something he didn’t conjure himself. Stephen has seen countless dimensions and mystical beings, but there’s something in the way he’s looking at you now that feels entirely human. His fingers linger, tracing the fabric of your dress, as if he's studying every detail with the same intensity he reserves for spells.

- "We might not need a portal tonight," he quips, a rare hint of humor in his voice, "because I’m not sure I want anyone else in this universe to see you like this." It’s half a joke, but there’s a protective edge beneath his words. For a moment, the Sorcerer Supreme isn’t thinking about the mystical realms or ancient threats—he’s just a man in awe of the person standing before him.

- Throughout the night, you catch him stealing glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking. There’s something grounded about Stephen tonight, a rare vulnerability. And when he slips his hand into yours as you walk through the city, it’s without pretense—just pure, quiet affection from a man who’s seen everything and still thinks you’re the most stunning thing in existence.

Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

- Clint’s eyes light up the moment he sees you. "Whoa, wait a second," he says, his voice filled with playful surprise as he looks you up and down, a grin spreading across his face. "Am I supposed to be your date tonight? Or is there some movie star hiding around here?" Clint’s always been quick with a joke, but the admiration in his eyes is genuine, and the way his voice softens just a bit tells you he’s impressed.

- He walks over to you with that easy, casual stride, hands finding their way to your waist as he pulls you in for a hug, his lips brushing against your forehead. "You clean up pretty nice," he teases, though there’s a hint of awe in his tone. Clint is used to seeing you in casual clothes or even combat gear, but tonight is different, and he’s not hiding how much he loves it.

- "Now I’m really feeling underdressed," he jokes, glancing down at his outfit, which, while nice, doesn’t quite match the level of your look tonight. He’s got that laid-back charm, but you know Clint well enough to see the little flicker of self-consciousness in his eyes, even if he hides it behind a grin. You reassure him with a smile, and he relaxes, pulling you closer as if you’re the only two people in the world.

- Clint might not make a big deal of it, but throughout the night, he can’t stop complimenting you. Whether it’s a casual “You’re killing it tonight” or a more heartfelt “I’m the luckiest guy around,” his words, though simple, are full of sincerity. He loves that you don’t need all the bells and whistles to shine, but tonight, you’ve got them, and he’s soaking up every second.

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

- Peter’s jaw literally drops when he sees you, his wide eyes blinking in disbelief as he stumbles over his words. "Oh my gosh... wow... you—wow," he stammers, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks flush red. It’s adorable, watching him try and piece together a coherent sentence. "You look amazing," he finally blurts out, still staring at you like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.

- He’s awkward at first, nervously adjusting his tie and shifting from foot to foot, clearly trying to play it cool but failing miserably. "I—I mean, I knew you’d look great, but this? You’ve seriously outdone yourself," Peter says, and you can’t help but smile at how genuine he is. His hands hover awkwardly before he finally takes yours, squeezing them gently as he continues to fumble through his awe.

- "I’m gonna be the luckiest guy at the restaurant," he says with a grin, though you can tell he’s only half-joking. Peter’s not used to this kind of attention, and seeing you all dressed up for him has completely flustered him in the sweetest way possible. "Do I look okay?" he asks, glancing down at his suit and then back at you with a sheepish smile, clearly hoping he’s at least halfway as presentable as you are.

- Throughout the night, Peter can’t stop complimenting you, whether it’s nervously gushing over how amazing you look or cracking jokes to hide his nerves. "I don’t even know what to do with my hands," he jokes, trying to play it cool. But the way he looks at you—like you’re the most incredible person in the world—tells you everything you need to know about how much this night means to him.

Thor (God of Thunder)

- Thor’s reaction is immediate and dramatic, his booming voice filling the room the second he sees you. "By Odin’s beard, you are a vision!" he exclaims, his eyes lighting up with pure admiration. There’s nothing subtle about Thor, and his excitement at seeing you dressed up is no exception. He strides toward you with that confident, larger-than-life energy, sweeping you into a hug that lifts you off your feet for a moment.

- "This is truly a grand occasion," he declares, his deep voice rumbling with pride as he looks you over with a beaming smile. Thor isn’t shy about showing his admiration, and he’s clearly thrilled to see you looking so incredible. "You shine brighter than the stars themselves tonight," he adds, his compliments as grand and poetic as ever. His eyes sparkle with warmth, and there’s something almost boyish in the way he can’t stop looking at you.

- Thor, ever the gentleman, offers his arm with a gallant flourish, bowing slightly as if you were royalty. "Shall we make our grand entrance together?" he asks with a grin, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. There’s an infectious energy about him tonight, and you can tell he’s as excited for the evening as he is to be seen with you by his side.

- Throughout the night, Thor treats you like an absolute queen, making sure you’re comfortable and constantly reminding you of how magnificent you look. "It is an honor to stand beside someone as radiant as you," he says at one point, his voice soft and sincere. His hand never leaves yours, and with Thor, every moment feels like a celebration. He makes you feel as if the entire night revolves around you—because in his eyes, it does.

Loki (God of Mischief)

- When Loki first sees you, his reaction is subtle yet intense, his green eyes darkening as he takes you in. "Well, well," he murmurs, a sly smile playing on his lips. He doesn’t rush toward you like others might—instead, he lets his gaze linger, the look in his eyes making you feel like you’re the most captivating thing he’s ever seen. "You’ve truly outdone yourself," he says, his voice smooth as silk, full of admiration and a hint of possessiveness.

- He slowly circles around you, his fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of your dress as he takes in every detail. "I always knew you were stunning," Loki purrs, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone, "but tonight, you've left even the gods speechless." He steps closer, his hand sliding to your waist, the coolness of his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His smirk widens as he feels your reaction, his teasing nature coming out in full force.

- "Shall we make all the realms jealous tonight?" he asks with a raised brow, his voice full of mischief. Loki’s always loved making an entrance, but tonight, it’s clear that he’s more focused on the fact that he has you by his side. "I daresay none will be able to take their eyes off you," he whispers, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks, making your heart race.

- Throughout the night, Loki is his usual charming, mischievous self, constantly finding ways to draw you closer—whether it’s with a flirty comment or a teasing touch. Yet, behind the playful banter, there’s something deeper in the way he looks at you, as if you’re the only person in the room who truly matters. And when he pulls you in for a slow, deliberate kiss at the end of the evening, it’s clear that he’s as captivated by you as you are by him.

T’Challa (Black Panther)

- T’Challa’s reaction is a perfect blend of admiration and quiet awe. When you enter the room, his deep brown eyes immediately lock onto you, his usually composed expression softening. "My love," he says, his voice rich and smooth, as he approaches you with a regal grace. There’s a moment of silence as he takes you in, his gaze warm but intense, as though he’s seeing you for the first time. "You look... breathtaking," he finally says, his voice full of genuine respect and adoration.

- T’Challa steps closer, his hand gently reaching for yours, lifting it to his lips to place a soft kiss on your knuckles. "You honor me with your beauty tonight," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours. His words are always deliberate, full of meaning, and the way he looks at you now makes it clear that he’s beyond proud to be seen with you by his side. His admiration isn’t just for your appearance—it’s for you as a whole.

- As King of Wakanda, T’Challa has attended countless events and diplomatic gatherings, but tonight, he seems more focused on you than anything else. "It is a privilege to be with you," he says softly, his hand resting on the small of your back as he guides you through the evening with his usual poise. Even in a crowd, his attention never wavers, and you feel like the center of his world.

- Throughout the night, T’Challa is the perfect gentleman, always attentive, always respectful. His hand remains intertwined with yours, and every now and then, he’ll lean in close to whisper something in your ear—small, private compliments meant only for you. "You are more beautiful than any star in the sky," he says quietly, his voice full of quiet reverence. And when the night comes to an end, T’Challa takes a moment to stand with you under the stars, pulling you into a tender embrace as if he never wants to let you go.

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jobean12-blog · 1 year ago

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Had to be You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (enemies to lovers ish)

Word Count: 2,270

Summary: You and Bucky have been going at each other for months. He's grumpy and defensive. You're sassy and frustrated. Steve's had enough. So when Steve steps in to do something will it work? Or will it makes things worse?

Author's Note: At this point all I want is for Bucky to kiss me senseless for the rest of my life (and do everything else) but really. Kisses. Yes please. Anyway. Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: some light mead comsumption, angsty ex talk, tension but softness, happy ending

“STEVEN GRANT ROGERS! You get back here right now and open this door before I kick your ass!”

Steve’s chuckle only makes you angrier. “I’ll open it when you two make nice.”

“STEVE!” you screech.

His retreating footsteps have you banging your forehead into the thick metal of the door, muttering curses under your breath.

“Please tell me Stark has some hidden exit in here somewhere?” you sigh.

“I’m going to kill Steve.”

When Bucky’s speaks his first words since you got locked in the gym together you spin to face him, eyes hard.

“Get in line Barnes!”

“Hey, look at that kids, you’re agreeing already!” Steve’s voice rings out from down the hall.

With that last remark everything goes silent other than your frustrated huffs.

“Is this actually happening?” you whine. “Can’t you just break the door down?”

Bucky’s blue eyes stare blankly and you grow more agitated.

“Why the hell did he do this?”

You glare back in his direction, hands on your hips. “Because of your sunshine and rainbows attitude toward me!”

You spit out the words, letting them drip with sarcasm.

“MY attitude?” Bucky grits out as he sticks a finger in his chest. “Doll face. I’ve been nothing but a perfect gentleman to you.” That same finger spins to point at you now.

You face him fully and take a step closer.

“Grunts do not equal a greeting and barely answering questions and barely making conversation definitely does not show your gentlemanly side!”

Bucky opens his mouth to retort but you continue on. “And what about avoiding me all together!? What the fuck is that about?”

He runs his large hand through his hair and squeezes the back of his neck, setting his lips in a hard line.

“Fuck. Please tell me there’s still some of Thor’s mead in here,” he mutters.

“Why the hell would he leave alcohol in the gym?” you ask, your brows nearly hitting your hairline.

With a shrug Bucky starts moving about and searching under things. “He likes to ‘get drunk’” and he makes air quotes as he says it, “and then show us how he can still lift heavier weights.”

You can’t help the laughter that boils up and over but you quickly cover your mouth when Bucky gives you an unamused look.

“Here it is!” he chimes, seeming far too relieved.

You move toward him as you watch him take a swig from the bottle, the muscles in his neck shifting with every swallow.

“Save some for me,” you say quietly and hold out your hand.

He smirks.

“Careful doll. Too much of this and I’ll have to carry you out of here.”

As more of the mead circulates through your body you start to relax marginally, thoughts of killing Steve slowly fading.

Bucky has been sure to keep your consumption under control and other than feeling less murderous and calmer you’re lucid.

“So,” you muse. “It doesn’t look like Steve is coming back any time soon. And we’ve been quiet. No yelling or fighting.”

Bucky simply grunts in agreement.

“SEE!” you nearly shout. “That’s exactly what I mean. I say something and your answer is a grunt…WHAT. THE. FUCK!”

While waiting for his explanation you notice a slight pink flush to his cheeks and you find it hard not to throw him a triumphant smile.

Deciding to let him off the hook for now, you ask, “how long have you known your best friend is insane?”

To your surprise, Bucky laughs. A real laugh that has his eyes crinkling and his nose scrunching up.

You try not to stare too long but you find it difficult to look away.

“Are you drunk Barnes?”

His eyes meet yours and the corner of his mouth twitches with a boyish smile.

“You’re full of questions tonight doll. And for the record it takes a lot more than this to get me drunk,” he admits as his smile widens.

He shifts in his spot on the floor, his long legs now stretched out in front of him and you can’t help but focus on his thighs and the way his jeans pull tightly over the thick muscle.

“Who knew all we needed was a little alcohol to not fight.”

You chuckle and hold your hand out for the more.

He shakes his head no and places the bottle down on the floor before leaning forward.

“I don’t want to fight with you. Ever.”

At his admission, your expression hardens.

“Then why are you so….so… unfriendly?” you ask.

“Why are you always so sassy?” he shoots back. “Seems to me like you’re the one always looking for a fight.”

His answer makes you sigh.

“I don’t see you doing that to Barton or Steve…hell anyone else!” he adds.

He waits patiently, his eyes trained on you and his body straining forward.

With more nonchalance than you feel, you confess, “you’re kind of my type. And my dating track record sucks. So…you know…”

You motion to him. All of him. His long legs, broad shoulders, hard chest, sculpted arms and his perfectly handsome face.

Stunned, Bucky stares for a second too long and too fiercely.

Heat starts to tickle your skin as you feel your body react to his focused attention.

“Are you…” he starts, before clearing his throat. “Are you telling me that you’re attracted to me and that’s why you hate me?”

The tension is thick, stretching between you for many long seconds before you wrench your eyes away and look down at your hands.

“I don’t hate you.”

Your words are quiet and the next sentence that passes your lips is even softer. “I just have a hard time trusting men.”

When he doesn’t say anything you look up at him and see the hurt etched across his features.

“Are you sure it’s not just me you don’t trust?”

At his question, the realization of what he’s implying hits you and you immediately slide closer to him and reach your hands toward him.

“No Bucky. That’s not it at all. In fact I trust you with my life…just not necessarily my heart.”

When he continues to study you, his features softening, but doesn’t speak, you add. “It’s not your fault. Really.”

“I want to know why.”

“Why what?” you ask.

“Why you don’t trust men.”

His jaw is tight and his fists are clenched in his lap.

He’s clearly distraught over the fact that you’ve been hurt and you’re sure he’s thinking the worst. It melts you more and you want to reach out and trace the hard line of his jaw to reassure him.

“It’s not anything that bad. I’ve just been hurt. A lot. And not just in romantic relationships. Friendships too.”

He scowls. “In what ways?”

You shrug like it’s nothing.

“What is there to say? The first real relationship I was in ended when he found something better. He told me when we broke up, ‘why would I say with you when I can do better’.”

“That motherfucker,” Bucky fumes as he opens and closes his metal fist, the whirring metal sounds momentarily distracting you.

“Yeah. But that wasn’t the last. My boyfriend after that I found out was sleeping with my friend. Or I thought she was my friend.”

“Fucking hell. Please tell me you’re kidding.”

He stands slowly, visibly agitated.

“And we haven’t even gotten to my last boyfriend yet. Better sit back down.”

“I’m too fucking pissed off to sit,” he growls.

“Honestly, it’s more my fault. I knew I shouldn’t have dated him. He was just like the rest and when my friend sent me a video of the two of them fucking I was hardly surprised.”

You couldn’t look at Bucky anymore and you dropped your eyes.

“Guess I’m just not good enough to stick around for.”

“Fuck,” he exhaled. “Doll.”

He sat down in front of you, forcing your attention back to him.

“Please don’t tell me you really believe that.”

You give him an exasperated look. “After being dumped three times you kind of start to believe it.”

Suddenly, he kicks at one of the weight machines, making the metal creak and bend then he falls to his knees in front of you and takes your hands in his.

The smell of him surrounds you and you have no where to look but into his eyes.

“These men,” and he spits out the last word. “Fuck that, they aren’t men. These pieces of shit have no idea what a gift you are and they don’t deserve you. They deserve a fucking beating.”

“Bucky.”

You squeeze his hands. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he counters. “Tell you the truth? Tell you that you’re gorgeous, sexy, smart, and kind.”

His eyes drop to your mouth and he licks his lips.

“Hardly kind,” you scoff. “Look how poorly I treated you.”

He reluctantly drags his eyes from your mouth and determination hardens his gaze.

“Nah doll face. I get it now. And honestly, a lot of that is on me. I couldn’t understand why someone as perfect as you wanted anything to do with me. I put up my defensives the only way I know how.”

You whisper his name hoarsely and run your thumb along his jawline.

His eyelashes flutter against his cheeks and he exhales.

Even if you wanted to you couldn’t stop the way your body moved closer to his and when he slides his hand up your arm and around the back of your neck your lips part in a gasp.

Just as you feel his warm breath tickle your skin the lock on the door turns and Steve calls your names.

You quickly pull away with wide eyes, shooting one last look at Bucky before you lift your eyes to Steve.

He stares between the two of you and then at the half empty bottle of mead.

“What…?”

“Nothing,” you and Bucky say at the same time.

Bucky jumps to his feet and holds his hand out for you.

You take it and let him pull you up and into his body. Your chest brushes his with your every breath and you’re right back where you were just seconds ago…under his spell.

It only takes a moment for your past hurt to flood back and wash away the desire you’re feeling and in the next breath you’re mumbling goodbyes and rushing off.

When Bucky finally finds you the next day the apology you’ve been wanting to give him spills out.

“I just want to say that I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting.”

He takes a step closer to you, crowding you against the door of your room.

“I really appreciate that doll, but I should be the one apologizing to you. I’m sorry. For everything.”

“Thank you.”

It’s all you can manage to say with him so close to you.

You can feel your pulse jump and when you hear the moving metal plates in his arm you look down at his hands to see them clenched into fists at his sides.

“Bucky?” you ask.

“I’m having a really hard time not touching you,” he explains in a pained whisper.

“Oh,” you breathe out.

He closes the space between you and your back hits the door. He slowly lifts his hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb and then slowly sliding his fingers down to stroke your neck.

The gentle dominance in his touch sets you on fire and you lean into him.

“I’m scared of getting hurt Bucky.”

The words tumble out and you start to drop your gaze but he stops you with the press of his fingers under your chin.

His eyes harden and he doesn’t speak.

You whisper his name, your voice shaky.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m just talking myself out of hunting every one of your exes down and skinning them alive.”

His voice grows with anger and you press a soft hand to his hard chest.

“They aren’t worth it.”

“You’re worth it.”

Taken aback by the intensity of his words you stare into his eyes, their blue color filled with longing and fierceness.

“Fuck doll. You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are, do you? I can hardly catch my breath.”

Your hand shoots to your mouth and you quietly inhale, nibbling your bottom lip to stop the smile that wants to break out across your face.

“Do you want me to go?” he asks.

You drop your hand from your lips and reach for him. “No.”

He tilts his head and inches closer, his mouth lightly brushing yours.

Your fists clench the front of his Henley and your eyes close at the light press of his lips. You stay like that, trying to remember to breathe.

He pulls away only enough to stare at your mouth and then traces his thumb across your upper lip.

“What is it?” you ask with a worried tone.

His thumb falls to your lower lip and he gives it the same attention, savoring the softness.

“Why won’t you kiss me?”

He drops his hand from your lips and as his fingers fall they trace the outline of your neck before his hand wraps around the back of it and he brings you impossibly closer.

“I’m worried that once I start…” he breathes against your lips. “I won’t be able to stop.”

When he presses his lips to yours he groans low in the back of his throat, his hands desperate to get you closer.

The way you taste, the feel of your lips, your gasps and moans…he can’t stop.

He can’t stop.

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agreeeeeeeeeee · 15 days ago

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Hit Me Where It Hurts The Most p.2 | S.B.

feat. Sirius Black x Rowle!reader

SUMMARY: You and Sirius run into each other at Tomes and Scrolls during a Hogsmeade trip and temptation boils over once again. Things are progressing between you and Rabastan, leaving you even more lost than before.

CW: MDNI 18+, angst angst angst, making out and heavy petting, cursing, abusive sibling, love triangle (Rabastan Lestrange x reader), Sirius is an angel, Padfoot shows his teeth, manipulative men

part one | part three | masterlist

Evan pulled a dusty, ancient-looking tome from the shelf, its title gleaming faintly in gold: Ancient Brews and Arcane Secrets.

“Blimey,” he said, brushing off the dust. “Bet there’s a recipe for immortality in here.”

Regulus didn’t look up. “Immortality? You can’t even make a sleeping draught.”

“Imagine us living forever,” Barty said, grinning. “We’d be legends.”

“More like eternal nuisances,” Regulus muttered, finally turning to examine the book.

You rolled your eyes and slipped away from the three of them, fishing your shopping list out of your pocket. You needed a few books for your classes, and had managed to convince Thor to let you go into Hogsmeade this week, so long as you were accompanied by a gentleman from a respectable family.

So Evan Rosier and Regulus Black it was, and by extension, Barty Crouch Jr.. Thorfinn didn't need to know that Evan and Barty were the farthest thing from respectable. All that mattered was the quality of the blood in their veins.

You liked Regulus, you really did, but you could barely stand to look at him. Every time you did, his brother floated into your minds eye, and you'd been ruminating on Sirius Black enough as it was.

He'd infected you like the plague, finding every empty space in your mind and filling it with his sonorous voice, his skilled fingers, his scalding kiss. It was all you could do to not show up at his dorm and pounce on him.

And you hated him for it. Hated that he ruined whatever tenuous balance the two of you held. Hated that he was better than you could have imagined. Hated that you craved him like a drug. Hated that this was happening right when Rabastan finally took an interest in you.

You liked Rabastan, and found yourself drawn more and more into his orbit. He was well-mannered and alluring, not to mention absurdly handsome. He was husband material. He made you feel safe, cared for, desirable…he was all you could ever dream of.

Conversely, you hated Sirius Black, and you vowed to never touch him again. That night was a locked box, a vault, and those memories of him could rot and die there. And yet, he was the one finding his way into your fantasies every night.

It was maddening, infuriating, and you tried with all your might to pretend it wasn't happening at all. Sirius didn't exist. That night never occurred.

There was only Rabastan, and your potential future together.

You wandered through the aisles, dragging your fingers over the countless spines as you half-heartedly searched, unable to focus.

“Is that Regulus Black?” A familiar voice boomed through the shop, and you looked up to see James Potter sauntering up to poor, besotted Regulus, his eyes wide like a startled deer.

You took a few steps backwards, glancing towards the entrance. Where there was James…

“Making another quick exit, darling? Seems to be becoming a habit of yours,” Sirius purred in your ear.

You whirled around, your list fluttering from your hands to the floor. “And why are my habits of such interest to you?” You bit, butterflies exploding in your stomach.

Sirius bent down and retrieved it, scanning over the bit of parchment. His hair was pulled back into a messy bun, his leather jacket and ripped jeans sinfully casual. Snow still lingered on his dark hair, his broad shoulders, and you resisted the urge to brush it away.

“Everything about you is of interest to me,” he replied, and your heart lost it’s rhythm.

“I—what?”

Sirius smirked. “What’s the saying? ‘Know thine enemy'?” He quoted, and you scowled.

You snatched your list back, tucking it into your pocket. “I'm not interested in your antics, Sirius. If you'll excuse me.” You shouldered past him, trying to keep you breathing even, steps measured, as you left the shop and emerged back into the winter air.

You moved into the shadowed alley between the shops, leaning against the wall to collect yourself. It was embarrassing how quickly he managed to derail you, and you hated yourself for it. Hated him for it.

Who the hell did he think he was, approaching you so brazenly? If Thorfinn knew…

“A long list of books, and yet you leave empty handed.”

You scoffed, snapping your head to the entrance of the alley where Sirius was leaning on one shoulder against the wall. “They didn't have what I was looking for,” you answered, not really sure why you bothered talking to him, or why you seemed unable to move as he approached you.

“Scrolls has every book under the sun,” Sirius countered, stopping a few feet from you. “So what is it exactly you're looking for?”

“What are you doing?” You hissed, throwing him a bladed glare. “What do you want from me?”

“The same thing you want from me—”

“I don't want anything from you,” you said, cutting him off.

Sirius tsked, shaking his head at you. “Still a liar, I see.”

You grit your teeth and pushed off the wall. “Fuck off, Sirius. I want nothing to do with you, or your games.”

“Oh, but wouldn't you like to win?” He purred, throwing out an arm to block your path. “Wouldn't you like to best me once and for all?”

“It's odd that you're so eager to lose,” you mused, stopping just before touching his chest.

“That's what I am, baby. A loser.” He turned his body, pressing you back against the wall, his ringed hand braced by your head the same way it was that damning night. “And if losing means I get to taste you again, I'll wear that title like a badge of fucking honor.”

His words went straight to your core, liquid heat pulsing through your lower belly in time with your racing heart.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Surely he hadn't just admitted that he wanted you…out loud.

“Sirius—”

“Tell me to go again and I will,” he muttered, his fogged breath warm against your chilled face. “Tell me you hate me, call me whatever you want, but just don't lie to me. I've had enough lies for a lifetime.”

“Why couldn't you just leave things the way they were?” you said bitterly, thumping a hand weakly against his chest, feeling his heart pounding as quickly as yours.

He smiled, a sad, rueful thing. “Felt like I was running out of time.”

A frustrated tear rolled down your cheek as you squeezed your eyes shut, unable to look at his face any longer. A lie dangled at the tip of your tongue, poised and ready to cut him down and rid yourself of his poison for good. But you just couldn't say it.

You felt his lips brush your cheek, catching the tear as it fell and your lungs hitched a strangled breath, fingers tightening on his shirt.

You shouldn't be feeling so much, like the emotions were pushing at the inside of your skin, ripping apart your organs to make room. For so long, you'd been hiding from your real feelings towards Sirius, and he'd crashed like a bulldozer through your fortress of denial.

There was still hatred, and plenty of it. Judgement and confusion and jealousy, but there was more lurking beneath the surface, waiting for an opportunity to breech your icy exterior. And now that it had, you couldn't seem to get your hands around it, to push it back down into the dark corners of your heart where it came from.

There was only one thing you could think of to ease the agony of it, the onslaught of feeling. So you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him with every ounce of raw energy you possessed, pouring into him like a waterfall.

He moaned against your mouth, crushing you between the wall and himself as he let you dominate the kiss, your tongue wrestling with his. You felt the tension unwind from his shoulders, his body giving completely to yours, and it set your blood on fire. There was something so honest about it, so vulnerable, and it made you want to swallow him whole, bundle him up behind your ribs where no one could ever take him from you.

He shifted one of his knees between your legs, the heat of your core pressed against his jeans, and you gasped at the friction. His free hand fell to your hip, gripping hard as he guided you to move back and forth.

“Doesn’t it feel so much better to let go?” He cooed in your ear, the cold tip of his nose brushing along the shell of it. “To let yourself have what you really want?”

“Sirius,” you whined, rocking your hips over his thigh, desperate for some relief from the chaos in your soul.

“Shh, love. It’s alright.” He kissed down your neck, finding the fading mark he'd left and latching onto it, bringing it back to life as you writhed in his arms. “I know it's a lot, but I'm with you. I've got you.”

Something in your chest settled, soothed by his gentle words, and you felt a sharp twist of guilt because of it. Sirius was supposed to make you angry, not comfort you. Not make you feel like he was the only thing holding your shattered pieces together.

Like he cared about you.

“She was here a minute ago! I'm sure she just stepped outside to—”

“You had one fucking job, Rosier—”

Thorfinn.

Your heart dropped through the frozen ground, fear making your stomach flip. Even worse, in the same instant, Sirius vanished, leaving you alone and vulnerable.

“What’s your problem, mate? She's an adult,” James argued, and your throat closed with panic.

Something nudged at your hand and you looked down, nearly crying out in surprise when you realized an enormous, black dog was sitting at your feet. It nosed your palm again, loosing a soft whine.

Stunned silent, you scratched at the dogs ears and it leaned into your hand, tail thumping on the snow covered ground. It whined again, licking at your wrist, and suddenly it clicked.

The dog was Sirius.

“Y/n!” Thorfinn bellowed, and you hurried out of the alley, canine-Sirius on your heels.

“I'm right here! What's going on?” You asked, feigning confusion. “Thor, I thought you were staying at Hogwarts?”

You saw James’ eyes flick down to the dog, widening slightly before regaining composure.

“It shouldn't take you three hours to shop for books,” your brother snarled, and you flinched. “We're leaving.”

A dark snarl ripped from Sirius when Thorfinn grabbed your wrist, and your brother recoiled.

“What are you doing with a mutt?” Thorfinn spit, but you saw the fear bleed into his eyes. He hated dogs, ever since your childhood spaniel had nipped at him from playing too rough.

Sirius growled again, fangs bared and hackles raised.

“That's why I came outside, just wanted to see if he had a home or—”

“Stupid girl, it probably has mange. Do you want to get bitten?” Thorfinn shook you and the other boys all barked in protest, but Thorfinn ignored them. Onlookers were starting to gather.

Sirius’ jaws snapped together like a gunshot, a warning, but you stepped between them, knowing Sirius wouldn’t risk you getting caught in the middle of a fight.

“Yes, you're right. It was silly. Let's go back to Hogwarts, it's freezing out here,” you said, starting to steer Thorfinn away before he caused a bigger scene.

“Wait, y/n,” Evan started, but you sent him a pointed glare, and he snapped his jaw shut.

You turned back around, unable to bear the pained looks on each of their faces, or the way canine-Sirius trembled with anger, hot breath puffing from his snout. James and Regulus were holding him by the scruff of his neck, clearly struggling to keep him from running after you.

You looked straight ahead, a tear rolling down your cheek, and let Thorfinn lead you away.

When you arrived back in the common room, half-frozen from the long walk and emotionally exhausted from Thorfinn’s never-ending lecture, you spotted Rabastan writing at the one of the tables.

A confusing jumble of guilt and longing knotted up your stomach. How could you be glad to see him after all that with Sirius? What was wrong with you?

Rabastan looked up, feeling your gaze, and offered an endearing half-smile, until he noticed your shivering, then Thorfinn’s hold on you, and his expression fell into a frigid calm.

He rose and met you halfway across the room, and Thorfinn stiffened at your side. “I didn't expect you back so soon. Where’s Rosier?” Rabastan asked.

“Hogsmeade,” Thor answered, attempting to shoulder past Rab with you in tow.

Rab blocked his way, raising a dark brow. “Did you fetch her from Hogsmeade?”

“It's none of your fucking business, Lestrange,” Thor bit, and a chill raced down your spine. Thor must have lost his damn mind to speak to Rabastan Lestrange like that.

Rab cocked his head, contemplative as a raven, then looked down at you, the ice in his eyes melting a fraction. “Did you get everything you needed, darling?” He asked, his voice noticeably warmer.

Your eyes widened, and Thor’s grip on your hand tightened. You should lie, say ‘yes, of course! I was starting to get cold anyways!’, but with that look in Rab's eye, his all consuming authority, you just couldn't. And, a bitter part of you wanted to see Thor get knocked down a peg.

“Well, I—”

“Yes or no, love,” Rab cut you off.

You felt your skin heat, your blood start to race at his specific brand of dominance. God, you really were fucked up. Getting turned on by two different guys in the span of an hour? You shook yourself. This is what you were supposed to feel towards Rab. Sirius was the anomaly, not the other way around.

“Yes, she did,” Thor answered for you

Rabastan’s expression froze over once more, his gaze cutting like a scythe. “Leave us,” Rab ordered.

Thor’s hand tightened, one of your knuckles popping with a sharp burst of pain, and you suppressed a gasp. “Absolutely not,” Thor snarled, stepping closer to Rab, chest puffed. Thorfinn was a huge man, there was no question, but Rab was hardly a shrinking violet at 6’2, packed with muscle from training with his brother.

“It wasn't a request, Rowle,” Rab replied, the clip of his voice sharp. “Come, y/n. We're going back to Hogsmeade.”

A trill of nervous excitement pulsed through you, but it was quickly dashed when Thor opened his mouth again.

“Until there is a ring on her fucking finger, you have no authority over her.” Thor's grip continued to grow tighter, and a hiss escaped through your teeth, tears springing to your eyes.

Of course, Rabastan saw. He reached around to his back and slipped his wand from where it was tucked along his spine, but Thor was too focused on looking big to notice.

“You misunderstand, Rowle,” Rab said, his voice dripping with venom. “My authority doesn't come from a ring, or brawn, or even my name.” Rab stepped closer, coiled like a snake, and his wand came up, the tip digging into the underside of Thor’s chin. “I fucking earned it,” he growled.

Thor froze, his hand immediately releasing yours. Thor was no slouch with a wand, and Dueling was one of the only subjects he actually excelled in, but there was no competing with Lestrange magic. Rabastan could hit him with the imperius curse before Thor even reached for his wand.

On instinct, you took a few steps away from Thor, moving behind Rabastan, and you saw outrage bleed into your brother's blue eyes. You would almost feel bad about the humiliation he was experiencing if you weren't fairly certain he'd broken your finger.

Slowly, Thor put his hands up, lowering his eyes like a welped dog, and Rabastan lowered his wand.

“Remember this,” Rab muttered, tucking the wand back into his belt, the dark wood fitting perfectly along the muscular dip of his spine.

Thor backed away, fleeing from the common room while the eavesdropping Slytherin’s giggled.

Rab turned to you, looking apologetic. “Would you like to return to Hogsmeade? Or rest?” His eyes snagged on the hand you were cradling against your chest and he frowned. Cautiously, he guided your injured hand into his own, inspecting the blooming bruise and swelling around your knuckles with a slight furrow in his brow. “To the infirmary, then.”

You nodded, giving him a grateful smile.

“Carrow,” he called, still inspecting your hand with profound gentleness.

Amacus and Alecto Carrow appeared on either side of you, materializing like wraiths.

“Yes?” Amacus drawled, hawkish eyes flicking down to your hand, then back up to Rabastan.

“I want Thorfinn in the Room for Requirement. I'll meet you there in an hour or so,” Rab ordered, shifting once again into that glacial, brutal calm, and you saw then what the Dark Lord saw in him and his brother. Men with a command that could raze the world. An intoxicating kind of power.

Fear and excitement twined in your chest, and your feet couldn't decide whether to step closer, or run the fuck away. You didn't even think to protest the capture and imminent beating of your twin.

He deserved it and then some.

The Carrows nodded and moved towards the door.

“And Amacus,” Rab called, and the boy turned. “Mind his wand.”

Amacus nodded, and the twins slipped out of the dungeon.

Rab turned his attention back to you. “Are you alright, darling? Besides your hand?”

You nodded, suddenly feeling bashful. “I can't believe he spoke to you like that,” you murmured. “He's lost his mind.”

Rab smirked. “I'll set him straight, don't you worry.” He threaded your arm through his and laid your injured hand over his bicep. “Let's get you to Madame Pomfry, hm?”

Together, you walked down to the infirmary, speaking softly to one another about nothing in particular. With Rab, it was easy. You could just let go, and he would buoy you along. No confusing feelings, no responsibilities.

The path laid in stone was so much easier to traverse than the one that veered off into the unknown, thick with brambles and thorns and tripping roots.

“Master Lestrange!” Madame Pomfry called when you walked in. “Oh dear, Ms. Rowle. Come sit, come sit.” She ushered you both towards a curtained bed, seeming to understand intrinsically that you were not to be separated from him.

“I don't believe they're broken,” Rab supplied. “But seem to be causing quite a bit of discomfort.”

“I'm sure it is. What happened, poppet?” Pomfry asked, assessing your injured hand under the lamp.

“I slipped on ice in Hogsmeade this afternoon,” you answered, voice cracking from pain when she prodded the bruising. Rab pet your head to soothe you, and unconsciously, you leaned into him.

“Poor girl. You were right to bring her here,” she said to Rab, who gave her a charming half-smile. “But I have just the thing to get you sorted in a jiffy.” She hurried away, flushing under Rab’s keen eye.

“I'm alright if you need to go, ah, tend to things,” you said, cringing at your awkwardness.

He leaned down to kiss the top of your head, sending sparks rushing through your body. “I'm tending to you first,” he replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Madame Pomfry returned with a handful of potions and salves. “Here, drink this. It'll taste wretched, but alleviate the pain.” She handed you a vial and you glanced up at Rab.

He dipped his chin in encouragement, and you tipped the vial into your mouth. You gagged almost immediately, but managed to keep it down. Already, the pain was beginning to fade.

Madame Pomfry spread some other salves on your fingers, then wrapped them tightly in white gauze. “You'll have to stay for a tick, just to make sure you have no adverse reactions. A half hour should do,” she said, patting your knee before closing the curtain and flitting off to another students bed.

Rab glanced at the closed curtain, then back at you. “Would you like to be alone?” He asked, his eyes searching your face.

You found yourself shaking your head, a pang of fear making you reach out for him with your good hand. “Can you stay until I get back to my dorm?” You asked, the request slipping out before you even formulated the thought.

He took your hand, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I'll escort you there myself,” he said, smoothing a thumb over your knuckles, the silver signet ring there heavy and warm from his skin. “I hate to see you so frightened,” he murmured, meeting your eyes.

You almost told him that your weren't afraid, that everything was fine, but again, you couldn't bring yourself to lie to him. “I feel less afraid with you,” you said. Guilt made your tongue burn as you said the words, but they were true.

Sirius was a risk, a tight rope walk through the stars, where Rab was solid ground, sturdy and sure. You felt torn between them, floating in purgatory.

“I’m glad to hear it.” He reached up, caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers before sliding them into your hair. “Because I find myself struggling to stay away from you.”

You sucked in a breath, heart pounding as he drew you closer.

“You're trembling,” he breathed, close enough that you could smell the peppermint on his breath. “Are you frightened now, little doe?”

You nodded. You were frightened by the way your body seemed to gravitate towards him, caught in his orbit like a wayward comet. Frightened that you felt the same draw toward someone else, and what that meant about you. About them.

Frightened, so frightened, but also excited.

“Breathe, darling,” he cooed, his hand moving down to lightly press against your pulse, fingers resting on the mark Sirius left behind, but you couldn't bring yourself to pull away. He tipped your chin up with his thumb, leaving the smallest gap between your lips, breaths mingling between you.

“Rab,” you whispered, a plea. For what, you weren't sure.

He closed the final centimeter, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lush kiss. It felt luxurious somehow, breathtakingly tender, and you found yourself leaning into him, wanting more. His tongue dragged against your lower lip and you parted for him without thought, letting him delve deeper, savor you like fine wine.

With Sirius, every touch, every kiss was an inferno, a clashing of wills, but with Rab, it was a warming glow, a safe embrace.

His tongue toyed with yours, gentle, almost teasing until you were practically purring, coaxed into docility. But too soon, he broke the kiss so you could breathe, somehow sensing the tightness in your lungs. He brushed kisses along your cheek, your temple, before taking a deep, satisfied breath.

“Better than I dared hope for,” he murmured, bumping his nose against yours. “Perfection.”

The haze of bliss around you splintered, cold reality slipping through the cracks.

If only he knew how far from perfect you were.

“Come, let me escort you to your dorm, if you're feeling alright?” He straightened, taking a quick inventory of your face and injured hand.

“Yes, please,” was all you could manage, your chest suddenly tight with discomfort, your stomach clenching with guilt.

He helped you to your feet and you walked in silence back to your room, the air between you laden with unspoken things, though Rab seemed decidedly more content. The image of a cat with a mouse flitted through your mind, and you almost recoiled from him.

Sirius didn't look at you like that. Like a trophy to claim, a town to pillage. If anything, he seemed to be wrecked by you.

The thought made your stomach turn, and you were relieved to finally reach the dungeons. He bid you farewell at the foot of the stairs to the girls dorm, kissing you on the cheek before taking his leave.

You trudged up the stairs, completely exhausted and twice as confused as when you woke up that morning. You stopped dead when you saw a brown paper package tied up with string resting on the end of your bed. None of your roommates were in, probably at the Great Hall having dinner.

Cautiously, you tiptoed closer, finding a small card attached to the string. You flipped it open to see a note scribbled in a messy, loping hand.

You win.

It was signed with a massive, black ink paw print.

Heart in your throat, you unwrapped the package. Inside was your shopping list, every item crossed off, and a stack of books beneath it.

Sirius had finished your shopping for you.

Tears began to spill down your cheeks as you pressed the note to your chest, overwhelmed with a feeling you could only describe as grief.

You shoved the books under your bed and curled up on top of the quilt, tracing the shape of the paw print with your finger tip, memorizing each crack and detail until your eyelids grew heavy and you drifted into a fitful sleep.

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Hello there :)

This is my first time requesting something but I was wondering if you could do prompt 7 with Loki?

Like maybe in the first Thor and they're having a ball and they're friends to lovers possibly?

I would be absolutely honored if you made this but no pressure 😁

Hope you have a great morning/noon/night ❤️

Hi hello! I love Loki so I hope you like how I've characterized him, this is supposed to be before he starts all the drama and maybe prevents it cause love conquers all ya know?

Loki (#7 finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck)

18+ f!reader. Creampie. Strength kink. Childhood friends to lovers. Semi public sex.

"So this is where you snuck off to." Loki only knew how to speak in a purr. You knew this, and yet it had still bothered you to listen to your childhood friend use his silver tongue on another woman. So you'd escaped to the balcony, mead in hand as you looked over the golden buildings of Asgard.

"I'm surprised you even noticed I was gone." Maybe the mead had gone to your head, or your centuries old crush was finally becoming too much to bear. You never spoke this way.

"I always notice you. Especially in that gown." Loki wondered if you knew what you did to him, wrapped in silk so close to your skin tone it almost looked like you were naked if he squinted.

"Really? Because I'm sure Lady Astrid would be happy to show you hers again." Yes, it was petty of you but your heart was aching. He'd been so close to her.

"Who?" Loki was genuinely confused, he'd made his rounds as expected of a Prince of Asgard, but he'd been distracted by you the whole time. He'd even used magic to keep an eye on you when you were out of his line of sight.

"The one you.. lingered with." You wouldn't face him, and for the first time in a hundred years Loki felt-- hopeful. Maybe his love for you could be returned after all.

"I'd do more than linger with you, if you'd let me. I'd spend a millenia groveling at your feet for a kiss." Loki closed the distance easily with his long legs, leaning against the balcony railing beside you.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better." You scoffed, "I don't need pity, even from you my Prince."

"Pity. That's what you think this is." Loki took your glass from your hand and set it aside, caging you against the balcony when you finally turned to look at him. He towered over you with something close to anger in his eyes.

"Maybe charming you isn't the answer then." His gaze flickered down to your lips a fraction of a second before he was kissing you. But even calling it a kiss wasn't fair. He was making love to your mouth. Sucking on your tongue, hand buried in your hair as he cradled you against him. His arm around your waist pulled you closer until you felt the hard length of him pressed into your stomach.

"Does this feel like pity to you?" He rasped when he finally pulled away, both of you breathless and panting. "I've wanted you too much for too long for you to ever imply I was offering out of pity."

"I didn't- didn't know," You were melting, the heat of his body through your thin dress was tearing down your defenses by the second.

"I was going to court you, before touching you. I wasn't going to be like Thor and bed you before I even asked for your hand. But maybe I need to be more like my brother for you to get the hint." Loki wasn't really even thinking before the words were spilling out of his mouth, because you were in his arms. He could see your pebbled nipples through the silk of your dress which he ached to taste. And he was so goddamn tired of being a gentleman if it meant you thought he didn't want you.

You were going to explode. His hands were greedy, grabbing at your ass and cupping your breast in his palm while he talked. Had you really been so mistaken?

"Maybe I should be more forward. Is that what you need little one?" Your cunt throbbed and you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and throwing aside your pride as you begged,

"Please? Need you, for so long now I've-" He shut you up with a kiss. This one even hungrier than the last as tugged your dress up your hips, cupping your sex and groaning when he felt how you drenched his fingers.

"Oh." He smiled wickedly as he traced your slit, feeling how your hole clenched down greedliy around the tip of his finger. "Hungry little thing isn't she?"

"Loki, please," you were lost in him. His clean yet intoxicating scent, the way his slender yet massive frame blocked you from view. It was like it was just the two of you in the whole realm.

"I don't know.. Don't want you to confuse this for a pity fuck." Loki was teasing you, and yet you could tell beneath it all he was truly hurt by your assumption.

"Prove me wrong then. Show me how much you want me." You pouted at him, trying to tug him closer as he freed his cock from his pants. The tip was flushed and sticky with arousal as he rutted against your folds to slick his shaft. Every grind of his cock against your cilt made you ache to be filled.

"As milday commands." It was a stretch to take him, but the slight burn was nothing in comparison to the bone deep relief you felt when he was sheathed in your wet heat.

His forehead dropped against yours as he cursed, eyeing the way your pussy was stuffed to the brim and creaming on him. He whistled low and appreciatively.

"This is not going to end here. Now that I know what you feel like," he swallowed thickly, thrusted a little deeper into you until you felt him in the back of your throat with still a few inches to spare. "I can't ever go without you again."

"You don't have to." You promised, wrapping your leg around his waist pulling him closer. It wasn't enough until his balls tapped against your ass. You'd taken all of him.

"I've waited too long to be gentle. But-" You were the one to silence him this time, nipping at his bottom lip so sharply you saw a bit of blood.

"I've waited longer." He grinned, more than a little feral over you. He picked you up and put your other leg over his hip- holding you up without even straining.

"Then you'll take me like a good little wife to be won't you?" You were stunned by his words but Loki didn't wait for an answer before he was fucking you mid air, using all his strength to lift you up and drop you on his cock over and over until you were screaming.

"Loki!" You knew he hadn't cast any spells for privacy, and yet you couldn't stop yourself.

"Louder, let all the women know who owns this cock." He growled in your ear, splitting you open and making your eyes cross every time he hit that spot inside you. Your legs were shaking around his waist as your orgasm grew like a wave threatening to drown you in pleasure.

"Loki, fuck, more!" Distantly you realized you would have to explain this to Heimdall at one point, but you were truly too fucked out to care.

"Good girl, just, like, that." Every word was met with a thrust inside your gummy walls that fluttered around his cock, sucking him in like your pussy never wanted him to pull out.

"You're going to make me cum, darling. Where do you want it?" He could still be somewhat of a gentleman. Give his lady options, like taking his load in her pussy or on her face.

"In-inside, please, want to give you a child!" Loki's grip on your thighs grew tight enough to bruise a mortal, but you merely moaned louder. He touched you like he owned you and you couldn't get enough.

"Want to give me an hier? Gonna be such a pretty little mother aren't you, fuck." His hand found your little bundle of nerves, and you whimpered as the wave broke. You came so hard you squirted, soaking his formal attire and ruining your dress without a drop of remorse.

"That's it darling, milk me. Take every drop I give you." His thrusts grew sloppy, the only sign of how out of control he felt as he started unloading in you. His heavy balls pumped spurt after spurt of seed against your cervix.

Only when he set you down on your feet did he pull out reluctantly, watching with rapt attention as his cum slid down your thigh. With a wave of his hand your clothes were righted and clean- but he left his cum leaking out of you as he offered his arm. The perfect picture of princely charm.

"Shall we announce the engagement then?"

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literaryavenger · 1 year ago

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New Year's Eve

Summary: A game of two truths and a lie reveals to the team a fact about the you that Bucky can’t seem to stop thinking about.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language 'cause why not. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny. Mutual pining, idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts.

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: Happy New Year's Eve! Thanks for all the messages when I was sick, I'm finally feeling better and I'm negative for Covid! I really wanted to post something for New Year's Eve and this came from a fever dream I had when I was sick, lol. I hope it's any good and someone enjoys it! A particular thank you to @ordelixx for helping me with this story!💘I've only started posting here about a month and a half but I'm really enjoying it and feeling more and more comfortable in my writing. I hope I'm also getting better at it. Anyway, I have big plans for the New Year that I hope you'll enjoy! This year hasn't been great for me, but I'm planning on working harder than ever to make sure the next one is a year I can be proud of. I hope you guys have a nice last day of 2023 and an amazing start of 2024! Love you all.💘

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“Ok, your turn, Kill Bill. Two truths and a lie, go.” Tony says, referring to the fact that you fight with swords, making you roll your eyes before you join in on the laughter.

“Ok, uhm...” you try not to look at anyone so you don’t give away the answer “I have a teddy bear that I sleep with, I have bungee jumped from the top of the tower and I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss.”

You look back up to the room and wait for their guesses.

It’s a Friday night and the people that remained in the Tower for the holidays decided to have a little game night.

Every year the same people stay around, having nowhere in particular to go, and spend Christmas together.

Clint and Scott usually spend this time with their families, this year Thor decided to go to New Asgard with Bruce and Loki to visit Val and Korg, and Peter decided to spend it with aunt May and Happy.

You usually alternate between going to visit your family and staying in the tower each year, and this one was your turn to go to your first home.

You came back the day after Christmas, never being one to miss Tony’s New Year’s Eve party that’s gonna happen in two days now.

“Well, we know she has a teddy bear.” Wanda says.

“Do we know that?” Tony turns to you, narrowing his eyes. “Do you have one?”

“Yes, she does, we’ve seen it” Natasha answers for you while you glance at Bucky, praying he doesn’t put together that they’re talking about the teddy bear he gifted you for Valentine’s Day this year along with flowers.

Natasha and Wanda were more happy than you when you told them, sustaining that he did it because he liked you until you pointed out that he gave flowers to them too, because he’s sweet and a gentleman and that’s just who he is.

They wouldn’t let up on the fact that neither of them got a teddy bear though, and you would have agreed with them but Bucky never really did anything else about it so you decided to let it go and not read too much into it.

You're brought back to the present by Tony.

“Ok, so she has one. Then it’s gotta be the New Year’s kiss, everyone has had one at least once in their life,” he was looking at your reaction very closely while talking, but you did your best to keep an easy smile and not give anything away.

“Even Captain Virgin over there had one last year.” he adds vaguely waving towards Steve’s general direction.

You crack at the nickname and at the undignified sound Steve made while blushing and glancing at Nat that shared that kiss with him.

“Tony, there’s no way that she bungee jumped from the roof without us knowing, that’s gotta be the lie.” Sam interjects, also watching you closely for any signs of a reaction that you manage not to give.

“Alright, just take your guesses, people.” You say to the group.

“New Year’s Kiss.” Tony all but yelled, Natasha and Wanda agreeing with him.

“Bungee jump.” Sam says and Steve and Bucky agree, then they all seem to hold their breath as they wait for your answer.

It’s not a surprise that even these stupid little games cause a lot of competition amongst the team.

“Neither.”-you finally said and let out a laugh when they all groan in annoyance while taking their shots for guessing wrong.

“WAIT- you bungee jumped off the ROOF? When?!” Steve seems more concerned than anything.

“Well, you know a few months ago when we happened to all be on different missions at the same time?” They nod, not knowing where you're going with this “Clint and I came back first from ours, we were bored and there was no one around to stop us from doing anything stupid so…” you trail off, shrugging while laughing.

Steve looks shocked, Sam is laughing his ass off while Tony immediately goes to look for the security footage.

They all cheered while watching you throw yourself off the roof, Clint's yells and laughter could be heard, and then Steve shakes his head while joining you in the laughter when you see Clint take his turn and scream like a little girl while you fall to the ground laughing on the video.

Once you all composed yourselves, Tony pokes Wanda’s arm “I thought you said she had a teddy bear.” he's looking at her like she brought him on a treasure hunt and then betrayed him and left him for dead on a deserted island.

“She does! She got it from-” you interrupt her before she can finish the sentence, blushing a little and avoiding Bucky’s eyes.

“I do have a teddy bear, I just don’t sleep with it.” you say, shrugging.

“Oh, come on, that’s cheating!” Natasha whines.

“It’s really not, just because I do have one it doesn’t mean I didn’t tell a lie about it” you laugh at her pout.

“Wait a minute, so you’ve never had a New Year’s kiss?” Tony looks at you like you suddenly grew two heads.

“It’s not a big deal. Funny thing is, I have had boyfriends during New Year’s Eve, I just never happen to spend the day with them.” you say absentmindedly while thinking back at all the parties you’ve been to over the years to celebrate the new year.

“Really?” it's so quiet you almost missed it, your eyes snapping up to meet Bucky’s that were already looking at you.

“Is that so hard to believe?” The room seems to go quiet as everybody looks at you two, but you're too focused on each other to notice.

“I didn’t- I mean…” his cheeks started to turn a little pink as he seemed to have trouble finishing his sentence “It’s just you’re very pretty, who wouldn’t want to kiss you?”

You didn’t know what to say to that, you start blushing too while opening and closing your mouth a couple of times, looking like a damn fish.

You settle for a quiet ‘thank you’ with a smile that he shyly returns, neither of you noticing the glances passed by everyone else.

The whole team is convinced that there’s something between you and Bucky, but both of you always deny it and don’t seem to read too much into each other’s actions, always dismissing the glances and lingering touches as friendly affection even though you’re not really that close.

But really what else could it be?

The team lets the moment end and the game goes on, everyone keeps drinking and having fun until it gets really late and you all decide to call it a night.

Bucky goes to his bedroom and gets ready for sleep but he can’t seem to focus on anything else but you.

He really doesn’t understand how can anybody see your pretty self when you’ve just woken up, no makeup and your eyes full of sleep and not want to kiss you, let alone when you are all dolled up in a pretty golden dresses like you do every New Year’s.

Every year it gets harder for him not to just grab you and kiss you, hell every day is pretty much torture to see you around the Compound and not get to be with you the way he wants to.

But he has to keep his hands to himself because there’s no way you could actually like him like that.

He’s even tried to drop hints here and there like giving you the teddy bear for Valentine’s Day but, except for the cute shade of pink that your face turned, you still didn’t seem all that interested.

Still, that didn’t stop him from thinking what it would be like if you did like him and fantasize about being your first New Year’s kiss and maybe even your last first kiss.

At the same time you were in your own room getting ready for bed while your own thoughts kept going back to the moment you shared with Bucky in the living room.

You didn’t know if you were more embarrassed because you actually told the team you’ve never had a kiss on New Year’s Eve or happy because Bucky called you pretty.

If it was anyone else you wouldn’t even think twice about it, but coming from him it just felt like you were being complimented for the first time ever.

Everytime you thought about it you felt all warm and fuzzy inside, and at this point the moment was pretty much on loop in your mind.

The more you think about it the more you feel your face heat up, sleep not coming easily as you slip into Bucky filled dreams.

The next day everybody’s hanging out in the living room, most of them nursing a hangover from last night. You get ready for a last minute shopping trip to try and find a new dress for New Year’s Eve.

When you get to the living room you see Steve grinning at a disgruntled Tony, Wanda, Sam and Natasha who are obviously very hangover and nowhere near as amused as the blonde supersoldier.

Bucky’s attention is on you as soon as you're in his field of vision and no one fails to notice it, except you of course, your own attention on Wanda and Natasha sprawled on the couch.

“Well, I was gonna ask you if you wanted to come shopping with me,” you start watching from one to the other, as amused as Steve at everyone’s inability to contain themselves when drinking. “but I don’t think that’s happening.”

“Bite me, YLN.” Is all Nat says.

Wanda, on the other hand, is a little gentler. “I can come with you, if you want.” she says sweetly.

“That’s okay, Wands.” you smile at her “just rest and drink lots of water.”

You turn around, saying bye to everyone and making your way out. As soon as the doors of the elevator close, everyone turns to Bucky that's not even pretending not to be staring anymore.

Not that anyone could ignore the longing look on Bucky’s face as he watches you walk away.

“Buck,” Steve starts talking, glancing at everyone before setting his gaze back on his best friend. “we need to talk.”

“Okay…” he slowly drags out, unsure if he even wants Steve to keep going.

“Well, we’ve been noticing some things lately…” He’s unsure of how to say this. “Between you and Y/N.”

Bucky’s cheeks start to turn a slight shade of pink, but he’s still not sure where Steve’s going with this so he says nothing.

“So we thought” he gestures around at everybody. “that maybe we should-”

“We know you like her, and we want to help you get with her.” Tony interrupts Steve, quickly getting to the point.

At Steve’s glare, Tony merely raises his hands in surrender saying, “Listen, Capsicle, I’m way too hungover to take the panoramic route. Let’s just get this over with.”

“Yeah, Stark’s right.” Sam says, turning Bucky whose face is fully red now. “You have a weak ass game, man. Let us help you.”

They all look at the brunette supersoldier while waiting for his answer. He chews on his lip while looking at the expectant faces of his friends, before letting out a deep sigh.

“How would you even help me?” He says quietly, neither accepting nor denying their help just yet.

“Well, we know Y/N,” Wanda says.

“Yeah, we can tell you what turns her on.” Natasha smirked, before Wanda flicks her ear making her let out an ‘ow’ with a slight pout.

“What she means is,” she glares at Natasha “we can tell you what she likes, you know. Maybe help you get closer to her.”

Bucky shakes his head lightly “This is not a good idea. And it doesn’t even matter if she doesn’t like me.”

Wanda and Natasha seem to have a silent conversation, ending with Natasha raising her eyebrow at Wanda and Wanda just sighing with a soft ‘fine’.

“She does like you.” Wanda turns back to Bucky.

“She’s just convinced that you don’t like her like that.” Natasha says with a roll of her eyes.

Bucky still wasn’t completely convinced, but he agreed nonetheless. Maybe it was the glimmer of hope the girls gave him, but if there was even the slightest chance you could actually like him, he owed it to himself to try.

So he let the team make a plan to get you guys together, hoping to god he wouldn’t come to regret it.

You come home a few hours later, super excited to have found the perfect dress for the party the next night.

Bucky thought you were just so cute, all smiles and giggles.

Wanda and Nat talked you into having the last girls night of the year, although it didn’t really take much convincing.

And so the plan begins.

You’re relaxing on your bed, Wanda lying next to you, your head on her lap, and Nat sprawled on the love seat near the window close to your bed.

You’re wearing bathrobes, sheet masks on your faces as you watch a cheesy romcom that you’re so embarrassingly into you don’t even notice the girls exchange a look and nod at each other.

Wanda clears her throat and then begins talking, as casually as she can. “So, how come you never told us you never had a New Year’s kiss?”

They had to approach the subject somehow, right?

“I don’t know,” you say absentmindedly and then shrug, your attention still on the Tv. “didn’t think it was important.”

“Sure it isn’t.” Nat said, and her tone took your attention away from the movie for the first time since it started.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Tasha?” she simply shrugs, an innocent look in the face.

“It doesn’t mean anything” she says, her attention seemingly on the movie “I mean, if it doesn’t bother you, it doesn’t bother me.”

“Why would it bother me?” you frown, you don't understand what's so weird about this.

“Well, some people might find it a little…” Wanda trails off.

“Sad?” Natasha ends for her.

“It’s not like I’ve never kissed anyone.” you're starting to get a little defensive.

“We know that, sweetie.” Wanda coos, stroking your hair while you look up at her.

“We really didn’t mean anything by it.” Natasha ends, giving you an apologetic look.

“Yeah, whatever.” is all you say, and you turn your eyes back to the tv, your attention nowhere near it.

Natasha and Wanda can basically hear the gears turn in your head and give each other one last glance.

Part one of the plan is complete.

The next day goes through like usual, the team spending basically the whole morning together.

It’s a tradition, having the last breakfast of the year together, watching the last movie, having the last lunch and so on. Doing all the lasts together.

It’s silly, but it’s a tradition you've all come to be very fond of.

The afternoon comes and you and the girls spend it getting ready for the party, last night’s conversation almost forgotten.

Almost.

As you got to the party the music was deafening before you even stepped out of the elevator and, once you did, you were immediately immersed in a sea of perfume and cologne and, like every other Stark party extravaganza, you didn’t know about 98% of the people there.

You quickly find the team, as outgoing as most of them are, you usually spend most of the night together because it’s the last night of the year, last party and, again, it's your tradition.

You talk, you joke, you laugh but the more you drink the more you keep thinking about your conversation with the girls last night.

Was it really that sad that you’ve never started a new year with a kiss?

Midnight came sooner than you would’ve liked and your teammates decide to ask you a sobering question.

“So, who are you kissing?” Tony asks very casually.

You turn around confused, the team’s eyes all on you. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, nobody told you?” Sam says, looking around him “We’re all kissing someone tonight.”

“I- You- What?” you glance towards Bucky so quickly he almost thought he imagined it.

“Well, Romanoff is kissing Rogers, I’m obviously kissing Pepper and Wanda is kissing Wilson.” Tony said, before specifying while pointing at the last two “As friends, obviously.”

“So, you’re all kissing someone?” You look at everyone except the one person you actually want to look at.

Something inside of you just believes that he would nod too and a beautiful woman that you could never compare to would appear at his side.

“Well,” Steve starts. “not all of us…”

He trails off and, following his gaze, you land on the very pair of blue eyes you were trying to avoid.

Suddenly everyone else scatters and it was just you and Bucky. You don't know what to say, but you feel like you can't look away from him now.

What the hell is happening to you?

You’re talking before you can even stop yourself “You know, we could also kiss. As friends.” you add, realizing what you just said, your eyes wide with your own surprise.

He’s about to say something, but you don’t give him a chance to get a sound out before you’re backtracking so fast you might actually fall out the window.

“You don’t have to. Obviously. It’s not like I’d make you.” you chuckled awkwardly, but you can’t stop yourself from rambling “Unless you wanted to. But why would you want to? It’s not like you’re missing anything. I’m not anything special.”

You can hear the countdown starting, but it sounds distant to your ears as your heart pounds faster. “I mean, I’m sure you’re a good kisser. Why wouldn’t you be? Not that you’re like a lady’s man.”

Bucky glances around him, the team giving him encouraging looks as they near zero and you just keep going “But like you were, you know. Not that it’s a bad thi-”

You're thankfully interrupted abruptly by Bucky’s lips on yours just as everyone yells ‘Happy New Year’ and gold and black confetti starts falling down on you.

You can't even begin to comprehend what's happening but your body does, kissing him back almost immediately.

It feels like forever and also too soon when he pulls away, you can't even hearing the chaos around you anymore.

All that exists is you and Bucky and his eyes and his arms around your waist and yours around his neck and his lips that you wanted to kiss again and kiss forever and never stop.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that” he says after a few seconds. Or maybe days. Weeks? Hours? It doesn’t matter.

All that matters is the bright smile he gives you when you say “Me too.”

He kisses you again, but this time the spell is broken by the team’s whistles and cheers.

When you pull away you’re both blushing a little, you glance around you and see all the smug faces of the idiots you love to death, Bucky’s attention never leaving you.

“And by the way,” Bucky says, gaining your attention once more. “you have more qualities than you think,” he then pointed at your chest “You have this.”

You looked down to where he was pointing before saying “I do have great tits, yes.”

When you looked back at him he was blushing even harder and looked like he was having a hard time maintaining eye contact, while you were more relaxed now that the kiss took away all the awkwardness, but trying hard not to laugh.

“... I meant heart” he said after a few moments of silence.

“Either or.” you answered, shrugging and when you heard the snickers of the team around you, you couldn’t help but join them, followed by a still blushing Bucky.

Yep, this year is definitely gonna be an interesting one.

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𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

You and Steve were just chilling on the sofa watching some older movies Steve enjoyed, the air was calm, the days were usually like this. Just you and your best friend, laughing loudly not a care in the world, sitting too close for just friends, but neither of you ever minded. Steve turns to you and smiles, his sweet boyish smile throwing you for a loop as it usually does "You know, I do kind of think Thor has a crush on you," he laughs. "Would you consider going out with him, or...?" Here we go again…

The abrupt comment catches me way off guard, I choke on my water trying to catch my breath before meeting Steve’s blue eyes, crinkled at the corner from laughing at me. “no…no, he’s not…my type.” I say choosing my words carefully, it’s not that Thor isn’t attractive or anything, he’s just not…Steve. His smile widens mischievously, "Not your type? So, who is your type then?" He teases, his eyes glinting with unspoken questions. He sits up straighter on the sofa, giving you his full attention.

You’re my type, you. You’ve always been my type. That stupid smug smirk on your face, your beautiful blue eyes, your manners, how much of a gentleman you are, the way you make me smile knowing I’m in a bad mood, the small acts of kindness that you don’t think affect me but, god.. everything about you screams my type. I shrug my shoulders, “You know I don’t always go for looks, I go for personality, manners…” I trial off as our “conversation” is cut short when Tony walks into the living room, a sly smirk playing on his lips “what’s up lovebirds.”

I chuckle softly before rising to my feet, “I guess it’s time for the mission.” Steve chuckles and shakes his head slightly, amused by Tony's interruption. He stands up as well, stretching his muscular arms above his head. "Always ready for action, aren't we Stark?" He glances back at you, his expression softening. I meet his eyes my gaze softening immediately, those eyes…those beautiful eyes. Always making me melt whenever I gaze into them subconsciously, the ones that soften ever so slightly whenever they land on mine. “unfortunately.” I mumble my lips curling into a smile. Steve's smile broadens at your mumble, clearly amused and perhaps a bit touched by your readiness. He moves closer, lowering his voice so only you can hear. "You know, sometimes I think Tony's a bit jealous of our bond." I chuckle softly my eyes flickering to glance at Tony, a smug smirk playing on his lips, “definitely.” I whisper back.

We arrive on the streets of New York seeing a bunch of agents? not sure to be honest, I wasn’t really listening to Tony, all I heard was blah blah fight blah blah focus blah blah don’t die. Leaving the jet, I glance around looking for Steve, sadly were separated for this mission, cockblocking ass Stark. I spot him near Natasha, skipping my way over to them, “Let’s try not to get injured this fight, I wanna have a movie night!” Natasha and Steve chuckle agreeing before we all split up going to our designated spots. The fight starts and it’s going smoothly, bad guys dropping left and right around me, until I feel a sharp pain in my side making me wince. I reach back tossing the guy over my shoulder using the strength I had left, throwing a knife gifted to me from Natasha right into his cranium, not enough to kill him but enough to injure him badly. I limp over pulling my knife out tucking it back in my belt. “can I get some help over here…for fucks sake.” I say over coms, wincing slightly as the adrenaline comes down finally letting me feel the pain of the wound.

As soon as he hears your call for help, Steve's head snaps in your direction. His heart races with worry as he sees you limping and clutching your side. He quickly dispatches the remaining enemies near him with lightning-fast moves, his shield deflecting their attacks with ease. His voice comes back urgent but gentle over the comms. "Stay with me. I'm almost there." unable to walk any further on my own, I rest on a nearby car letting out a breath of relief. “hey if I bleed out over here, Natasha clear my search history and tell Tony I hate him.” I mumble into the coms laughing softly. Steve always did admire your humor, the way you could have anyone, even the coldest person laughing, he chucked softly into the coms, your lips quirking into a smile hearing his smile through the coms.

In just a few seconds, he's by your side, one hand pressing firmly against your wound to slow the bleeding. I lift my shirt revealing the wound, it’s not too deep but it’s definitely bleeding a great amount. “talk to me Rogers, how bad is it.” I say trying to steady my breathing. His brows furrow as he examines the wound. He can see it's not life-threatening, but it's deep enough to need stitches. He looks up at you, his expression serious. "It's not good. You're gonna need stitches." I groan at the thought of having to get stitches again, I should’ve killed that bastard. Steve lifts me up wrapping his arm around my waist to steady me as my arms rests on his shoulders. As we board the jet I rest my head on his shoulder, I flutter my eyes closed feeling weak. Next thing I know, I’m in my room tucked comfortably in my bed and to my surprise steve is sitting right next to me.

He raises a glass of water to your lips. "Here, take small sips. You passed out on the way back." His voice is gentle but firm. "The doc patched you up. Nine stitches this time, Miss 'I can handle anything'." Seriously, nine?! I groan once again, definitely should’ve killed that bastard. “thanks Steve.” I whisper before taking a few sips of the water, setting it beside me. “how long was I out?” Smiles slightly at your familiar tone, "Only a few hours. The others wanted me to check in on you. Tasha's already threatening to break into your search history." He adjusts the blanket around you, his expression filled with genuine concern. I let out a soft laugh despite the pain in my side, “thank you, again.” I whisper, he tilts his head at me a small smile forming on his lips

He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "Anytime hun. You know that." His voice is soft, almost gentle, and for a moment, he just looks at you, his blue eyes filled with a warmth and affection that he rarely lets show. my eyes linger on his for a moment longer. I chuckle softly shaking my head slowly, “don’t look at me like that.” I whisper, I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks but I refuse to break eye contact, afraid to ruin the moment. His lips twitch into a small, amused smile as he catches the blush creeping along your cheeks. "Like what?" He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Like I'm relieved you're okay?" I shake my head no, he knows what he’s doing, “nevermind…” I trail off letting out a deep breath, Jesus…does he know what he does to me? or is he really this innocent?

He tilts his head, the smile fading as he notices the effect his gaze is having on you. He leans back, giving you some space, but his hand rests lightly on the blanket near yours. "I know I can be... naive sometimes. But I'm not blind." His words send chills down my spine, the hair on my arms raising. I mimic his head tilt, my hand inching closer to his desperate for the heat radiating off of it. “tell me rogers…what do see?” I bite the inside of my lip nervously, just tell him, this is the perfect moment, don’t screw it up. His eyes trace the movement of your fingertips as they inch closer, a slight tremor in his breath betraying his own growing intensity. "I see someone who's fierce, yet fragile. Someone who puts others before themselves, even when it means putting their own wellbeing at risk."

I flash him a small smile, my mind races to our conversation earlier the smile fading just as quickly as it appeared, “my type…tall, handsome, polite, a real gentlemen, older…” I laugh softly, “wears a star…proudly, always knows how to make me laugh, makes me feel comfortable,” I glance over at him, “are you getting the jest of it?” He chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He reaches out, his fingers gently brushing against yours in a brief, electric touch. "I think I'm getting the picture, yeah." His voice is low, filled with a quiet understanding. I shake my head once again, pressing my tongue to the roof of my mouth, “then why haven’t you done anything stevie?” I say teasingly, my hand covering his slowly, the touch sending chills up my arm.

He looks down at your hand covering his, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your knuckles. "Maybe I'm waiting for a sign. Or maybe I'm just an idiot who's too scared to make a move." He laughs nervously, his eyes searching yours. I raise an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto my lips as the sweet words leave his lips, “now would be…perfect.” I whisper. Sitting up slowly but surely, I hand my feet off the side of my bed, now facing Steve completely. His breath catches slightly at your words, his eyes darkening with a mix of desire and hesitation. He slowly leans in a bit closer, his free hand gently cupping your cheek. "You're injured..." He whispers, though his voice indicates he's slowly losing his better judgment.

With a roll of my eyes, I tilt my head furrowing my brows, all these excuses, I’ve always told him he was terrible at making them, “I have to do everything myself, don’t I?” pulling steve by his arm I catch his lips in a swift soft kiss, I can feel my stomach turning as our lips dance together. His initial hesitation melts away as you pull him into the kiss, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. He kisses you back softly, gently, as if he's savoring the moment. my forehead rests against his, my lips tingling from the kiss seconds ago. I completely forgot about my injury, my mind only focused on the proximity.

His fingers gently trace your jawline, a small smile playing on his lips. "I've wanted to do that for..." He pauses, chuckles softly. "Well, longer than I'd like to admit." His voice carries a mix of tenderness and desire. Breaking this kiss momentarily, his lips resting against your lips, "Does this mean you’re not going on a date with Thor...?" As the words leave’s his lips, his face moves away from mine slowly in a joking manner, my hand catches his jaw stopping him, desperate for the feeling of his lips against mine, “shut up and kiss me again.” I whisper my lips curling into a soft smile, his lips meeting yours once more, this time deeper, more insistent. His hand tightens around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

#fanfic #reading #writers on tumblr #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x you #idiots in love #friends to lovers #fluff

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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 10 days ago

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Moody Bucky -Oneshot

@imagine-all-the-fandoms informed me that I missed posting this one! I'm so sorry to those of you who were excited to read it, I got bogged down with requests and it got lost in the shuffle. Here you go!

Word count: 2684

“Yeah, yeah sounds good. See you Saturday,” Y/N replied before hanging up the phone.

“What’s that smile for?” Natasha asked, walking into Y/N’s room.

“Jesus! Nat, quit being a spy for one day, please?” Y/N gasped, her hand resting over her rapidly beating heart. “My heart can’t handle it.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Who was that?”

“His name is Lars,” Y/N smiled. “He’s one of the Asgardian recruits that Thor brought in from New Asgard. We kinda ran into each other a week ago after training.”

“Lars,” Natasha cocked an eyebrow at her. “He’s cute. But then again, all Asgardians are beautiful.”

“True,” Y/N laughed.

“What about Bucky?” Natasha asked with narrowed eyes.

Y/N sighed at that. She had had a major crush on Bucky for a while now. He was the one she really wanted, but after a year and a half of unrequited feelings she was tired. She felt like she had dropped some flirtatious hints to him while they worked together, and at times he would pick up the crumb and flirt back, while other times he was a perfectly polite gentleman. He never pushed for anything more than friendship, and she didn’t want to ruin that friendship and work camaraderie with her silly little crush, so she didn’t push either. “I’ve got to get over that, Nat,” Y/N said quietly, looking down at her phone in her hands.

Nat sighed as well, moving to sit next to her. “He likes you, too, you know. He just doesn’t know how to go about it.”

“You keep saying that, but nothing has changed,” Y/N said, giving her an unimpressed look. “If he really likes me and wants me, then he would have done something about it by now. I’m not going to wait around forever. I deserve more, don’t I?”

“You do,” Natasha nodded. “If you like this Lars guy, then go for it. Even if it doesn’t work out, it’ll be a nice distraction.”

Y/N huffed a laugh.

***

“She’s got a date,” Natasha said flippantly as she passed by Bucky in the hallway.

“What?” Bucky asked, looking at her confusedly.

“Y/N has a date, this Saturday,” Natasha said, looking back at him. “With an Asgardian.” Bucky’s eyes widened at her. “You waited too long,” Natasha shrugged. “She deserves to be loved, Barnes. If you won’t give her that, she’ll find it elsewhere.” She gave him a tight smile then turned and walked away.

Bucky exhaled sharply. You waited too long. The words rattled around in his brain. Had he really waited too long? He had a sneaking suspicion that maybe Y/N reciprocated his feelings, but he was too afraid to do anything about it. Potential rejection and ruining a good friendship held him back, but now…was he actually losing her?

***

Y/N adjusted her dress for the millionth time that night. It fit her well, accentuating all the right places, the color complimenting her skin tone beautifully. She was wearing much more makeup and had her hair done up more than she ever normally would. She looked herself over in the mirror again, then sighed and grabbed her small purse. “Chill out,” she whispered to herself. Y/N walked out of her room, her heels clicking against the floor as she headed towards the living room she had to pass through to get to the elevator. When she entered everyone’s eyes were on her.

Sam let out a wolf whistle. “Goddamn, Y/L/N, you’re looking good,” he said in a suggestive tone. “You clean up nicely.”

Y/N blushed and Steve stood up from his spot on the couch next to Sam and approached her. “You look beautiful,” he complimented her, giving her a side hug.

Natasha joined him and took her hand. “Give us a twirl,” she teased, raising their conjoined hands and turning her. Y/N giggled as she circled herself around, posing with her foot popped up behind her when she was done.

“Get you some Asgardian ass!” Peter piped up from the corner of the room. “Show him what we Midgardians can do!”

Y/N blushed and covered her face with her hand as everyone laughed. “Stop it, you guys,” she murmured. “Thank you.”

“Doesn’t she look great, Buck?” Natasha asked with a teasing tone, arching her eyebrow as she looked behind Y/N into the kitchen off to the side of the living room.

Y/N turned to look at Bucky. His eyes were wide as he looked at her from head to toe, pausing particularly along her curves. He swallowed harshly and blinked, a slight frown marring his face. “Yeah,” he agreed, shooting a dagger-filled look at Natasha. He softened as he looked back at Y/N. “You look amazing, doll,” he complimented her. He gave her a tight smile, then hung his head and quickly left the kitchen, marching down the hallway to his bedroom where he closed the door soundly. Everyone watched him leave with a frown.

Y/N sighed quietly. “I um…I think I forgot something. Thanks everybody,” she said, quickly walking back down the hallway. They all said farewell to her as she made her way toward her room, but then looked back to make sure no one was watching her as she veered to Bucky’s door. She stared at his door for a minute, trying to get the courage to knock. She pulled out her phone and texted Lars before putting it on silent and pocketing it, then knocking on Bucky’s door.

She heard shuffling and then Bucky opened the door. He looked dejected until he saw it was her, then his face quickly changed into a pleasant smile. “Oh, hey doll,” he said quickly. “I thought you were leaving?”

“Can I come in?” Y/N asked.

“Uh, sure,” Bucky said with a slight frown. He opened the door wider and stepped back, and she walked inside. As he closed the door behind her she stood awkwardly near the edge of his bed. She had been in his room multiple times, whether for a movie night, random hang outs or helping him through another nightmare. Now it seemed formidable as she steeled herself for his response. “What’s up?” he asked, looking almost anywhere but at her.

Y/N inhaled deeply. “Can you be honest with me?” she asked. Bucky’s gaze snapped to her, his frown deepening. “Tell me right now why you don’t want me to go on this date, and I won’t go,” she said, gulping at the tremble in her voice.

Bucky shook his head. “I…I don’t…I didn’t say that–”

“You didn’t have to,” Y/N breathed. She walked closer to him until she was almost toe-to-toe with him, looking up at him with longing and hope. “Tell me you don’t want me to go.”

His mouth slightly dropped, his gaze flickering around her face. “I…I don’t want you to go on the date,” he rushed out.

“Why?” Y/N pressed him.

Bucky blinked rapidly. “Because you…you’re…” he sighed and closed his eyes. “Because I want you to be mine.”

“Look at me,” Y/N whispered. He slowly opened his eyes. “Say it again.”

Bucky bit his lip then inhaled deeply. He slowly leaned his head down until his forehead rested against her forehead. “I want you to be mine,” he whispered.

“Then ask me,” Y/N whispered back with a small smirk on her face.

Bucky huffed a laugh, his hands grabbing her hands and holding her fingers loosely. “Will you be mine, Y/N?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” she replied, her smile widening.

Bucky smiled back. “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it,” he said.

“I’m sorry it took me so long, too,” Y/N said.

He nuzzled her nose. “You do look amazing, by the way,” he said, his gaze slipping down her body appreciatively. “Too bad it wasn’t for me.”

“Oh please,” Y/N rolled her eyes at his moody cheekiness. “Whose fault is that?”

“Mine,” Bucky chuckled. His fingers moved up her arms, until he reached the dress straps on her shoulders. He slowly pushed one down so it hung loosely on her arm, then leaned forward and kissed her naked shoulder. “I’m pretty sure you were thinking of me, though.”

“So what if I was?” Y/N teased.

Bucky pouted against her skin. “You like torturing me, don’t you doll?”

“Maybe a little bit,” Y/N said. “I mean, I could text him, send him a picture of my dress–”

Bucky nipped at her skin and growled. His metal hand wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her against him, his flesh hand gripping her hip. “You wouldn’t dare,” he hissed, his flesh hand traveling down to her ass and giving it a quick slap that had her gasping. “I don’t share.”

“Neither do I,” Y/N huffed, her hands gripping his shirt tightly.

“You better call and cancel with him,” Bucky snarled in her ear. “‘Cause I’m not letting you leave my room for the next few days…if ever.”

“Already did,” Y/N smirked.

He laughed against her neck before pulling back and looking at her. “Careful, doll, or you’re gonna make me fall in love even deeper than I already am.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at that piece of information. “I love you, too, Buck,” she said sincerely.

Bucky’s eyes softened and he smiled before finally kissing her gently. She kissed him back fervently, angling her head to deepen the kiss as her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping his face pulled down to hers. It quickly became passionate, Bucky’s hands kneading her ass then leaning down to pull and pick her up by her thighs. Y/N yelped against his mouth as he started lifting her dress with one hand while the other kept her positioned around his waist, her legs crossed tight behind him. He got the dress off before laying her down on the bed, his lips barely leaving her skin.

When he pulled back he looked down to find her bare breasts, a thin thong barely covering her pussy. “Fucking hell, doll,” he murmured. “What were you hoping for tonight, huh?” His possessiveness returned, making his eyes darken again. “Was this for him?”

“Who?” Y/N asked, biting back a smile.

A low rumble came from Bucky’s chest. “You’re just a little tease, aren’t you?” he asked, his flesh hand slapping at the side of her ass.

“Sometimes,” Y/N shrugged.

Bucky’s finger dipped below the string of her thong on her hip and started pulling it off. He threw it off to the side and dipped that same finger in between her legs, feeling how wet she was already. “You’re soaking, doll,” he cooed at her. “Who made you this wet?” Before she could answer, his hand slapped her pussy lightly, making her gasp in surprise, looking at him incredulously. “Was it him?” he arched an eyebrow at her.

“No,” Y/N whispered. “It was you.”

He slapped her pussy again, tearing a cry from her lips. “Who was that? I didn’t hear you,” he said with a playful grin.

“You!” Y/N yelped. “Only you!”

“That’s fucking right,” Bucky grunted, then rubbed at her clit in fast circles with his middle and pointer finger. Y/N tensed at the pleasure that zinged through her pelvis from his actions, her eyes screwed shut as she let out a shuddering breath. He leaned over her again, kissing up from her breasts to her neck where he sucked at her skin, leaving bruises blooming in his wake. “Nobody else can make you feel like this, can they?” he asked, his teeth scraping against the column of her throat.

“Nobody,” Y/N moaned as his fingers started flicking her clit instead of rubbing. “Shit! Just like that! Bucky…baby…”

“Oooh I like baby,” he chuckled against her skin, licking up her jaw. “What else do you wanna call me?”

“Anything,” Y/N hiccuped, her hips gyrating against his hand. “I’ll call you anything you want, just please let me cum!”

He slapped her pussy again, making her squeal. “I asked you a question,” he said.

“Bucky…baby…handsome…fuck, honey, love, daddy!” she yelled.

Bucky chuckled again. “Wow, never been called ‘daddy’ before,” he smirked down at her. “Say it again.”

Y/N’s eyes pleaded with him. “D-daddy…please…”

Bucky eyelids fluttered at the pet name. “Yes, babydoll?”

Y/N squirmed at the new version of ‘doll,’ loving how he was playing into the pet names. “Please! Daddy please, make me cum!” she begged.

“I’ve got you, babydoll,” he groaned, then his fingers pinched her clit.

Y/N gasped and whimpered until after a few precise flicks she finally came with a loud moan. Her legs were shaking as she panted and eventually came down from the high of her orgasm. “Fuck…” she sighed.

“Good girl, Y/N,” Bucky praised her, kissing her cheek sweetly. “Do we need a condom?” She shook her head, unable to fully form words. “Thank god,” he said, then suddenly sat up straight and manhandled her until she was laying on her stomach. He spread her legs and lifted her hips so she was up on her knees, her face down in the blanket. He slapped her ass multiple times, massaging the sting, before she felt the tip of his cock slip through her lower lips. She hadn’t even heard him taking his clothes off, and she gripped the pillows by her head as she prepared for his cock. “Ready doll?” he asked.

“Yes Daddy,” Y/N mumbled. Her hips slightly jiggled and moved back towards him, making the tip of his cock push into her.

“Fuck yeah, you want my cock, babydoll?” he groaned, gripping her hips. “Say it.”

“I want your cock,” Y/N breathed. She was still so turned on and lightheaded from her first orgasm and his possessive, rougher treatment that she didn’t even know she liked until now. “Please give me your cock, Daddy.”

Bucky moaned and finally started pushing into her. They both gasped at the feeling, Y/N whimpering as he continued to push in, large and overwhelming her tight pussy. “Holy fuck, so tight,” Bucky huffed. “I’m not gonna be able to stop, Y/N.”

“I don’t want you to,” Y/N said, trying to look back at him. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

“Jesus Christ!” Bucky whimpered, then slammed his hips into her, making her scream. He set a punishing pace, the skin slapping against skin echoing in his room between his grunts and her whimpers. Within just a few minutes his grip became bruising as he chased his release. “I’m gonna cum, babydoll.”

“Please…”

“Gonna fill you up…”

“Fuck yes.”

“Then I’ll fuck you again. And again. Mark you from the inside out, so he knows you’re mine.”

“Yes Daddy!”

“That’s right, scream my name. Make everybody know you’re mine! Let them know who’s fucking you this good!”

Y/N came again at his command, screaming his name as her pussy clamped down around him, her entire body shaking. Bucky was right behind her, her pussy milking him of everything he had, cumming with a shout and falling on top of her. They shivered against each other, his panted breaths fanning her neck and his hair tickling her ear as she twitched from the aftershocks.

“Damn, babydoll,” Bucky breathed after a few minutes. He lifted himself and slowly pulled out of her. Y/N groaned at the loss of his fullness. Bucky lay next to her and pulled her in to snuggle against his side. He brushed her hair from her face with his fingers and stared at her adoringly. “Hey,” he said quietly.

“Hey,” she whispered, smiling at him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concern flashing in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I got carried away–”

“I’m fine, Buck,” Y/N giggled. “Great, actually…Daddy.”

“Don’t start yet,” Bucky narrowed his eyes at her. “Let me recover first.”

She giggled again. “So jealous and moody,” she teased.

Bucky grinned proudly. “Only for you, doll.”

#marvel #bucky barnes #smut #bucky barnes x reader #ask #request #anon ask #oneshot #bucky barnes oneshot

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recreationalfanfics · 2 years ago

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Hi there, can you please do Yandere Thor, Poseidon, Loki and possibly Hercules to Female Yoriichi Reader? The creator of the Sun Breathing and the other Breathing Forms, who always has a solemn expression and is known as the Strongest Demon Slayer to ever exist (She has access to the Transparent World and can use the Selfless State) but despite this she’s incredibly humble seeing herself as just another human and not even special, despite her extraordinary skills

Yoriichi gave Muzan such severe PTSD from 400 YEARS ago that his Upper Moons will go through his trauma just from seeing TANJIRO (And it’s STILL severely traumatic to him 😂)

Yandere Shiva, Loki, Buddha and Hercules with Female Tengen Uzui Reader from KNY? How do you think they would react to Reader calling herself ‘Goddess of Festivals/Flashiness’ and calling others (Even GODS) ‘Trash’ and having 3 HUSBANDS 💀

Sorry if this is a lot! I just think Demon Slayer Characters are super cool, especially the Hashiras (The Swordsmith Village Arc is going to be released sometime in April! 🥹🤩)

Thor, Poseidon, and Loki + Fem! Yoriichi Tsugikuni! Reader:

One of these three gods stands on one side of the arena, their grand entrance causing a ruckus of enthusiastic roars and cheers from the side of the gods while the humans side shook with terror. They look at the other side, confident and ready to see the pitiful mortal that Brunhilde had served to them on a silver platter. It was a woman.

She makes no flashy entrance, her clothes are rather average, and her face does not seem scared but nor does it seem too cocky. Her (e/c) eyes are serene and her (h/c) hair was rather average looking. She was a regular looking human, nothing special. Aside from the strange looking birthmark on her left eye.

"AND IF YOU LOOK OVER FOLKS, THE NEXT FOOL WHO WILL BE CHALLENGING THE GODS IS A SWORDSWOMAN WHO DOMINATED THE SENGOKU ERA-"

"Please." The (h/c) haired woman interrupts, Heimdall goes silent and so does everyone else, unsheathing her sword, she looks at Heimdall with a composed look on her face, it was not unkind, "I do not need such an introduction. I am a human like the rest of my kind."

She then gets into her defensive stance and narrows her eyes at her divine opponent.

"And I shall do whatever it takes to save them."

The god you're against either glares at you, smiles at you, or raises an eyebrow at you. Either way, Heimdall recovers his voice:

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, (Y/N) (L/N), THE SUN BREATHING SWORD ARTIST AND MOTHER OF ALL BREATHING METHODS. NIGHTMARE OF MUZAN KIBUTSUJI AND THE STRONGEST HASHIRA HUMANITY HAS KNOWN!"

"So that's who you are," the God thinks to himself as you maintain unbreakable eye contact, "that hardly matters."

Yandere! Thor:

- Thor doesn't think much of you when you step into the arena, not because you're a human, but because he has yet to see you fight. You seem unfazed by him but he doesn't truly know that for sure. You are not unattractive but you're nothing special in his eyes.

- What a fool he was, because the moment the battle begins, he sees that you aren't just beautiful, you're absolutely heavenly. When you take your first breath, you take away his as large solar fires soon appear around you and you make your attack.

"What is this?" He asks himself in his head, using his Mjölnir to block another close sneak attack blow from your sword. The clashing of your weapon and his own makes his heart do flips in his chest, "Why...why do I feel like this?"

You then decided to be bold and you quickly, nearly teleported with the speed you were going, appear in front of him and your eyes glint, reflecting off your blade as you try to slash him. His eyes soften when they see you and his blood thirsty smile softens as your eyes lock onto his. There was fire in your eyes...no...the sun itself glowed in them. Powerful, burning, yet composed.

"What has she done to me?" He thinks, and you're not sure if it's from the intensity of the battle but his cheeks appear to be dusted the lightest color of pink.

- Your fight ends in a draw, the both of are so tired that you neither of you can move a muscle. Both God's and Humans are shocked at the results but Thor couldn't be happier.

- He just found his soulmate, he thinks to himself as you try to use your sword to get up and fight him again. His smile turns into a loving one as you struggle to get close to him, not that he can judge since he can also barely move, and he loves it! In fact, he now knows that he loves you.

- You will be his! You have to be, surely you were created to match him in power and strength because you were meant to be with him. After being fixed up and bandaged, he must seek you out, he must find you!

- Since then, the God of Thunder has been keeping his eye on you, his beautiful Sun. How you appear unreadable at first but if someone truly read you, truly attempted to understand what a complex and beautiful person you are like Thor has; they can see that you're more than a human...You're humble, you're kind, and you're dutiful. Honorable like him and share the same values, this only seals your fate to him even more.

- Odin notices how during other God's battles that his son scans the human's side, his eyes desperately searching for someone in the crowd. Thor knows for a fact that you always come to watch your fellow Human's matches in person and when his eyes land on you, that adrenaline kicks in and Loki and Odin stare at him as a smile grows on his face.

- He does this every match, but even then, the time between matches is too long for him to see you again. He searches for you, Brunhilde having to confront him as she reminds him that the HUMAN champions reside here but he ignores her the moment he sees you walk down the hallway. He follows you quickly like how the moon chases the sun.

- You turn and see him and you politely bow your head to him. He frowns a bit in dissaproval, how could you bow your head to him as if he were a stranger, surely you had to feel the same feelings he was after your battle. How you two danced a brutal yet beautiful dance of life and death. You stare at each other for a bit before you muster a kind yet small smile, "I look forward to our rematch." and as a result, he nods with his usual stoic demeanor and you turn and walk to your room. Yes, he can't wait for your rematch either.

- Because one the day it takes place, Heimdall shocks everyone with his newest announcement.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO THE FIRST RAGNAROK REMATCH OF THR GOD OF THUNDER VS. THE LADY OF THE SUN. EXCEPT, THE CONDITIONS ARE DIFFERENT THIS TIME."

- You don't like the way the red-haired God smiles at you, it feels smug and ominous, and you paitently wait to hear this last minute change.

"IN THE CASE THAT OUR ESTEEMED PRINCE OF ASGARD WINS, HE HAS REQUESTED THAT INSTEAD OF SENDING (Y/N) TO NIFLHIEM THAT SHE IS TO BELONG TO HIM INSTEAD."

- You look at Brunhilde, who looks away shamefully and can not meet your gaze, and then you look at Thor. Who looks a lot more motivated to beat you this time.

Yandere! Poseidon:

- He wanted to roll his eyes when you interrupted him. What right did you have to act so humble? You're a human, what could you possibly have to be humble about? Being a mere ant he steps on on a daily basis?

- Fine, if you want a wake up call, he'll give you one. He waits for you to strike, it wouldn't hurt to give you an advantage since there's no way something as insignificant as you can beat him. Until you grip your nichirin blade and take a deep breath, suddenly the water arena evaporates into steam as intense flames surround you...no, not mere flames. It felt like the sun itself.

- You use the steam to sneak and attack the God, whose now even more annoyed than ever. Smoke and mirrors, that's all it was. Poseidon REFUSES to allow you to think you have an advantage and tries to kill you with his strongest attacks but even then, its not enough.

A draw, your battle ended in a draw. He can't believe it, as he kneels down on one leg bleeding and holding onto his trident for support as you pant heavily on the other side, your throat burning but you still have the bright gaze in your eyes, the eyes of someone who just humbled a God. He was in denial at first, then he was angry. Destroying everything in sight at the humiliation he faced at your hand. He knew you two were set for a rematch BUT HE NEEDED VENGANCE FOR HIS SCORNED PRIDE NOW. Looking for you all around heaven, he threatened and interrogated many of your human allies and located you inside the greenhouse. It was bright and beautiful day as always, but it did little to improve his mood. The only thing that could is your dead body at his feet, evidence that you were just as every bit of a failure as the rest of humanity.

However he stops when he sees you. The artful way you practice your sword. The calm rise and fall of your chest all perfectly timed to enhance your fighting style and your moves, the same ones you used to tie with him, slowed down and filled with grace and strength. His heart makes his brain forget that you are human, the thing he detested the most in this life, and his anger is replaced with something else. Respect? Admiration?

No, it was none of those things.

In fact, it was something more passionate. More shameful in the eyes of gods. Something that you will soon find is worth than his anger.

- He observes you a lot more from then on. You aren't sure why since last you checked, he had looked down on you like you were the dirt beneath his feet, but you come here at the exact same time on the exact same day, and so does he.

- You don't speak to him, he wants you too. Haven't you humiliated him enough already? apparently not since you didn't even glance at him as you trained and he knows damn well you see him.

- "What are you?" He finally asks as he pushes down his broken pride. You stare at him, your solemn face broken when he asked you that question. "You are not a human," He explains, "You can't be. Humans are not meant to be...to be so..." he pauses and looks down, to any normal person, he looks pissed and like he's gonna attack but you only raise an eyebrow. W-was he being shy?

- "Beautiful." He finally answers, and for a brief moment that stoicism breaks in shock at his words. "You can not be a human. You are too beautiful. Humans can not be beautiful." It takes you a while to find your voice but when you do, you merely keep your composure: "Humans are many things, Lord Poseidon. We are strong, we are compassionate, and, yes, we can be beautiful."

- No, he thinks to himself, humans are not beautiful. This is a fact he's known for a long, long time. Yet, you were a human and here he was, admiring you every day and watching you in utter awe. Only you, he decides. Humans are not beautiful, only you are.

- He hates how humble you are, he absolutely despises it. Do you not have any respect for yourself? How can you allow yourself to think that you're anything like those worthless worms who snivel and beg pathetically at the feet of the gods. He believes there has been a mistake in the universe, he believes you're insulting yourself when you downplay your status and feats. Can't you see? They're beneath you! Humanity is beneath you! He has to fix this. He has to fix you.

- The day of your rematch with Poseidon, neither of you are seen. The gods search for him and the Valkyries try to rummage through your room and found only one shocking clue. A letter left on your bed written by Poseidon, who believes that deciding the fate of Humanity was beneath him and how he had more important matters involving you. He sits next to your unconscious sleeping form on his bed, his fingers in your hair as you sleep so beautifully. You needed to learn to take more pride in yourself, to be taken away from the shackles of humility humanity put on you, and Poseidon was more than happy to teach you how.

Yandere! Loki:

- He was rather unimpressed with your entrance and appearance, honestly. A smirk on his face as he looks you up and down, you certainly weren't wrong when you said you were a human, for that's what was before him. A measly average human.

- Honestly, he feels rather insulted and that this fight isn't gonna be as exciting as he had hoped. That wasn't fair! Every other God got fun humans but him! Oh well, at least he has an excuse to torture a human and humiliate them in front of everyone~

- Summoning his own weapons, he just tilts his head: "You know, interrupting Heimdall was a little dramatic don't you think? If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you secretly put yourself on a pedastal."/ "I do not, I just merely am stating a fact. I am a human who bleeds just like the rest of humanity."/ Loki then smiles: "I'm so happy you think that! Because you're gonna die like the rest of them!"

- His attack is planned in his head, first a chain wraps around you and his other blade will slit your throat and soon, you'll suffer as- "I never said we bled easily." Your voice is right behind him. He looks over his shoulder and reacts in time but when you breathe, he can't act fast enough before of the display of a divine light that surrounds you now. You slice his shoulder and it burns, he holds it and glares at you. You drew first blood, but he'll make sure you don't get lucky again.

- Until you both are exaughsted from the battle and it ends in a tie. Loki feels himself growing weak and his last sight before losing consciousness is you. Surprisingly, when he wakes up, the first thing he sees is you as well. Sitting next to him, bandages on your wounds and a book in your hands. You notice from the corner of your eyes that he is awake.

- You apologize instantly for his wounds, despite the fact it is a literal fight to the death. In fact, your exact words to him are: "I aimed all of my attacks to kill swiftly, it was not my intention to make you suffer like the demons who have met my blade. In our next battle, I will make sure to be strong enough to kill you properly and respectfully."

- He isn't sure what to think of this, what to think of you. But it makes him smile for some reason, maybe he smiles at your foolishness for thinking you could kill HIM (you were close but he blames it on fortune), or maybe he smiles because it's very rare that someone honors him, a God of mischief and trickery, the same way they'd honor more noble gods like his uncle and cousin. Or maybe it was the smile you gave him...yes, that was it. It was your smile that sealed your fate.

- Loki can now be found wherever you are, like an annoying stray who keeps coming back to the hand that fed him once. Maybe he wants to annoy you, maybe he wants to flirt. Anything just to see you change that serious boring look on your face...maybe smile for him, yeah? He just hasn't been able to get it out of his mind.

- But, nah, you're too boring. That's his little pet name for you "His Boring Little Mortal", he'll complain about you but if anyone else was to speak ill, God or Human, he becomes indignant and reminds them of your good traits like your nobility and how you held yourself in battle.

- He's honestly the same when he's a yandere, as I said before, but the key major difference is that all it takes is one miniscule thing and suddenly, he comes more possessive. More protective and more suffocating. Like, he's watching you during a Ragngarok match and you smile at someone. To others, it might not be a big deal but to him, it very much is. Because it wasn't fair, YOUR SMILE BELONGED TO HIM. NOT TO ANYONE ELSE. TO HIM. YOU SMILED AT HIM FIRST SO IT'S HIS! YOU ARE HIS.

You lost the battle.

Your nobility, your humbleness, and your kindness wasn't enough to match the God of Deciet's wit and cunning. Your on both your knees, coughing up blood and unable to move your body as you hear the loud chain rattling of his weapons. You can hear the humans behind you begging you to get up, urging you to fight but you can't, your heart's strength was there but your body's was not. You feel ashamed but at least you can die knowing you did your best. Loki looks down at you, his hands at his sides, and his face stoic in a very unsettling manner. All he has to do is kill you, all he has to do is-"

"...I don't want too." He frowns, crossing his arms and looking the other way. You look at him in shock as the God's outrage as well as the humans. "LOKI, WHAT TREACHERY IS THIS!?" One of Odin's crows, well, crowed loudly.

Loki stuck out his tounge before shrugging, "I don't know, I mean, what am I winning? A step closer to humanity's destruction? We're gods! I want a something else! A prize~" He says slyly. The gods outrage once more before Zeus sighs, knowing nothing can be simple with the green haired god and tiredly asked him, "Fine, what prize must we give you if you kill (Y/n) (L/n)?" Zeus asked, making Loki grin wolfishly.

The arena becomes quiet and Loki kneels in front of you, cupping your face in his hands and tilting your head. What a cute face you're making, so confused and ready to die. He wonders what face you would make if he just...

Kissed you passionately, pressing his lips to your blood covered ones and shocking you and both audiences of mortals and immortals. You don't kiss him back, you don't even have time to think before he pulls away from you and looks at you with half lidded eyes.

Yes, that face is so much cuter on you. He wonders what other faces you could make.

But first, he has to answer the question Zeus asked him, "Why, the only prize that matters to me of course!~"

"(Y/n) (L/n), the Sun Hashira herself!"

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youre-a-total--poser · 8 months ago

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Don't Worry Mama (Request)

heyyyyy. Can you make a story which happened in age of ultron specifically in the scene where wanda messed up their head and they went to clint's house. Y/n is nat and steve's secret daughter, about 5yo (nat didn't go through graduation ceremony) and they both know about clint's family as y/n is staying with the bartons. At first y/n is happy to see her parents again and some other time, she notices that her parents mind always off and she asks them what happened. Y/n learned the truth about her parents' past and she comforts them (the fluffiest the better )

Warnings: There's one somewhere but I just haven't found it yet.

Age: 5

Word Count: 1,238

Requests: Open

Summary: Read the request and it will explain everything

Requested by: Wattpad User

Date: 03/06/2024

Paring: Natasha and Steve

A/N: Thank you for your request I hope that you like it. The story might not be the best, especially since it's the first time in months that I've written anything but I hope that it's still somewhat good.

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The mission had left everyone shaken up from the unpleasant experiences of one of the Maximoff twin's abilities.

The journey to the safe house was spent in silence while everyone sat remembering what they were forced to witness.

After the Quinjet had landed they made the short walk to the house. Tony and Thor were asking questions about what this place was and Steve had his arms around Natasha keeping her upright while they walked.

"Honey, I'm home," Clint called out as he walked in the house and into the living room while the Avengers followed close behind.

A woman appeared who (not making assumptions) looked heavily pregnant from around the corner and made her way over to Clint

While Clint greeted the woman Tony and Thor were all confused about who she was whereas Bruce who just standing off to the side looking awkward and uncomfortable and Steve and Natasha gave off the impression that they somehow already knew who she was.

"Gentleman, this is my wife, Laura," Clint said.

Before anyone could say anything else the sound of running footsteps could be heard getting closer and closer. Two young children came running into the room and a third one followed seconds later.

"Daddy!" the two children shouted and ran over to Clint giving them hugs whereas the other child stood slightly away from them. The young girl looked different from the other two, they both had dark brown hair whereas she had ginger hair.

"Did you bring Mama and Dada?" The young girl asked. She didn't think to look around first because most of the time Clint came home without her parents they had to stay wherever they were to finish completing their tasks before they were allowed to come home.

"Why don't you hug them and find out?" Natasha said moving closer so her secret daughter could see her.

A large smile appeared on the young girl's face as she rushed towards Natasha, who picked her up in her arms and hugged her tightly. Steve came closer to them, put his hand on the back of her head and kissed her cheek.

Tony looked at the three of them even more confused than before. "How did I not know about this? Did anyone else know about this?"

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As the sun set and the dark began to take over Natasha was sitting on the bed while Steve was in the bathroom finished helping their daughter get ready for bed. While Natasha was waiting she couldn't stop the horrible memories from replaying over and over in her head of what she was made to see.

Natasha suddenly came back to reality as felt small tugs on her pyjama pants. She looked down she saw her young daughter struggling to climb up onto the bed. Natasha picked her up and placed her onto her lap then wrapped her arms around her waist and gently rested her cheek on the top of the young girl's head.

Steve walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed next to his wife and daughter.

"Are you okay?" He asked Natasha as he placed his hand on her knee and gently stroked it with his thumb.

"I'm fine." She replied giving him a soft smile.

But, of course, she wasn't fine but by saying she wasn't she would have to explain why not and she really didn't want to talk about it.

Steve also knew that she wasn't but he didn't pry he knew better not to he just hoped that being back with their little girl in a safe place would be exactly what she needed to make her feel more herself again.

The young girl knew that something was wrong. Her parents especially her mom have been acting differently from the moment they reunited.

"Why are you sad Mama?" She asked turning herself around slightly so she could look at her mom.

"How do you know that I'm sad baby?" Natasha said as she tucked her daughter's hair behind her ear.

"Cause you're not happy." The young girl said.

Natasha let out a quiet chuckle at her daughter's response. "It's just work Y/N, baby, nothing to worry about."

"What happened?" Y/N asked resting her head on her mama's chest. "It can't be the bad guys 'cause you're good at stopping them, Mama."

"Am I good at stopping bad guys?" Steve asked his daughter trying to distract her from the original conversation so Natasha wouldn't have to talk about it, especially to a 5-year-old.

The young girl thought for a second and when the answer came into her mind a cheeky grin appeared on her face "Yes, but not as good as Mama." Then she started giggling.

Steve let out a gasp "What?" he asked then started tickling her.

"That's my girl," Natasha said tightly hugging her daughter and kissing the top of her head.

After Y/N had calmed down from laughing Steve had hoped that she would have forgotten the whole conversation but she hadn't she went straight back to asking questions. "So if not the bad guys then what is it?" Y/N asked

"Just something that Mama got made to see." Natasha told her knowing fine well that Y/N would ask more questions. "it's bedtime little miss."

Steve stood up and lifted Y/N off Natasha's lap. "I'm not tired Daddy." She said.

"Yes, you are." Steve then dropped Y/N onto the bed and she started laughing as landed on the bed and bounced slightly.

"Again." Y/N giggled raising her hands into the air.

"No," Steve said pulling the covers back.

As Y/N moved herself in the middle of the bed her parents got in at either side of her.

Once everyone was settled and the light was turned off Y/N let out a big sigh.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Natasha asked.

"When I'm sad you ask me about it then you give me cuddles to me better but I can't give you cuddles till after you tell me," Y/N explained.

Natasha sighed. She knew that Y/N wouldn't let it go till she was told. "Okay Y/N if I tell you then will you go to sleep?"

"Yes, mama I promise," Y/N said.

Y/N cuddled in closely to her mother getting ready to listen to her.

Natasha started to explain very, very briefly without going into too much detail that would frighten the young girl about what happened during their later mission and about her past.

After Natasha had finished, Y/N climbed on top of her and laid down on her then Natasha hugged her daughter tightly.

"Don't worry Mama me and Daddy will protect you. We won't let those bad people hurt you again." Y/N said.

Steve moved over closer towards his wife and daughter and put his arms around them pulling them in close. "That right, hon, we'll protect your Mama always."

"Right, baby girl, it's sleep time now," Natasha said gently stroking her daughter's back.

For the first time since Natasha and Steve returned, Y/N had been silent.

"Is she sleeping?" Natasha whispered to Steve.

Steve carefully moved the hair out of Y/N's face and her eyes were closed. "Yes she is," he whispered back.

Steve moved over slightly and gently lifted up Y/N from Natasha and placed her back down on the bed.

"Sweet dreams baby," Natasha said softly then kissed her daughter's head.

"Night, babe," Steve whispered.

"Night, honey," Natasha mumbled back.

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five-miles-over · 1 year ago

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Tom Hiddleston Characters Masterlist

updated January 26, 2024

Multiple Character Headcanons/Listicles

• Tom Hiddleston Characters as Desserts

• How Tom Hiddleston Characters Would Spend the Winter Holidays

• Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Act When They Have a Crush (on You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters on Their Wedding Day (to You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Would Propose (to You)

• Tom Hiddleston Characters Celebrating the New Year (With You)

Bill Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

• She’s a Lady and I am Just a Boy: On the first day of taking ‘Fundamentals of Shakespeare’ at university, Bill Hazeldine finds himself developing a serious crush on you, his drama professor.

• Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends: A first-year medical student at the University of Surrey, you move into a uni house and meet your new flatmates Bill Hazeldine and Rory Slippery (College AU, crossover with Rory Slippery from Fortysomething)

Caius Marcius Coriolanus from Coriolanus

I’ve Decided, I Will Not Let Your Shadow Separate From Me: After being elected the consul, Coriolanus receives many things - sleepless nights, pointless riots from the lower-class citizens, and you, his new personal slave. While the sleep deprivation and the noise from the plebeians annoy him to no end, he finds himself obsessed with you. (Yandere)

The One That I Desire: A general must always be in control, according to General Caius Marcius Coriolanus . But there often comes a time when even the most powerful general falls to temptation. And for Coriolanus, that temptation is you.

Henry V/Prince Hal from The Hollow Crown

• Fairytale: While riding upon your horse in the woods, you come across a stranger with a silver tongue and golden curls. And he calls himself “Hal”. (Basically a meet-cute with fluff.)

• You Will Be Mine : The prince of England quickly becomes obsessed with you, a servant brought to his chambers to serve him breakfast. And there is nothing that will stop him from claiming you as his. (Yandere)

• First Time In London: Three days into your new life in London, you find yourself in a café after one of the dreariest mornings ever. Standing behind you in line is none other than Henry Plantagenet, a handsome gentleman with a zest for life and a romantic outlook that feels too good to be real. (Modern AU)

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager

•So Much More: While holidaying in Switzerland at the Hotel Meister, you find yourself constantly being stood up by each and everyone you meet. And each time, the night manager Jonathan Pine is there to comfort you after delivering the bad news. But it’s really just part of the job…right?

• The Forbidden Room: Part One, Part Two : During a late night alone in the lobby of the Hotel Meister, you - a student at the University of Zurich - meet the charming night manager Mr.Jonathan Pine. And what starts out as simply two strangers getting to know each other turns into something more when Pine shows you a secret part of the hotel.

• My Dearest Diamond : After nearly two years of working for MI-6, Jonathan tried to get in touch with you, the girl who stole his heart when he worked at Hotel Meister. For three weeks, the two of you rekindled your love via handwritten letters, until you booked a five-day trip to London to see him.

As he prepares to make this holiday special for you, Jonathan reflects on his relationship with you…and carries out one last errand before you land.

Robert Laing from High-Rise

• Being Married to Robert Laing would Include...

Loki of Asgard from the Marvel Cinematic Universe

• Heaven Help the Fool Who Falls in Love: You, a lady-in-waiting of Asgard’s Queen Frigga, and Prince Loki have been inseparable for years. What started with a mere look becomes something more precious. (Fluff)

• A Better King: While shopping with Thor in Mumbai (to kill time while Tony Stark is busy with a meeting), Loki learns about the “king” of Bollywood…and decides that he himself could be a better king.

• Take All of Me: Loki takes great delight in “ruining” his innocent, shy girlfriend for the first time (corruption kink, smut)

• Dandelions: Having heard stories about the Norse god of mischief, you find yourself falling in love with Loki despite having never met him. Out of devotion, you prepare offerings that you think he would like, and find ways to express the way you feel. Little do you know that your feelings are not unrequited.

• Beauty is Where You Find It: A journalist for a New York magazine in September of 2012, you come across the opportunity to do an interview from an icon in the fashion industry. Your subject? A rising supermodel from Wimbledon with icy blue eyes and jet-black curls named Loki Laufeyson.

• They’ll Call Your Crimes a Work of Art: A journalist for a small magazine in New York, you’ve been assigned to write a piece about the recent attacks led by Loki. So, you have a look at Loki himself to get your own perspective.

• Little Darling: Living with the God of Mischief in London comes with finding many surprises, and one of those surprises happens to be a four-year-old named Tom Hiddleston.

THE PHANTOM OF ASGARD (THOR: THE DARK WORLD LOKI X READER)

Rumors say that a phantom haunts the darkest hall in the royal palace of Asgard, but is he truly as dangerous as the people of Asgard claim he is?

Part One

Part Two

FOR ALL TIME, IT WAS ALWAYS YOU (TVA LOKI X WIFE!READER)

Imagine waking up in an alternate reality where you and Loki are a newlywed couple living in the suburbs...and everything seems a little too good to be true. (inspired by Wandavision)

Part One

Part Two: Mrs. Laufeyson

Part Three: Happy to Keep His Dinner Warm

Part Four: Kitty Makes Three

THE AGE OF LOKI (LOKI X READER X PROFESSOR HIDDLESTON)

For his second year teaching at Oxford’s English department, Professor Hiddleston hires you to be his first-ever teaching assistant. One night while working late, he shows you the newest addition to his poetry class’s syllabus: the Lokasenna, a poem centered on the Norse god of mischief…and accidentally summons the trickster god himself.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

IF YOU LET ME, I CAN MAKE ANOTHER WORLD FOR US (LOKI x POWERFUL!READER)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Jaguar Villain Hiddleston from the Good to Be Bad Campaign

• All I Worship and Adore: For a long time, Tom has admired you, an innocent woman, from afar...until one day, he makes his affections known to you. And this time, he won’t take no for an answer (Yandere)

• Your Remedy - He may be one of the most powerful and feared man in London, a terrifying villain to the outside world, but when you’re sick with a cold, your paramour Thomas spends the entire evening by your side taking care of you.

• SFW Alphabet - Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston

YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING (JAGUAR!HIDDLESTON X READER)

You, a budding journalist, have the opportunity of a lifetime to interview the feared and revered Mr. Hiddleston, the CEO of Imperial Pharmaceuticals, Britain’s leading drug manufacturing company. What happens when a few mistakes lead you into the jaws of the wolf, working for the man himself?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Miscellaneous Hiddleston AUs

• AU: Tom Hiddleston as the Prince of Scotland

• Lessons from the Viscount (Viscount!Hiddleston x Reader, Reader x William Buxton, Reader x John Plumptre): As a debutante in the Regency era, you attend your first etiquette class, along with the other boys and girls of London’s upper crust. Heading the class is the charismatic Viscount Hiddleston, rumored to be a former Shakespearean actor who returned to London to look after his familal estate. And it isn’t long before he takes a liking to you.

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lina-lovebug · 11 months ago

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USM characters dating an Avengers daughter

- you knew his about his not-so-subtle crush on your dad when you first met, and decided not to tell him

- you adore him but whose to say he won't just use you as an excuse to hang out with your philanthropist billionaire playboy dad?

- but you'd been dating awhile, and had met Aunt May (who adored you), so why were you avoiding the subject of your dad?

- that was until you were fixing your suit and Peter walked in, gave you a kiss and offered to help. You forgot the little engraving your dad left you on your suit, "be careful and kick ass, love dad"

- "aw, that's sweet," he smiled, "when can I meet him?"

- "you. . .already have," you said, trying to gage his reaction, "he made me my first suit. . .and yours"

- it took him a few seconds but then it all clicked. His super amazing genius girlfriend whose dad bought her a Porsche at fifteen was Tony Stark

- his idol

- "I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner, but you idolize him and I was scared and-"

- he understood - completely shocked but understood

- he does ask if that means he can drive the Porsche now tho

- you and your mom? Best friends

- danny and your mom? Not so much

- being the daughter of Black Widow herself came with a lot of trust, and many secrets so you never intended on dating because of it

- but then this handsome motherfucker gentleman comes along and you're on cloud nine

- you told him you have a complicated past and he respected that, waiting until you were ready

- but he's Iron Fist, King of K'un L'un and an Agent of SHIELD so he took notice when you'd disappear from team sessions

- he admits he got curious and followed one day, and there you were: training with Black Widow herself, and doing it flawlessly

- and at the end of it, his suspicions were confirmed once you hugged and said, "thanks, mom"

- "So are you gonna introduce us or does he always do that?" She made DIRECT eye contact with him and it honestly sent a shiver down his spine

- he introduced himself, remaining calm and collected, which impressed her but she also knows that people can hide how they rlly feel

- she GRILLED HIM

- "where'd you grow up?" "K'un L'un" "who are your parents?" "Heather and Wendell Rand" "if you're a billionaire, why do you wear five dollar flip flops?"

- you knew she approved of him, but she liked to keep him on his toes

- "beloved, I love you, but your mother scares me"

- oh how does one BEGIN to explain to their bullet proof boyfriend that their dad is Thor?

- he knew you had to be other worldly, and not just because he thinks you're a Goddess you accidentally struck him with lightning one time

- you wanted to keep it a secret for a bit before the Almighty Thor comes in and demands to know Luke's intentions

- "babe, why is Thor asking me when I'm proposing?"

- being a God came with perks, so Thor knew not long after you guys started dating that something was amiss with his daughter

- (you stopped remembering to being him poptarts and he got upset)

- "how do I know if he is worthy of your hand?"

- "He makes me laugh :) and he's bulletproof so. . ."

- they get along great

- his first trip to Asgard was a bit intimidating but seeing as you're half human, your mom reminded him that love between you guys was possible

- "I recommend a traditional Asgardian ceremony-"

- "dad we're sixteen"

- o h b o i

- talk about overprotective father

- you're a minute late, who were you with? What were you doing? I want their names, addresses, social security-

- if you guessed Winter Soldier a.k.a Bucky then you guessed right

- he knew something was up the moment you two lingered for a bit after training, and watching from the top deck this man SPOTTED your hands brush and asked Fury for Novas' personal file

- but knowing your dad, you were actually able to keep your relationship a secret for two months before he put the pieces together himself

- you both were out on a picnic date, Sam having made a cute cake, and a very threatening man with a metal arm came up sat down, smiled at him, held his hand out and said, "Samuel Alexander, sixteen, last Nova, grew up in Carefree, and 5'8, correct?"

- you were LIVID

- meanwhile Sam was like "omg he knows my name :0!!"

- you had told Sam long before dating that your dad was extremely overprotective, but Sam being Sam was just excited that his badass girlfriend has a badass dad!!

- and Buckys like "wtf this kid isn't even remotely terrified"

- Sam asks question after question, and it even turns into a third wheel - as in they're bonding and you're just there

- Bucky likes him but still tries to be somewhat intimidating, being the infamous Winter Soldier and all

- "Babe. . .baabe. . .when's your dad gonna be back? I wanna ask him if he likes my new helmet look"

- so like where do I even start

- you and Ava had been dating for a couple of months before she started to realize that she hadn't met your family

- you told her that they were just really intense and you didn't wanna scare her

- but who could scare White Tiger? So she insisted and you said "your funeral"

- also how does one explain to their partner that they technically shouldn't exist because your dad is a robot and your mom is a witch?

- your brothers LOVE her

- Billy and Tommy immediately recognized Ava, seeing as they'd work with the team from time to time and said "ooh our sisters dating the smart one"

- and Ava like, "babe I think I kicked one of their asses in training"

- Wanda adores Ava, she thinks she's good for you and might as well have someone mentally stable in your life

- Meanwhile in Avas' mind, "omg omg her mom is Scarlet Witch, her dad is Vision - wait is that why she's so smart? Is my girlfriend a robot?"

- no you're not a robot

- Vision likes her, and he knew about you two before you two even started dating. Why? You rambled about White Tiger during dinner once and Vision CLOCKED that look in your eyes

- needless to say, Sunday dinners with your family are now mandatory with Ava

#ultimate spiderman #ultimate spiderman x reader #ultimate spiderman imagine #peter parker x reader #sam alexander #sam alexander x reader #nova marvel #iron fist x reader #luke cage #white tiger #usm x reader

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