#and Clint is his flirtatious self

[barnesandbarton]

Bucky let out a soft huff thought his nose, not quite a laugh, but nearly.  She was so buzzed.  The alcohol seemed to have taken down her inhibitions though, because she was right back to her flirtatious self again.  It was nice to see after all the tension since they’d slept together.

Both Bucky and Clint followed his gaze to the woman trying to get Tony’s attention.  “He usually likes more of a chase,” Clint explained.  “But I have seen him walk into a party, point to two women, ask them to pick a number between two and four and then disappear into his penthouse.  It’s crazy.  I think if I said that to some random women I’d get a restraining order.”

“Well,” Bucky said.  “Clint likes to humiliate people at pool and darts.  There’s usually people dancing, but mostly it’s just hanging out drinking and telling war stories.”

Ava snorted. “Yeah, I’m a lightweight. I can really not handle my liquor, so hopefully one of you, preferably both will carry me home tonight,” she spoke and smirks, back to her usual flirtatious self. She blushed hearing their compliments and tilted her head happily. “Thank you. I’ve always loved the colour red since I was little. Every birthday party I had was red,” she spoke and chuckles shaking her head.

“But yes, you two look drop dead gorgeous there’s no doubt about that,” she spoke and smiled a bit as she leans slightly into Bucky since he was the closest to her. “I love just watching people. I can see a woman over there trying to get Tony’s attention,” she spoke and smirks. “Pushing her boobs up and battering her eyelashes, and Tony isn’t even glancing at her. She’s been trying for 30 minutes,” she whispers for them to hear and shook her head.

“So, what do we usually do at these parties. I know Tony have them to mainly pick up girls but, ya know.. what do we do? Unless you’re picking up me,” she spoke and smirks.

[0idril0]

May I request based on the reblog about ‘new normal’ you just did a much later Nico & Clint, maybe Nico trying to do art again or school or cook or something and struggling ??

Nico’s head was pounding as he laid the last lines on the paper in front of him, teeth grinding as he forced his eyes to focus. For just a few more minutes.

Please.

“F-Fuckin’ finally...” he slammed the color pencil down, scrubbing his aching hand against his eyes until colors swirled behind the lids. The drawing was already imprinted in his head, a wolf head that he hoped resembled Clint’s, surrounded by a multitude of wild flowers. It was more frilly than what he usually did, he tended to gravitate towards reds and blacks and more forgiving mediums, working around the continued seizures and poor eyesight. But it felt important for what he was trying to portray.

His mate surrounded by softness and love in the form that Clint said looked beastly and terrifying.

He didn’t know when Clint had started to think of his wolf form that way, but he hoped it was before they had ever met. Clint had let slip more than a month before that he was scared of being around Sorina and Evans new baby, worried he might slip a little and scar the baby for life.

Nico had immediately told him that it was a ridiculous thought, but the doubt and hesitancy that colored his face when he’d turned back towards the the group of people gathered around the new bundle was enough to send a lance through Nico’s heart.

And the worst part was he didn’t know what to say. He’d never been good with words, and now with the brain damage, he was even worse. And there was only so many ways to kiss sense into a stubborn werewolf.

But maybe he could show him. Clint’s wolf had always been a source of comfort for him, his beautiful russet fur the softest pillow, the warmth he emitted a constant comfort when he’d been too emaciated to regulate his own body heat. A gentle crutch when Nico needed help but couldn’t tolerate human touch.

And the man himself had the biggest and kindest heart of anyone he’d ever met. The fact that Clint thought any part of him could be a danger to his niece was horrifying.

“Uuuuugh....” Nico scrubbed at his eyes again before scratching at his short beard, an attempt at hiding the scars that still spotted his cheeks from deep ulcers that had had difficulty healing. “It’s g-gonna have to do...”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, like it was going to help him focus at all, he scrutinized his work. Before Martin he would have said it was still a work in progress..... but now? It was one of the better things he’d done in a while. He’d moved away from realism when he’d been able to pick up a pencil again, the migraines hadn’t been worth the fight, and paint was more forgiving.

The color pencil was smudged at the corners, the lines shaky in areas where a crisp finish would have made the piece stand out, but the wolfs face was Clint’s, highlighted with yellows like he was basking in the sun, a delicate blue butterfly contrasting with his red fur and half lidded green eyes beautifully.

It was his mate. A giant, gentle, protector of a man that hadn’t moved for 20 minutes when that stupid butterfly had landed on him at last years Fourth of July party.

He felt his mouth twitch at the memory, pulling at some of the scars on his mouth and cheek. His Mate was ridiculous.

Nico could hear Clint’s rumbling snore from his drafting table, the wolf had been running in the woods for hours today and had returned a few hours ago soaking wet and panting. When he’d returned he’d stuck his head into the sunroom where Nico was, lupine grin smug as he’d tried to sneak around to see the drawing Nico had kept from him for over a month now.

Nico hadn’t been able to help his snicker when he’d shoved at his over sized head, scratching in the spot Clint loved as he did so, “Go dry-dry off, I’ll s-show you when I’m done.” Clint’s tail has wagged so hard Nico had been able to hear the thump through the cabin walls, but his wine was truly pitiful when he’d slunked out and flopped onto the porch to bask in the sunlight. The sunny happiness Nico could feel through their bond betrayed Clint’s attempt to guilt him into a sneak peak, and Nico hoped it would be worth it now.

Daniel’s cane was propped up against his desk and Nico rubbed a thumb over the silver handle as he picked it up, using the object just like Daniel had for years before he’d died. Nico had found it tucked in the back of the shop when he’d finally been able to return and had swapped for the heirloom as soon as he was able to ditch the walker.

The initial thunk against the hardwood has Clint’s ears twitching as he comes out, a high pitched yawn following it as Nico shuffled further onto the porch.

“H-h-hey Honeyb-b-bear....”

Clint rolled onto his back at Nico’s greeting, legs and paws stretching to full effect as Clint yawned loudly and rumbled his own wolfy greeting back, squinted eyes finding Nico as his tail swished against the hard wood. “Sugar..” Nico heard the echo in his head, and snickered around a grin at the nearly 300 lbs wolf at his feet. Clint’s tongue rolled out of his mouth in a lupine laugh and Nico couldn’t keep his own smile down, even as broken and ugly as he thought it was now.

“Come-onnn, y—ou goof, you wannned to see -this right?” Nico shook the paper in his hand, backing up like he was going to go inside.

Clint’s jaw snapped shut as his head whipped towards Nico, eyes wide in question now. Really??? Nico could read the question clear as day on his face and grinned. “I c-could change my mind...”

He made to take a step back and Clint whined, stretching, this time muscles and bones popping as he morphed back into his human form. Where there’d been a ridiculously large wolf now lay an extremely large, naked man, toned muscles stretched to full effect as he reached for Nico, making grabby hands as he whined again with his human throat.

“Babbbbbyyyyy.... come back??? Show me here??”

Clint’s teasing grin and wink did nothing to help the burning blush that was creeping across his face and neck, headache forgotten as he swallowed heavily at the sight in front of him.

“Fine-“ His voice came out a squeak, and he cleared his throat, scowling at Clint’s snort of laughter. “-Fine, you’ll have—help me s-stand up...”

Clint’s grumbling turned deeper as he turned towards Nico, grin mischievous, “Like I would pass up the opportunity to get my hands on you...”

Nico grinned at Clint’s joke, knowing the wolf wouldn’t touch him without his permission, skin heating at the thought of Clint’s hands against him today. He loved Clints hands, long solid fingers and thick padded palms that had sooth so much and given him so much pleasure in the past few years.

He groaned as he slid down to the porch, using the bannister and accepting Clint’s hand against the small of his back as support, knowing the werewolf’s strength would be more than enough to catch him even from the awkward angle. His hip protested bending and Clint’s thumb rubbed small circles into his back when he settled heavily on the porch.

“Fuuuuck....” he groaned loudly, careful to keep the drawing turned away from Clint’s prying eyes as he flopped dramatically onto Clint’s bare chest.

Clint grunted around a laugh as Nico landed, sun warmed arms wrapping around him as he maneuvered Nico closer. “Hi Sugar....” Clint nibbled on Nico’s neck and snuggled closer. “You finished that drawin’ you’ve been teasin’ me with??”

Nico smiled as he felt the nerves that had been fluttering in his stomach settle in Clint’s calm presence, and he brought his scarred hand up to tangle in Clint’s hair.

“T-told you, surprise.....” He leaned into the kiss in his cheek, grinning. “Hardly- surprise-you get to s-see it...”

Clint chuffed, and Nico could feel the grin spread across his mates face. “I know but I’m about to explode over here, lemme seeeeee-“ he squeezed Nico and rocked him, the fingers pressed into Nico’s skin vibrating with excitement.

Nico took a deep breath, turning to press a gentle kiss to Clint’s curved mouth. The wolf melted, kissing Nico back gently until he pulled away, his green, dilated eyes following Nico’s as he backed up.

“Love you.” Nico turned more, scratching at Clint’s scalp until the low rumble vibrated the chest he leaned on. “Wa-wha-wanted you to see, h-how....” Nico growled, words stuck in his throat, and Clint kissed against his jaw, mimicking a deep breath, and Nico followed suit, unclenching his jaw to continue. “S-so, I-I drew it.”

Nico flipped back, holding the drawing above them, against the blue sky, puffy clouds the perfect backdrop to the tranquil drawing. He heard Clint’s breath catch; rumble stilling as the wolf froze.

Slowly Clint lifted one of his hands from Nico’s stomach, the other keeping Nico pressed firmly against him. “Darlin’, what... what is this??”

Nico could hear the wetness in Clint’s voice, the thin wobble that meant the wolf was getting emotional.

“You-been strugglinn-since Elena was born, scared you’ll hurt her...” Nico swallowed, “but this.... Love, you wouldn’t budge... you’re gentle, an kind..... hate for y-you,-for fear to keep—y-you, from holding her, only t-thing I’ve gotten from being held—by you is love.”

Clint was trembling behind him and Nico bit his lip, doubt working its way back into his mind until Clint started to sit up, Clint’s body doing the work so Nico stayed glued to his chest, arm pulling Nico’s hips flush against his as he re maneuvered their legs. Clint had reburied his face into Nico’s hair, and he heard the wet snuffle as Clint took in his scent, his mates thick arms holding him close. “Darlin’.... I don’t..... I love you...thank you....”

Nico leaned back against Clint, setting the drawing aside so he could catch hold of one of Clint’s hands, the other tangled in the blonde hair as he rubbed a thumb along a delicate ear. “Love you t-too, Honeybear....”

Nico brought Clint’s hand up and kissed along the long digits, heart full as Clint wrapped him further into his arms. Knowing his mate had understood him.

[novelconcepts]

Super huge fan of your writing! You are so very talented – truly. I was wondering if you plan to write anything for Kate/Yelena? I feel like you'd do marvelously well with their dynamic, seems right up your alley. If not, would love to simply just know your thoughts on the two individually and together. Hope your day (or night) is full of peace :)

I don’t know if I’ll ever write for them, but god is it a fun dynamic. I love that they genuinely feel like they SHOULD be friends—extremely flirty friends, at that—but there’s this tiny pesky detail of Yelena trying to murder Kate’s mentor. Just a bitty problem. Otherwise, perfection. That whole elevator ride/fight sequence of like “I don’t WANT to have to fight you. I like you, you’re just making my life extremely annoying right now” is. Mwah. I love it. Also height difference? Height difference.

Things I want, but have zero energy to write:

-oh my god they were roommates. Kate has zero sense of interior design, self preservation, or the capacity to remember to feed herself when distracted. Yelena excels at all of this, but also periodically runs unexpected Widow HQ out of their apartment. It’s a studio, it’s deeply inconvenient on Saturday mornings.

-training. ‘Cuz like. Kate’s fit and has skills coming out her ass, but “it’s not like what YOU do”. Yelena, in turn, is fascinated by both the bow and the trick arrows. Bonus points for sweaty half-flirtatious, half-serious moments of tension broken by Yelena’s TERRIBLE sense of humor and/or Lucky suddenly popping up between them.

-they get along way better after the Clint debacle, but Yelena still has this habit of just launching dramatically out of windows and off rooftops whenever she’s over a conversation. Usually because Kate is in the middle of reminding her whose turn it is to haul the laundry down to the ‘mat around the corner.

-(Clint pretends to be sick of the messages both leave about the other—Yelena blows up his phone just as frequently, though he distinctly does NOT remember giving her his number—but the truth is, every time, he sees himself and Nat in them. It brightens his day every goddamn time.)

[susiesamurai]

Sophia Stark ↳ through the multiverse (inspo)

“Sophia Stark was first introduced as a way to provoke a relationship between Spider-Man and Iron Man. The daughter of Tony Stark and Clint Barton’s younger sister, Cornelia Barton, Sophia was clever, charming, and kind. Sophia was kidnapped by Electro, one of Spider-Man’s main villains, and due to his electrical-based powers a tough villain for Iron Man to best alone. This team up was meant to simply mark a change in the way the two heroes interacted, a way to humanize Tony Stark to Peter Parker. Who, up until then, disliked the arrogant self-proclaimed industrial futurist. However, Sophia ended up becoming a fan-favorite, with many lobbying for her to be Spider-Man’s new love-interest after the tragic death of Gwen Stacy-” - Marvel Database, Spider-Man

“Sophia Stark had a brief part in Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man Trilogy as the daughter of the head of Oscorp’s main rival - Tony Stark of Stark Industries. Played by Alicia Silverstone, she and Peter shared a few flirtatious scenes over the trilogy. However, Raimi’s vision was always that Peter and Mary-Jane would end the trilogy together-” - Spider-Man Film Adaptions, Spider-Man 2002

“Introduced in The Amazing Spider-Man as Sophie Barton and sporting bright red hair, fans were initially suspicious of this new interpretation of Sophia Stark. Portraying Tony Stark as a man with no time for the daughter he never wanted, she is raised by her mother, Cornelia Barton, and her possibly abusive step-father, Wayne MacGregor, in the house next-door to Ben and May Parker. Sophie is shown as having a long-time crush on Peter and one of the few friends he does have outside of Gwen and Harry. She really shines in The Amazing Spider-Man 2 where she is Peter’s support after finding out about his identity as Spider-Man in the first film, patching up injuries and offering insight. Sophie was always planned to be Peter’s final love-interest following Gwen Stacy’s death, in lieu of Mary-Jane Watson-” - Spider-Man Film Adaptions, The Amazing Spider-Man 2012

“This latest iteration of Sophia Stark in the MCU’s Spider-Man reboot, Spider-Man: Homecoming, is once more the daughter of Tony Stark and Cornelia Barton. Going back to her blonde roots, Sophia is a student of Midtown School of Science and Technology and an engineering whiz like her father. This would probably be the most healthy portrayal of Sophia and her mother, Cornelia, thus far. In Homecoming, Sophia is an impulsive accomplice to Peter and Ned’s crime-fighting antics, trying to make up for revealing to her father that it was her classmate Peter swinging around New York as the new vigilante. Following her father’s death in Avengers: Endgame, Sophia is shown as more cautious in Spider-Man: Far From Home, aware of the legacy she has to live up to and the responsibilities she will have when she inherits her father’s shares in Stark Industries and takes over as CEO once she graduates high school-” - Spider-Man Film Adaptions, Spider-Man: Homecoming 2017

[mr-tony-stark]

Tony shoulders shake with silent laughter as Clint threatens to become his enemy again in a tone that implies he's using innuendo. "Oh yeah?" he said, running his perfectly manicured nails up Clint's back, dragging the fabric of his shirt up and exposing the bare skin of his back. "Gonna get locked in an eternal battle of good against evil with me, Cupid? Gonna make me try and foil all your plans?"

He used the same flirtatious tone as Clint had, despite there being zero possible chance for innuendo in anything he'd said.

He shrugged at the question, though he was adamantly sure it would be extremely strange to see Clint go bad. He wasn't a perfect angel, Tony knew that, but the thing about Clint that had always been clear, even when he had tried to kill Tony, as self righteous as he got, as mixed up in things as he could get, Clint was a good person. "Yeah, it'd be weird. I don't like when we don't agree about things - makes me doubt myself."

There had been times it happened and Tony really hated it. He liked being right and more than that, he hated admitting he was wrong. He maxed out his apologies at one ever five years, but when Clint disagreed with him about the right course of action, he was usually mentally preparing to have to use one up.

As Clint went to get up, he grabbed him by the waistband of his pants. "No. No, no. I'm getting dinner. You did lunch. Besides, what's the point of hooking up with a billionaire if he doesn't pay for dinner?"

Clint huffs at the oh baby, and he wants to guess a number but shoot he can't remember all the years, all the time that people popped up with a vendetta against him. "The Russians still hate me." He says, as if that's a pity prize because he can't come up with a single name at least at the moment. Relaxed state of mind and all.

"I could become yours again." He retorts, in a teasing tone that he hopes borders on flirtatious. Clint has no idea what he means, but if he said flirty enough maybe Tony could deprive meaning from it. "Is it really that weird?" Not to sound like he doubts himself, he's glad to have turned his life around even if none of it turned out the way he had hoped.

It's little steps every day, trying to do good and care, to avoid being who he could have been.

Tony gives a non-answer to Clint's agreement that Chinese could be good, that wasn't something that he had had in a complete of weeks. Pizza was a more common occurrence in this household, with a dog who had a name to live up to. Not that he actually gave his dog any pizza.

"Jacket, why do you need your jacket? I'll get up and go call the secondary Chinese place. You got anything you'd want?"

[saltybaltic]

hello! if you’re taking requests as of right now, could I request a fic involving an extremely shy avenger!reader having an enormous crush on Nat and it being a running joke among the team because she doesn’t have a clue when it’s so painfully obvious to everyone else? I don’t care how it ends, go wild.... (take that as you will)

Natasha Romanoff X Reader - CONFIDENCE

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow X FemReader Fanfic

Synopsis: You have a huge crush on one of your team mates but you’re too shy to ever do anything about it. Fortunately, people have noticed and you might be about to get some help.

Warnings: None

Words: 989

“You know she likes you right?”

Natasha’s hands stilled on the keyboard for a second, looking up at her friend with a frown, “Who?”

Scoffing at her answer, Clint took a swig of his coffee before responding, “Who? Like you don’t know.”

“Forgive me, I thought everyone on this team liked me.” shot back Natasha, giving him a sarcastic smile and going back to her work on the laptop.

Clint rolled his eyes and placed his mug on the coffee table, flopping down onto the sofa beside the red head and nudging her computer playfully with his foot to get her attention again, “You’re being deliberately obtuse.”

“And you’re being deliberately annoying.” muttered Natasha, shifting over slightly on the sofa so she was nestled in the corner out of his reach.

“Fine, you win.” conceded Clint, raising his hands in surrender before reaching for his coffee again, “But you should do something about it and stop letting that poor girl work herself into a fluster around you.”

Of course Natasha knew exactly who he was talking about. Everyone on the team seemed to know. In fact the only person who didn’t seem to realise you had a huge crush on The Black Widow was, well, you.

You had always been shy, and although joining The Avengers had succeeded in bringing you out of your shell a little, there was still certain social situations that you just couldn’t handle very well. So it was no surprise that when a beautiful woman flirted with you on occasion, you tended to find yourself reduced to a blushing, bumbling mess.

Natasha wasn’t cruel. She wasn’t deliberately toying with you or taking any pleasure in your squirming. Okay maybe that wasn’t entirely true. Did she find it cute when you would duck your head and fumble over your words whenever she sent a flirtatious comment your way? A little. But she wasn’t doing it to mess with you. She wanted to challenge you, encourage you, dare you to make a move. Because despite what you might be willing to believe, she liked you too. Ever since you had joined the team she had become quite fond of you, finding your quick wit, humour and kindness to others rather endearing. She saw the way you interacted with the others; laughing and making jokes, teasing one another playfully, and generally looking after each other. You had become something of a weakness of hers, finding her eyes drawn to you around the compound and just watching from a distance. All Natasha wanted was for you to finally gather the courage to interact with her in the same way, and she definitely wasn’t the only one on the team that was desperate for you to realise you had a crush.

At much the same time as Clint was questioning Natasha upstairs, you found yourself being given the workout of your life in the gym with Steve. Now they weren’t exactly giving out slots on the team to anyone off the street so you knew you possessed some desirable abilities, but going toe to toe with Captain America was a challenge for anyone on their best day.

Gesturing with your hands for a time out, you sucked in a breath and gripped your waist where you could feel a stitch forming, “Jesus Steve, let’s take five, you’re kicking my ass.”

“You’re doing great though.” encouraged Steve with a small chuckle, tossing you a water bottle from the corner of the gym mat, “I can tell you’ve been practicing.”

You shrugged, “Well as the newest team member, I feel I had some catching up to do.”

“Don’t talk like that, you’re already where you need to be.” reassured Steve, walking closer as he seemed to hesitate for a moment before deciding to speak, “You know, it wouldn’t hurt to have a little more self confidence.”

“I have enough confidence.”

Steve nodded slowly, obviously not wanting to cross a line but still wanting to say something, “Around me? Sure. But you should be more confident around others.”

“Like who?” you asked, watching Steve carefully over your water bottle as you took a few gulps.

“Like Natasha.”

You almost choked on your water, “W-Why ... errr ... why do you say that?”

“You like her, right?”

Scratching at the back of your neck uncomfortably, you tossed the drink to one side, “That’s enough of a break, let’s go again.”

“Hey.” Steve grabbed your arm to stop you from heading back into the centre of the mat and offered a reassuring smile, “Look, I’m just saying. Try not to be so shy around her, she’s not as scary as she’d have you believe. Plus, between you and me? I’m pretty sure she likes you too.”

“I don’t ...” you trailed off in thought for a second. Did you like Natasha? You definitely admired her. You envied her confidence and sass. She was an impressive woman, not to mention absolutely gorgeous. And you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed and flattered whenever she would flirt with you. It drove you crazy with frustration how shy you could be around her and that you were never able to say or do anything in response. It wasn’t lack of desire that was stopping you, of course you wanted to flirt back with her. Who wouldn’t?

A frown started to develop on your face the longer you thought about it, realisation suddenly dawning on you. It was so obvious now. You didn’t just admire Natasha, Steve was right - you did like her.

He seemed to see the lightbulb moment as it unfolded, patting you on the shoulder reassuringly with a small laugh as he motioned you back towards where you had been sparring, “Don’t worry about it, just something to think about. Now come on, show me what you’re made of.”

You let yourself process the discussion with Steve for a few days, keeping mostly to yourself as you thought about it in depth. You almost felt stupid for taking so long to realise, so much of the past few weeks making sense now. There had been more than a few occasions where a team mate had made a teasing comment, all in good fun of course, about your blushes and stuttering around Natasha. You had assumed it was just banter amongst friends about your chronic shyness but now it was painfully obvious that you were the last person in the building to realise you had a crush on Natasha.

Although you had given yourself adequate time to consider your revelation, you hadn’t exactly formulated a plan to deal with it. Unfortunately it seemed that you weren’t going to be given any more time to come up with something, when your quiet evening alone on the sofa was interrupted by the very woman who had been consuming your thoughts.

“Mind if I join you?” asked Natasha, plonking herself down on the sofa beside you without waiting for a response.

Shifting your attention from the movie on the television, you looked across at the other woman and swallowed, already feeling your mouth becoming dry as you silently shook your head.

“What you watching?”

You blinked, taking a moment to inhale a calming breath and internally encouraging yourself before engaging your brain to speak, “I-I don’t know really, it was just on and I kind of got sucked in.”

Natasha nodded, glancing at the television briefly as she leaned back against the sofa. Her arm lay across the cushions, bent at the elbow as she raised her hand and rested her chin on it. Her eyes drifted back to meet yours, watching you carefully, “The boys say I make you nervous. Is that true?”

Panic.

Your first instinct was to run, heart hammering against your rib cage as for the first time, Natasha put you on the spot. You could already feel the heat rising in your cheeks and there was a distinct possibility your palms were sweating.

“I errr ...” you took another breath to compose yourself, closing your eyes for a moment as you tried to remain calm, “I suppose it is, yeah.”

Natasha’s lips turned up slightly at that, her chin still balanced on her hand as she studied you, “You shouldn’t be nervous.”

“I shouldn’t?”

Shaking her head, Natasha broke out into a proper smile, “I mean don’t get me wrong, you look cute when you’re nervous.”

At her comment you had to look away, biting down on your lip and pressing the back of your hand to your cheek to confirm the fact that yes, you were definitely getting flushed now.

Natasha chuckled quietly, “Yeah, there it is.”

Hoping to take Steve’s advice and scrambling for all the courage you could muster, you looked back at the other woman and cocked your head curiously, “Do you just enjoy toying with me or ...?”

“Or what?” asked Natasha, the subtle smirk on her face suggesting she knew exactly what you were asking. After a few seconds of silence, she took the initiative and filled in the blanks for you, not wanting to put you on the spot too much given that this was already the longest the two of you had ever spoken, “I’m not toying with you ... I was just trying to gauge whether the rumours were true and if I should ask you out on a date.”

You had to fight not to gasp in surprise, sure that it would probably be the most embarrassing response you could have, “A ... a date? With me?”

“Well I don’t see anyone else around.” joked Natasha, gesturing around the empty room, “Unless you don’t want to.”

Shaking your head perhaps a little too eagerly, you turned your body to face her properly, “No that. Um. That would be nice.”

“Great.” answered Natasha, shooting you a reassuring smile as she went to get up from the sofa, “How does tomorrow night sound?”

“I ... that would. Err. Sure. Tomorrow. Good. Yes.” you could barely speak now, sure this must be some kind of fever dream and it couldn’t actually be happening.

Natasha simply laughed, standing up and leaning over to squeeze your shoulder gently before turning to make her way out of the room, “Yeah you’re still cute. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Unable to do or say anything else, you silently watched her walk away, unable to quite believe what had just unfolded. Natasha Romanoff had asked you out on a date.

As if finally realising what had just happened, you couldn’t help but break out into a smile. If it meant Natasha had finally asked you out, maybe all that teasing from the rest of the team had been good for something after all.

[addictedtostorytelling]

Why does no one call him "Bert" or "Bertie" ?

(I don't know where my brain went)

hey, @coping-via-clint-eastwood!

honestly, i think the answer here is “just because they don’t.” 

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

however, i’ve got some more general thoughts about why grissom primarily goes by the names that he does under the “keep reading,” if you’re interested.

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name-shortenings are idiosyncratic things.

some people whose given names have multiple natural shortenings are fine being called by any one of them; others prefer one or two particular shortenings but are annoyed by the others; others have no preference between their full given name or a shortening; others go by one shortening exclusively (and never by their full given name); still others always go by their full given name and disdain all shortenings altogether; still others go by a nickname that has little or nothing to do with their full given name or its natural shortenings; etc.

further, while some people choose to go by a name-shortening of their own selection, others have a name-shortening “thrust upon them” by their family members and/or friends.

there are even those who are called by a particular name-shortening by only one person or group in their wider social circle, plus a handful of folks who switch between various shortenings as they move among different groups within their social circle, perhaps having their friends call them one thing, their siblings another, and their parents another.

for example, someone may be robert at work, bob to his brother, and bobberino to his drinking buddies.

it all depends on the person’s preferences and the habits of their friends and family members.

on the show, we know that grissom typically goes by his surname, which is available to everyone to call him. however, his peer-aged coworkers and/or those who are equal to or above him in rank (including brass, catherine, doc robbins, and ecklie) also sometimes call him gil, and his younger team family members (including nick, warrick, and greg) may also call him griss. sara, as first his girlfriend and later his wife, gets to call him both gil and gilbert, despite being younger than he is and his subordinate; she typically uses the latter name in a flirtatious manner.

in terms of his self-references, he typically calls himself either gil or grissom, depending on the situation at hand. however, he also uses his full name (“dr. gilbert grissom”) in his professional work.

while grissom does show some preference in terms of whom among his coworkers calls him what variation of his name—for instance, as sara tells nick in episode 11x03 “blood moon,” he likely would not appreciate nick casually referring to him as “gil”—he nevertheless doesn’t seem to either like or dislike any one variation of his name more than another; he’ll happily respond to gilbert, gil, grissom, and griss all equally, as long as it’s the right person using the right name. 

never on the show does anyone call him bert or bertie, which would also be natural shortenings of his full given name.

since no one does ever call him by these names, we don’t know how he would react to them—which is to say, we can’t be sure if he’s not called these names because he is actually averse to them or simply because nobody chooses to call him them (even though he would accept it if they did).

obviously, we don’t get to see grissom’s first introductions to the main members of team graveyard (catherine, warrick, nick, sara, and greg), so we can’t know what preferences or proclivities he expressed to them specifically with regards to his name upon meeting their first acquaintances.

however, since grissom typically introduces himself as “gil grissom” throughout the course of the show both to numerous persons-of-interest in his cases AND to other new coworkers, such holly gribbs in the the pilot and riley adams in episode 09x03 “art imitates life,”* my sense is that that’s probably what he does when meeting his main teammates back in the day, as well.

* thanks to @bartramcat for the reminder.

given that that’s most likely what he introduces himself to them as, that his coworkers then stay within the general realm of the name “gil grissom” in terms of how they refer to him isn’t at all surprising, and particularly not given etiquette conventions in the modern american workplace, especially in the law enforcement community.

(for example, calling one’s coworker by their surname is a fairly common practice in a workplace team setting, and especially at a police department, as is referring to one’s boss or superior by their surname as opposed to their given name.)

to my mind, then, “bert” and “bertie” are never really on the table largely because grissom doesn’t offer them up and they’re fairly far-afield from “gil grissom.”

conversely, “griss” is on the table because it’s already contained in his original given name.

still.

we are left with the questions “why not ‘bert’ or ‘bertie’? how did grissom decide on ‘gil’ in the first place? what is his history with his name?”

in terms of that first question:

it may be the case that grissom has just always seemed more like a gilbert or a gil than a bert or bertie, to others and/or himself. 

it may also be the case that the natural alliteration of “gil grissom” made “bert or bertie grissom” unappealing by comparison. 

it may be that grissom shares his name with someone in his family who themselves goes by bert or bertie (like his father or grandfather), so he goes by gil to differentiate.

it may also be that he or his parents had a bad association with someone named bert or bertie and so weren’t keen on the name just in general.

it may also be for some reason that is completely unknowable to us (particularly as we know so little about his life prior to the start of the show).

honestly, there could be myriad reasons why he doesn’t go by bert or bertie.

as a totally tangential aside, i’ve always liked that both grissom and sara have initials that follow the same consonant-vowel-consonant pattern: gilbert arthur grissom and sara ann sidle (at least as per their old cbs character biographies). 

so why is it that of all the name-shortenings or nicknames he could have, he chooses (mostly) to go by gil or grissom?

personally, i think the fact that grissom is a coda may play into his preferred name(s).

here’s how i figure:

based on the few descriptions grissom offers of his own childhood and adolescence, he seems not to have had many friends while he was going through school (see episode 02x04 “bully for you”).

i therefore consider it unlikely that he would have been given a name-shortening or nickname by his peers.

if anything, any kind of alternate name for him beyond his given one would have likely come from his parents (particularly considering that, in canon, he is an only child).

in canon, we don’t know if grissom’s father was hearing or deaf. 

if grissom’s father was hearing, then he and grissom may have communicated using spoken english to supplement the asl they also used to communicate with and around betty. 

if so, then certainly it’s possible that grissom’s father referred to grissom using any one of several natural name-shortenings for gilbert (gil, gilly, bert, bertie) and/or even a nickname which had nothing to do with his given name (cf. nick’s dad calling him “pancho”).

however, even if it were the case that grissom’s father had called him by a name-shortening or nickname, the primary language in the grissom household still would have been asl, and so grissom’s mother would have always referred to him in asl, while his father would have also referred to him in asl IN ADDITION to using his spoken english name-shortening or nickname, meaning that by and large, grissom probably would have been addressed in asl far more often than he was with his spoken english name-shortening or nickname.

of course, after grissom’s father’s death when grissom was nine, asl would have become the only language used in the home, with grissom referred to by his mother solely in asl from that time forward.

—and that means that if “bert” or “bertie” were ever a thing that grissom had been called at home, it was only an occasional thing between him and his father AND something that likely would not have persisted past the age of nine. 

the bert/bertie nickname also may have been something that he associated with his father and which he would therefore perhaps be uncomfortable with other people calling him after his father’s death.

since in all probability he was most commonly referred to in asl even when his father was still alive AND since in all probability whatever name-shortenings or nicknames his father may have used for him (if any) likely were only used during the first nine years of his life anyway, i tend to think grissom associates more strongly with whatever he’s called in asl than anything else.

now.

members of the deaf community have their legal names in the spoken/written language that is used where they live or in their family culture; these are the names that appear printed on their birth certificates and which they use in written communication and when they interact with spoken language speakers. 

however, in whatever sign language they use, they tend to be known by a name sign. 

name signs are not directly equivalent to one’s legal name. 

they are typically bestowed upon a member of the deaf community by other members of the community. 

historically, it has not been common for hearing people to receive name signs; however, one group of hearing people who do often receive name signs are codas, or hearing children of deaf adults—like grissom—who can be considered members of the extended deaf community by way of their parent(s).

hearing people who can communicate in asl but have not been given name signs typically fingerspell their names.

a name sign is not something that one chooses for themselves. it is given to one by others in the community, including friends, family, members, and schoolmates. while both hearing and deaf people who grow up in deaf families may receive name signs at birth or at least at a young age, many deaf people from hearing families do not receive name signs until they start attending schools or camps for the deaf and are around other members of the deaf community for the first time in their lives.

in asl, name signs are usually formed in one of two ways: either by using the first initial of the person’s legal name signed in the neutral space in front or to the side of the body or on a particular body part such as the wrist, face, chest, or shoulders; OR by using a sign that is descriptive of the person’s behavior or physical characteristics signed around or on the body or in imitation of the behavior or characteristic itself.

for example, someone whose legal name started with the letter k might be given a name sign which was the asl letter k signed over the wrist. however, that same person could also be given a name sign that used a curled index finger signed near the hairline in recognition of their curly hair. 

name signs that use letters and are more generic are called “arbitrary name signs;” they don’t reflect a person’s personality or characteristics. “descriptive name signs” are the opposite: they do reflect the person they’re given to, in terms of how that person looks or acts or even based on things they like. they may or may not use letters.

in asl, some descriptive name signs are based on characteristics that might be considered “rude” to take note of or mention among hearing english-speakers. for example, someone’s name sign might be based on the fact that they have a noticeable facial scar or are fat. to hearing people, it would be impolite to mention such traits. however, in deaf culture, these traits are considered obvious both to the person themselves and the people they encounter, which means that said traits may be discussed openly without embarrassment. 

the same is true of descriptive name signs based on behaviors; for example, if a deaf child cried upon being dropped off by their parents for the first time at camp, their deaf campmates might give them a name sign that mimicked the sign for crying or crybaby. again, though in hearing culture such a name would be considered meanspirited, in deaf culture, it is just a matter of fact and does not carry negative connotations. 

while there are rules within asl for how to form name signs using sign grammar conventions and who can grant name signs and when, there are no standard name signs themselves—meaning that not every person named “bob” would have the same name sign. 

moreover, if one has an arbitrary name sign (like the letter d signed at the shoulder), then one may share that name sign with others who have completely different legal names than they do—so, for example, two people whose legal names were denise and deshawn both might use the letter d signed at the shoulder for their name signs.

typically, within local deaf communities, people try to avoid repeating name signs as much as possible—so if a child is being given a name sign for the first time, the giver will make sure that it’s something unique that doesn’t already belong to a friend, family member, or neighbor.       

obviously, we don’t know what grissom’s name sign is or if he even has one at all. 

since he’s hearing, it’s possible that he doesn’t and just fingerspells his name as necessary. if so, then he may primarily go by “gil” because its the quickest and easiest version of his name to fingerspell.

however, if he does have one, it was almost certainly given to him by betty, and she probably gave it to him when he was very young—perhaps even at birth.

while it’s possible his name sign is descriptive and has nothing to do with his given name, it’s also highly possible that whether his name sign is arbitrary OR descriptive, it makes use of the first initial of his name, g.

if so, then i suspect grissom grows up associating himself with the letter g and linking his name sign to his spoken english name gilbert or at least to its most common shortening gil. 

this identification with the g in his name is likely reinforced when his teachers at school, reading off of the roll, call him “gilbert” or “gil”—and particularly as, after the death of his father, grissom likely has no one in his life who would call him by a spoken english name-shortening or nickname and so would be unlikely to volunteer an alternate name (like bert or bertie), even if he were to be asked.

in his mind, he would either be called by his name sign or by his legal name.

the only other real alternative would be his surname (which, of course, also starts with g).

in any case, i think that if grissom were ever going to be called “bert” or “bertie” as an adult, it would have had to be a thing that started in childhood for him.

however, for the reasons outlined above, i don’t believe that it’s likely that even in childhood grissom was ever called bert/bertie—or at least if he was, i don’t think that particular name-shortening lasted for long with him; certainly not much past the death of his father or into his adolescence. 

i think it’s much more likely that in terms of what he is called in spoken english, he has always associated with gilbert, gil, grissom, and/or griss much more strongly than anything else.

that’s just my take, though.

like i said up top, the only thing we can really say for certain about why he doesn’t go by “bert” or “bertie” is just that he doesn’t.

his teammates all have other names for him, and bert/bertie don’t make the cut.

anyway, sorry i can’t be more definitive.

thanks for the question! feel welcome to send another any time.

[coco96]

LDAF - PP Romantic

Dangers Of The Job (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Arguing Fighting, mugging, injury, swearing Request: Could you do a male reader x peter Parker where they get into a heated argument about peter’s hero activities? They don’t talk for days until mreader gets mugged/hurt and peter saves the day and they fluff it out?

Break In (Peter Parker X Stark!Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Gun, shooting, severe injury Request: ... she has her own iron man suit and gets severely injured while she and peter are on a mission and peter blames himself for not being able to stop it. Lots of angst

New Braces (Peter Parker X Reader) Warnings: Self-conscious reader Requests: ... reader and peter are dating and reader just got braces but is insecure and Peter just thinks they look cute

Arranged Plans Cancelled (Peter Parker X Fem!Stark!Reader) Warnings: Bad friends Request: Stark!Reader is often hurt by others, like people will arrange plans + blow her off/friends will make plans in front of her + not invite her. people will get her to do their homework for them bc they know she can’t say no. Peter Parker thinks its really unfair but she handles it really well + doesn’t make a fuss. one day Steve/Tony/someone accidentally upsets her (maybe they cancel plans she’s been really looking forward to or something) and Peter just loses it. she’s really shocked that he noticed and he’s standing up for her. She goes to Midtown too …

Pick Locking (Peter Parker X Reader) Warnings: Minor injuries Request: … “ I teached you how to pick a lock and this is how you’re using that skill” For peter parker?

Meet My Girlfriend! (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Request: ... reader where they’re really close friends and do things that every one else assumes they’re a couple ... she goes w/ him to one of tonys parties ... + he introduces her as his gf without thinking + she’s really confused + he remembers he never actually asked her out?

Unwanted Messages (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Unwanted flirty messages, mention of homophobia Request: … Where the reader always leaves his things around and one day peter sees his phone and sees that she’s been getting messages from females saying flirtatious things and assumes that the reader is cheating on him. But there’s a happy ending

Feeling Insecure (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Swearing, self consciousness Request: … peter parker x bi!male reader that M!R is popular in school and has girls/boys throwing themselves at him and peter feels insecure that M!R will leave him for someone else but with a fluffy(happy) ending

Stolen Sweaters (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Request: ... Just he knows her from school. And something with her just walking around wearing his jumpers and they’re really big on her and he just thinks she’s really cute and just some wholesome love fluff? ...

Bringing the Boyfriend Home (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Mention of tattoos, piercing and mild violence/threat Request: … peter wants to introduce male reader to the avengers but the male reader has like tattoos, piercings etc. And the avengers are skeptical of him but he ends up being/acting like a gentleman that he even makes an impression on the black window

New Kind of Helicopter Parenting (Peter Parker X Stark!Reader) Warnings: Being Spied on Request: Peter Parker × Stark! Reader FLOOFY??💜💜💜They’re in the tower and like watching movies and cuddling and the Avengers are spying at them (and Tony is like so excited cause his ship has sailed!!)

Overwhelmed (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: mention of neglect, divorce, dysfunctional family Request: … she’s in the year below him and is under a lot of stress because she has to help look after siblings and her siblings’ pets and keep up with school interventions and end of topic tests and big exams coming up. And Peter starts to notice that she’s not acting like herself and then she starts to cancel dates cos she doesn’t have time and he understands but wants to make sure she’s okay and she just breaks down so they cuddle and he says he’ll help

Only You (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Insecurity/ mild jealousy Request: ... reader and his best friend are like super friendly twords each other that other people think they are girlfriend/boyfriend and peter feels as if the male reader will leave him for her(best friend) but male reader reassures peter he’s the only one for him

Movie Scenes (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Mention of explicit scene and sexual mention. Request: ... reader has to do an explicit erotic ... scene for a film and peter get jealous that he doesn’t speak to the MR. Then MR tries to figure out why peter is mad and then they just talk it out with peter in MRs arms. …

Dresses (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of Homophobia, arguing and yelling Request: … male reader and Peter are watching a show that includes drag queens and reader is like “is that ok? Can you dress like that and not get beat up?” And  peters response is “ you can, you might still get beat up but I’ll protect you!” … Bucky and Steve walk in on them … and one of them gets mad at reader for dressing like a girl and reader runs off crying … And eventually even though still uneasy whoever said it was wrong accepts it. …

Metallic Limbs (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of injury and loss of limbs, mention of surgery Request: … Reader is a quadruple amputee after the Chitauri attack in Manhattan. Tony, As the one who found her in the rubble, feels inclined to watch over her and help her in any way he can. So he has her fitted with state of the art cybernetic limbs. Years later, reader is coming to the avengers HQ to get a tune up and she meets the friendly neighbourhood sideman without the mask. Tony is unsure if he’s okay with them being so chummy together.

Hacker (Peter X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of cheating. Request: Can you do one where the reader is dating Peter and she’s a hacker who sells information to support herself (her parents are gone) and she knows Peter is Spider-Man and he somehow finds out who she is?

Tickle Fight! (Peter X Fem!Reader) Request: … she’s a hacker and they’re at Stark towers working together(maybe she’s tony’s daughter?) He’s working on his web shooters and y/n is bored so she keeps giving him sneaky little tickles to distract him then pretends she’s innocent and after a while he starts a tickle fight being 100% done with her shit? Bonus if the avengers walk in and ship it? Thx luvly sorry it’s so long😚

Gliding (Peter X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Heights Request: ... she brings Peter to the Avengers tower balcony on a beautiful night to show her wings manifesting ... and then they she soon strongly carries him in his arms for a ride and when they get back to the balcony they have their first kiss?

Prom Night (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Request: The reader can control things like gravity, stars, cosmic energies( energies found in space) and other spacey things and can create blackholes and stars and things like that, and she asks peter out to prom by making him a constellation with her powers. She can manipulate bodies in space but also has powers on earth that she uses for crime fighting super sonic flight, super strength photokinesis astrokinesis.

Dad Duties (Clint Barton X Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Request: Reader is Clint’s daughter who is a mutant and is dating Peter Parker?

Visiting (Peter X Fem!Reader) Request: … it’s peterparker x fem!reader but she’s an australian hero only working with the avengers part time or something. Thanks

Gymnastic Lessons (Peter Parker X Reader) Warnings: Mention of heights Request: Could you do one where Peter is dating the reader and he thinks the fact he can swing around on his webs is pretty cool and then he finds out they’re an aerialist who’s like, really good? Sorry if that’s a little weird

Spider’s Boyfriend (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Request: Maybe you could make a peter parker x jock male reader where peter introduces reader to the avengers and the avengers like really like him that there like complaining that he has to leave and go home at the end

A Little Help (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) WARNINGS: PANIC ATTACKS AND ANXIETY Request: … Reader is a clasdmate of Oeter but they never really talked because shes hella introverted? And hes outside as Spiderman when he sees her having a panic attack and comes to her and comforts her. And she recognizes his voice and thats the start of their friendship.

Really? (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Neglect of family Request: ... reader where her parents are always busy + away from home + she’s sorta starved for affection so to speak. theyre at peters house doing some science project for school. She figures something out. And then peter just casually praises her. he sees how surprised she is + is sad when he realises whats happening with hee parents + starts to go out of his way to find reasons to give her just little bits of affection and praise so she knows she is appreciated?

Darkness (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Fear of the dark Request: … peter parker x stark!reader where she watches horror films in the dark alone a lot. peter stays overnight + realises she sleeps w/ the lights on. When he (persistently) asks why she admits that shes afraid of the dark but everyone expects her to be brave just like her father is so she pretends but really shes just a scared little girl. W/ fluff and cuddles with peter parker

Mirror Image (MJ X Twin!Reader) Request: … Peter sees MJ’s twin (Y/N) and mistakes her identify and leaves embrasssed after declaring she looks prettier today…After feeling embrasssed he walks into the real MJ and MJ bring the snarky person we love, explains why Peter was distracted and later on Peter realizes she has a twin …

Bloody Bed (Peter Parker X Reader) Warnings: Bullying, Injury, blood, wounds, stitches Request: ... reader gets bully at school, so one day reader is crying on the roof. Spiderman sees it and talks to reader who is crying. Then after that the spiderman visis reader almost every day but one day while visiting spiderman is badly injued and the reader takes care of spidey and by accident the reader name is called by peter while thanking him.

Support (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Extremely religious family Request: ... Peter is in love with a boy who is religious and very correct, does not say bad words, does not commit bad deeds, does not drink alcohol or anything of those things and is also in love with Peter but has trouble accepting it because he has always been told he has that is with women the boy is also a super hero and works with the avengers ...

Karen (Peter Parker X Stark!Reader) Request: … Peter is in love with the daughter of Iron Man and the daughter of Iron Man of Peter but she is super shy and antisocial so she does not know how to get close to Peter, she knows that he is spiderman and without his father knowing she hacks the suit Peter and pretends to be Karen :)

Awkward Peter (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Request: ... she is Tony’s daughter and Peter is really awkward around her because obviously, you know, Tony Stark is her dad and he wants to impress him? And just a bunch of awkward Peter and sassy reader?

Signs (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Insensitive comment Request: ... mute!reader where he learned to sign to her; they’re really close& stuff & he helps her w/ work, translating her questions to teachers, etc. A few days after she & Peter start dating, she meets Tony who makes a joke about being used to fans being stunned into silence. Peter just gets really angry & defensive & starts ranting, stepping in front of the reader protectively; she just reaches out & signs that it’s okay. When tony realises he obviously apologises.

Parker! (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Bit of bullying, angry over protective dad. Request: Tony Stark’s daughter is popular and in a band and at a concert, Peter is getting picked on for being alone so Reader goes and kisses him and hugs him, surprising everyone with their secret relationship, much to Tony’s disapproval.

Shared Pain (Peter Parker x Reader) Warnings: Pain, mild violence, swearing, mild spoilers Request: Peter Parker x reader soulmate au reader doesn’t want a soulmate and has kind of hated peter but then it ends up all good

Blind Meeting (Avengers X Blind!Reader) Request: What about a platonic peter parker x reader where the reader is really nervous to meet the avengers because shes blind but peter assures her that itll be fine and the avengers end up loving her

Things We Used To Share (Peter Parker X Reader) Warnings: Sad boi Request: Petet parker x reader based on the song “things we used to share” by thomas sanders??

Kiss Of Life (Peter X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of death, drowning, blood, injury, plane crash Request: … reader is recruited to be an Avenger and she has oceanic powers and when they were all on a tense dangerous mission, Peter was hurt badly and fell over deep into the ocean so the reader jumps in and grabs him, pulls him onto the shore, kissing him (which is a power she has that heals people) to take his pain away?

New Life (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Teasing Request: ... reader is Clints teenage daughter from a previous relationship before Laura. She’s kind of loner and a punk chick but keeps to herself. Laura sends her with her father to try to open her up and make some friends in the city. She ends up falling for peter cause she loves geeky guys.

Not My Best Friend (Peter X Overweight!Fem!Reader) Warnings: Bullying, teasing, body issues, mild swearing Request: … They go together to highschool, have some classes together, and reader takes ballett lessons after school, with some of the girls from her grade - and she’s getting bullied by them (=issues), even by Peter’s new, popular ass girlfriend (not Gwen, bless her). And Peter finds out. And saves the day. …

Missing My Voice (Tony X Fem!Reader, Peter x Fem!Reader)     |    Part 2 Warnings: Blood, surgery, needles, injury Request: … reader loves to sing and play the guitar and a ton of other instruments but goes mute during a mission (due to an injury), and how it impacts Peter and Tony? And can Tony like, go to a ton of doctors and stuff to try and find a solution? Whether he does or doesn’t is up to you. Thanks in advance!

Copy Cat (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Request: … reader shapeshifts into different people/ animals an  uses it to survive, so one day peter parker sees himself stealing something and it ends up in a fight until he realizes she’s a girl? you can pick the ending

Fight Me (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader, Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Threatening (not serious) Request: Hey can I get a Tony x daughter reader where she’s always says fight me like someone says “I Was sitting there” and she says fight me ect. Anyway lots of fluff a little Peter x reader too- Og I forgot Tony x daughter reader fight me she like pure™ thanks😘

Name Of Love Pt 1 (Peter Parker X Reader) *Collab*

Here every step of the way (Peter Parker X Reader) SERIOUS WARNING: EATING DISORDER Request: Would you, by any chance, be able to do an imagine based off of the Peter Parker x bulimic reader that I requested a while ago? If not that’s fine. X

Hacking Fun (Peter X Fem!Reader) Request: ... peter Parker is dating a girl who’s extremely shy and she knows he’s Spider-Man? He brings her to the tower to do homework and tony teases them through the intercom system. But the reader is super smart and hacks his system and shuts him off and tony is impressed so he invites her over more often. He gets her to hack everyone for laughs and pranks.

Real Life Avatar (Peter Parker X Reader) Request: ... reader can control the elements and peter is like “wow you are the freaking Avatar” or something like that? ...

Be Careful (Tony X Daughter!Reader, Peter X Fem!Reader)     |     Part 2 Warnings: Blood, getting shot Request: … reader is Tony’s teenage daughter who’s dating Peter and she’s just the type of person everyone loves but she’s also a really good hacker and fighter so she does missions sometimes and she ends up getting shot? …

Better Choice (Tony Stark X Cousin!Reader, Peter Parker X Reader) Warnings: One swears and mentions of bed relationships and breakups Request: The reader is Tonys younger cousin (teenager) and she starts falling for Peter and tony just pets it happen because he’s better than any boyfriend the reader has had before

Retainers (Peter Parker X Teen!Reader) Request: ... there are both Avengers in training living in the Avengers tower, and they are both in braces stage where they wear their retainers at night. Then they get called out for a mission in the middle of the night, and forget to take them off, and the rest of the team sort of jokes around with them? Thank you!!

Prankster (Peter Parker X Reader) Warnings: Pushing someone off a roof? Request: Helloooo! Could i request a peter parker x reader where the reader is the son/daughter of wade wilson and can turn invisible. So they like peter and love playing pranks on him and one time they go invisible and kiss him!

“Mr Rogers?”(Steve X Son!Reader, Peter X Male!Reader) Warnings: Over protective father? Request: … reader is Steve Rogers’ son (14-15) and he’s a really protective dad, but the reader is dating Peter Parker and Steve goes dad-mode on them? …

One Drink (Adult!Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Jealousy, swearing Request: ... they go to a bar and the reader runs into there old friend and from toms point of view it look like the old friend is really touchy and the reader is okay with it so Tom drags the reader him without saying a word they have a little argument in the house and then the reader clears it up ...

Telling Him (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of coming out and past murder Request: … reader is Tony’s son (probably an adoption situation?) and is closeted gay… maybe after Peter is already a part of the avengers, and not during Civil War? …

You’ve What!? (Peter X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Sexual themes, drinking, threatening Request: ... reader is the babygirl of the avengers, and has been datind Peter Parker for a long time, but they dont bother them ... but one day they a little drunk and playing “ Never have I ever” and someone ask: “had sex” and Peter and reader drink, and everybody freaks out ...

Who Is It? (Tony X Daughter!Reader)     |     Part 2 Request: … Tonys daughter is sitting in the living room being like ‘hey I hacked into your system ‘cause I’m your super smart daughter and have no where else to go’ and Tony starts to get really protectiv over her. And then finds out that she is falling in love with Peter, but Tony is basically the last one to find out? …

Peter Parker dating reader with bulimia would include . . .

Dating Peter Parker and having powers would include…

Dating Peter Parker and being on Team Cap would include …

Noticing (Peter X Fem!Reader) Request: ... reader is the youngest avenger and a witch and always helps T'Challa, Peter and Scott become closer to the team? Idk maybe she gossips with them or requests to go on a mission to make them feel included ...

[janeykath318]

Family Ties and Flirty Guys

“What brings you back here, Doctor?” Sam asked, making her blush a bit with the way he emphasized her new title.

“You, for one,” Darcy told him, eyes looking him up and down approvingly. She was just as pretty and charming as he remembered and he didn’t feel averse to picking up where they left off if she showed signs of being interested.

“Oh?” He asked, smirking a bit.

“Yeah,” she confirmed with a fleeting, almost nervous smile. “I’ve heard of your exploits with Bucky lately and the unfortunate episode with the fake Captain America.”

Sam winced and Darcy sighed, eyes glancing at the shield in his hand.

“It looks good on you,” she said simply.

“Thanks,” Sam acknowledged. “But why else are you here? Not that I’m not happy to see you…”

She chuckled awkwardly and he saw she was holding a file folder in her hand.

“So, I was doing a little research into my family tree for funsies when I stumbled upon this.”

She held out a piece of paper and Sam’s eyes widened.

“You mean…..”

“Yep,” she confirmed proudly. “Is he here?”

“Last I saw, he was fishing with my nephews,” he told her. “Want me to take you to him?”

“Sure, if it’s no trouble,” she said nervously. “I’d better speak up now before I chicken out. I hope he won’t think I’m crazy.”

“I think he’ll be elated to find out he has living family,” Sam told her seriously. “The records you have make it pretty clear you can back it up.”

So, in a few minutes, Darcy was following Sam to the docks, where three figures were having the time of their lives. Bucky looked a lot different from the last time she’d seen him, but he was joking and smiling with the kids, who were plainly having the time of their lives.

“Wow. He’s great with kids,” she commented.

“I know. They took to him pretty fast,” Sam admitted. “Never would have guessed it.”

“Are the two of you…...okay?” She asked. “I remember your epic clashes back in the old days. But Steve was there to keep the peace.”

Sam looked thoughtfully off into the distance.

“We’re in a better place, I’d say. We’ve been able to finally have conversations that should have happened a long time ago. He can be a pain in the ass, but he’s a great guy. Never tell him I said that, though.”

Darcy laughed and Bucky suddenly noticed them.

“You bringing girls home, Sam?” He yelled smugly, standing up and putting his hands on his hips. The boys giggled beside him.

“Zip it, Barnes!” Darcy yelled back. “If anything, I’d take HIM home.

Bucky’s smile got even bigger and he rushed over to join them, grabbing Darcy in a hug.

“Lewis! Long time no see!”

Darcy smiled as she was bodily lifted and twirled around before being set back on her feet.

“Yeah. Right back atcha. I see you got tired of the hobo chic look.”

Sam snorted and Bucky chuckled, rubbing his head self-consciously.

“Yeah. I got tired of hair flying in my face in a fight,” he explained. “S’not practical. But what brings you all the way out here, other than hitting on Sam?”

There were more giggles from the boys and Sam fixed them with a stern look before glancing at Darcy and leading the kids away to give her some privacy.

Darcy stood in front of Bucky, trying to find the right words to break it to him gently, but in the end the first thing that came out of her mouth was “You’re my great-great uncle!”

Quite naturally, Bucky looked at her like she was off her rocker, and Darcy face-palmed with the hand that was not holding the paper.

“Ummm, here,” she sighed, handing him the paper. “It’s from the records I found when researching my family tree. I meant to ease into it, but my big ole mouth just went and got ahead of my brain.”

His eyes widened as he read it and a rather incredulous smile lit up his face.

“Here I was thinking I had no living relatives,” Bucky said in wonder. “No wonder we were so in synch in our mischief making. Genetics.”

He hugged Darcy again, this time much longer. She could practically feel the delight radiating off of him and it made her feel very satisfied in the decision she’d made. Back in the pre-Snap world, Darcy had befriended Bucky and roped him into her prank schemes against the avengers. He was super stealthy, so no one but Natasha ever knew who was really responsible for the terror rained down upon their friends. Their crowning achievements had included glitter on Steve’s helmet and shield, smiley faces on Tony’s suit, and trick arrows that squawked like chickens when fired. (The look on Clint’s face!!)

“So, should I call you Uncle James now?” She asked slyly, grinning at him again.

He groaned and shook his head decidedly.

“No. That just makes me feel old,” he declared.

“Well, you technically are.”

“In that case, respect your elders, young lady,” he said, wagging his finger and making his voice creaky. “Oh, and get off my lawn!”

They doubled over laughing until Sam came back and shook his head at them.

“I hate to interrupt this charming family reunion,” he said dryly. “But I’d like a turn to catch up with Doctor Lewis here. We have some unfinished business.”

He looked at her meaningfully and Darcy fluttered her eyelashes. Sam was very good at saying a lot with one look, and she was liking what that said very much.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed and he looked between them suspiciously, clenching his metal hand a bit.

A woman appeared on the porch and suddenly, his whole demeanor shifted and he smiled an utterly charming smile and strolled toward her.

Sam groaned and face palmed.

“He seems smitten,” Darcy remarked, eying the way Bucky was chatting up the woman, whom Darcy guessed was probably Sam’s sister. She’d never met her, but he’d mentioned her quite a few times.

“Unfortunately.” Sam snorted. “I warned him not to flirt with her or I’d feed him to the fish, but does he listen? No!”

“Well, I guess you’ll get some good payback if he sees you flirting with his great-great niece,” Darcy suggested, a very sly expression in her blue eyes. “And lay it on thick. I want to scandalize him.”

“Man, I’ve missed you,” Sam stated, grinning evilly as he pondered how awesome Darcy was and how he could annoy Bucky the most.

“And I’ve missed you, too,” she told him, giving him the hug she’d been wanting to for a long time.

They talked outside for a long time, discussing Darcy’s journey to getting her doctorate and the adventure in Westview, and Sam’s struggle with the legacy of the shield and the mess with John Walker.

Darcy’s eyes were wet when he’d finished and for a moment she didn’t say anything, just stood there in supportive silence.

“That is a LOT. Wow, Sam.”

She shook her head, then stepped forward and poked him in the chest.

“The world needs more heroes like you, and that’s the truth. You, Sam Wilson, are a good man. Steve knew that and the rest of the world is going to know that too.”

Before Sam could respond to this, a voice yelled out, “Sam! Don’t make her stand there all day! Bring her in and introduce us!”

“Sarah?” Darcy asked, with a knowing smile.

“Yup,” Sam sighed. “And that was her mom voice, so we’d better get going.”

When they made it inside, Bucky was helping Sarah put dinner on the table and being far too friendly about it, in Sam’s opinion. Before he could give his friend a quelling death glare, he felt a soft hand wrap around his arm as Darcy scooted in close.

“Remember the plan?” She whispered, giving him a flirtatious smile.

Sam swallowed hard. He wasn’t sure it was such a good plan now, but he found he wasn’t willing to object, so he smiled right back at her and went along with it.

Darcy was a big hit with the rest of the Wilson family and soon had the boys captivated as she told the story of how she’d met Thor and tased him.

“And how did you wind up meeting these two?” Sarah asked, nodding at Sam and Bucky, who were currently engaged in another stare down. Bucky had caught Sam holding Darcy’s hand and had nearly turned purple. Darcy thought it was both hilarious and adorable how protective both men were being.

“I met Sam when sad puppy Steve brought him in after the whole mess in DC. I was visiting one of the Avengers facilities and saw him swooping around and oh, boy, I was Very Intrigued, to say the least.”

She winked suggestively at Sam, who smirked.

“I met Bucky here a few months later when he was on his Destroy All Hydra bases rampage and he happened to hit the one I was held hostage in. Normally, I’m pretty good at being self-rescuing, but Hydra is Hydra. He found me in the Nick of time.”

She gave Bucky a grateful look, and he nodded in acknowledgment, both feeling even more thankful for the rescue now.

“Sounds like you’ve had a lot of adventures, Darcy,” Sarah commented.

“Yeah,” Darcy chuckled. “It would probably be better for my nerves and blood pressure if I just hung around non-superheroes, but I’ve become too attached to them. They’re just so darn irresistible!”

She looked up at Sam with an exaggerated adoring smile and he gave her back a look that had her getting hot all over.

Bucky glowered and paid Sarah another compliment.

And so on it went until Sarah shooed the boys off to bed and Darcy was on the porch standing between Sam and Bucky, who were both piling up the spoken and unspoken threats.

“If you hurt her, Wilson, I’ll go full Winter Soldier on your ass!” Bucky growled.

“Oh, yeah? And if you hurt HER, I will drop your ass from five hundred feet, THEN feed you to the fishes!” Sam shot back.

“Down, Boys!” Darcy soothed, laying a hand on each of their arms.

“Sarah and I are perfectly capable of kicking the butts of whoever hurts us, but somehow, I don’t think either of you will. Now, can we all peaceably say goodbye, so I can give my man a Goodnight kiss?”

Grudgingly, the men shook hands and Bucky gave her a huge hug.

“Look me up when you get back to New York,” she told him. “I’ve got some old photos you might want so see.”

“I sure will, Darcy. Thank you. This means so much to me,” he said earnestly.

When Bucky had gone around to the back, Sam moved in close.

“Were you serious about that Goodnight kiss, Lewis?” He asked.

“Very serious,” Darcy grinned, rising up on tiptoes as he leaned down. It was a very good thing Bucky left, she reflected afterwards. Sam sure knew how to make a girl’s knees weak!

[ao3feed-stucky]

by steveidiotrogers

Steve Rogers was finally making a name for himself, his tattoo shop was doing well and his friends were all happy. Yet Steve was missing something, he felt very lonely and didn't know how to go about fixing that, his demons from his past seem to keep popping.

Enter in Bucky Barnes, Becca's overly flirtatious who seems to have Steve Rogers in sights but when the opportunity presents it self will Bucky have not just one partner but two.

Thor Odinson has been trying to get Steve's romantic attention for the better part of a year and it seems to be finally time but Bucky Barnes is on his mind and he doesn't know what to say.

  So I suck summaries but I promise, it's not terrible

Words: 2435, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Pepper Potts, Peggy Carter, Peter Quill, mainly og6 and loki and the second round of avengers

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Thor, Steve Rogers/ Brock Rumalow (past), James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Thor, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Past Abuse, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, bucky has both arms, So Much Sexual Tension, like you'll want to scream at how long it's gonna take them to fuck, but like not for lack of trying, OT3, everyone is hella gay because gays flock together, Good Guy Tony, Sam Wilson is completely done with Steve's crisis, but he still supports them, i'm sure theres more to add, but uh that's all I can think of right now., basically all mcu characters will appear in this fic, some just have larger inpact on the story than others, but yeah

[dpimagines]

Well, That’s One Way to Start a Relationship; Wade Wilson

notes: hey! welcome to my first post on this blog! ‘sup! this fic is something I’ve had finished in my google docs for a while, but had no idea where to post! then, I made this blog, so I decided to polish it up and post it! enjoy! 

warnings/details: dubcon (sex pollen), age gap/underage if you squint, virgin!reader, masturbation, oral sex, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, just... just really dirty, okay? I originally wrote this on my period, and I get incredibly horny on my period. You’re welcome for that info. 

You didn’t know what happened. As trainees, you and Peter were kind of like alternates for the Avengers. Since Nat and Clint were out doing SHIELD business, the two of you were helping Tony, Bruce, and the others combat this strange, plant-like monster.

When it was defeated, it released this strange...dust. You were the only one who got a lot of it in your system, but after being examined by what felt like a million doctors, you were cleared.

You walked home, to the apartment you shared with Wade after he moved out of Al’s. The old woman had a second stroke and passed away in her sleep.

Wade’s name was alone on the lease, but you paid half of the rent and bills in exchange for the spare room.

“Saw you on the news today,” he tells you as you enter.

“Mmhmm,” you acknowledge.

“That plant monster thing was pretty wild,” Wade remarks. “You okay?”

“Yeah, breathed in some funky dust but all the doctors cleared me,” you tell him. You did still feel a little off, but that could be nerves. “I’m gonna shower.”

“Don’t use up all the hot water,” he warns.

“Oh, and what are you gonna do if I do? Ground me?” You laugh, closing the bathroom door behind you and undressing. You get in the shower and let the warm water cascade down your body. It unwinds your tension a little bit, but you can think of other ways to help with that. After you’re all cleaned up, a hand finds its way down south.

You have very little time to steady yourself once you’re finished, as the man you thought about yells: “Y/N! Water!”

You get out, drying off and wrapping your towel around yourself before making your way to your room.

Wade wolf-whistles.

“Shut up!” You laugh it off, but you’re disappointed at the reminder that he’d never really like you, not like that.

In the living room, he thinks about you. He hasn’t known you long enough that it would be outright wrong to be into you… But he has known you long enough to where it’s a little weird, especially considering your age.

But that, devastatingly enough, is part of the allure.

He always wants what he can’t, what he shouldn’t have.

You don’t come back out of your room, which worries him. Had the flirtatious tinge of you two’s recent conversations made you uncomfortable?

He knocks on the door.

“What’s up?”

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“Y-yeah, fine..” you reply. Uh oh. Since you got off in the shower, you couldn’t stop masturbating. Literally. Every time you try to pry your hand off, you feel a strange kind of pain.

You needed it, and like an itch that you’d wake up in the middle of the night scratching, even when you weren’t supposed to be, your hands just did it of their own volition.

Waves of pleasure shoot through you, even though you’re not to your third orgasm yet. Yeah, you’d had your second only a little while after you’d gotten into your room.

“Y/N!”

“What?” you choke out.

“I’ve been calling your name. What the hell is going on?!” He asks, and you know he’s worried, but you’re so lost.

“I- I think that dust did something to me,” you realize. “Don’t worry, I’ll be over it. Just don’t feel so- Ah! Good.” You’d changed from clit to hole and curled your fingers.

He opens the door.

“I can’t stop,” you whimper, so embarrassed. You avert your gaze from him as if you can just pretend he’s not there. “I really can’t, my hand won’t- won’t move.”

A tent slowly rises in his pants. Why wouldn’t it? You’re fucking beautiful, even more so when you’re naked, legs spread and fingers desperately rubbing your clit. You look dazed and delicious.

Wade knows he shouldn’t take advantage, but the spark in your eyes at the sight of his hardness makes him want to.

“Help me, help me,” you beg breathily, a shaky whisper.

Your back arches, and your eyes roll back, but you’re right back to it.

“Y/N… You’re not in your right mind,” he reasons.

“Please, please.. Ah, Wade...” you moan out his name.

As an experiment, he pries your hand off of you, and you scream in pain, hot tears immediately rolling down. He’d thought maybe if you resisted the urge, you’d be brought out of the trance you were clearly in.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. That was some very un-sexy pain, and he only wanted sexy pain for you. Not now, but later sometime.

You’re still touching yourself as you move closer to him. You drop to your knees in front of him and look up at him, eyelashes fluttering.

“Please, can I?”

“You- I- We shouldn’t.”

“I want to, so bad. Please. I got off in the shower to the thought of you, y’know. Once I got off there, that’s when I couldn’t stop.”

“You thought of me?”

You nod, kissing his erection through his Hello Kitty pajama pants. They’re soft against your burning skin. You’re over-stimulated in the best way as you nuzzle his package. You’re close again, to your fourth now.

He pulls your head away.

“Y/N, I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“That you understand I don’t just see you as an object, I care about you, and-“

“I promise,” you cut him off, over-excited.

“And that you understand that I don’t think any less of you. At all. That I still respect you and want to be in your life no matter what happens when you get over this.”

You nod, smiling. “I promise.”

Wade pulls down his pants.

“You’re so big…” You say, eyes wide. You’d never done this, or, well, anything but kissing before. But you’d seen (and read, and listened to) enough porn to get the basic idea.

You take the head in your mouth before getting more. You gag quite a bit, but you want to get as much of him in your mouth as possible. You moan around him, bobbing your head up and down as fast as you can, almost hungrily. No, definitely hungrily.

“Y/N, I’m going to-“

You immediately pull your mouth off, and begin jacking him off.

“On my-“ you gasp, part in the pleasure you were still giving yourself, part in the need to breathe more due to holding your breath before. “Face.” Guys like that, right?

“I may have a good refractory period, honey, but I get the feeling even mine isn’t going to cut it.”

“That’s fine, I can take care of myself,” you tell him. “You’re so…” you moan as you orgasm, a sound somehow both filthy and pure that he wishes he could hear nothing but for the rest of his life as ribbons of his own orgasm splatter onto your face.

“What’s that? Three?” He asks, curious.

“Four, I came the second time before you came in,” you correct, allowing him to lead you to your bed, as you continue to touch yourself. He takes a tissue from the box on your bedside table and gently wipes your face clean with it, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. He liked being close to you. He was used to you seeing his face, so the thoughts of self-consciousness that typically plagued him when he was hooking up were almost no more.

“Cute,” he notes, because you’re blushing. He moves your hand, touching you with his less than a moment later, switching between curling his fingers inside you and rubbing your sensitive clit.

You roll your hips against his hand as he kisses your neck, sucking and biting at untouched skin. Marring it with beautiful bruises. Marring you, and he can’t get enough.

“Wade, Wade, Wade..” you repeat his name again and again, like it’s the only thought you’ve got. “I’m gonna- Gonna cum again.”

“Okay, baby,” he says, smoothing your hair back. You perk up at the nickname, he’ll have to remember that.

The way you look up at him drives him insane-er. So much adoration and trust alongside the dazed lust in your your eyes. It’s that that keeps him from feeling like a monster, from feeling like he was taking advantage of you.

“Thank you.. . For helping me...” you whisper, trembling as you cum for a fifth time. You feel his hardness return.

“Do you want to do, uh, this, or something else?”

You’d never done “this” before, and you wanted to, but Wade seemed to think you had and you didn’t want him to stop if he found out.

“I do,” you tell him, and he goes to get a condom, leaving you needy. You touch yourself, tears running at how sensitive you were. It was starting to hurt, even when you were touching yourself. Not to the same degree, but the same kind of pain. You gasp, your breaths shaky.

He comes back with the box.

“I get the feeling we might be here awhile,” he explains, and you nod.

“It’s starting to hurt like it did before but not as bad, I just need more, something, anything, I-“

He positions himself and rams into you. You immediately clutch at him, your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as you whimper. It’s then Wade remembers something.

Peter had come over a week or so ago, and the two of you and gone into your room. Jealous, he’d listened in.

After some boring ass small talk, there was a bombshell:

“Y/N, what the heck?! You’re pregnant?!”

Wade was shocked.

“Huh?”

“Prenatal vitamins!”

“Yeah, they’re good for you whether you’re pregnant or not, especially your nails and hair. How stupid are you, Peter? You can’t get pregnant if you’ve never had sex.”

“Oh, baby..” He gets you to loosen your arms and looks down at you. “Why didn’t you remind me?”

You freeze up. “You- You know I..?”

He nods.

“I thought you would stop, and I need- I need-“

“I would never deny you,” Wade says, and he really means it. Even though he wishes you had been more honest, he understood that you weren’t completely in your right mind. You were desperate. “Is it okay to move?”

“Yeah,” you reply. He’s uncharacteristically silent, making you uneasy. “Talk to me.”

“You really want me to talk to you? Like, you’re specifically asking me to talk?” Wade is a bit stunned.

“Yes, you fucking- Ah!” He hits the exact right angle and you lose the ability to think. He continues to hit that spot, enjoying the noises you make and the way you throw your head back onto the pillow, back trying to arch but being restrained by his weight, his strength.

He moves a few fingers to touch your clit, and the grip of your legs around him gets tighter, to the point where he can barely move.

“Wade,” you whine, and he knows exactly what you’re saying at this point.

“Y/N,” he groans. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

Your bare chest rises and falls as you pant, taking him in fasterharderfasterharderfasterharder until you come undone for the sixth time this evening, him following shortly after. He pulls out, and you hiss in pain.

“Let me kiss it better,” he offers, his stamina far better than yours as he pulls off the condom and ties it off before lowering himself so that he’s face to face with your abused heat that was still pulsing, still hungry for more. You were in so much pain.

“Wade, please..” you weep.

“Fuck, I forgot, I’m sorry.” And with that, his infamous mouth engulfs you, tongue tracing patterns on you before rubbing at your clit. His fingers dance from your mid-thigh to just above your hips, causing goosebumps to rise.

You moan sweetly, and Wade continues his ministrations, wishing he could tell you how perfect you look, how perfect you are. His little doll. Will broken, eyes glazed, letting him play with you however he wanted. So cute.

And the whiny, breathy little noises you made when you were going to cum, those were his favorite. He’d be hearing those in the back of his mind for a very long time. Hopefully he’d be hearing them in person for a very long time, too.

Your legs give out, and you’re cumming again, that’s seven times. Your eyelids feel heavy. Wade can see you’re tired.

“You gotta go pee,” he tells you. “Cranberry juice isn’t exactly cheap.” You go to get off the bed, but you can’t walk much, your legs hurt. You’re still insanely horny, but the unnatural desire and the pain it comes with is partially quelled. Hurts like hell, but you’ll be able to sleep through it now.

Wade scoops you up, taking you to the bathroom and standing outside. Once you’re done and cleaned up, he helps you back to bed, offering you his shirt so you don’t get too cold.

“Stay,” you insist.

“You want me to?”

You nod, and he slides next to you. You relax despite your back being to him, enjoying the closeness. You sleep.

-

When you wake up, he’s gone, and you’re in intense pain again.

This is getting frustrating, and that frustration adds to the overwhelming emotional and physical stimuli that has been giving you problems since yesterday. You begin to cry, hard.

It hurts so bad, and Wade has disappeared because he regrets sleeping with you, and your feet are hot, and you want to be touched so bad you think that the feel of a single finger that wasn’t your own against your skin would make you cum.

“Baby?” He’s in your doorframe. “Oh, no, I was gonna surprise you with breakfast. I’m not going anywhere.”  

“Need it, need you so bad.” Tears are running down your face.

Wade comes in and you’re lax as he kisses your neck.

“Do you want to try something?” He asks, struck with an idea.

“S-sure…” you agree, and Wade leaves the room for a moment before bringing back a simple plastic tote.

He opens it, and digs around, pulling out a strip of cloth.

“Can I blindfold you?”

You nod in agreement. You’d try anything, especially if he wanted it.

After doing this, he begins to finger you.

“More,” you implore. So, he gets a condom out, and fucks into you. You wince, still bruised from yesterday, but the pleasure outweighs the pain. You cum, and he continues to fuck you for a little while longer, until it’s time for his release.

The blindfold added to the helplessness of the situation in a rather positive way.

“Can I try something else?” Wade offers.

“Whatever you want,” you reply.

“Get my permission to cum before you do.”

“O-okay..” You say, your cheeks heating up.

“Ooh, baby, did I get you flustered?”

You don’t reply.

“Well?” He asks, suddenly his voice is quiet, and in your ear.

“Y-yes.”

“I want to use a vibrator on you, can I?” He asks. He keeps his sex toys in the tote, you realize.

“Mmhmm..” you agree, waiting nervously. You hear buzzing. It’s on a low setting, you can tell, as the bullet-sized thing touches you. Wade’s fingers slip into your orgasm-slick heat, and at a pretty constant rate, Wade turns up the intensity.

You’re right on the edge when you remember to ask.

“What’s in it for me?” he replies, and there’s the asshole you know and love.

“Wade, please.”

“Doesn’t sound like a reason to let you cum.”

“I’ll suck you off. With the blindfold on… And my arms tied behind my back.”

“Before you cum?”

“Yeah, sure, fine,” you agree.

“You’re so cute. Do I get to keep your arms tied?” He asks.

“Anything you want.”

“Anything? Baby, you’re so cute. How about you just suck me off, and leave the blindfold on and the vibrator in? We’ll do bondage later,” he promises.

“Okay.” You tremble, holding your orgasm back as Wade sits on the bed, guiding your mouth to his cock, which was very hard. He was enjoying playing with his new toy. So lax and trusting, getting pleasure from doing whatever he wanted you to do.

You take it in your mouth, bobbing up and down like you did yesterday, but slower. You’re blindfolded, blowing him, and you’re wearing his tee shirt, nothing else. Fucking hot. He loves it.

You pull off for a moment.

“Fuck my face,” you say, and hear a soft gasp.

“You really are something,” he tells you, hooking his fingers into your hair and forcing your mouth down hard, thrusting in. It’s pleasurable for you, too, and you moan around him, allowing yourself to feel the vibrator a little more instead of shutting it out to avoid cumming.

He keeps lifting his hips, and you’re lost and home at the same time. In the dark with an aching jaw and sparks of electricity dancing on your skin, wishing you could cum.

Speaking of cum... His fills your mouth.

“Swallow it,” he demands, and you comply.

“C-can I cum now?” You request, sitting up. 

“Of course,” he replies, and after a few moments of holding the vibrator to your clit and rocking back and forth, the feeling cuts through you like a katana, leaving you gasping and moaning. “You are so cute. Ask every time, because this was amazing. Just yesterday you were a virgin. Today you’re my slut. I love it.”

You tremble excitedly at the term, especially combined with “my.”

“Do you like that, baby? When I call you mine? My little slut? My fucking-”

You nod, his hand gently holding your neck as if we was about to choke you.

Wade rubs your ridiculously wet cunt again, middle finger rubbing your clit before teasing at your hole as his hand goes up and down. You give a whiny sigh, gripping his biceps as he fingers you. But then, your phone rings. It’s Tony, You look at Wade with begging eyes, imploring him to take care of it for you. 

“Touch yourself. I’ll be back.”

“Hello?” He answers the phone as he exits the room, putting it on speaker so that you can hear them but they can’t hear you.

“Is Y/N okay?” Tony asks.

“Why?”

“Bruce inhaled a sample of that pollen that she got in her system, and it had some… Interesting side effects,” Tony explains.

“Oh, that. How do we fix that?” He requests the solution to your problem, because he’s not completely selfish.

“Well, with Bruce, we had to wait it out. Y/N might have to just wait longer. Is she in any pain? Towards the end she might be.”

“She’s been in pain since the beginning,” Wade informs him.

“Oh,” Tony replies. “Did you help her?”

“I don’t like that question. Goodbye.”

Wade goes back to you, and you’re very obviously bashful, to the point where he can tell even with the blindfold on you..

“Did you cum?” He asks.

“Y-you were on the phone, and-“

“Did you?” He repeats himself, trying to sound stern.

You duck your head. “Yes,” you quietly admit.

“Oh, baby, I can’t even pretend to be upset. I know you can’t help it, not right now. You get a free pass.”

“Can I ride you?” You ask brightly, and the crudeness of the inquiry combined with the innocence of your voice excites him too goddamn much.

“Of course,” he responds, sitting back down on your bed. “Though, I think, after, we should go to my bed. It’s bigger and cushier. Fit for a princess.”

You suck on your fingers, wetting them with saliva before your hand his led to Wade’s cock and you stroke him to full hardness. After that, he puts the condom on and you’re ready to go.

“Are you sure you were a virgin before me?”

“Thank the Internet, Wade,” you inform him, before slowly lowering yourself onto him with guidance. His dick goes deeper from this angle, and you adjust to it before lifting yourself up and slamming back down with a quiet whine of: “Fuck...”

“Let me help, baby.” He puts his strong, calloused hands on the soft flesh of your hips, pulling up and pushing down. You rock back and forth while going up and down, until you find the spot that’s just right and fuck yourself at that angle hard and fast.

“Y/N, I’m gonna-“

“No, no, I need.. More, please, longer..” You whine.

“So demanding.” But he does his best to hold off, to give you what you want. It pays off.

“Can I cum?”

“Yes, honey.” You bury your face into his shoulder and shake. He holds you, cumming too.

“I just want this to be over,” you admit. “It feels good, but I- I hurt so bad.” Tears roll down from behind your blindfold, and he takes it off, looking into your beautiful eyes.

“Hey, how about we just use toys from now on? Tony was who was on the phone earlier, and he said that it happened to Bruce too and all we can do is wait it out. I can use vibrators and stuff on you. They’re all sanitized and everything. I know you’re tired, baby.”

You nod, and he scoops you up, taking you to his room as promised. The bed is taller, and you can feel that there’s a memory foam pad on top as you sink in a little. His bed really was fit for a princess. Wade goes back for the tub, bringing it in and choosing a different vibrator. He puts it on the highest setting and just holds it for you, listening to the desperate, pleasured noises you make like they’re music.

You ask if you can cum.

“No need to ask anymore, the point of this is so that you’re not in pain, honey.”

Your eyes roll back.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re getting off, you know that?”

You moan, high.

“Ooh, do you like it when I get raunchy?”

You nod.

“So many things I wanna try. Taking you from behind and listening as you moan into the pillow. Phone sex when I’m on jobs. Mutual masturbation in general just sounds nice. Tying you up. Gagging you, both with a gag and with my cock.”

Wade angles the vibrator different ways as your hips roll around. You’re beautiful to him, sunlight streaming through the blinds onto your smooth skin. Skin so different from his own.

He kisses said skin on your thighs as he continues to take you to another orgasm.

Your back arches again, and you gasp, like you’ve been underwater for too long.

-

The day felt long and short, taking pee breaks every once in awhile. You fall asleep early, and when you wake up, you feel normal.

You’re worried he’s completely gone, but he’s sitting on the rocking chair in the corner. It was Al’s, and he liked to sit on it and polish his guns. However, unlike usual, he was still. Just… watching. It had to be late at night or early in the morning. How long had he been like this?

He goes to the tote.

“No! I mean, I feel normal. I mean, a bit achy after that non-stop sex, but.. Normal. Thank you, Wade.”

He dashes toward you, taking your face in your hands and kissing you.

You respond, allowing his hands to drift down to your waist, your hands now on his face. He pulls away, searching your eyes for something.

“I was so scared you wouldn’t feel the same way, after all that. I- I took advantage of you...”

“No, no, I asked you to help me and you did. Thank you, again, Wade. I don’t know what I’d do without such an amazing...dot-dot-dot?”

“Boyfriend. Soulmate. Future Husband.”

You giggle at his answer, or, answers.

“Let’s cuddle, Boyfriend.”

[thevengeanceuniverse]

Music is Worthless (WinterIron)

Read the whole thing here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24563422

                                                            ~~~

Barnes took a hell of a long time to find, leading Steve in a merry chase around the world as he thoroughly waged war on any Hydra bases he had ever been housed in or heard whispers of.

Steve was gone more often than not, coming back for a few days every few months when he lost the trail, back to Tony so he could aim him in the right direction.

Tony didn’t blink at Steve’s increasing favours. He provided all the funds, created new algorithms for the search, researched the background of Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier program, kept the team together and safe during battle. He did not think about the fact that Steve had dropped everything at the mere mention of Bucky Barnes.

~~

Sifting through 70 years of torture and brainwashing protocol brought back his own nightmares. They blended together, making him remember the waterboarding, the yelling in his ears, the shock that lit him with painful intensity as car battery met with water and became electrocution.

Electrocution would turn into Barnes’ electroshock therapy and the hands holding down his arms would be bound to a chair. He would scream and scream, but there would be no sound. Gagged with the mouth guard, there would only be heartacheing, back-breaking, soul-shattering pain and that black hole of silence.

Once again, sleeping wasn’t the most successful experiment so far, but at least when he pushed himself far enough his body took over and knocked him out. He would catch a precious few hours before the nightmares came to say hi and then he would wake up with the trapped screams in his throat and get back to work.

It was like an alarm clock.

Even as he adjusted to his new normal, life decided to be the everlasting gift that it was and exposed a buried video from December 16th, 1991.

He threw up the first time he saw it, the image of Bucky Barnes killing Howard playing in his head over and over against the soundtrack of his mother having the life choked out of her.

Then he watched it obsessively, disturbed by finally seeing his parents after so many years with none of the accompanying music that made it feel like them. If he didn’t recognize their faces and voices, he could almost fool himself that it was strangers, people he didn’t know that wouldn’t make him feel grief and anger and sadness and every other negative emotion under the sun.

The one bare comfort he got out of it was that the main thing that Howard thought of as he was dying was helping Maria. Maybe he wasn’t such a heartless bastard after all.

He was still dead though.

~~

He decided he wasn’t going to tell Steve, continuing to update him on the Winter Soldier’s movements and seeing him off to places unknown as scheduled.

He was so wrapped in the process of finding the man that he forgot what actually was supposed to happen when they found him. Until Steve landed the Quinjet on the Tower’s pad and out walked him and James Buchanan Barnes following like a dark, solemn shadow.

Tony locked down the lab immediately, bending over his knees as he struggled to breathe and remember what he’d been trying to convince himself of: Barnes was separate from the person responsible for the murder of his parents, that that sin lay at the Winter Soldier’s feet and the man had been tortured and had his memory and his very self wiped away like condensation on glass.

He didn’t come out of the lab for three days.

~~

Tony was being an absolute creep and watching James Barnes through the safety of JARVIS’ many, many eyes in the sky. Barnes was subdued most of the time, always scanning the room as if he expected to be attacked at any moment and stiffening any time anyone touched him, even Steve.

But even as Steve’s face fell every time Barnes pulled away, Barnes’ face was impassive, set in a blank mask that said nothing of how he was feeling. It was as if he had no emotion at all. He watched everyone, and from where he was sequestered away, Tony watched him.

He decided to attempt his escape in the middle of the night when no one would see him. His stomach had started to cannibalize itself and all he had left was a moldy piece of bread. Tony wasn’t desperate enough to sink to that yet.

Peeking down from the elevator and seeing the lights off in the kitchen, he crept forward as carefully as he could while listening for any sounds of music or movement. When he heard nothing, he gave up on his Mission Impossible moment and strode into the kitchen, heading straight for the coffee pot.

The magic mix successfully brewing, he opened the fridge and started rummaging through the leftovers. Clint would be pissed that he’s taking the last of the Thai food, but Tony wasn’t worried. Thor was the only one you looked out for when stealing food, Tony didn’t even dare look in the direction of his PopTarts.

Popping the food in the microwave to reheat, he took the time when he was waiting to scrub some of the grease caked on his hands. He didn’t even remember how those got there.

“So you’re Tony Stark.”

Yelping, Tony whipped around to be confronted with one James Buchanan Barnes, shock and disbelief radiating through his core.

Holy shit, this motherfucker is Silent too.

~~

Tony and Barnes stared at each other a long moment. Tony because he was trying to wrap his mind around two impossibly Silent people and Barnes because he just didn’t care to end it.

Packaging up his shock to deal with later, Tony plastered a welcoming grin on his face. “Sergeant Barnes, well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

Barnes forehead creased at Tony’s flirtatious tone, not responding even as he watched him. Tony was unnerved by the intensity of his attention, but he covered that with babble.

“I hope you’ve been having a wonderful stay here at Chez Stark, has Steve given you the grand tour yet?”

“I didn’t think you wanted me here, seeing as you’ve been avoiding me.” Barnes folded his arms across his chest, gaze still pinned on Tony.

“No, you misunderstand,” Tony waved off the accusations. “I’ve just been busy with a few very important projects—of which I would tell you about but then I’d have to kill you.”

Barnes gave him a once over sceptically. “I am absolutely sure I can take you.”

“Is that a diss?” Tony responded, astonished. “Do you actually have a sense of humour buried under all those scowly eyebrows, Robocop?”

Barnes shrugged succinctly.

“Ah, I see, a man of few words. Okay, Snowflake I’ll have you know that if I had the suit on, your ass would be kicked three ways to Sunday.”

“Maybe I’m too old for generation, but when people said that when I came from, you actually needed the ability to back up those words, Shortstuff.”

Tony let out an insulted squawk. “I am not short.”

Barnes raised a brow and Tony could almost hear the “Really?” Reaching behind him for Tony’s coffee cup, he offered it for Tony to take, only to pull it back and hoist it above his head the moment Tony reached out. Lunging for it, Tony came up short and ended up banging his knee on the bottom counter door on the way down.

“What are you, five?” Tony retorted scathingly, glaring when he caught the sound of Barnes’ snort. In response, the man just handed Tony his coffee without fuss, before pushing him into a chair at the table. Grabbing the food from the microwave, he put it on a plate in front of Tony with a quiet order, “Eat.”

Suddenly remembering that he was ravenous, Tony arrowed in on his (stolen) food, groaning happily when spices exploded on his tongue. Yea, free food really was the best.

“You know, you aren’t half bad Barnes,” Tony complimented as he finished up, wiping his face and putting his dishes in the sink.

“Is that something you decided right now?” Barnes paused and Tony felt the air on the back of his neck prickle. “Or is that what you decided after watching me on your cameras for three days?”

Tony debated whether to deny it or not, raising an innocently curious eyebrow when he decided that a silent response was the best response.

“I could hear the whir of the cameras adjusting on me when I came into the room.”

“How the hell did you hear something as soft as that?”

Barnes just tapped his ear casually, as if being able to hear near soundless noises even in a room full of people was an everyday occurrence.

“I wondered why you would want to keep an eye on me even when going to such lengths to avoid me. The only reason I can come up with is that you know I killed Howard and Maria Stark.” At this confession, emotion flashed across Barnes’ face too fast for Tony to read, like the bare glimpse of silvery fish in water.

Tony flinched at the confirmation, at the reminder of what he had spent the last three days struggling to reconcile with. Taking a breath, he reminded himself of the other videos he had seen in his search for Barnes, the ones that revealed the extent that James Buchanan Barnes’ personality had been wiped away to become the Winter Soldier. He had felt connected to this man, and Tony pulled on those memories of connection, trying to let those emotions guide him.

“It wasn’t you, it was the Winter Soldier. You had no choice.” It sounded rehearsed, like Tony was just trying to convince himself of his own words and it wasn’t working, not on him and not on Barnes.

“Mr. Stark—”

“—was my father. And your friend.” Tony let out a sigh, giving up on trying to say the right thing and just going for the truth. “He was your friend, someone you knew and someone who knew you. I watched the video, listened to the way he greeted you a million times. He was happy to see you Sergeant Barnes, recognizing you even after all those years and relieved to see you alive and well. And that more than anything says that the man you were that day was not the man that my father had known, was not a man you chose to be. You were robbed of your choice that day, and many more days before and after that and I can’t blame you for things that were beyond your ability to control.”

Tony extended his hand. “But we both are in control of this situation right now, Sergeant Barnes and I choose to forgive you. But you also have to make the choice to forgive yourself.”

Barnes shook his head in a negative immediately and made no move to take Tony’s hand.

“It won’t be easy—trust me, you’re talking to the Merchant of Death here and I committed my sins fully in control of my decisions, but you have to at least be willing.”

Barnes scrutinized him for a long minute before slowly, hesitantly grasping Tony’s hand with his own and shaking firmly.

“Sergeant Barnes, it’s good to finally meet you. Welcome home.”

“Thank you, Tony. Call me Bucky.”

~~

With the dreaded confrontation out of the way, Bucky became a regular visitor to the lab, sometimes with Steve and sometimes not but when they did come together, they didn’t interact that much, all of their focus on being with Tony.

If Tony had been spoiled before with Steve’s attention, now he was downright rotten. He got used to Steve reclaiming his spot on the couch to draw or call out questions as Bucky and Tony ran around conducting fun (explosive and dangerous) experiments with the arm.

Sometimes Bucky came alone when Steve was out or when things turned bad. He never begrudged Tony for not always noticing him at first, playing with the robots until Tony was ready. Then they would sit next to each other and they would drink the expensive Turkish coffee Bucky would bring in a thermos and he would talk about all the things he didn’t feel ready to share with Steve.

Bucky would bring out the broken parts of him he only felt safe enough to entrust to Tony and Tony was listen and sometimes entrust his nightmares to Bucky.

Sitting with the shattered pieces of their selves around them, Tony realized that he had fallen in love with Bucky Barnes.

[darkangeldesignstudio]

Need You Tonight

summary: You landed your dream job with the Avengers team about a year ago. You went on missions and made new friends. But, one team member still confuses you. Thor and his flirtatious ways have left you dazed and confused and when he leaves on a mission to Asgard you are left with your traitorous mind. Could he really ever love a human, or was it all just wishful thinking?

pairing: Thor x female reader

warnings: language, tiny bit of angst, and my first attempts at writing smut lol

word count: 4.2k

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my entry for @tilltheendwilliwrite‘s “T Shows Her Age: Songfic Challenge.” My song was Need you Tonight by INXS, a favorite of mine because of the iconic bar dancing bid war from the movie Coyote Ugly *wink wink*.  First of all, I want to give a big thanks to my Beta @sexykitty96 for all of the encouragement and support (and typo hunting lol) she had given me over the past months. I really appreciate it love! I have to say, it was fun writing this fic, but also difficult seeing as I've never written smut before. I'm actually a bit nervous about how it turned out so if you wouldn't mind leaving me some advice in the comments that would be amazing. Much love and happy reading!

You never imagined, in all of your wildest dreams, that you would be one of the Avengers. Getting to work with Earth's mightiest heroes was the best job you could ask for.

You were fairly new to the team, only working with them for about a year, but you had become fast friends with Natasha and Wanda. They accepted you into their group easily, along with Steve and Bucky who treated you like a little sister. Tony and Bruce readily accepted your help on their projects while Sam and Clint constantly took time out of their days to help train you. It was amazing, but something was missing.

Unfortunately, there was one team member that you hardly ever saw. Thor, currently taking care of a problem on Asgard, was your guilty pleasure. When you first met, there was an immediate connection. Flirting ensued, for weeks on end, and you really felt that it was leading to something more, until he was called back home by Heimdall a few months ago.

He promised that he would keep in touch as much as possible, but the few trips back and forth to the compound only lasted a few minutes at a time and they were never really conducive to the type of interaction you both wanted. It was infuriating. Especially after the few occasions where self doubt came into play. Did he really like you? He hadn't even kissed you yet. Was he just using this trip as a way to avoid you? Why would a God ever like someone like you anyway?

You tried your hardest to squash those feelings. Thor wouldn't have spent months getting close to you just so he could lead you on. He was better than that. But, after months of silence, it became hard to push your insecurity down.

The night that Thor finally returned to the compound, it was movie night for the team and it was your turn to pick. Deciding it was a good night for an old favorite, you asked FRIDAY to put on “Coyote Ugly” and settled onto the couch next to Tony, sharing a bowl of popcorn between you.

Natasha was also excited, she hadn't seen the movie in years, and she smiled at you from a few seats away. “Nice choice, [Y/N].”

You smiled back at her just as you noticed Thor walk into the room. Your eyes connected and you shot a timid smile his direction. “It's one of my favorites.” Your voice was unsure and quiet, which Natasha picked up on immediately and turned around to watch Thor descend the stairs.

Looking between the two of you, Nat smiled and offers Thor a seat on the large couch next to her. This left you with no options, if you wanted to talk to Nat, you had to look at Thor. Damn her and her shifty ways.

Thor said quiet greetings to everyone with a bright smile reserved only for you, but your heart was hurting. The months of self doubt and hatred for how you would never measure up to this wonderful man had caught up to you. Now that he was here, it was a crushing blow. You turned away from Thor, trying and failing to put a genuine smile on your face. They all noticed, but nobody said anything, preferring to watch the movie in silence.

Soon, the movie had everyone smiling and laughing. Vision and Wanda could be heard speaking in whispers. Vis pelted Wanda with questions about this scene or that scene and she happily answered him as they cuddled together on one of the smaller love seats. It was cute, but it still hurt to see them so happy when you were so miserable. Thor was only a few steps away, but he felt as far away as Asgard at the moment.

When the music tuned up onscreen, you smiled so brightly, it was your favorite scene. Need you tonight played in the background of the bar as Kevin O'Donnell jumped up on the bar and began dancing to the sounds of women shouting bids in his direction. It was hot and hilarious and so darn cute. You couldn't help but laugh at the absurd things the bar patrons were shouting as the man began to strip.

Just as the bidding began to rise in intensity, Pepper walked into the room and you happily gave up your seat. It was only right that she got to sit with Tony after being gone for the past week.

You quickly found a seat beside Nat, ignoring the fact that Thor was now only inches away. His massive body was so close, but your heart still felt far away.

Nat got your attention with a small nudge. “How about that dancing? I would kill for someone to seduce me like that.”

You laughed as she wagged her eyebrows your direction. “Me too, Nat. Me too.” With a sigh, you settled back into the couch and enjoyed the rest of the movie together with your friends. You never noticing the calculating look that crossed Thor's face or the sly wink that Natasha through his way.

It was a few days later that Tony threw a party for the team to celebrate another successful mission. You and Thor had patched things up and were steadily growing closer again. Sadly, there was no sure evidence that he was willing to go any further that harmless flirting and warm hugs.

It was infuriating, but you could deal with it. He was your friend first and that would always be most important to you.

About half way through the night, you noticed Thor watching you. Your instincts were on high alert with his eyes on you. You could practically feel his gaze as you danced with Nat and Wanda.

Every man in the room was getting an eye full as you and the girls got down and dirty on the dance floor. The intensity of Thor's gaze grew exponentially when Nat and Wanda sandwiched you between them. Grinding your hips together as you dropped down to the floor with the beat of the music. Natasha and Wanda's hands roamed freely and you barely heard when Nat whispered in your ear.

“Thor's getting antsy over there. That look could set a room on fire.” Her words sent a thrill down your spine.

The music ended and you slowly looked up. When your eyes connected with his, you felt your blood boil with immense heat. His eyes glowed blue in the low light, small sparks danced on his shoulders. On the face of an enemy, that look would have struck fear to the depths of your soul. From Thor, it made your heart race for an entirely different reason.

You walked slowly towards him, measuring each step carefully and hoping that he could read your intentions. When you were about five feet away he had gained a semblance of control and motioned for you to follow him.

Free of the thumping beat of the music, you walked in silence towards the sleeping quarters of the tower. When he stopped, you were a few feet from his room. “We need to talk, [Y/N], but first, I must show you something.”

You looked at him suspiciously. His voice had gone softer and held a wealth of timidness that you had never heard before from the King of Asgard. It was almost as if he was unsure and you hated it.

“Thor.” The firm tone was unexpected and he looked back at you with a quirked eyebrow, causing you to smirk at his surprise. “Whatever it is, I'm sure I will be fine. I trust you.”

His eyes lit up with his smile and you giggled happily. That smile could have brought you to your knees, it was a rare thing to see and the beauty of his happiness was never lost on you. He took your hand and led you the last few feet to his bedroom door.

“Close your eyes, [Y/N].” His authoritative voice was back, causing you to giggle again, but the tone  brokered no argument so you complied with a small smile and clenched your eyes shut willingly.

Thor smiled down at you, wishing he could just kiss you in that moment and forget about the rest of the plan, but this was what you wanted. He, Natasha, and Sam had worked too hard for him to back down now.

The sound of his door opening made it extremely hard not to peak. You had never been here before and it would be a lie if you said you weren't excited. Thor, quickly had you settled onto what felt like a plush couch and released your hand. “No peeking.”

You laughed. “Just get on with it, Thor. The suspense is killing me.”

He smirked as he finally reached the sound system across the room and turned it on. “As my lady commands.”

A familiar beat began in the background, causing your eyes to fly open. You never, in a million years, expected to see the sight in front of you, but you smiled nonetheless as Thor slowly walked towards you from across the room.

His steps were measured to the timing of the beat and when he stood at your feet he pulled you up and into his body. He rolled his body into yours agonizingly slow and then, he began to sing along with the lyrics.

Come over here

All you got is this moment The twenty-first century's yesterday You can care all you want Everybody does yeah that's okay

His body was like an aphrodisiac. His voice like a dose of ecstasy as you dances together. He caressed your body with fingers that felt like they were barely there. You were surrounded by his body, your back hot against his chest and you moved.

So slide over here And give me a moment Your moves are so raw I've got to let you know I've got to let you know You're one of my kind

I need you tonight 'Cause I'm not sleeping There's something about you girl That makes me sweat

His breath in your ear made you moan as his hands traveled the length of your body, gripping your hips. Then the words of the song finally registered and you realized it, he was telling you how he felt. He wanted you and only you and, damn it felt good to be wanted.

How do you feel I'm lonely What do you think Can't take it all What ya gonna do Gonna live my life

As he sang along to the song, he kissed your neck. Just as his hand traveled towards the valley between your legs, you smiled. It was about time he knew how much you wanted him as well. You turned swiftly into him, pressing chest to chest. Throwing your arm around his neck, you began to sing along with him.

So slide over here And give me a moment Your moves are so raw I've got to let you know I've got to let you know You're one of my kind

I need you tonight 'Cause I'm not sleeping There's something about you girl That makes me sweat

So how do you feel I'm lonely What do you think Can't think at all Whatcha gonna do Gonna live my life

Thor's smile was predatory and full of challenge. You knew he could smell the wetness on your thighs and you were not the least bit ashamed. You wanted him. Needed him.

So how do you feel I'm lonely What do you think Can't think at all Whatcha gonna do Gonna live my life

So slide over here And give me a moment Your moves are so raw I've got to let you know I've got to let you know

The words of the song died on both of your lips when you slid your hand into his hair. His eyes began to glow as you leaned into him. His lips were brushing against yours, waiting for you to make the first move. So, you did and sparks flew. Literally.

So slide over here And give me a moment I've got to let you know I've got to let you know

You're one of my kind

You were so lost in one another that neither of you noticed when the music stopped. He sucked and nibbled at your lips. You moaned and he delved deeper. His tongue danced with yours and you could feel the tingling sensation of his lightning coursing over your body. It hummed over your skin, creating little sparks like fingers dancing over your skin.

You gasped for air when a particularly large spark danced through your womb. Thor chuckled. “How do you feel, Lady [Y/N]?”

The irony of his words and the song lyrics from before were not lost on you, but this was no time for jokes. “I need you, Thor.” Your breath caught when he looked into your eyes. An ocean of love, leagues deep, was behind those eyes. But there was also worry.

He was the King and he knew that if you accepted him as yours, there would be no turning back. You would be his Queen and would not be of this world ever again. Did you really want that? Could you leave your life here for months or even years to rule at his side?

The choice was an easy one to make. “Yes.”

In an instant, you feel the wall at your back. Your pretty black dress pushed up around your hips and your legs around his. His lips tingle against yours as he devours you. He's a force that you are unwilling to evade. So, you meet him head on.

“Please, Thor. Take me into your bed. Make me yours.” It took only seconds once the words left your lips and the next thing you knew was the softness of the bed beneath you.

Thor smiled down at you, lightening coursing in faint ripples down the muscles of his arms. Your eyes heated as he began to strip for you. His red button up came away first. Buttons flew when he ran out of patience, ripping it away and tossing it to the floor. Then his hands went to the waistband of his jeans and your breath caught.

Rallying your courage, you shifted up onto your knees and pulled his hands away and around to the back of your dress. You wanted to do this. Touch him. Admire him, just as you wanted him to admire you.

Understanding sparkled in his blue eyes as his hands softly skimmed your spine, traveling towards the zipper at the nape of your neck. Slowly, he began to pull it down as you did the same to him.

His calloused hands were rough on your sensitive skin, making you gasp. He slowly ran both hands to the shoulders of your dress and pulled the straps away, revealing your lacy black bra and matching panties. His pants followed your dress, falling in a heap upon the floor.

He was glorious. All rippling muscle and bronze skin. You envied him, you couldn't help but wish you were worthy, until you heard a deep growl rise from his throat.

At that moment, he was fully convinced that you were a gift from the Norns themselves. There was no possible way that a being as perfect as you was not and he felt unworthy in your presence. Why would you have feelings for him? God or not, he wasn't so special to deserve you, but he would die trying to prove his worth if that's what it took to keep you.

“Lady [Y/N], are you s...”

You cut him off before the asinine question in his eyes could finish leaving his lips. “I swear to the Nine Realms, Thor. If you do not kiss me right now I will make you regret it.”

His deep chuckle was all that you heard before he was on you again. He kissed you slowly, tenderly, as you laid back onto the bed. His hips cradled between your own as you both moved towards the center.

His chiseled abs and hard pecs brushed against the softness of your curves and the barrier of your bra. You whimpered as small sparks danced over your womb and his fingers, wrapped in lightning, traveled up the back of your calf.

Your senses were beginning to overload at the sensation. It was like heaven and hell all wrapped into one. An exquisite type of torture that you couldn't get enough of and he hadn't even touched you yet.

When he did, you were sure you would die from the pleasure.

His mouth began to travel south as his hands traveled north. Lips kissed and teeth scraped as they followed the length of your throat, towards your collarbone. There was no doubt that you would have marks in the morning, but you couldn't care less.

His hips ground down into yours and you could feel the heat of his hard cock through your panties. You ached to touch him there, but the thought of trying left your mind when his mouth wrapped around your nipple. Hot breath caressed your clothed peak and small sparks shot up your spine as his hand unhooked the strap at your back.

Pulling the lacy contraption out of the way, Thor sucked your bare nipple back into his mouth, suckling and nibbling until it was a hard peak before moving to do the same with the other.

Your moans were hot and seductive in his ear, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of his control as your fingers in his hair tightened with the loss of yours. You were close and all it would take was one more little nudge to bring you there.

His hips rocked into yours again and again. The friction at your center was torturous, it kept you on the precipice, teetering precariously as his mouth and lightning stimulated your breasts.

The brush of his hands at your hips, his weight lifting slightly to allow him the room to pull your panties down slowly, was enough to spur you into action. You released your grip in his hair and ran your palms down his spine, gripping the waistband of his boxers and pushing them down to join your own at the foot of the bed.

The heavy weight of his cock settled on your thigh, making you moan. You gripped him softly, running your hand up and down his shaft. His breath caught at the contact and he thrust lightly into your palm.

You giggled a bit at the irony of the situation. The God of Thunder, the “Mightiest Avenger”, brought down by such a tiny human woman. It was unbelievable, but here you were.

Thor slowly pulled away from your soft touch, wishing for you to enjoy this first time without him losing control too quickly. There would be time for that later. His mouth roamed over the valley of your breasts and down towards your center, leaving tender kisses and reddened marks along the way.

You returned your hands to his back, dragging your nails up his spine and back into his hair. The faint red lines gave you a happy thrill. They marked him as yours just as he was marking you as his, though the marks you left would be gone by morning, it still made you giddy to know they had been there.

When his mouth finally reached your center, all thoughts were gone. The first hot breath on your center, the first small spark from his tongue sent you reeling over the edge and into pure ecstasy. You panted his name, moaning skyward as you came apart.

He watched you tremble from your orgasm, wishing to watch you come undone before his control snapped completely. He wanted to taste you. Your scent teased his nose. You were like ambrosia, like the finest mead in all of Asgard and he wanted to drink his fill. But, he held himself back, watching and waiting like a predator for its prey.

You slowly came down from your high and looked down the length of your body. Thor's blue eyes were predatory, daring you to look away from what he was about to do, but you couldn't. You watched as his mouth descended on your mound. His tongue found a home in your slick folds as his eyes stared into your soul, sparking blue in the dim light of the bedroom. You panted at the sensation, moaning quietly as he languidly tasted you, but never looking away.

Then his fingers entered you and you couldn't hold back anymore. You fell back onto the bed, moaning and crying as he stretched you. His lips wrapped around your clit and you bucked into his mouth.

Thor held you down. Holding you at the mercy of his wicked tongue and adept fingers. When you relaxed, he slid a third finger inside. He was by no means, small and the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. Letting his powers flow a bit, he used his free hand to send sparks across your nipples until your inner walls began to quiver around his fingers.

Slowly, he withdrew his hand. You whimpered at the loss of his touch, causing him to smile as he crawled up your body and pressed his hips back down to yours.

He kissed you slowly as he lined himself up. Pulling away to meet your gaze when he bumped at your entrance. “I'm going to make you mine now, [Y/N]. I will go slow as not to hurt you.”

You tried to urge him on. Tried to tell him to take you. That you didn't want slow, but the words were lost when he pushed into you.

Every ridge, every vein, you could feel them all. Your moans grew as he thrust long and slow into your tight sheath. Only a moment passed before you fell hard. This orgasm stronger than the previous and pulled a deep growl from Thor's throat.

The heat that surrounded him, milked him, was almost too much to handle. He held tight to the last vestiges of his control, breathing through it as best he could so he wouldn't explode like some untried youth. He hadn't felt like this in ages, it was as if the hundreds of years learning to control his powers had flown out the window. Thunder boomed in the distance and sparks floated in the air around him, a testament to his loss of control.

“[Y/N], I can't hold back anymore. I need you, now.” His face was soft, but his eyes were so bright they were almost white and his words were strained.

“Please, Thor, I need you, too. I love you, so much.” You were at the end of your rope, your control was gone. You needed him to take you and to come down with you. You pleaded with him, with your eyes, with your body, with your soul. You loved him and you needed him just as much as he needed you.

“As I love you, my lady.” His control snapped with your words and he moved into a punishing pace.

His hips snapped up into yours, lightning coursed over your skin as your legs tightened around his waist. His lips crashed into yours with reckless abandon. You were at the mercy of a God and it felt like heaven.

You screamed in ecstasy when he shifted his body higher onto yours, pushing himself impossibly deeper. He was a beast, rutting into you hard and fast, and you loved him all the more for it. His hands gripped your ass, surely hard enough to bruise and it felt wonderful.

Pleasure mixed with a bit of pain as he fucked your body, but nothing compared to when you felt his powers brush their way into your entrance. You felt white hot in that moment as your vision began to darken, your core pulsed in time with your heart as he thrust into you. The pleasure reaching heights you had never experienced before.

He bit into the pulse point at your throat and you screamed. Little jolts of lightning danced across your flesh, around your nipples, and through your womb pushing you over the edge. With a final snap of his hips, Thor followed you down. His roar of pleasure, drowned out by a loud clash of thunder and flash of lightning outside your windows. His hot cum coated your insides causing aftershocks in your core.

He turned, at the last moment, to collapse beside you on the bed and pull you into his chest. Your hearts beat loudly as you laid together, the sounds of thunder fading away into the distance outside. It took a few moments to be able to breath again.

Smiling happily, Thor turned back to you, rising slightly onto an elbow so he could read your face. The smile he received made him chuckle. “So, was that worth two hundred and fifty of your Midgardian money?”

The question caught you off guard and you had to try hard not to laugh in his face. Of course he would go right back to thinking about the movie. It was what got you here, after all.

Smiling brightly up at him, you place your hand onto his cheek. “It was worth so much more.”

The love in his eyes was unmistakable. Slowly, he lowered his head and took your lips in a long, slow kiss.

[ao3feed-thundershield]

The Howling Commands Tattoo

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by steveidiotrogers

Steve Rogers was finally making a name for himself, his tattoo shop was doing well and his friends were all happy. Yet Steve was missing something, he felt very lonely and didn't know how to go about fixing that, his demons from his past seem to keep popping.

Enter in Bucky Barnes, Becca's overly flirtatious who seems to have Steve Rogers in sights but when the opportunity presents it self will Bucky have not just one partner but two.

Thor Odinson has been trying to get Steve's romantic attention for the better part of a year and it seems to be finally time but Bucky Barnes is on his mind and he doesn't know what to say.

  So I suck summaries but I promise, it's not terrible

Words: 2435, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Pepper Potts, Peggy Carter, Peter Quill, mainly og6 and loki and the second round of avengers

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Thor, Steve Rogers/ Brock Rumalow (past), James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Thor, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Past Abuse, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, bucky has both arms, So Much Sexual Tension, like you'll want to scream at how long it's gonna take them to fuck, but like not for lack of trying, OT3, everyone is hella gay because gays flock together, Good Guy Tony, Sam Wilson is completely done with Steve's crisis, but he still supports them, i'm sure theres more to add, but uh that's all I can think of right now., basically all mcu characters will appear in this fic, some just have larger inpact on the story than others, but yeah

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[redfoxwritesstuff]

He’s Cursed (Clint x ofc)

For @thatfanficstuff‘s 1,500+ follower challenge (holy smokes- that’s a lot of followers, congrats fyi) with the prompt:  “Great, if we die we die smelling nice.” Admittedly, I tweaked the wording some. I really wanted to do something with Loki but this just screamed Clint. 

Warnings: Large angry dog, flirting.

Allie was excited for a mission, her first proper mission since being cleared for field work. Finally she was out from behind the desk. With Clint Barton as her assigned partner and supervising agent, she expected nothing to go wrong. Her first lesson as a field agent however was when Clint’s involved there will be flirting. Her second lesson? Nothing goes right with Clint involved.

Everything was going according to plan. It was all going so well, too well really. But Allie didn’t think to question their luck. It was a simple intelligence recon mission and really the only reason she had a partner was because she was still a newer agent. Later that night she would realize that nothing went according to plan with Clint and in truth she was on the mission purely to try and keep him from somehow self destructing.

Stealing a glance back at him, she tried to pretend like her ass wasn’t right in his face as they crawled through the air ducts. Echoing through the metal ducts they could still hear the barks of the very large and very angry dog. She tried to blame the dog for the mess they were in. Yet it was hard to do so when the agent behind her had no pants on.

It had been going so damn well for them. They had gotten into the office easy. None of the computers were particularly secure and the information was easy to gather though slow to download onto their drives. Everything was going according to plan.

As they stood around waiting, they chatted. Allie tried to ignore Clint’s flirtatious banter. It was nothing more than friendly talk, after all. She tried to think nothing of his warm smiles and quick compliments.

Clint Barton was known for being a world class flirt and it would do her no good to entertain the idea that the senior agent would even recognize her after the mission was over and a few weeks had passed. Far too many female agents had had their hearts broken by falling for his easy smiles and quick complements.

He was cute however, with his messy blonde hair sticking up every which way and scratches on his face. Clint Barton was a mess but at least he was a handsome mess. Eventually some woman would be very lucky when he was ready to actually pick a woman for longer than a few weeks.

It was all going so well until the sound of growling filled the room drawing both their attention from the light flirting they had been entertaining themselves with. Allie couldn’t even begin to say where the hell the massive angry dog came from or why the hell it was only just now showing up. In the end, it really didn’t matter because he was here now and he was very unhappy to see them.

“Good Doggy...” Clint raised his hands in a pleading motion as if the dog had a gun or something.

Allie didn’t have time to make fun of him for the action though. After snatching the drive out of the last computer- download 90% complete was going to have to be good enough, she tried to find an escape route that wouldn’t have one or both of them turned into dog treats. She really didn’t want to have to shoot the dog and was sure Clint felt the same way. Lord knows he talked enough about his own dog waiting for him back at home.

The best she could find was the air duct above the desk. The dog wouldn’t be able to chase them at least. When they dog started stalking forward one tense step at a time, it was clear they had no time left to find another option. This would have to do.

Allie calmly stepped on the desk and reached up with the tip of a knife to pop off the vent cover. She was careful to move slowly, calmly in an effort to not trigger the still snarling dog to lunge at them. Being eaten alive by a dog wasn’t how she wanted to die today.

“Eat him.” She lightly said, pointing to Clint. “He eats enough pizza that I’m sure he tastes like one.”

“Want to test that theory out after we get out of here?” Clint winked at her. While his attention was split for a few moments, the very large, very angry dog took a few steps closer.

“Okay, time to go.” Clint was beside her in a blink of the eye. “Up we go with you.”

His large hands gripped her waist and he lifted her as if she weighed nearly nothing. If it was any other time she would have marveled at the display of strength though she shouldn’t have been surprised. It took great strength to draw the string back on his bow of choice and many of the men at shield at tried at one time or another to pull the string back and hold it steady. The feat that Clint made look so easy was a challenge for so many of them on their best days.

Allie gripped the edge of the vent and guided herself into the narrow space. She hardly had to pull herself up with Clint’s hands moving from her waist to her ass where they gave a solid shove, sliding her further into the vent. With a greedy squeeze to her rear first, Clint’s hands moved to her thighs and he hoisted her further inside. Allie quickly pulled her knees under her and made room for him to join her in the safety of the vent.

Behind them she could hear the snap of the dog’s jaws only to be followed by a solid thump and whimper. Part of her was surprised that Clint- a well known dog lover- would kick the dog away. She supposed that even he didn’t want to be eaten alive by an angry dog. The dog wasn’t detoured however and as Clint pulled himself up into the vent the dog lunged again.

Allie struggled to see what was happening, looking over her shoulder in the tight space. Clint seemed to be struggling, wiggling and grunting as he pulled himself up only to drop down a bit again. There was a ripping sound while she turned onto her back, finally getting a good look at Clint.

“Why are you undoing your pants?”

“Dog has them.” He actually smiled up toward her as she watched the pants slide down his hips and out of view.

Below there was a thump that told her the angry dog was indeed attached to the other end. He was damned lucky that the dog hadn’t gotten a mouthful of his leg. Allie tried not to look at the royal purple boxers Clint was wearing or the way that they seemed to hug his strong thighs.

This mission was going to be the death of her.

Actually, no. Allie decided that she simply would keep moving forward through the duct work and not look behind her. She would survive. She would just not look at Clint and after they made it back, she would never have to speak to him again. It wouldn’t be too hard to ignore the flirting, right? Surely he would tone it down with his pants gone.

The office shared the building with a small shop and it would be easy enough to crawl through the ducts to the shop, drop down, leave and survive. She didn’t have to look behind her at Clint. She didn’t have to pay him any attention at all.

“At least I’ve got a kick ass view.” That was it.

She kicked out behind her without even thinking, nailing Clint’s arm and causing his whole upper body to crash down against the metal with an exaggerated cry of pain that was cut off by swearing when the metal below them gave way.

Down they fell. Thankfully, they had been above the shop at this point. Unfortunately they landed in a heap on the display counter full of perfume bottles with thankfully thick glass. They remained unbroken but lids scattered and their clothes soaked up the fluid.

“Great,” Clint groaned as he sat up. “at least if we die, we die smelling nice.”

“Fuck you Barton.” Allie hissed as she sat up. The fall was going to leave a mark. Slick with perfume, she clumsily slipped off the counter and onto the ground in a heap.

“You wanna?” Clint looked over the edge at her, legs hanging over the edge and arm clutching the edge. “My place is close by, you know.”

“One of us is going to die before we get out of here.”

“It’ll be fine. What else can go wrong?” Allie asked only to realize that those words should be banned from being spoken anywhere near Clint Barton.

His arm slipped out from under him and he crashed his side down on the edge of the counter. With his weight already largely hanging off the edge, gravity took him down. Allie didn’t have time to move as the heavy weight of him crashed toward her.

Luckily he caught himself on his forearms and knees before he squished her. The result however left her caged below him, his bare knees on either side of her thighs and his blue eyes looking into her brown eyes from just a few inches.

“We’re going to die before we get out of here.” Clint stated simply. “A kiss before I die?”

“We’ll be fine.”

“You sure? Because unless we get the hell out of here those big guys with guns are going to finish clearing the office and be looking for us in here in no time.”

“What big guys?”Allie was shoving him back in no time only to crouch behind the counter. Clint pointed outside the display windows where a large black SUV screeched to a halt. “How do you know they have guns? Or that here for us?”  

Clint laughed and she wanted to kick him again. If it was any other situation she would have loved to hear him laugh like that. It was so damn carefree and honest. But today it didn’t matter how handsome Clint Barton was, how good he looked in those purple boxers or how nice his laugh was- this man was cursed.

“Because it’s easier to assume that.” They watched as the doors opened and the men spilled out of the SUV.

“Okay they are big.” She admitted. The men grabbed guns and turned to face the building. “And they have guns.” She whispered.

“And they just went into the office.” Clint added.

“I hate you.” Allie’s head fell back and thumped against the counter.

“Think you could learn to love me?” Clint smiled and she wondered for a moment if he was serious. Of course he wasn’t or at least that’s what she told herself as he focused back on the task at hand. “There is door out in the back of the shop… Probably.”

“Probably?” Allie wanted to scream. Still she got on her hands and knees and crawled toward the back room of the shop. They made enough of a mess in the shop landing on the display and wrecking the ceiling.

“Why are we crawling? Not that I mind having your ass in my face some more.”

“I don’t want them to see us, duh.” She rolled her eyes at him.

“If they look in it’s pretty damn obvious we came crashing through the ceiling and landed on the counter. We could probably walk.”

“God I stink.” Allie grumbled trying to ignore Clint.

“I can help you wash it off.”

“Fuck you, Barton.”

“I’d like that. My back’s a bit sore so it’s all you Babe.” If they didn’t die before they made it back to headquarters Allie was going to kill Clint herself. She decided. It was certain. She hated him and his handsome face. When she looked back to shoot him a glare he winked at her as they entered the back storeroom.

“Maybe we should start with dinner first though? Go out for pizza?”

“Are you asking me on a date while in your boxers?” Allie was dumbfounded while they made their way through the small room toward the illuminated EXIT sign.

“And covered in at least 13 different perfumes. What do you say? Please say yes.”

“You’re wearing pants for it.” Allie hated herself for agreeing. But if it would make him shut up for five minutes, what harm could it do? After all the trouble he caused her, he owed her food at least.

“If I must.” Clint sighed before perking up. “Is that a ‘yes’?”

Allie didn’t answer as she pushed open the door. Fresh air filled her lungs. Glancing back at Clint, she decided not to answer until she smelled like a human again.

“Well?!” Allie took off running down the alley toward the car they stashed down the block. Looking back at him, she winked at him. That was the closest to a straight answer he would get from her. God she hoped he showered before a pizza date at least.

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[ao3feed-lokiangst]

The Howling Commands Tattoo

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vmM3Fz

by steveidiotrogers

Steve Rogers was finally making a name for himself, his tattoo shop was doing well and his friends were all happy. Yet Steve was missing something, he felt very lonely and didn't know how to go about fixing that, his demons from his past seem to keep popping.

Enter in Bucky Barnes, Becca's overly flirtatious who seems to have Steve Rogers in sights but when the opportunity presents it self will Bucky have not just one partner but two.

Thor Odinson has been trying to get Steve's romantic attention for the better part of a year and it seems to be finally time but Bucky Barnes is on his mind and he doesn't know what to say.

  So I suck summaries but I promise, it's not terrible

Words: 2435, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Pepper Potts, Peggy Carter, Peter Quill, mainly og6 and loki and the second round of avengers

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Thor, Steve Rogers/ Brock Rumalow (past), James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Thor, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Past Abuse, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, bucky has both arms, So Much Sexual Tension, like you'll want to scream at how long it's gonna take them to fuck, but like not for lack of trying, OT3, everyone is hella gay because gays flock together, Good Guy Tony, Sam Wilson is completely done with Steve's crisis, but he still supports them, i'm sure theres more to add, but uh that's all I can think of right now., basically all mcu characters will appear in this fic, some just have larger inpact on the story than others, but yeah

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vmM3Fz