#avengers x poc

[bucky-bucket-barnes]

Ok I have a angst requests. Unrequited love cause I like to hurt myself,but reader is the one in love with bucky. You can do a sad or happy ending its up to you

the cure

Pairings: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

Warnings: so much angst, hurt comfort, arguing, swearing, minor depictions of violence, blood, slow burn, and some fluff

Word Count: 3.7k

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Thick blood pooled in your hand, gathering like an expensive wine, traversing the lines in your palms before dripping thickly down onto the pavement below. A piece of broken glass had scathed at your hand as you were climbing out a window in an attempt to leave the building swiftly. While you should have been more concerned about the risk of tetanus or the multitude of other blood diseases you had just exposed yourself to, the thought of those didn’t trouble you much. 

Bucky. He was the first thing to cross your mind. You knew he’d fuss once he saw the blood pouring out of your hand, insisting, practically begging to help. It felt awful to admit, but his attention was addicting. 

He was always so much sweeter when you were hurting, so much softer. Instead of fretting over your injury, you fantasized about it. The panic that would descend in Bucky’s eyes, clouding his pupils, the tenderness in which he’d offer to wrap your hand. The maddening satisfaction that he cared about you deeply enough to worry. 

It was masochistic, it was sick. Sometimes you thought you were sick. But you hadn’t gotten hurt on purpose, of course not, this was just an added benefit to the pain. 

On cue, he rounded the corner, huffing out, “Alright, I got the hard drive we needed, let's head out before the cops show up.” 

You didn’t respond with words, instead, you outstretched your palm toward his direction, like a beggar reaching for alms. You studied his face, nipped and bitten red by the cold night air, the way his brows furrowed at the revelation. Even in the modest light of the alleyway, you could see the concern melt into his face. 

“Oh, doll, what happened?” Bucky asked softly into the night, gently taking your hand to inspect for any further damage. Sirens were nearing in the background, the breeze whispered against your skin, causing a shiver to travel down your spine. 

Doll, he called me doll. 

That was his pet name for you, sparsely used except on the occasion when he believed you needed an extra bit of kindness from his direction. Doll was reserved for severely scraped knees, sprained ankles, nasty bruises on the arm, and, now, for glass in your hand. Your actual name was for all other occasions, for casual conversations, late-night talks on the roof, and group settings. You hated it.  

“Did you scrape anything else? Are you okay to walk?”

I could fly if you’d ask. 

“Yeah, I’m good. My hand needs help though,” you answered. He tugged at his shirt sleeve, ripping off a decent chunk of fabric near his wrist. 

“I don’t think anything got stuck in there, but I’ll take you to the Med Bay just to be sure.” He wrapped the blue fabric around your hand as he spoke. 

Just as quickly as you had caught him, he was slipping through your fingers. He’d drop you off and in the morning he’d be normal Bucky. Not mean or cruel but something much worse; disinterested. Your attention would be thrown towards another person as you floated in the background like a forgotten shadow. 

“Could you bandage it when we get home? I’m sorry, I’m just really tired.”

Bucky shot you a concerned look before studying your face more. “If that’s what you want, doll.” A weak smile cracked on his face before his face returned with worry. He went to wipe a small smudge of dried blood that clung to your forehead. Momentarily, you convinced yourself he was going to lean in for a kiss. 

“Let’s get you fixed up,” he added gently, wrapping your hand before ushering you into your getaway vehicle. 

Your heart tightened in your chest as your throat stung with disappointment. He would be yours for the night. You silently tried to convince yourself that this would be the last time you’d reach for his attention. This isn’t love, this is pity. He was being a good friend, a dutiful soldier. 

“You’re going to worry me to death, you know that?” He glanced over as you attempted to put on your seatbelt. “Here,” he whispered, reaching across to adjust the buckle for you in fear your hand would start gushing more blood.

“Promise?” you sighed, gazing longly at his side profile as he began to drive. 

-

“Steve’s always moving the damn rubbing alcohol,” Bucky grumbled as he dug through the kitchen’s medicine cabinet. The lights above made a low humming noise, the only sound to accompany Bucky and you. 

The air felt thick as you sat patiently at the island, studying your hand in the warm light. Everyone else was either dead asleep or several states away, allowing Bucky and you to remain in the kitchen undisturbed. Alone. 

He sighed triumphantly, pulling out the faded grey bottle before ushering you over to the sink, “C’mere, we need to rinse it first.”

Shuffling out of your seat, you gently spoke, “Thanks, again, I really appreciate it.” The cold floor tickled against your bare feet, causing you to shiver lightly as you moved. 

“Of course, I couldn’t leave my partner high and dry.” He guided your hand under the cool running water. By now, you had stopped actively bleeding. The blood had dried, floating down in flakes of browns and reds as it swirled around the sink before falling down the drain. Your eyes remained on the faucet, trying not to catch Bucky’s gaze that was barreling into your temples. 

Bucky’s hand was gently wrapped around your wrist in an attempt to control your quivering. The heat radiating from his body wasn’t enough to warm you up.“You’re shaking like a leaf, are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

Feeling your face grow warm, you cleared your throat. “I’m just cold, that’s all, Buck.” You swiftly moved your hand back to your side and silently reached to grab a paper towel. Part of you believed the longer he held onto you, the sooner he’d realize this odd game he was unknowingly partaking in. 

“Here,” he said softly, wrapping his jacket around your arms. “It’s not much, but it should keep you warm until you go to bed.” 

Mouthing a small thank you, you readjusted the leather around your arms. It smelled like his cologne, a warm coffee scent that lingered around all his clothing. 

Standing in silence, you turned to face Bucky, who was now just inches apart from your face. His eyes began to traverse your face inquisitively, as if he was trying to find a secret tucked between your eyebrows or hiding on your cheekbones. 

“Doll?” he lulled so quietly you weren’t sure if he had spoken. He reached for your hand, slowly dabbing the alcohol on your wound. He stopped for a second, eyes glancing up towards your face, waiting to see if you were flinching.

It was as if you couldn’t move. His stare alone had turned you to stone, bolting your tired feet into the tiled ground. Is he onto me? “Yes, Bucky?”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it was just a scratch.”

“No, I meant is everything okay with us.” 

It felt like you were swallowing rocks as your mouth ran dry. He had a disappointed glint in his eyes as he awaited your response with bated breath. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” The words fell seamlessly from your mouth, almost convincing yourself for a moment. Out of all the questions he could have prompted, this wasn’t the one you were expecting to tumble out of his mouth. He mindlessly gnawed at his lower lip, unsatisfied with your answer. 

Bucky slowly began to wrap a bandage around your hand. “Did I say something? For the past few weeks, I feel like you’ve been. . . distant. You don’t talk to me anymore, except on missions, and you’re quiet on those too. I thought you needed space, but now- now I’m not sure. What happened to us?”

Us, us, us, us, us, there is not us, stop saying us. 

Guilt was bubbling in your mouth as you clenched your jaw. You weren’t trying to hurt his feelings, you never were. 

“Life,” you shrugged. “You’ve been dating, I’ve just been more into work. We’re fine, though.” You smiled lightly, fighting back the burning shame that was rising in your throat. “I guess this is just what happens when you grow up.” 

“Y/N, I haven’t made it to a second date with anyone yet, you have nothing to worry about,” he reassured, taking your uninjured hand in his. “Our friendship means a lot to me, whoever I date knows you’re part of the package.” He was smiling, sure the misunderstanding had been cleared up by now. 

Your heart cracked when you heard your name. Doll was gone for the night, now in her place was what felt like a half-baked version of a person. Feelings of embarrassment and shame began flooding into your body again. This was you why didn’t say anything, held your tongue instead of telling him how you felt. 

Because you weren’t the girl he’d take out on dates. 

You weren’t even the girl he’d take to the movies.

No, you were who he came home to. Always waiting patiently for him to come back, like time froze when he wasn’t home. You were a stand in for whoever he’d find to take your place. 

“Thanks,” you could feel your voice dangerously close to faltering as you took off his jacket, shedding it like an old skin. You briskly made your way out of the kitchen, hoping he didn’t catch the deep set frown on your lips.  “Goodnight, Bucky,” you called back before making your way to your bedroom. 

It was humiliating letting someone have this much power over you. Even worse, he either didn’t notice or he didn’t care. 

“Goodnight,” Bucky murmured, eyes sadly gazing at the discarded jacket that now rested on the counter instead of your arms. 

-

Snow was softly collecting on the ground outside. Lazily, you remained curled up against your window, watching as the flakes descended from the sky and onto your backyard. A warm cup of tea was curled around your hands, warming your fingertips. 

Today is going to be a good day. 

A whole month had flown by and you hadn’t thought of him once. Well, not for long, anyways. Bucky was off on some secret operative mission in Eastern Europe while you remained in New York. It was easy to lose track of time in your endless hours of paperwork and countless mini investigations. When you weren’t working, your time was devoted to getting lost in museums and exploring any hole in the wall restaurant you could find by yourself. If no one was going to take you on a date, you’d decided you’d take yourself. 

I just needed some alone time. 

A gentle knock came from your door, you remained still, sure Natasha was just checking in. 

“It’s open,” you called out, still admiring the snow from the comfort of the heated indoors. 

I like this version of me. 

“Hey,” a familiar tone chimed out, warm and low. 

Your head snapped towards his direction, eyes widened with surprise. Bucky stood just feet away, a shy smile on his face, more than the usual amount of stubble peppering his face. The air felt thick all of a sudden, the walls too close together to breathe. 

“Your hair. It’s longer.” Was all you could manage to get out, gripping your cup so hard you thought it might break. 

“Oh, yeah,” he responded, self consciously running his hands through his chestnut locks. “I couldn’t really cut it for a while. I just showered and shaved, but I wanted to say hi.”

“It looks good,” you reassured, a familiar feeling rising in your chest. You couldn’t smile in return, instead a hesitant look still lingering on your face. 

He wasn’t supposed to be back this soon. Yes, you were glad he was home and more importantly that he came back in one piece, but you had been silently dreading his return for weeks. 

Things can’t go back to how they were. 

“Can I come in?” 

“Sure, I was about to lie down though, I’m feeling a bit tired.” 

Lie, your mind growled as he slowly walked in. He perched at the window sill besides you, gazing outside. The bright light of the snow reflected back on his features, slightly washing his face out. He was glowing. 

“You look paler.”

“You’re observant today,” he chuckled, turning to look at you. You quietly told yourself you wouldn’t look back, maintaining a faux interest on the outside scenery. 

A few minutes of silence passed between you two. It was peaceful and allotted your heart the chance to stop racing and the butterflies in your stomach to settle down. Sipping lightly at your tea, you could feel Bucky’s eyes back on you. 

“It was kind of lonely.”

“Sorry to hear.”

“I thought about you a lot.” 

You let his words hang in the air for a moment. Just a few weeks ago and you would have been vying for his attention, his secret affections he only exchanged when you were wounded. Now? You weren’t sure anymore. 

“I missed you everyday,” he cooed, gently going to place his hand on top of yours. 

Without thinking, you jerked yourself away, spilling the steaming peppermint tea all over your lap. A nasty hiss escaped your lips as you jumped off, praying the burning sensation would melt away as the liquid fell off your lap and onto the floor. 

Bucky was immediately on his feet, snatching the cup from your grasp before it could shatter to the ground and cause further issue. A firm arm had wrapped around your waist in an attempt to keep you on your unsteady feet. 

“Are you okay-”

“No!”

“Do you want me to-”

“No,” you corrected, shimmying yourself from his grasp. “No, I mean I’m done, I’m done with this.” 

His feet remained planted, unsure whether you wanted him to reach out or stand down. 

“You. . . you can’t keep doing this to me,” you sighed indignantly, clenching your hands in frustration, unsure where to channel your emotions. 

“Doll-” He had a honey like sorrow in his voice; sweet, slow. His eyebrows turned up in confusion and hurt. 

“Could you just stop! I can’t figure you out. One moment you’re sweet and telling me how much you missed me but then the next your off fucking some random girl before you come back home and play fucking nurse with me.” 

Venom was lingering in your voice as you spat out your frustrations at Bucky, months of built up resentment and anger finally boiling over. 

“Can we talk about this later, you just spilled boiling water all over yourself.” His calm tone only seemed to infuriate you more. He took slow steps towards you as if you’d jump out and bite his head off if he weren’t careful. 

“I’m fine!” you challenged back. The adrenaline coursing through your body was enough to distract you from the burning feeling on your thighs. 

“Clearly not,” he began to challenge back, exasperated. “You’re acting like I’ve just shot you, all I did was say I missed you. Is that not how you feel?” 

“Get out.”

“Doll.”

“Bucky, I know you’re not dumb,” you groaned out in frustration. “I’ve liked you for months and if everyone else has picked up on it, I’m sure you have too. You don’t have to like me back, but you don’t get to go around saying ‘I missed you’ and then act like I don’t fucking exist unless I’m bleeding or burned. You’re being mean to me.” 

“I can’t fucking read you at all.” It was his turn to bite back. An indignant scowl was situated on his face. “One moment you act like you can’t bandage you’re own fucking hand then you’re scurying away like some stray cat when I try to have a conversation. When you act like you want space, people usually try to give it to you, Y/N. I don’t think you even know how you feel.”

“I know you only give a fuck about me when I put on some stupid damsel in distress act. Do you know how that feels?” 

“And you only act like you’re not scared of me when you want attention. And I’m a fool enough to give it everytime. Do you know how that feels?”

He shot your own words back at you in a way that was so uniquely painful, you both stood there in silence, taking shallow breaths in after your screaming match. 

“Is that how you feel?” you asked matter-of-factly, voice steady. 

“I’m sorry-”

“That’s not an answer,” you said softly, the anger withering from your voice and replacing itself with an old fatigue. 

“Sometimes, yeah.” Bucky matched your low volume. It took everything he had in him to not step forward and pull you in a tight embrace, whispering sorry until his voice went hoarse. “I’m used to people being frightened. It hurts when you do it, though.”

“Your hookups don’t seem to be afraid.” You internally winced, wishing you would’ve phrased that better. 

“They’re not you.” 

“If you like me so much, why not ask me out?” 

Bucky took a moment to glance you over, tracing your outline with his eyes. You were inches away and he still felt like he missed you. 

“I have problems and three lifetimes worth of baggage. I don’t want you to get hurt. You’re more than just collateral damage.” 

“We’ll hurt each other eventually. That’s life.”

“I don’t want to hurt you at all.” 

“Bucky,” you began to fiddle with your hands, hoping to avoid his eyes. “Maybe we should give each other some space.”

“But,” he desperately reached out for you, cupping your face lightly, anguished in his eyes, “I like you.” 

“But you don’t want to be with me. Liking me isn’t enough.” You were looking up at him, an injured look on your face. You couldn’t tell what was making your body ache more, this or the burn on your lap. Slowly, your hands went to rest atop of his before removing them from your face. 

“Are we still friends?” 

“I don’t know.”

“Can I at least get you an ice pack for your lap.”

“No, it’s okay. I take care of myself.”

-

Sunlight began streaming into the Grand Central Terminal, tickling against your skin as you walked around, luggage in hand. The snow was merciful enough to stop piling on the ground for a few days, allowing your 7 A.M. train to run on time. In under an hour you’d be boarding a one way trip to D.C. 

The new year had just begun, it was time for a fresh start. A start that was far enough from New York to make you forget about the city. The people who lingered about the city. A certain person from the city, to be more exact. 

A confused look settled on your face as you tried to find your exact stop before you drifted for the next half an hour at one of the local cafes. From the corner of your eye you could see something hurtling towards your direction in a frenzy. 

It was him, hair disheveled and face wild with surprise. Bucky looked like he had just rolled out of bed before coming here, sleep still desperately trying to cling to his eyes. 

There was no point in trying to duck in the crowd, he had his eyes locked on you as you stood. 

“Y/N,” he called out, hoping you’d echo back with his own name. 

“Bucky?” you spoke out, only loud enough for yourself to hear, his name a secret on your tongue.  

“Don’t get on that train,” he gasped out, trying to regain his breath as he stopped short in front of you. 

“I’m not, my train isn’t here for another 35 minutes.”

“Alright, give me a second then. Sam told me you were leaving this morning and I got here as fast as I could. I also just ran the past 10 blocks. Fucking traffic,” he huffed out, running an exasperated hand over his face in order to regain himself.

“What are you doing here?”

“Wait,” he pleaded, putting his hands out in defense. “Before you tell me to go away, I just needed to say something. Then you can curse me out all you want, I’d understand.”

“I don’t want to fight,” you mumbled, slightly wounded he was still ready for a fight even now.

“I’m a fucking idiot. Severely. Here I have, the most amazing woman I have ever met, who’s funny and kind and smart as well as beautiful and I was too much of a dumbass to treat her right. I’m insecure. I don’t like myself and I get scared that when other people get too close, they’ll see what I see, and they’ll want to go away.” 

You noted the passersby that were stopping to spectate your scene. “Bucky, you don’t have to-”

“I want to, I want you. I’m sorry I wasn’t a better friend and I’m sorry I made you feel used. But I don’t want to lose you.” 

Time slowed, all of a sudden the air felt too light and no matter how much oxygen you sucked in, it was never enough to satisfy your lungs. The rise and fall of your chest felt like a shake, battering your organs as you breathed in and out. 

“Are you asking me to stay?” you asked, unsure what to do with this information. 

“I’m asking that you let me follow you wherever you go. I don’t care if it’s New York, D.C., or the middle of nowhere, I just want to be with you.”

A decent crowd had circled around the two of you by then like vultures, waiting for a murder. The grip you had on your suitcase seemed to slip from your fingers as you moved towards him. You threw your arms around his torso, taking in a deep breath; it was like you could breathe again. 

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he whispered against your temple before planting a soft kiss on your forehead, entangling his arms around your body. You could feel the way his body shook like a wilting flower, the excitement at which his heart thudded in his chest. 

“Let’s go home, Bucky.”

“Of course, doll.” 

[missacidburn928]

Stories and Chapters I've posted over the last month. Plus a sneaky peek of my favorite part to write 😉

18+ Only MDNI Naughtiness abound here.

Madness in a smile. Won't you stay a while? (Why Did Love Put A Gun In My Hand Ch 3) [ ao3 tumblr ]

Avengers x POC!Reader "Jinx"

This part is specifically Thor x POC!Reader "Jinx"

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From then on it was as if you were lost in the clouds of a thunderstorm. Your body being slammed over and over against the door as your pussy took a delicious beating. The bass of his groans and growls resonating through your bones like thunder.

You feel the stirrings of your orgasm on the edge of your consciousness. The room beginning to turn to a hazy dreamlike state before you eyes. As Thor’s thumb circles you engorged pearl with a practiced skill; that need to explode continues to build.

With a well placed attack to that sweet spongy spot inside you and a pinch to your clit; you’re a goner. Your orgasm rips through you like lighting striking through the sky. Scattering you into a million pieces before your gathered back together. Still swallowed in the midst of the storm.

You squeeze tightly to Thor’s giant like frame as you ride the storm together. You could swear you saw his eyes change color. As quickly as that thought occurs it is interrupted by the grip of his hands on your hips. With a thunderous roar, that no doubt was heard throughout the entire wing, he buries himself as deep as your bodies will allow. Pressing his forehead against yours as he fills you up. Your tight walls feeling every twitch as you milk him dry.

You've had plenty experiences after you healed and got away from Lucien. All to drown out the trauma and try and replace it with the pleasure you deserve. In all those times and all those experiences no one has every made you feel so treasured and present in your body as Thor has.

You look up at him with awe and a softness in your eyes rarely shown nowadays. “I see why women throw themselves at you. For such a brute you’re as sweet as a cinnamon roll inside. And clearly have a deep love and respect for women.”

“Women are truly the strong ones. They should be treasured whenever possible. Especially you little fox. I could happily become addicted to you. Whenever you need to ride the storm. To feel just how precious you are. Come find me.”

“You’re most certainly too sweet for me.”

“Nonsense.” He kisses your forehead and allow yourself to sink into his warmth. Like the sun after the most devasting of rains.

“Now let me show you all the perks your shower has to offer.”

“Yeah, that’s going to be tricky. My legs feel like Jello still.”

“I never said I was putting you down.”

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You Were Finished Drabble II [ ao3 tumblr ]

Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Former Fuckboy!Steve Harrington

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Under the covers, Eddie’s fingers have slowly been drawing patterns up your legs for the last 20 minutes. Each time he gets closer and closer to the hem of the well-worn Metallica shirt you changed into. If he keeps that up, pretty soon he’s going to find out that his shirt is ALL you have on and just what his lazy touches have been doing to you.

It seems that that time is now as he dips beneath your shirt and is met with wetness on your thighs. You squeeze his hand between them involuntarily. In that instant, there is nothing Eddie wants more than to end his day on the highest of notes. With you coming on his tongue.

He lifts his head and pulls you closer. He then spreads your thighs so that he may lay on his stomach between them. Making sure to rest his head back on your stomach. With a yawn, he slinks further down into the covers.

It’s not long before you feel the slide of this talented tongue against your clit. You’re trying not to make a sound but the way he’s gently circling your bundle of nerves has your resolve weakening. You let out a quiet whimper. Alerting Steve that something is going on.

Immediately his eyes travel down to where Eddie’s head is clearly under the covers. He can’t help but watch as with each shift and movement your body responds. He gives his own hard dick a squeeze as you give up holding it in and tilt your head back with a moan.

Pushing the covers off the bed he fully exposes just how greedy Eddie is being with his tongue. His hands are locked on to your hips, keeping you pinned to the bed as he takes his fill. Clearly attempting to erase the bad day he had at work.

He can’t blame him. There is something downright magical about your pussy. A cure all to whatever ails you and addictive to boot.

All Eddie is focused on is your pleasure. He doesn’t even notice that his hips have taken on a mind of their own as he grinds himself into the bed. He doubles down his efforts, tongue working overtime and is rewarded with a rush of your slick as you come undone.

This sets him off. With a groan he comes in his pants. Grinding his hips harder into the mattress as he continues his assault on your clit. Not stopping until you come on his tongue once more. Uncaring of the mess he’s made of his sweats and the sheets below him.

Steve, who has been watching from the sidelines as he strokes his thick cock, scoots closer to you and Eddie. He leans over to give you a sensual kiss while he continues to jerk himself.

“Gah, you two are just so fucking hot sometimes. I wanted to join but I was enjoying the show too much. Like my own personal live porn starring my favorite people.”

Eddie’s head is now resting on your thigh. A dopey content smile on his damp face. Lost to the haze of pleasing his girl so well. Bad day blissfully forgotten.

“Feeling good Eds? You should. Just look at how blissed out you made our girl. She’s practically a puddle.”

His smile widens at the praise.

“Such a good boy. I think you've earned yourself a reward. What do you think baby girl? Does our good boy deserve a reward?”

“Mmhmm.” You bob your head. “He most certainly does.”

“That’s settled then. Open up that sassy mouth pretty boy so I can paint it white.”

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Strings Attached [ ao3 tumblr ]

Mechanic!Biker!Sy x POC!Reader

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He slaps my ass, making me cry out, before clamping my mouth shut once more. “If your pussy keeps squeezing me like that Peach, this is going to be over sooner than I would like.”

So of course I purposely do exactly that. I clamp my walls around this girth and circle my hips as best I can in my current position. Rubbing my clit along the leather seat. I can feel a tingle begin to move up from my toes into my core. I’m right on the precipice of ecstasy and I want to take Sy along with me.

“So close.” I whisper out.

“I know, baby. I know.” He groans. “Be a good girl and come for me so I can fill you up. Wanna watch my cum drip out of you onto my seat.”

He picks up the pace and suddenly I feel like I’m flying. Goosebumps erupt along my skin, and I forget all about staying quiet as I come around his cock.

“That’s it, babygirl. Fuck you feel so good when you come on my dick baby.”

I lay there, riding the waves of pleasure as Sy fucks me through my orgasm. Just as the last pulses ring through my body, he thrusts in as deep as he can go. With his tip notched at my cervix, he growls and groans as he unloads inside of me. Hips twitching until the last drop is spent.

He slowly pulls out of me. Reaching forward, he spreads my cheeks. Admiring his seed leaking from my abused hole. “One of these days I’m going to have to film this. My mind never does it justice. And you really need to see just how damn sexy you look all swollen and dripping of me.”

“Why not just do it now? I won’t be moving without help thanks to that orgasm. Enjoy the fruits of your labor Beasty.”

I observe him reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. Taking his sweet time, he snaps pictures and even takes video from practically every angle.

Next thing I know his screen is before me with a video playing. My pussy, front and center, spasms. An aftershock most likely, and a fresh trickle of cream trails down my lips. I’m a mess, but I have to admit, he’s right. I do look sexy with his claim painted on me.

“Fucking perfection.” He whispers in my ear. “Now let’s get you inside and cleaned up, baby. I’m going to push my cum back where it belongs and pull your pants back up. Then I’m carrying you to bed.”

“Such a chivalrous beast.” I giggle.

“Only for you, Peach. What can I say. I’m attached. Strings and all.”

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How Do You Love Me? (Bittersweet Part II) [ ao3 tumblr ]

POC!Reader “Lux” x Walter Marshall

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The world around us has faded away. All five of my senses are locked in on the ways Walter is making my body sing.

I’ve lost the concept of time as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from me. Making me maintain eye contact as he takes me apart on his thick fingers and wide tongue. Praising me with each crescendo. “Such a good girl. Letting me love on you like you deserve.”

When I try and wrap my hand around his rock hard and angry cock, he slaps it away. “No love. I haven’t earned the right to be pleasured by you yet.”

I am denied twice more before he finally fits himself between my thighs.

He notches his precome soaked tip at my entrance. Grabbing my hands he raises them above my head. Intertwining our fingers as he leans forward.

Were face to face, mouths centimeters apart, the air in our lungs synching as we breathe together.

As I find myself getting lost in the blue depths of his eyes, he pivots his hips forward. Sinking inside of me and splitting me open on his generous girth. He captures my moan as it leaves my mouth with a kiss that steals the remaining air from my lungs.

“I love you more than my words can ever express. So I’m going to continue to let my body do the talking.”

He releases my left hand as he leans back and sets a pace that has stars glittering in my peripherals.

Walter has never been one to be very vocal during sex. Nothing more than your standard grunts, growls and groans. So I am taken by surprise when a whine escapes his throat. His eyes are squeezed tight as if the way my silken walls grip him is too much to handle.

I eat up every second of this gruff, rough around the edges man, surrendering to the pleasure of being inside the woman he loves. Practically begging to lose himself deep inside me.

“Come for me love.” He groans. “I need you to come on my cock. Need you to come so I can fill you up. Give you all I have left to give.”

He sounds so whiney and pathetic. A feral desperation to be consumed by me. It’s enough to tip me over the edge into a glorious free fall.

My pussy clamps down on his cock like a vice, as I bite his shoulder. Laying a claim of my own.

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Eff Being Friends [ ao3 tumblr ]

Steve Rogers x POC!Goddess!Avenger!Reader “Ci”

? x POC!Goddess!Avenger!Reader “Ci”

Ex!Thor x POC!Goddess!Avenger!Reader "Ci”

Ex!Loki x POC!Goddess!Avenger!Reader "Ci”

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Sam, having confessed who he thinks has the best ass, turns to you. “Truth or Dare Ci?”

“Dare of course. Why change it up now.”

“I dare you to get Loki to genuinely smile.”

You look at him quizzically. “You think you’re so smart. Prepare to be knocked down a peg or three bird boy.”

Standing you walk over to Loki, who has been leaning against the wall, observing all night. With a cheeky smile you wave your fingers and cloak yourselves in darkness that's not only soundproof, but is also time spelled as well.

You lower to your knees and snap Loki’s pants out of existence. The visual of you before him is enough to turn his cock hard as steel in front of your very eyes. You waste no time attaching your lips to the foreskin covered tip. Teasing the sensitive flesh with your tongue before sinking down to the hilt. You pull out all the stops. Sucking his cock until he comes down your throat with a roar. Savoring every drop as he fills your belly.

Removing the spell, it seems to the room as if only 1 minute has passed. It does not go unnoticed that Loki is relaxed while he continues to lean against the wall. Grinning like a loon.

This is when Steve notices your slightly swollen lips and quiet panting. Having been on the receiving end of that look many a time, he seethes. Cracking the glass of whiskey in his hand.

You give your turn to Loki so that you may catch your breath. It’s no surprise to anyone that he chooses Steve. “Truth or Dare Captain?”

“Truth. I have nothing to hide.” He challenges the God of Mischief.

“Alright.” He glances at you quickly. Catching you subtly lick your lips, most likely still tasting of him, grinning to yourself. “When was the last time you got your cock properly serviced and with who?”

Everyone assumes the answer will be you when you were still together a couple weeks ago.

With a cocky grin and sip of his drink he answers as he stares you down. “Yesterday after training with Sharon. She caught me on my way to change in my room and said I looked tense and needed a release. I took her up on her offer. Plus she gives decent head.”

He must have thought that you were going to be upset that he let poor lovesick Sharon suck his dick instead of getting the best head of his life from you. You couldn’t care less actually.

Not when you were getting dicked down in your own post training bath with Thor. It really is a great way to help stretch out and relax your muscles.

“Good for you Steven. You always are so tense after a rough training session. I know I was. Thor helped sort me out though.” You sweetly state.

“Are you serious right now? You two were practically on the verge of killing each other in the training room.”

“Great foreplay. Don’t tell me you never partook in post battle coitus with her. She is ravenous after any kind of rough play.” Thor, the sweet himbo that he is, adds in.

“Fuck this. I’m going to bed.”

“Should I call Sharon to come lick your wounds?”

“Fuck you Ci”

“Sorry not tonight, Cap.”

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[thewriterg]

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞.

pairing(s): peter parker × fem!reader, peter parker x poc! reader, tony stark × fem!reader, guardians × fem!reader

summary: you and peter always argued about which one of you had to go first when the time came and it was too soon for you to finalize your decision

word count: 3.0k+

warning(s): soulmate au, death, crying, soul bonds dying, pet names, suicidal thoughts, Thanos, injuries, infinity war, descriptions of violence, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @that-bi-multifandom-mess & @galaxygifs— So when I thought of the reader screaming for when she’s in mourning I though of these two audios so use it don’t use do as you please

“You’re much more of a Thanos” You heard Strange say from the dimension he had You, Tony, Mantis, Nebula, Drax, Quil, and Peter in waiting for the opportunity You and the brunette sat close to each other hip to hip hand in hand reading one another’s thoughts without even trying but it was always that way

It’s what happens when you’re soulmates.

“Hey I love you, you know that?” The vigilante spider talked to you through your soul bond something that you had both learned to do a little more in vain than you both wanted

Peter didn’t expect for the first time his soulmate was talking to him telepathically was to be stuck under a pile a rubble in the midst of a panic attack trying to push his was out

“Peter, stop talking like that.” You hissed out loud even though he didn’t take it to heart you were uneasy everyone was but he felt a fraction of it and anyone could visibly see it you’re eyes were flicking a bright white and your hair started to sway softly in different directions

“With all six stones I can simply snap my fingers, they would all cease to exist and I call that… mercy.” The tone the alien of a man had could make anyone shiver instead it just made you angry

“Then you’ll find our will equal to yours” The sorcerer tapped his wrist together his sparking plates coming to form in front of his fist as a deserted and broken down quinjet came crashing from the what seemed to be thin air on top of the purple being

The portal opened as the guardians other than Mantis began to step out of the circle already on defense and as you began to walk up to the sparking source ready to jump out of and iron fist grabbed your arm

“Hey! You’re not going need you for the finale with antennas over here” Tony spoke to you as you snatched your forearm away from his grasp

“You’re insane if you think I’m not going” You seethed at the billionaire

“Mr stark she's my mate she has to come with me” Peter spoke wearily steeping in front of you a little to the side of Tony as you squinted at the pair beginning to take a step in front of them both before an iron hand had you flying backwards until you dropped on your ass and before you could get up your wrist were tied together with sticky web fluid

“No hard feelings kid” The brunette hummed calling back his metal hand as it connected back to his suit while Peter winced at your swearing protest

“Peter, I swear to God when I get ou-!”

“Sorry love!” He had stepped out of the portal before he could here the rest of your threat watching as Tony was forced back by a group of debris and rubble as he swung by his webs using his web shooter to aim at the Titans eye before throwing a punch to his jaw and Drax ran at him slicing the back of his calves with his swords

You groaned while white electricity surrounded you melting the spider fluid around your hands and you felt a hand on your shoulder before you shrugged it off getting back up on your feet hearing Mantis gasp in amazement

“You’re vibrations are so powerful!” The empath stared at you with wide black pupils in awe as you rolled your eyes it what happens when you were eight years old injected with a poison to make your heart pump rapidly while being strapped down to strapped down on a experiment table with hydra scientists thinking it would be a great idea to shock your chemical filled body with a hundred watts of energy

Instead of you heart stopping it just regulated and the electricity mixed poorly with the chemical and suddenly you could draw power from earth's electromagnetic field

You approached the sparking portal and it closed to a small circle in front of you and you tried not to scream in frustration before casting your palm out to it as white strikes of lightning and sparks of electricity mixed with the yellow and orange it rejected it as you tried to force it open to no avail

“FUCK!”

“Fuck!” Mantis repeated carefully clapping her hands together at her success and you were on the brink of whiplash as you turned to look at her with wide alert eyes

“No Mantis don’t say-”

“Fuck!?” Great, you were left to babysit.

“Mantis you don’t say fuck. Fuck is a bad word. You. don’t. say. fuck.” You stated sternly watching as her antennas dropped almost like a puppy’s ears as if it was sad and lost

“Humans way is so complicated” She muttered into the open

“Yea tell me about it” Suddenly the portal opened from under you both and you were dropped onto either one of Thanos shoulders the suddenness of it all shocked you both before you shook the feeling from your shoulders pressing your fingertips onto the titans temple a small gasp leaving your lips as Mantis did the same

Strange had sparking whips around one arm, while one of Peter Qs taser pads kept the same one in place for good measure, Peter Ps webs wrapped around his torso tugging him to his knees extra vibranium spider like legs sprouted from his back helping him stand firmly tugging on the spiderweb that kept the captivator down and Tony struggled to take the garment off his other hand that wasn’t under attack as he screamed continuously in agony before finally falling silent

“Is he under? Don’t let up.” Tony quipped struggling to loosen up the garment and Peter looked at you gaze holding concern as you head slightly twitched while you let out soft grunts and moans in discomfort he hated that you were even that close to this imbecile

“Be quick he is very strong” Mantis answered for the both of you she had more experience in the mind control department than you did but was still uncomfortable nonetheless the brunette couldn’t take his eyes off you however your hair pure white, the air becoming windy around them all, your eyes white with a soft glow behind them while you looked far away in your own mind, electricity sparking all around you but your fingertips were its main source as his soul bond screeched at him to take you far away from there

“Parker hello!? A little help get over here they can’t hold much longer” Peter didn’t waste another second before he was suddenly next his mentor gripping and pulling on the gauntlet with a groan as it loosened little by little

“I thought you’d be hard to catch, for the record this was my plan” The vigilante could’ve rolled his eyes at that You and him made the most important parts of the plan the only thing he made up was Mantis putting him to ‘sleep’ even though she told him it didn’t work that way

“Not so tough now huh? Where is Gamora!?” He questioned glaring at the titan as he crumbled on his knees

“Oh bullshit! Where is she!?” He repeated

“He is in anguish! He mourns!” Mantis whimpered

“What does this monster have to mourn!?” Drax wheezed out Peter‘s gaze immediately shifted from the tin glove to you as you suddenly gasped out of your trance before moaning heavily in pain

“Tony I can’t hold it” You cried out the most vulnerable the billionaire had ever seen you despite his few years of knowing you as he cursed under his breath Peter however couldn’t relate when it came to the subject his grip loosening on the gauntlet beginning to turn towards you

“Shit kid I know just two minutes” The brunette couldn’t tell if he was talking to You or to Peter so he settled on both and Peter was determined as ever to get this the hell over with as he tugged harder on the base of the gauntlet

“Gamora, He came back with the soul stone but she didn’t” Nebula answered suddenly and Quills attention immediately shifted towards her urging her to go on his blood running cold as she finished her sentence

“Okay Quill, you gotta cool it right now You understand? Do not, Don’t engage we almost got this off!” Tony yelled the victory so close he could taste it on his tingue

“Tell me she’s lying. Asshole! Tell me you didn’t do it” Peter screamed Tony’s yelling white noise in the background while Nebula put her head down in defeat

“I had… to” Thanos muttered and the brunettes eyes started to water his voice cracking as he spoke

“No you didn’t, No you didn’t” Suddenly his quad blaster was connecting to the titans temple Tony rushed to his side wrestling his arms above his head You and Mantis both gasped in pain taking your palms away from the beings temples as if you touched a hot eye on the stove before placing them back pressing down even firmer trying not to let the control slip

“It’s coming! I got it! I got it!” Just as the gauntlet sipped from the being fingertips he was out of the mind control head butting you with a sickening ‘crack’ you’re eyes rolling in the back of your head as he then took you from his shoulder with a crushing grip throwing your unconscious body with harsh intentions Thanos than snatched the tin glove back into his grasp causing Peter to repel backwards before quickly getting back onto his feet his senses going off like crazy

“I got you!” The vigilante made a long leap as you flew over his head catching your limp body into his arms his iron spider legs making a cage around you both blocking your body’s from the hard fall he held your firmly his hand resting on the back of your head pressing it into his shoulder panting heavily he watched as suddenly craters of the moon flew down around the both of you too close for his liking before he was back off the ground swinging through mid air fire flying past your bodies burning through old ships

“Come on sweetheart wake up, come on baby” Peter stressed yet his tone still sweet as he made the most out of his one web shooter wrapping up the unconscious guardians in the tacky web fluid one by one you still being pressed into his chest enabling him to use his other arm

“Dammit please, wake up! ” Suddenly you gasped awake lightning striking through the air creating a type of force fields around the abandoned ship Peter had found a temporary shelter for you to all settle on Your eyes and hair were pure white as you sucked in a deep breath pushing off of the brunettes chest standing on your feet tornadoes began to form whirling outside around the makeshift pod surging in the craters and extra pieces of rubble into their harsh winds you closed your eyes focusing on the biggest unfamiliar vibration before finally breathing out and as if it were an explosion Peter watched in awe as the winds traveled blatantly within a blink of an eye across the field into Thanos’s path sending him flying backwards as Tony flew after him he didn’t dawn on the fact too long his eye’s immediately darting back to you as your legs wobbled and before you could fall he was by your side gently lowering you to the ground taking your face into his palms pressing a kiss to your forehead squeezing his eyes shut tight as they watered

“I’m so glad you’re safe, im so glad you’re okay, you’re so strong, I love you, please be okay, please don’t scare me like that again, I love you.” The brunette muttered over and over pressing his chin into the crown of your head and pressing another kiss into your hairline

“I wasn’t strong enough” You whispered and Peter brung his head back to stare at you in disbelief both palms of his hand pressed to you cheeks your nose dripping a bit of blood your body slightly trembling you probably had a concussion maybe even blunt trauma

He wasn’t there in time

Now you were hurt

He failed you

His fault

It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault its all his fault all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault-

“Peter it’s not your fault” You whispered pressing the palm of your hand to his pale cheek and he kicked himself he hated when you read his mind at the worst time and even more than now because You we’re the one hurt

“Okay, okay. Can you stand?” You nodded shakily and the brunette helped you up to your feet as you looked over to the unconscious guardians taking a small step forward and Peter grabbed your arm

“Hey if you can’t hold it, you let go.” He remarked and with a stiff nod in agreement like a silent promise you crouched down to them all pressing your palm down flat on the ground and Peter watched to carefully as small surges of electricity traveled around the floor surging into their limp bodies causing them to softly jerk until Quill woke with a loud groan his body aching

“Yea you may of hit a couple of things on the way down, not actually my fault your just super heavy” The brunette looked at the teen with an offended look before he was telepathically through across the surface of the making a dent into the metal with another harsh noise of discomfort as you fixed him with a harsh glare

“Yeah probably deserved that one” He wheezed as Drax helped Mantis to her feet and Nebula sat up where she had once lied the rage suddenly hit the Star lord like a bus and in the blink of an eye he was gone his mask over his face the sound of his quad blaster shooting freely

Peter went to wrap an arm around you putting forward his wrist to shoot a web to swing on as the guardians followed you could fly yes but he didn’t want to risk it and when you were up close like this buzzing with electricity he could feel you it gave him a sense of comfort

You all made it to where Tony barely stood injured and Peter landed you both at his side helping him stand up right as the air chilled around you yet you didn’t have a need to start a blizzard

“Somethings happening” Mantis whispered suddenly not more than a second later she faded to dust right next to where Quill stood while Tony took a careful step forward a small gasp resting on his lips Drax was next to go wheezing breathes on his lips and suddenly your heart was slowing little by little beat by beat 

“Steady Quill” The billionaire demanded

“Awh man” He whispered before he was gone into the wind as the other and Tony’s eyebrows furrowed his chest beginning to tighten yet not with death he had felt that too many times and this wasn’t it

“Tony, there was no other way” Strange called out until the billionaire looked at him before continuing and once again he was gone

“Mr Stark, I don’t feel so good” It was your turn for you chest to tighten as you whipped around to look at Peter not being able to focus on the dizziness from the sudden movement your soul bond felt weak you couldn’t channel him like you usually did

“You’re alright” Tony said firmly like he wasn’t leaving any room for arguing

“No Peter.” You rushed to his side just as he beginning to lower to the ground you pressed your palms to his cheeks and the brunette felt a small buzz around his whole body while Tony and Nebula watched you both young love wilting to a perish

“Please come on. Don’t- DONT DO THIS TO ME” Your voice raised as the small time frame windows passed you and all the vigilante did was smile at you

“I love you, so much. You have to let go now come on you promised.” You shook your head thick tears rolling down your cheeks your chest tight and aching as you tried to delay death with only your palms

“I can feel you, Peter. I-I can feel you, I can.” He nodded at you in reassurance turning his head slightly to press a kiss to your wrist placing a hand over yours before quickly flinging you arm away as he collapsed to the floor and as you went to rush towards him Tony’s arms were wrapped around you arms and waist as you thrashed around in his hold as you watched the other part of your soul turn to dust and ash before your eyes

“I love you” He whispered before he was gone. Your scream traveled across the field pleading to whatever gods were willing to listen but none did you chest felt empty and your will to live was gone

“Please kill me Tony, please kill me. please” You sobbed and the older man turned you around to press your head into his shoulder his hand rested on the back of your head into your thick hair and suddenly he was holding onto to nothing as you began to fade away your bond felt tighter as if it was resurrected and you took it as Peter calling you home now before you were finally gone

Tony collapsed opening his arms before claiming them back down as if he was trying to grab onto you but to no avail

“Oh kid.”

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Honestly not my best work but something to work me out of writers block 😊

maybe a part 2?🤔

For now my request are closed but will open back up hopefully before the month is over

THE NEW SPIDERMAN MOVIE!? LOVE IT. Hobie and Miguel the lomls I can’t wait to write for them

please answer this poll below —if you don’t I will find you 😡👹🔪—

[bunnyweasley23]

If you have Wattpad please read my latest MCU x Harry Potter crossover!!!

This book is for you if you like:

-Dumbledore Slander

-Wolfstar as parents

-Nice!Snape (sort of)

-Nice!Draco

-Black OC!

-Mom!Natasha

-The Avengers as basically one big happy family!

-Fred, Loki, Pietro, Tony etc NOT *💀🪦*

-Ron x OC

Small Excerpt from a random Chapter below:

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"Excuse me, Miss Romanoff have you seen the Weasley twins?"Umbrige asked sweetly, considering she's been trying to get back on my good side for the past week and a half.

"Sorry, haven't seen them since the last time I saw them." I said with a smile before taking a drink on my hot chocolate and looking down at my phone when I saw Steve got another word.

"And when was that?"Umbrigde asked confused.

"When was what?"I asked with mock confusion as I looked up at her.

"The last time you saw them of course."Umbrige said becoming slightly irritated.

"Saw who?" I asked innocently.

"Fred and George Weasley."Umbrige said firmly an I pretended to think about it for a moment. Like I didn't see them walk past me with Ron and Draco five minutes ago, carrying empty glitter containers and prank kits.

"Can't say those names ring any bells I'm afraid. However if you're looking for the Weasley twins they went that way." I mumbled looking down at my phone.

"Which way? Left or right?"Umbrigde asked frantically looking around.

"I don't know, that's what I'm asking you. Right or wrong? Up or down, you know? Do you think I'll grow more, I've recently become very insecure about my height. I feel like I'm not tall enough? But what if I'm too tall? I'm 5'9 but that could mean anything. Did you know brown cows don't make chocolate milk? Do you think the sky knows it's blue? Why do people have limbs? I'll tell you why, because of evaluation! Not to be confused with revolutions because those are bad. Speaking of revolutions, have you ever owned a unicorn? I've been thinking of starting a butterfly farm but I can't because I won't have time to take them for walks everyday. Do you think cats know that they're cat-" I asked rambling various nonsense questions with a look of concern painted on my face.

"That's enough! I'll find them myself!" Umbrigde yelled cutting me off.

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Fandom List for Kinktober

Tomorrow (Kdrama)

The Glory (Kdrama)

Call of Duty MW2

Demon Slayer

Resident Evil

Twilight (yes I know...I went back for my mans Paul and Seth😘)

One Chicago

The Originals/Vampire Diaries

One Piece (Anime/Live Action)

Avengers

Deadpool and Wolverine

The Walking Dead

Supernatural

Kpop Groups

Many More...

If there are other fandoms that you'd like for me to write, please detail that in your request if you choose a topic from the Kinktober list.

[jackiequick]

Marvel — Singers OC 🎼

-> -> -> I was listening to music a lot while looking over my old OC Tyler Sharp and decided why not ;)

-> Disclaimer! I don’t own the anything like the songs mentioned, artist mentioned here are just ideas and I’ve haven’t been in contact with anyone related to this post such as Sony Music. It was just a fun idea I had.

Ana B 🎼

Full Name: Ariana Sandra De Baillo

Nicknames: Ari, Ana, De Baillo, Princesses of pop, Sandy, Dra

Birthday: June 25th

Age: 25

Height: 5’1

Place of Origin: Brooklyn, New York but grew up around Washington Heights

Currently located: Los Angeles and on occasion Florida.

Specie: Half Human aka Mutant

Abilities: Sonic Screams. She can emit a highly enhanced scream of a high amplitudes. She also has the ability to vibrate her vocal chords at will.

Occupation: Singer and dance. And on occasion a bit of a small vigilante which causes her to be late to concerts and rehearsal sessions.

Type of music she likes to dabble into making: Pop, Latin Pop, R&B, Hip Hip, Rap and some acoustic.

Awards Won so far: Latin America Billboard Awards, Kids Choice Awards, Teen Choice Awards & Premios Juventud Awards

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Arianna grew up in the lower east side of Brooklyn to a Ecuador & Mexican mother and Colombian father who always made sure that she was loved. Even if they didn’t have much, her parents made sure she had a roof over her head, food, clothes, and money for a education in New York.

In very late high school, she discovered her love for music and dance (it was given in her culture but still) Ari became in love with it. Listening to music from artists like Alicia Keys, Beyoncé, Jennifer Lopez, Nicki Minaj, Rihanna, Selena, Shakira and plenty of others. Singing, dancing, rapping and creating music videos using her phone or a actual camera.

—> She would practice dancing in her bedroom, creating videos and then later on uploading them onto YouTube. Especially her covers of songs and funny skits she would make with friends. Eventually a record label (Sony Music), reached out to her and help her start crafting her own.

First songs being The Way, Ready or Not & Hurricane. Being her popular ones too!

During this period of time, Ariana started singing and rapping more instead of just dancing. It was great until one day her voice was really sorely used and decided to rest her vocal chords. Soon enough she got a little cocky and frustrated waiting so long, as she decided to try to sing in her room instead. Screaming out the lyrics, resulting in her vocal chords to ring and a bounce of a quaking strength released, causing her desk to stumble back a little few feet away from her.

“Oh my..d-did i just do that?” She questioned, curiosity took over and she tried again.

It was captivating how powerful it seemed, also it was a small soft advantage to her singing. Ariana wouldn’t admit it, but she feared this power. Wondering how this would effect her career and life in general. It took her months to control it, there was a few accidents and even her manger found out one day, but she pulled though.

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Flash forwarded to a few years later, Ana B was singing and dancing on stages, for her own performances and other artists. Performing frontline for Ariana Grande, Selena Gomez, Cher Lloyd and backup dancing for Fifth Harmony performance for Grammy Awards 2014.

Even being featured in Cher Lloyds songs as well. Due to her mother’s encouragement, Ariana decided to dabble into Latin Pop as well. Her Hispanic roots. Adding a mix of Latin Pop and a bit more R&B into her songs

—> Which resulted in her to featured in Reggaetón Lento with CNCO and Little Mix, create Downtown with J Balvin, and a couple of others. Those are just to name a few. It resulted in her expanding her reach in the music and tv appearance on shows every once in a while.

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It was going great until one dark cloudy while visiting Los Angels after chilling at the corner store she heard screams and yelling loudly from a alleyway running to help wearing her black hoodie, just all black in general due to leaving rehearsals a hour earlier.

A two girls were being robbed of their money, Ariana couldn’t stands for it and started to try and fight the robbers. The two girls were trying to fight them too.

One caught her by the wrist and held her backwards, Ariana was pissed off and narrowed her eyes a scream piercing scream filled up a sound attack sending both men to fly backward onto the brick wall. Slamming their heads against the wall, knocked out cold. She didn’t mean to do that, it was a scream of panic and anger.

It shocked Ariana as she turned to the girls, “A-are you okay?”

“Y-yeah..h-how did you do that?” One of them asked, grabbing their purse.

“I um..i just screamed, i guessed.” She replied, trying to cover up what happened.

The other one recognized her and gasp, “Y-your—you’re Ana B!”

Ariana smiled sheepishly and nodded, “..y-yeah i am..you girls should go home. We all should!”

The both girls nodded and gushed realizing that this artist saved their lives. They called the cops and went home. However Ariana spent those next few day rethinking that captivating scream and how she saved those girls. She smiled, it felt good. Real good. It took a few days to quietly decide but Ariana decided to used her gift and saved a few others every once in a while. But since Ariana wasn’t trained or anything, she wasn’t the best low crime fighter, at least she tried..

She took up a bit of boxing and stuff to help with fight. A few short self defense posts and it helps her moves on stage, a lot. Sometimes Ariana would be late to rehearsal dressed in a black outfit afterwards. For example…

At start of a small bank robbery downtown, a few men dressed in grey and black suit came running in. There were guns and shouting, when she sneaked into the place. Everything was fine as she pretended to be one of others until a robber grabbed her grab and smirked, “Oh, not so fast, sweetheart.”

She groaned, using her shoulder to elbow him in the chest, “Don’t grab women, sweetheart.”

Her and one of robbers started to dance, twirling, kicking and spinning around the room. Ariana was thrown across the room, her back landing on a desk near a receptionist as she yelled with her vibrating vocals chords, “Get the cops online..p-please.” The women nodded, doing as told.

Ariana was slammed into a wall, she sighed, “Now I know how The Avengers feel..this hurts.” She glances at the clock, as her eyes widened in shock, 1:23pm, she was going to be late to the studio. Better make this quick.

Taking a deep breath and narrowing her eyes towards the robbers. Like singing loudly into a microphone, Ariana lowering her mask closed her eyes shut as a scream ripped off at a medium amplitude modulation knocking off both men. They stumbled back, holding their ears and full lose balance. The cop sirens went off and Ariana nodded at the receptionist putting a finger over lips, that were covered again by the mask, then ran out.

She arrived 5 minutes late, not the worse thing. If one had to be honest, the girl tend to always be a tad late depending on what day it was. Her manger Naya, rushed her off to get ready asking if she was alright seeing how she looked a little bruised. Ariana smiled, getting an ice pack for her aches and Advil for her pains. Naya was like a big sister to her, making sure she was okay and healthy, however she always wondered what her client was up to when she’s not around.

-> Her street outfits

-> Causal Outfits

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Remember to like, comment and share ;)

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[souurcitrus]

When I make redesign of certain characters, especially if they're from comics, I really have to put extra effort in giving some of them unique traits (like scars, birth marks, hairstyle, etc) or else I will commit the same mistake Marvel and DC make with their white boys. And I really don't want to do that

Like, why every single character that is a scientist needs to be buffy and strong? You're telling me this little guy who never sees the sun light or leaves his lab will have perfect abs and biceps?

Peter Parker I accept because of the spider bite. But REED RICHARDS?!! Don't know much of him but... why he looks like a slightly thinner Captain American?

Can you stop drawing Jessica Jones the exact same as Jessica Drew or any other brunette?!

And please, give Sunspot and Damian Wayne their melanin back, I'm on my knees begging you writers.

[missacidburn928]

Should the team visit Sins for another Halloween this year 😈?

Give me your thoughts

LUNATIC III

Summary:

Halloween night at Sins.

Notes:

Hello Heathens! This chapter is hella long! As I was writing more and more just kept getting added that made sense and so I kept it in. I thought about making it a 2 part but decided to hell with that! This chapter has been one of my favorites to write so far and I hope you enjoy it as well. *Fair warning: There is knife play as well as a little blood play in this chapter. There be some torture as well. ALSO...Sex work IS real work. If you can't get with that, please kindly leave as this fic is sex and sex worker positive :) Happy Reading!

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“Come one! Come all! To Sins Debaucherous Carnival!” Your voice proclaims across the entryway, out into the autumn air where a line has formed as far as around the corner. The video continues, your voice entrancing the waiting patrons. 

“Tis Hallows Eve and the night is young. Prepare yourselves for a night of raucous fun! From spooky sexy skeletons, to our sirens sensual song, let your darkness be your guide as you travel the sins of the flesh we provide. Muahahaha.” 

The team, having decided to celebrate, take in the entryway and swarm of bodies as they make their way to the main stage, where your act for the night is set to begin.

The atmosphere in the club is a bit darker tonight. The lights are dimmer and the wait staff look ghoulishly delicious, in varying shades of death. They arrive at their booth and settle in, anxious to see what you have in store for the audience tonight.

El Tango de Roxanne begins to play as the curtains open and a lone red spotlight centers on a single bed. The only other light comes from a lone window, in which the shadow of a well built man can be seen.

The spotlight fades to dimmed stage lights as you enter stage left followed by August, the perfect partner for this tango of tortured love. You're dressed in a skin tight black dress with a slit up to the waist on one side. Hair loose and wild. Dark smokey makeup adorns your face as matte black stiletto nails dipped in crimson grace your fingers. August is clad in a maroon button down, black slacks and gray suspenders. Hair disheveled and a scowl on his handsome face.

Clearly an argument is happening and as the song progresses and builds the fight turns violent. You pull a switchblade from your garter and point it at August. He scoffs, determined that you wouldn't have the balls to cut him. He takes a step too close and you lash out on instinct, slashing his pectoral, ruining his shirt as blood quickly rises to the surface. 

He looks down in disbelief at the minor flesh wound. He reaches for you as you try to back away, catching your dress and ripping it from your body, exposing the black laced lingerie beneath. He tosses it to the side as you stand in shock for only a moment. That pause was all he needed to reach up and intertwine his fingers in your hair, pulling you in close to his body to dominate you with a kiss. 

You lose yourself in his power, succumbing to the scorching chemistry you’ve always had. You cant let him think he’s won once again. The time to take your power back is now. You have places to be and people depending on you. Without wasting another moment you climb him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, providing yourself enough leverage to bite down on his neck, taking him by surprise yet again. 

He walks forward until he can slam you against the wall, pinning you with his hips, dislodging you from his throat. You stare up at his darkened blue eyes, panting as you lower your hands to the bulge in his slacks, palming him once before undoing his button and zipper. Pulling him out, you give his thick length a couple strokes, spreading his leaking precum down his shaft. 

Wrapping your legs around his waist you pull him close as you tilt your hips and use your body weight to turn you around, his back now against the wall. He grabs the globes of your ass so you don’t fall as he pulls your panties to the side, allowing you to impale yourself on his rigid cock.

You begin to grind and ride him hard, unleashing all your pent up hurt and anguish on his impressive body. You hate that you ever let yourself love this man. One who thinks he can own you and control your every move. No more. It’s time for this little witch to fly. 

It's a volatile seduction of limbs and flesh. Your claws rake down his chest as he tries to get his dominance back but is thwarted by your overwhelming need to consume him. Your other hand gripping his hair and holding him where you want him as you devour his mouth.

You end up allowing him to take you to the bed. He lets you remain on top, enjoying the view. As your climax nears you wrap your small hands around his thick neck and begin choking him. He doesn't resist as he is on the precipice of his own release, that is until you both reach your end and you add pressure to his windpipe. He tries to buck you off but his efforts become weaker the longer he is deprived of oxygen until he loses consciousness. 

You remove yourself from his prone frame, fix your panties, grab a dress from the closet, and check yourself in the mirror on the wall before heading to the window. You throw it open, kissing the stranger on the balcony who pulls you through. He leans down to grab a bag at his side and proceeds to cart you away into the night. 

Lights fade to black and the audience bursts out in uproarious applause.

Your favorite reusable bottle, full of ice cold h2o, is placed in your hand by Walter as you catch your breath backstage. You gulp down the cool liquid as he pushes a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear.

“That was intense, Bug.” He caresses your cheek, running his thumb along your bottom lip as you remove the bottle, capturing an errant drop of water, returning it to your tongue. “It looked like my brother's black soul left his body when you both came.”

You feel arms wrap around you from behind. “It practically did.” August confesses to his brother as he lays a light kiss on your neck. “Granted it’s an emotionally charged number as is, something was certainly different tonight.” 

He backs up and begins removing his bloodied shirt, exposing his hairy, muscle bound torso. “I wonder if it had anything to do with you being told that the Avengers had just been seated at the booth you had permanently set aside for them.”

“Ah, yes. Earth's mightiest have taken a liking to our little Nyx.” Walter looks down to see you shooting daggers his way. “Seems the reverse can be said. Wade must be losing his mind.” They both laugh.

You take the washcloth from August's hand before he can clean his chest, drop your panties, step out of them and proceed to remove his spend from your body. “You know how I am. A glutton for all things that bring me pleasure.” You toss the cloth back to August. “Thor proved himself as mighty as to be believed and I would be lying if I said I didn't want a taste of them all.” You shrug.

“I know you well, darling. Always on the hunt for the one thing that may finally quench your thirst.” August imparts, as he places your right hand on the damp blood still staining his chest. “I also know that look in your eyes. You’re looking to lose yourself tonight. Need the release subspace brings.” He lifts your chin to catch your hooded eyes. “Been in control of everything for too long getting ready for tonight's carnival. Fuck, you had me practically bowing at your feet on stage.”

Walter cages you in against his brother. “Usually we’d drag you back to your suite and take you apart until we get you nice and floaty.” He kisses your shoulder. “Then I’d run you a bath and bring you back up to the land of the living.” He runs a hand up your thigh. “But I don’t think we’ll be enough for you tonight Ladybug.”

He looks at his brother, having one of those silent conversations they’re known for, before they both take a step away from you. “Let’s see how well these heroes can handle our favorite little hellion.”

Your bottom lip starts to protrude. August grips your chin quickly between his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t even attempt to pout, Darling.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips. “If they can’t provide you with what you so thoroughly need, you know where to find us. We’re only ever a call away.” 

He releases you and sends you on your way out to the main room with a swat to your ass.

“Give em hell, Bug!” Walter shouts followed by laughter as the door closes behind you.

You find the team with ease, clearly enjoying themselves and the libations your faithful staff have provided. It’s a sight to see them with relaxed postures and smiles abound. As you saunter over, you can’t help but notice the power emanating in waves off of the two former assassins, book-ending Steve.

As if sensing your presence, or quite possibly your arousal coating your skin, Bucky glances your way, tracking your movement to the table. “I see you all are enjoying yourselves.”

“Nyx! Just the woman we were drooling over.” Tony jests.

“Your performance did have me salivating.” Thor raises his large stein. “The control in which you have on your body is to be admired and I would not balk at a chance to explore it yet again. Perhaps to test its boundaries this time.”

“Always the charmer, Odinson.” You smile in his direction.

“Down puppy. Let the rest of us get a chance before you go in for seconds.” Clint barks out.

“Speaking of.” Tony interjects. “I know we just watched you have a good ol time up on stage. You look fantastic when you come by the way.” He winks. “But are you up for a little playtime this evening? Or are you too busy running the joint?”

You wriggle your finger for Tony to come closer. “Oh I’m done for the night. My staff has everything under control. I’m not leaving the premises, so if anything goes wrong they know where to find me.”

“And where will that be, doll?” Buck asks, locking eyes with you.

“In the Sanguine Suite of course.” You say nonchalantly.

“The blood suite.” Natasha quirks a brow. “That sounds like a party waiting to happen.”

“You’re welcome to join me.” You stare her down. “Only if you promise to bring you sharpest knife and the White Wolf with you.” 

“So the name isn't just a clever moniker.” Bucky states.

“Well it is clever, but no, it is certainly more than just a name.” You bite your lip.

“So the woman who derives pleasure from pain also likes to get bloody in bed. Giving or receiving?” Nat, having gotten up from the booth, asks of you. 

“Depends on my mood really.” You graze a finger along her collarbone. “I’ve already drawn blood tonight though.”

You notice Bucky approaching you both from the side. “That could only mean you are looking for a little hematic release then.” You nod your head. “We can certainly provide that for you, doll.”

“I won’t make it easy on you Wolfy.” You declare.

“Wouldn’t dream of it any other way.” He responds.

Nat leans in and gives you a sensual yet dominating kiss. Making your brain melt and your insides go gooey already. She pulls away, holding you steady as you sway on your weak legs. “Lead the way Malyshka.”

With a quick look to the table, you spot Steve with a wide grin on his face. “Have fun, dollface. Don’t worry bout us. I’m sure we can find something to entertain ourselves with.”

“Everything is on the house tonight. So please do enjoy yourselves. And if I don’t see you before the mornings light, I bid you a blessed Hallows Eve.” You grab Bucky's metal hand with yours and link your other arm with Nat’s as you begin your trek back to your personal suite.

“Welcome to my home away from home. Honestly I spend more time than I would like crashing here.” You let them in. “If I’m not out satisfying my thirst for vengeance, using Tartarus for it’s intended purposes, I usually work so late that I’m too tired to make it to my loft. Plus the bed is fantastic.” 

“Looks it.” Nat agrees. 

“Have a look around. Make yourselves comfortable. Get acquainted with the space. I'm still a bit of a mess from my performance. Sticky with sweat, among other things. I’m just going to wash the night away so the fun can begin. I’ll leave the door open. You’re more than welcome to join.” You give your most innocent smile, mischievous eyes giving you away.

Nat wastes no time following you into the bathroom. “Here let me.” She runs her fingers up your arms, pushing the straps down as she reaches your shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor. She looks down and quirks a brow. “Your panties seem to be missing. I distinctly remember you leaving the stage with them on.”

“Everything about August is large. Down to the size of his loads.” You state. “Not to mention, the viscosity. I didn't feel like walking around with it slowly trailing down my thighs, so I did a quick cleanup and decided to air dry.” 

You smile sweetly at her as she reaches around and unclasps your bra with one hand. “Let’s see if he left anything behind shall we.” Her dainty fingers traverse up your inner thigh, slapping each one to get you to spread them, before sinking her middle finger to the knuckle into your dampened folds. 

She pumps her hand a few times, crooking her finger to reach all the good spots, making you weak in the knees already. Pulling out she raises her wet hand between you. “Well would you look at that, it’s all you.” 

“Thor can’t stop talking about how amazing she tastes.” Bucky speaks from the door frame. “Is it true, doll?” 

Nat licks her finger clean, moaning as your essence coats her tongue. “Fuck that’s good.”

“Guess I’m going to have to find out for myself.” He steps into the bathroom. “Turn around. Hands on the counter and present that dripping little cunt for me, doll.”

You easily comply, bending over the counter, ass high in the air, weeping pussy on full display.

He stands behind you, catching your eyes in the mirror before lowering himself to his knees. Placing his hands on your hips, the cool of the metal soothing your heated skin, he leans forward and runs his thick tongue slowly from clit to slit and back again. “I don’t think his words did you justice, doll. If I’m not too careful, I could find myself addicted to your taste on my tongue. I think I may be ruined already.”

You remain in place and just whimper at his words. “Someone is feeling subby.” Nat mentions. “She hasn’t moved an inch since you commanded her to present for you.” She looks at Bucky.

“That what you need tonight, doll? To surrender? Feel that loss of control?” Bucky asks.

“Yes.” You whisper out. “Yes, I just want to float away.”

“We can provide that for you.” Nat states. “Let’s set some guidelines before we begin.” You and Bucky both nod. “Good. We can go over them while you shower if you still wish to do so.”

“I do. Muscles are still tense.” You reply.

Bucky starts the shower, checks the temp, lifts you up and places you inside. “Wash up, but leave your hair dry if possible please.” He hands you a hair tie from around his wrist for you to do so.

“Okay. Now. Let’s clarify what is happening here.” He starts. “You want to partake in a scene where Nat or I…”

“Both.” You quickly squeak out.

He chuckles. “Where Nat and I Dom you. Is that correct?”

“Yes.” You nod.

“Great.”

“Anything specific you would like to have happen? Safewords?” Nat asks.

“I use the traffic light system for scenes. Simplest for all parties to remember.” You lather up your body. “And I do have a certain kink in mind that I would love to have utilized if you're comfortable with it.”

“Which kink would that be, doll?”

“I think I have an inkling.” Nat teases.

“Knife play. If getting a little bloody isn't an issue for you.” You look at them. “I wouldn't be opposed to being tied down at your mercy either.”

You watch the tent rise further in Bucky’s jeans. “I can most certainly accommodate that for you.” He twirls his favorite knife around his fingers.

“This is going to be fun.” Nat responds. “Anything else?”

“No that’s pretty much it.”

“Great. Now hurry up and rinse off.” Bucky states as he goes to grab a towel. “You’re to dry off and wait for us to call you into the room.” He pulls you to him by the back of your head and kisses you for the first time, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. “Marks?”

“Nothing permanent please.”

“Understandable.” He kisses you once more and heads back into the room to set up. Nat places a light kiss to your lips then follows.

You’re standing, wrapped in a towel, waiting impatiently for your admittance back into your bedroom.   

Måneskins I Wanna Be Your Slave starts playing from the bluetooth speakers hidden throughout the suite.

I see they took the time to inspect the space before play. They seem to have done this together before. I’m curious how this will all pan out. Lucky for them I’m not feeling too bratty tonight.

“Alright, Doll. Time for you to come on out.” Bucky projects just loud enough to be heard over the speakers. “Leave the towel behind.”

You drop the towel, take a deep calming breath to sooth the anxious, excited energy coursing through your body and step into the room. 

The lights have been turned to their sensual setting. I see they found the control center. I’m not surprised. They are both assassins after all.

Nat steps up to you, ghosting a hand down the center of your torso, surveying your inked skin and stopping just above your mound. “Sit on the edge of the bed. Hands, palms up on your thighs.” 

She steps aside as you make your way over to your king size bed, noting the red rope tied to the normally hidden hooks in your headboard. You seat yourself on the dark gray silk sheets, letting the cool fabric calm your heated skin as you place your hands on your thighs, eyes cast to the floor on instinct.

“Would you look at that Bucky.” Nat casually states. “I didn't even have to instruct her to keep her head down. What a good girl.”

You feel the warmth radiating from your center, bump up a notch at her praise.

“I knew she would be the perfect little sub.” He replies. “All that control. All of the time.” He lifts your chin up with his metal fingers. “That bratty attitude. The need to fight back. Make ‘em earn your submission.”

You catch the glint of his switchblade as he twirls it in his flesh hand. “When in reality you're just waiting for the right Dominate. Or two. To come make you feel safe enough to just give in.” He runs the knife down your stretched throat. “Am I right, doll?”

“Yes, Sir.” You whisper out.

“Good, girl.” He presses the edge of the blade in just enough to cut the skin and a small well of blood to seep out before he removes it completely. “Now. You're going to take those dainty little fingers and undress us.” He instructs. “Every piece of skin you expose you will kiss. Understood?”

You nod your head. “Yes, Sir.”

With surprisingly steady hands you reach forward, sliding your hands under his shirt pulling up as far as your seated position will allow. He bends forward and allows you to pull his shirt off the rest of the way. You toss it to the side as he returns to standing, being sure to follow his command and lay gentle kisses to his flesh.

You glide your hands along his abdominal muscles, enjoying the tickle of his happy trail against your palms as you make your way to his waist band. You undo his belt, leaving it open as you pull his zipper down, allowing his pants to drop to his ankles. You admire the generous dick print straining against his boxer briefs, demanding to be released. You tuck your fingers in the elastic band and drag the fabric down his thick thighs, licking your lips as the thickness of him is exposed, a drop of precum glistening on the tip.

“As tempting as that pretty mouth is, I’ll have to try it out another night.” Bucky tells you. “You're doing such a good job. Be sure to treat Nat with the same care.”

“Yes, Sir.” You watch him take a step back to allow Natasha to stand before you, as he goes about removing his boots.

You repeat the same process to remove her clothing. Allowing yourself to indulge in the feeling of her soft, supple skin against yours. You took your time peeling her red lace bra down her arms, mouth watering at the sight of her exposed breasts. Your anticipation has been ratcheting with each kiss you’ve placed upon her silky skin.

As you go to remove her matching thong, you can’t help the small smile that teases your mouth at the sight of the dampened fabric. You chance a look up at her face. “All your doing Malyshka. You can go ahead and be proud.”

Your smile widens as you pull the wet fabric down her legs and take in the small triangle patch of red curls pointing you towards her exquisite pussy. 

She runs a finger along your bottom lip and pulls your attention back to her face. “Lay back on the bed sweet girl. Head resting on a pillow, arms up by your ears.”

You place yourself in the requested position and wait on bated breath as you feel the bed dip on either side of you.

You watch with bated breath as they both take a hand, securing you to the ropes attached to the headboard. They make the knots tight enough to feel, but able to quickly be released if the need arises. You also notice the amount of give you’re provided with allows for some movement while still remaining securely locked in.

You legs remain free, which you are thankful for as Bucky leans down to give you a deep sensual kiss, groaning as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth before sitting back up to reveal Nat holding a Wartenberg Pinwheel to your right. “What’s your color, doll?”

“Green.” You sigh out as you clench your thighs together.

“Great.” He ghosts his flesh hand down your torso, stopping to pinch your left nipple. “I’ll let Nat have her fun with these beauties.” He pinches the other nipple so that both are now standing at attention. 

He trails his fingers down your belly until they graze over your mound, surpassing your slick soaked folds and teasing along your inner thighs. “I have my eyes set on decorating another set of anatomy.” You watch as he picks up the blade sitting beside him, running his thumb along the sharp edge.

While you are mesmerized by the way the light reflects off the polished silver, Nat takes the opportunity of your distraction to run the pinwheel down your chest with just enough pressure to have you gasping out. “You're a responsive little one. This is going to be even more fun than I thought it would be.”

“This is going to be quite the sensory overload for you.” Bucky states as he teases the knife across your inner thighs. You want to squeeze them, but doing so would take away all the tingly sensations the cold steel is providing you with.

Sensory overload was a correct assumption on Buckys part. You nerve endings have come alive with each passing graze from each instrument. There’s a hitch in your breath as Nat begins to circle your areolas, skirting fully across your nipple with some added pressure every once in a while. You close your eyes, tilt your head back and just let yourself bask in the torturous teasing.

As soon as you find a sense of peace, the temperature of the scene gets taken up a notch. Having had his fill of teasing Bucky asks you once again. “Color?”

“Green, Sir. So green.” You hum out.

With a quick flick of his wrist, he creates a shallow cut along the meatiness of your inner thigh. It’s small, just barely breaking the skin, not enough to leave a scar but enough to leave you reminders of this night for days to come. You squeak out at the sudden jolt of pain.

Bucky leans forward, running his tongue along the small trickle of blood seeping from the fresh wound before latching his mouth around it and sucking a bruise into the flesh surrounding. You’re really turning into a mess now. You try to squeeze your thighs together but he just places his shoulders taut so they stay in place. 

Nat consumed by the sinful display in front of her, applies more pressure to the pinwheel playing beneath your breasts, leaving some marks of her own as she take a nipple into her mouth and bites down as she teases the tip with her tongue.

If you were a mess of sensations before you're a catastrophe by now. Whimpering and panting as you give in to that lovely pleasurable pain.

Bucky tilts his head back, admiring his marks on your left thigh for a moment. “Color?”

“Still. Green.” You whimper out.

“Perfect.” He then proceeds to repeat the same process to your right thigh as Nat switches to your neglected nipple. Each one ignoring your very aching pussy.

You're experiencing the sweetest torture, on the verge of begging one of them just to touch your pulsating cunt. You swear your heartbeat and clit have synchronized.

“Mmm, look at the mess you're making, doll.” Bucky states as he sits back on his knees. “Your sweet little pussy is just drooling all over these silk sheets. Got me hard as a fucking rock over here.” He squeezes the base of his cock and looks over to Nat. “I wonder how wet you’ve made Nat.”

“There’s only one real way to find out.” She responds, moving closer to your prone frame and throwing a leg over your chest, leaning forward, placing her hands on either side of your waist, allowing you to witness her soaked pussy and damp thighs.

“So, wet.” You whimper out, wishing you could run a finger along her folds.

“Go ahead and give it a taste, Malyshka. Show me what that tongue can do.” Nat requests. “I know I’m going to get myself a snack. Let’s see who lasts the longest.”

“Yes, Miss.” You quickly reply, as she backs up and places herself practically on your chin. As soon as she settles you get to work, licking her essence off of her folds before sucking her swollen little nub into your mouth, humming and creating a powerful combo between your vibrations and suction.

“Oh, fuck your good at that.” She moans out, distracted by your talents until Bucky touches her cheek, reminding her of her current challenge.

That was all she needed to lower her head and get to work unraveling you with her tongue. She refrained from using her fingers, wanting to add on to your desperation to be filled. Your tongue was on another level and she was having a harder time than she believed she would trying to get you to the finish line first.

It was time to pull out your nifty little party trick that has had many a vulva owner losing themselves on your tongue.

You can feel her thighs begin to tremble as she tries to keep it together and not cross the finish line first. This spurs you on further, the need to taste her orgasm on your tongue stronger than the need to find release yourself. 

She lifts her head from between your thighs and lets out an uncontrollable moan as she stills above you. You feel her slick coat your tongue and trickle down your chin as you revel in besting the Black Widow. Her cum all the sweeter on your tongue. 

“ Fuck that looked intense.” Bucky states, checking in on a panting Nat. “Need a minute?”

“I’m great.” She replies. “She’s more talented than I expected that’s all.” She spanks your juicy cunt. “With that out of the way I can focus on paying her back.” 

Bucky spreads your thighs wider, allowing for better access to your leaking hole. He runs his dick along your folds, coating himself and teasing your sensitive clit. “I’m going to have to aid you in that Nat. I can’t stand another minute not buried to the hilt in this gorgeous pussy.” 

He notches himself at your entrance and slowly pushes in, splitting you open, inch by inch on his thick girth. “Fuck your tight, doll. Little lips stretched out, hugging me so tight.”

Nat leans forward to get a closer look, fascinated by the sight. As Bucky begins to slowly thrust in and out, eliciting sweet moans to spring forth from your throat, she lowers her head down and teases your clit with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh, Fuck!” You shout at the added wet sensation.

“Shit! Keep that up Nat. She’s squeezing me even tighter the more you do those little circles. She’s so close to coming undone.”

Wanting you to feel as good as she still is, she doubles her efforts on your little nub, deciding to add just a little suction with the flick of her tongue. That was the right decision because seconds later you're screaming out both their names as you're coming all over Bucky’s cock and her tongue. 

“That’s it. Soak my cock, doll. Such a good girl for us. Coming so pretty. Making all those sexy noises.”

Nat slides off your waist and heads over to your toy drawer as Bucky removes himself from your quivering channel.

“No. Want. More.” You whine out. 

“Oh you’re getting more, doll. Believe that. I’m not finished with you yet.” He places his hands on your hips and turns you over onto your stomach, hands crossed as your wrists are still bound.

  I knew there was a reason for the extra give.

Nat returns to the bed, placing herself in front of you, leaning against the headboard as Bucky scoots you back and lifts your ass in the air, spreading your knees to hold your weight. You notice she has pulled out a vibrator from your collection as you watch her tease herself before you.

“Color?” Bucky asks.

“Green. Very Green.” You reply.

“I’m not going to go easy on you. I’m too on edge at this point for that. Use your safeword if it gets to be too much.” 

“Yes, Sir.” You arch your back, lifting your ass higher as you feel a hand smack down onto the flesh and squeeze. 

“Fuck just look at that ass jiggle.” He smacks it again and then slams his length inside you. Wasting no time setting a lethal pace.

As his dick works it’s magic, carving out your insides, you watch as Nat matches his pace as she fucks herself on your toy. It doesn't take long for your next orgasm to hit. Not as big as the one prior but still toe curling to say the least.

You’re unsure how much time has passed as you continue to come on Bucky’s dick over and over again. Nat is thoroughly enjoying the show as she has gotten off twice more herself.

You notice the tempo of Bucky’s thrust becoming erratic. “I’m close, doll. So close. This tight little snatch just feels to fucking good wrapped around me.”

“Please.” You beg.

“Give me one more and I’ll give your a creamy treat. C’mon babygirl.” He smacks your ass and fucks you harder until your losing yourself once again, clenching around his dick so tight he’s barely able to pull himself out.

Somehow he manages to remove himself and kneel as close to Nat as he can get. He furiously pumps his cock until he unleashes his load all over Nat’s swollen pussy. Leaving quite the mess. 

“I’m going to release your arms and I want you to clean up every drop of our cum with your tongue. Good girls help clean up the messes they make.” He tells you.

He releases you and you get to work relieving Nat of the semen coating her lips. The combined taste of them is unique and you find yourself at a loss when not a drop is left. You lift your head, open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and showing you didn't miss a drop. 

“Such a good fucking girl.” Bucky praises you. “Come here. Let us massage and clean you up, doll.”  

You’re cocooned between them as they alternate between soft caresses and massaging your sore muscles. It’s just the type of aftercare you were needing. It’s interesting to see such hard individuals being so soft with you.

You feet safe and floaty, just as you had set out for. 

Your bliss is interrupted as Declan, one of your security team, knocks on your suite door to inform you that there’s an issue in Talia's room. 

You throw on your stilettos and a silk nightgown that reaches midthigh and head off towards the play rooms. Upon entering the room you find a man being restrained by Cassidy against the wall as Talia sits teary eyed and curled up in a ball on the bed. A sheet draped across her form.

“What happened here?” You address Cassidy. 

“He requested some rough and tumble but forgot his manners. No matter the transaction. No means No. When Tal resisted he gave her a good smack. She ran for the call button and managed to tap it before he began choking her out. That’s how I found him and restrained him until you could arrive. Sorry for ruining your play time.”

“No worries Cass. My needs were already met before I was summoned. If anything you shortened my come down. It’s no matter. I’m sure this will provide more than enough extra stimulation for the night.”

“Everything alright in here?” You hear Bucky’s smooth baritone at the threshold of the door. You turn to see him standing next to the good Captain. 

“It will be. Once I teach this spineless man a lesson.” You smile ear to ear. “You’re free to watch, if you're into that sort of thing. Be warned. It will get messy.”

“Doll, our mess is still slicking your thighs. And down your neck as well.” He steps forward and runs his flesh finger along your clavicle, collecting the accumulated crimson along the way. He places the finger against his tongue and licks your essence clean. You moan watching him consume you so thoroughly.

“Guess getting messier is of no matter than.” You steady your breathing. “Now keep yourself out of my way unless called for. You good Sir are distracting me from my business.” 

“As you wish, doll.” He pulls Steve into the room and takes a seat with him on the love seat placed near the bed.

“Cassidy. Bring the rule breaker to me and escort Talia to the door. One of the girls will accompany her to the back rooms so she can be assessed. You are to remain at the door on guard. No one is to enter without my explicit permission. Understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He goes to do as he is told. You stop Talia on her walk to the door. “Anything I need to know before I begin?”

“He’s prideful. Boasts about his physique and title. He also has a wife and children.” She reveals.

“Wonderful. Thank you. That will be all for tonight. You are to take the next week off. And don't worry about pay, I will comp you for the days including the full for tonight’s holiday pay.”

“You’re too good to us Nyx.” She claims.

“You deserve it.” You remind her.

She leaves the room and you saunter over to your victim. "Since your actions have impeded my post orgasm high. I must let you know that I will be especially vicious tonight."

The scumbag scans your body and lets out a scoff. “You think I’m scared of you.” His eyes travel to the Winter Soldier sitting stoic next to Captain America. “Plus the good Captain is somehow here. There is no way his righteousness would let you harm an innocent man. I did nothing wrong. The little whore loved it.”

Steve just chuckles and shakes his head. Normally the man would be right, but one thing people seem to forget about him is that he is still a man. Not to mention that he always looks out for the underdog and the misfortunate as there was a time before he became America’s Golden Boy where he was treated as less than. 

While the waste of space spewed his ridiculousness you took the time to retrieve the dagger hidden behind the headboard. As the last of Steve’s laughter rings out you have your arm wrapped around the d-bags throat and the dagger pointed at his groin. Resting nicely against the exposed skin, one wrong move and things will get bloody.

He stiffens as you nuzzle his cheek. “It’s funny how you think he’ll save you when this is my establishment and he is my guest. Now as much as I want to redecorate this room in your blood, it is one of our busiest nights of the year and frankly we need the room. So here is what is going to happen.” 

You drag the dagger along his skin in a lazy playful fashion, grazing his dick along the way. “You my little piggy are going to sit nice and pretty, legs spread while I crave the word ‘Abuser’ into your ribs.” He begins to try to fight your hold and you squeeze his throat tighter. “Uh uh uh asshole. You broke my rules and marked up one of my girls. It’s only fair I return the favor. Now be a good boy and take your punishment or else I’ll have to ask the supersoldiers to hold you down.”

“Fuck you bitch” He spits out.

“Mmm. Wrong answer.” You quickly cut his inner thigh. “Strike one. Let’s try that again. They get deeper per strike. Now are you gonna be a good boy and take your punishment?”

“Your fucking crazy.” He seethes.

You cut him again, slightly deeper and closer to his groin. “Never claimed to be sane. I’m a product of my upbringing. As I’m sure you are as well. Last chance.”

“I’ll never submit to a whore.” He answers.

You deeply sigh. “Arrogance truly gets you nowhere.” You slice him nice and deep, quickly soaking the sheet in his blood. “Neither does false bravado. James, would you mind lending me a metal hand here.”

Bucky stands up, cracks his neck from side to side and makes his way over to the bed. You exchange a look before he proceeds to grab the man by the throat and pin him down to the bed with his metal hand. With the other he raises the arm closest to you and pins it above his head, exposing his ribs for your punishment.

“I was going to do this quickly and send you off to your banishment. But you just had to play a tough guy and now I’m going to take my sweet time.” You begin to cut the A right below his armpit, as he starts to scream. “Oh honey. Scream to your heart's content. The room is soundproof. No one to hear your sweet sounds of agony but those of us in the room.”

As promised you take your time carving out his scarlet letters. A sense of calm passes over you as you zen out while doing your task. You don't even notice the two sets of eyes that gaze upon you in awe with a haze of lust. The blood lust has taken over and you can't help but clench your thighs the more crimson is set free. 

You finish the last letter, leaning back to admire your handy work before slapping the prick awake. “Rise and shine asshat! Where’s your phone?”

Delirious he mumbles out. “In my pants pocket.”

“Steve be a dear and fetch that for me will you.” You turn to watch him rise from the couch, a noticeable bulge tenting his slacks as he retrieves the phone for you and walks it over. “Thank you Captain.” You take the device. “I’ll be sure to show my gratitude in full momentarily.” You lick and bite your lip.

“Take your time, doll. I’m not going anywhere.” He pulls your lip from between your teeth and turns to head back to the couch. 

You shake yourself out of the lust haze to finish your task. “Thank you James for lending a hand. You may return to the couch with your Captain. Don’t want you accidentally attached to my message. I’ll only be but a minute more.” 

You place the device in front of the man’s face, unlocking it. You quickly turn on the camera and snap a few photos. You send a copy to your private server as well as messaging his wife, close friends, family and co-workers the photos along with a text that reads: I chose to break the rules at Sins. Therefore I’ve been branded and banned herein.

You walk over to the door and open it, getting Cassidy’s attention. “The trash is ready to be taken out now.” You tell him. “As always, make sure he understands the parameters of his banishment.” You step aside to let him in, watch as he grabs his discarded clothes from the floor and lifts him up into a fireman's carry, uncaring of his comfort as he marches him out the door and down the hall toward the exit.

Shutting the club back out, you walk over to the music controls along the wall. You scan the selection until you land on the perfect song for your current mood. “Dirty Pretty” by In This Moment begins to play, your hips swinging along as the beat drops in.

You turn towards the supersoldiers, holding court, manspreading on the couch. You're still riding the blood high from inflicting your punishment on the waste of air that broke your rules. Steve is still sporting a rather sizable bulge in his slacks and you’re dying for a taste of the Golden Boy who clearly has a dark side.

You saunter over to the couch, keeping eye contact with the blonde adonis, you hike your dress up to your hips and sink to your knees, between his spread thighs. “I can’t think of a better way to show you my gratitude than to have you spilling down my throat Captain.” 

You reach forward and undo his belt and zipper, reaching in to pull his large member from the tight confines. The tip is already messy with precum, unconsciously you run your palm up and through the fluid, making sure to coat his length with it on the way down. 

He instinctively tilts his hips up at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him. He holds his breath as he watches you lean forward and take him to the back of your throat in one slippery stroke. “Fuck” He grunts out as you swallow, muscles contracting around his girth.

Bucky observes the two of you for a couple moments before his aching balls get the better him and he pulls his own cock out. He can still smell your slick mixed with his fresh precum as he wraps a hand around the base and gives himself a couple pumps. 

As you increase your efforts, Steve’s large hands encasing your head as you bob up and down, he gets up from his seat. He kneels behind you, pulling the back of your dress up even higher, until he sees your drooling little slit. 

“I didn't get to fill this perfect little pussy up earlier, doll.” He spread your cheeks wide, admiring the view. “Wanna fuck you so bad baby. Need to make sure you’re leaking me for days, doll.” He growls out.

You slowly pull off of Steve’s cock with a soft pop and look over your shoulder. “Yes, please. Leave me nice and full, Sir.” You reply.

“This is going to be quick. I’m still sensitive from earlier and this pussy just feels to fucking good.” Bucky states and he pushes his way inside you, holding still for a moment to catch his breath.

“You should feel her mouth. He throat game is fucking deadly, Buck.” Steve states as you lick him from base to tip before slowly sucking him back down your throat. “I’m close to bustin’ myself.” He groans out.

You’re feeling nice and full, spit roasted between the two best friends. The lustful haze of contentment is slowly making itself known, once more and you let out a moan, thinking about how hot you all must look right now.

Spurred on by the clenching of your cunt, Bucky draws back and slams himself deeper within you. Adding a slight grind to his hips as he sets a brutal pace. This has you practically screaming around the dick lodged down your throat. The vibrations of your vocal chords setting Steve into a frenzy as well. He grabs your head, holding it steady as he fucks your face like your his own personal fleshlight.

It’s quick and dirty. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping, groans, moans, and occasional sounds of you choking on Steve’s dick.

You feel Steve begin to thicken in your mouth as his hips become erratic. You have but a moment before your nose is buried in the blonde curls of his pelvis and you feel the first spurt of his cum hit your throat.

As you’re moaning and swallowing the large load, Bucky grips your hips tighter, slamming inside of you as far as he can go and burying his face between your shoulder blades as finds his own release. You can feel his cock twitch as each rope of his seed coats your walls.

He brings his metal hand down to your neglected clit and starts making little circles, whispering how good you fucking feel squeezing his cock as he fills you up, until your coming undone on his cock once again tonight.

He pulls out and admires his cum leaking from your abused hole before pushing it all back inside of you. “Mmm this pretty pussy might just become my new addiction.” He kisses your back and then moves to sit back on the sofa.

Wrapping a hand around your hair, Steve gently pulls you free from his length. He maintains eye contact as he wipes himself from your chin with his thumb, placing it in your mouth for you to clean when he is finished.

“Seems all of her is addicting.” He pulls his thumb out, watching you lick your swollen lips for any missing drops. “I’ll just have to make sure to get my fill whenever possible.” He pulls you up onto his lap and kisses you. Tasting himself on your tongue. “Let’s go get you cleaned up. You’ve had a long night.”

He lifts you up into a bridal carry and stands from the couch, following Bucky out of the room towards your suite. Uncaring that his belt and zipper is still undone. Thankfully his softened dick made it back into his pants at least. 

Along the way you run into Trixie on her way to meet a client in her playroom. Steve nods his head at her as you pass, resulting in her giving you a wink and mouthing ‘I want details’ before you turn the corner.

Upon reaching your suite, Steve places you on the counter in your bathroom as he proceeds to run you a bath. Checking that the temperature is to his liking, he lifts you up and places you both in the large soaker tub. You’re lounging, chest to chest as he gently washes your back with his large hands. Caressing your skin and making you melt all the further.

If I’m not careful I could get used to this. Would that be so bad? Being all of theirs? I at least have to try the others out first right?!

[missacidburn928]

It's a year old but here's some holiday spice for you all while I wait in the urgent care with my autistic son.

I Really Do Believe In You....

Steve Rogers × Bucky Barnes x Thor Odinson × POC Singer!Reader "Honey"

Let’s see if you believe in me.

The Avengers Holiday party. You are both a guest and part of the musical entertainment. Will you end up on the naughty or nice list?

You spot them as they enter the main ballroom. Your three strapping men, color coordinated and cutting intimidating frames in their suit choices. Thank the goddess you had a good hold on the mic as you waited for your cue to join Sy in singing White Christmas, or you might have literally swooned in front of this mass of party goers.

You start your verse as you watch them make their way over to the bar where the team, plus one Sharon Carter, have gathered. Thankfully tonight’s event is Jane Foster free, so it should be a good night with you, Sy and the Chanti’s house band entertaining Tony’s rich friends and employees before enjoying some much needed time with your men.

You can't help but feel festive in your short red dress, studded red fishnets and nude pumps. You’ve kept your makeup simple with a nude lip and a smokey eye. Your hair down and in its natural state. Sy made a comment when picking you up that you looked like Santa’s little Siren. Seems appropriate if you do say so yourself.

Per usual you notice Sharon being a bit too chummy with your Captain. The woman just can’t help herself. You know all about the “kiss” when they were trying to save your beloved Bucky. But according to Steve the reason it never went further was because there was no spark when their lips touched. And he tried giving her a chance, chalking the lack of spark up to the stress of the situation, but she was way too into his status and power. So he ended things before it made it any further than a couple dates and a subpar makeout session.

What is it with these prude ass women that hang around these strong ass people? Sharon, like Jane, thinks your quad is ridiculous and you don't need that many men. Especially when you added Steve in. 

“He should be upholding traditional values as he’s America's golden boy. Not flaunting such an alternative lifestyle. Hell if he was gay it would be easier than this bullshit. Why on Earth would you want to willingly share a woman with two other men. Not to mention one of those men is a God and the other a murderer.”

Let's not forget what she also stated in that little rant of hers, when she was unaware you could hear her perfectly clear from your spot in the common room. “I just don’t understand what he sees in her. Who stays in a band with someone they used to be fuck buddies with? It’s just tacky and sad. A man that powerful should be with someone who is only devoted to him and can boost his image, not damage it. ” 

I’ll show her tacky. Lord knows I'm certainly not above being petty. I’ve been behaving for far too long. Time to put these Siren skills to use. What good are they to have if you can’t fuck with uppity bitches using them.

Continue

[thebiggerbear]

FANFICTION FRIDAYS

I increased the # of recs from 10 on the last post to 32 on this one. There are just so many incredible works out there! (and it's the holiday season so I'm making my own rules this month lol, I'll go back to 10 or so in January)

Here are my picks for Dec 6th 2024, please go give them a read:

Protective Cowboy by @rewrittenreality - Nobody disrespects Rip Wheeler’s woman, Walker obviously doesn’t get that and runs his mouth. (Rip Wheeler x Reader, Yellowstone)

Lost In Translation by @zepskies - Living with this man isn’t easy, and you’ve absolutely had it with him. Supe or not, you’re one step shy of kicking him out. Will he try to make it up to you? (Soldier Boy x Female POC!Reader, The Boys)

BuckTommy/Tevan by @peppermintquartz (911)

Snow Day by @bullet-prooflove (Terry Bruno x Reader, Law & Order: SVU)

I'm Not Sick by @lost-between-letters - someone’s got the flu and is not happy about it (hint: it’s Dean). Naturally, Y/N has to convince him to take care of himself. (Dean Winchester x Reader (she/her), Supernatural)

Just Roommates by @luci-in-trenchcoats - Request: one where the reader is in love with Dean and one day he brings a girl to the bunker and introduces her as his girlfriend and the reader is kinda mean to her, but later on tries to move on from Dean with Crowley and Dean finds out and you decide how it ends? (Dean Winchester x Reader / Crowley x Reader, Supernatural)

The Feeling Was Mutual by @lanadelnegan - You and your former friend and co-star, JDM, pick up where you left off years ago when he joins you on set of TWD. Starting with a dinner date and ending with a quickie in the elevator. (Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Female Reader, RPF)

Day 7: Thankful by @gay-dinasaur (Destiel, Supernatural)

Lucky You by @caplanbuckybarnes - you stay awake worried about bruce after you return home from a gala in the city (Bruce Wayne x Reader, DCU)

Rover by @justagirlinafandomworld - The Age of Ultron did not last just a couple of days. It lasted years. The Avengers are the face of humanity’s rebellion against the machines. But, even they are not prepared for Ultron’s next move. You are. And there may be nothing you can do about it. (Steve Rogers x Reader, MCU)

Baby Spoon by @deanwanddamons - A Dean x reader mini series. Y/N is pregnant and Dean is the father. (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural)

New Blood by @wayward-dreamer - The executives at Vought American are enamoured by the new supe at the annual shareholders party, hoping to make her a new addition to Payback. Soldier Boy isn’t pleased with the idea, as he’s the only one who gets to decide who joins his team. He tells her this fact, and braces himself for a fight, but gets something much better out of their encounter. (Soldier Boy x Female Supe!Reader, The Boys)

Roadhouse Rendezvous by @nightxcreature - Reader and Dean have a little fun in the Roadhouse Bathroom. (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural)

smalltown shit by @encasedinobsidian - “You’re a little young, aren’t you?” he asks, and it isn’t with a scowl but it’s something of the sort, a narrowing of his eyes and a dryness to his voice. It’s no better than a scowl anyway, his skepticism like a concrete wall between the two of you under the dim lights of the bar where Charlie is stuck with you, just where you want him. (Charlie Swan x Female Reader, Twilight)

helping beau relax after a stressful day at work by @figthoughts (Beau Arlen x GF!Reader, Big Sky)

Red Sunflowers by @kickingitwithkirk - Jensen has fallen for his best friend’s best friend. A long buried scandal jeopardizes their friendship and his feelings. (Jensen Ackles x Wife!Reader (Ginger), RPF)

Never Forget by @bullet-prooflove - Joe asks for something in the heat of the moment. (Joe Velasco x Reader, Law & Order: SVU)

Shades of Him by @zepskies - You make sure Beau isn’t alone this Christmas. (Beau Arlen x Female!Reader, Big Sky)

Headcanon: Gettin' Down and Dirty with Dean by @waynes-multiverse - Request: I was hoping you could write some smutty head canons about dean (Supernatural)

Red Crown by @syrma-sensei - The rightful sovereign of Westros is lonely abed at night. She yearns for her absent king consort's warmth. You decide to take matters into your hands and bring her some comfort.(Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader, House of the Dragon)

Snow Globe by @jessjad - A visit from Dean and Sam in the week around christmas is a nice surprise, but will it bring more than just presents? (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural)

Cold Kisses by @caplanbuckybarnes - The winter soldier always comes to you for help after a mission. He hardly speaks, let alone kisses you after a treatment… (Bucky Barnes x Reader, MCU)

NFSW Alphabet: Joe Velasco by @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity (Law & Order: SVU)

Devour by @storiesofsvu (Joe Velasco x Reader, Law & Order: SVU)

Mexican Food + Traffic Light + Teddy Bear by @bullet-prooflove (Jake Seresin x Reader, Top Gun Franchise)

Sleigh Ride by @zepskies - Yet again, you convince Ben to indulge you in a new Christmas tradition. (Soldier Boy x Female!Reader, The Boys)

Scar by @winchesterszvonecek - Prompt: “How did you get this scar?” (Joe Velasco x Reader, Law & Order: SVU)

a line drawn in red by @angel-eyes05 - you and your across the door neighbor have a complicated relationship with each other. things only seem to grow more murky after you invite him to a work party to embarrass your ex. (Wade Wilson x Reader, MCU)

cherry lipgloss by @sapphistically - buffy and you have a fight while patrolling, you get hurt and she can’t help but realise you were right, she does love you. (Buffy Summers x Female!Reader, Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Untitled by @imyourbratzdoll - you and clark lose your virginity together. (Clark Kent x Reader, Smallville)

Long As I Can See The Light by @lamentationsofalonelypotato - The last thing that you wanted was to be woken up in the middle of the night by Colter Shaw for a favor, but when he shows up toting a ruggedly handsome man with green eyes you decide to forgive him. (Russell Shaw x Female!Reader, Tracker)

Willing To Break by @godmadeaterribleerror - With the Mark of Cain getting out of hand, you and Sam convince Dean to try something different. A spell that won't fix the Mark, but will change it. Make Dean crave good things, things he likes, instead of death and blood. It doesn't exactly go according to plan. (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader, Supernatural)

And please don’t forget when you come across any and all creative content on here:

divider by @saradika-graphics

[montcumbry-gaytor]

Hi, um idk if you’re in the mood to write this and you don’t have to if you don’t feel the energy to, but could I request a story where its Latino male reader x Loki?

Like where its smut and the plot is that the reader speaks Spanish everytime he and Loki “do it” just to tease and fluster Loki, and the reader always feels proud of himself.

But a few nights go by and Loki really wants to learn how to speak Spanish; not only because it can be a way to communicate with the reader better but to get back at him and remind him who’s in power. (So like a smut and power kink story basically). And Loki takes lessons from one of the readers’ family members (but they don’t tell the member the reason ofc)

And then when the night comes, and the reader and Loki are invited to come to this super fancy party with the Avengers, and the whole night, the reader decides to tease Loki discreetly and later, Loki can’t tolerate it any longer so they both teleport back to the tower, and blah blah blah they start to have steamy sex.

Loki then decides to tease him and starts whispering Spanish in his ear all seductively: and suddenly the reader gets all shy. And then they do it, and the end there’s the obvi aftercare, and they live happily ever after :)

(Idk if you do POC readers, but I’m asking bc I haven’t seen barely any that do. I know this was a lot and in detail so I deeply apologize for that. Again, you don’t have to do this cuz ik you have a busy life rn or u just don’t feel like doing it. Have a good morning/night! :D)

Right side of the bed

Loki Laufeyson x Latino Male Reader Smut

FEM ALLIGNED DNI || MLM/NBLM TARGET READERS

A/N : I am so sorry that I haven't gotten to this sooner, I've been giving excuses but Im finally getting on track with writing and here we are.

CW : (Kind of) Public sex, Magic use, Alcohol, Use of 'Sir'

"Focus, Carino."

You hummed, Looking down at Loki's disheveled state below you, tendrils of black hair sticking to his pale forehead, Mouth hung agape as your hips bounced on his.

"Love- slow do—ah~ slow down~"

Loki whined, Slender fingers holding your hips, though he begged he never stopped rutting into you, Tip grazing your prostate each time your body connected with his.

Grabbing one of his hands, you placed it on your lower abdomen, letting him feel as tip rutted near your stomach.

"Siente lo profundo que eres mi rey~"

You said, feeling your end draw near, your words failing you as you fucked yourself on Loki, Stroking your twitching length, White spurting from your head and onto Loki's stomach.

"Fuck, That felt amazing Carino."

You hummed into his ear, smiling as his pale skin became even more red than it had been, kissing his cheek before hopping off of him.

"I'm gonna take a shower, Amor, Feel free to join me~"

You said, your voice trailing away, Leaving Loki to clean up after himself, Stuck in his thoughts, Never understanding what you were saying, He felt so lost.

He needed to show who was in control.

But how? Thor didn't know anything, He wouldn't expect him to, And he wasn't going to ask any of the Avengers, Definitely not.

Who did he know, Who knew Spanish?

"Oh! Ohoho.. My prince is going to regret this."

Loki muttered under his breath, becoming quiet as he dressed himself, Contacting a certain someone Via. Your silly human devices.

"What are you doing, Amor?"

You asked, slinking over to your dresser and slipping pajamas on, Slyly revealing bits and pieces of yourself as you did.

"Oh nothing my prince, Just thinking."

Loki hummed, Placing the phone aside, opening up his arms to welcome you into them, hands hugging around your waist, his peachy lips kissing your forehead.

"You should rest, my love, You heroes are always so busy."

Loki hummed, rolling you over with him, spooning you in his tall figure, letting him bring a blanket over the two of you and drifting off to sleep in his arms.

It had been a few weeks since then, Being that you were busy, You hardly noticed Loki's absence from your shared flat.

As days went on as per usual, Tony had decided to throw a party in the Tower, Even though you had wished to rest in your flat, maybe go out to dinner with Loki, you had agreed, and Loki—Although Hesitantly—Agreed to go aswell.

The party consisted of most of the Avengers, and some people you didn't know that you assumed were invited by Tony, though you didn't care to engage with them either way.

"Whiskey, Please."

You said to the bartender, crossing a leg over the other, leaning into Loki's presence beside you.

"Make it two."

He hummed, the bartender nodding and pouring your drinks, passing them to you both before walking off to deal with other people at the bar.

"You're deep in thought, Carino, es lindo."

You said, looking at him smugly.

"Thinking of all the the things we could be doing if we weren't here."

"Me encantaría que me jodas sin sentido ahora mismo, amor."

You whispered in his ear, swirling the amber liquid in your glass before downing it, returning the glass to the bar, where the bartender poured it another round and shuffled off again.

"No me gustaría nada más que eso."

Loki hummed back, Eyeing your face as it contorted into shock, Standing from his seat and downing his drink, grasping your hand and weaving throughout the tower, finding one of the guest rooms, and hurrying inside.

Quickly shutting the door by pressing your back against it, he wasted no time locking the door and putting his hands on you, lips sloppily smashing with yours.

Tongues sliding against one another, the taste of alcohol still tingling on your tongue, tugging on Loki's suit, whining as he pulled away from you, clasping your wrists in one hand above your head.

"ah ah ah, Amor, I'm the one in charge, no olvides."

He hummed, pressing his knee between your legs, though using his free hand to keep your hips pinned to the wall, forcing you to take what friction he gave, his mouth closing in on your neck.

"You smell sweet, Mi amor, Delicious.."

He groaned, rolling his thigh against your groin, prompting a sweet sigh from your lips, your attempts to rut against him hopeless.

Magic tingled through your body, making it hot and on point, your body staying pinned as it was even without Loki's hands on you.

"You look adorable like that, Carino, aunque te ves mas lindo sin ropa."

And in a blink of an eye, he pulled off your blazer, tugging your tie off, then your shoes, and so on until you were bare, save for your button up and briefs, erection pressed against the stretchy fabric.

"Loki- ah~! We- we can't do this here.. someone will find us.."

You squirmed, body flushed as Loki sent waves of magic through your body with every touch he made, and you couldn't fight it.

"I wouldn't mind that, Darling, Someone seeing you get corrected for thinking you're in control."

Fingers danced around the hem of your briefs, slipping up your shirt and running over your nipples, thumb pads stroking the erect buds.

"No matter how many times I play with these, you never do seem to get used to it."

Loki sighed, the shocking waves of pain and pleasure forcing your back off the door as he pinched the bud.

"Let's take this to the bed, Shall we, Carino?"

He hummed, hand guiding your movements to lay on the bed, body shaking with anticipation, Precum spilling out of your cock head and staining into your briefs.

"Darling, You're making a mess, Let's clean that up, Shall we?"

Kneeling down on the bed, he pulled your briefs off tantalizingly slow, his smirk becoming wider—if possible—as your cock slipped free of it's constraints, twitching as it was met with cold air.

"Loki... "

"Shhh... amor, don't speak unless spoken to, understand?"

"Y- Yes sir..."

"Ooh.. sir? I like that name."

Loki hummed, the tip of his index finger teasing the slit of your cock, trailing down your length before pulling away, leaving you to whine in his absence.

"Now, tell me my prince, what would you like me to do?"

"Fuck me... Please.."

You whimpered, arms straining with a need to hold Loki, as if you feared he might up and leave just to toy with you.

"como quieras, mi amor."

In swift movements, Loki threw tossed his blazer off, rolling the sleeves of his button up to his upper arm, Unbuttoning his black dress pants and pushing down his briefs, his dick presenting itself eagerly.

Sitting on his shins, one hand slipped underneath your knee, holding your leg up, the other guiding his cock to slip inside of you, eyes trailing up to yours with a gentle smile before pushing in, causing your breath to thin.

"Ooo... Fuck-"

"No, Talking, Carino, Break the rules again and I'll have to punish you."

"Yes- Yes sir.."

"Good."

He hummed, hugging his arm around your thigh and pulling your ass to connect with his hips, your leg resting over his shoulder while the other one sat beside his thigh.

"Te sientes tan caliente por dentro, My prince."

He sighed, running a free hand over your stomach, Magic seeping out of you as you found your hands no longer stuck to the bed, instantly clinging around Loki's neck, Smashing your lips together as his hips began to rock into you.

"Shit... You feel amazing."

He moaned, pressing his forehead to yours, nearly folding you in half as he fucked you, heat building with each thrust, sweat beading on your bodies.

"Speak to me, Darling, I want to hear you."

He groaned, tip grazing your prostate, rutting against it each time.

"You feel so good Loki~! Fu—ck.."

You whined, Your spine arching off the bed, the crown of your head pushing into the mattress, your insides felt like they were melting as you both chased your climax.

"I could say the same, darling, you fe-ah.. you feel wonderful.."

He whined, you could feel his cock twitch inside of you, threatening to burst.

"I'm gonna cum.. ah... Loki- "

You whimpered, your cock spilling out precum as it rutted against your stomach, the friction bringing you closer until your body halted, taking your breath away as white spurted from your slit, spilling on your stomach.

It didn't take long for Loki to finish himself, pulling out and cumming between your legs, panting as you both came off your high, hair sticking to your faces.

"That was... Exhilarating."

Loki sighed, wiping his forehead before whipping his head around the room, locating a bathroom and rushing off to wet a rag, coming back looking refreshed, pants buttoned and all.

"Come here darling, let me clean you up."

A/N : Hope you guys all liked this!!! I hope it came out to your liking Anon!!!! I tried my best to not drag on everything but keep everything true to the plot so 🫶

[widowsofchaos]

𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟, 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

synopsis: a trip back to the states, and old wounds are still healing.

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!poc!reader

ao3 // mom au

a/n: minor angst, and just fluff. mom wanda and mom reader. a longish drabble I wrote a while back. <3 Lumi means “light of life” in Romanian. Have some ideas for lore for this, like on who is Lumi’s biological father, or the grief and recovery Wanda is experiencing with Vision’s and the boys’ death. Perhaps, the reincarnation of the twins. Already envisioning a part for white vision and Wanda. who knows. I’m just getting my feet wet again in writing. if anyone is interested, just pop in my inbox for requests or ideas! enjoy! <3

“It’s okay, I’ll go to Target.”

A beat of silence.

Her face is so hopeful, but you can feel it; Wanda’s a little unsure. Confined to the mountains of Slovakia, to go back to the Avenger’s compound, Wanda hasn’t been sociable outside of her own self-exile.

The old, familiar woman is returning, the one you met back many years ago. Not so grungy, but refined, and healed. Her roots finally grew out, natural dark chestnut making itself home once more upon her crown.

Your fingers weave in her waves, as hers play with the hem of your blouse, Wanda’s knuckles grazing against the skin of your swelled breast.

Bare with no bra, easier access for breastfeeding, and some fun fondling.

You walk quietly to Wanda, cupping the jut of her elbows, stroking her skin. Gently nodding, whispering ‘If only you’re okay.’ Wanda’s slender fingers encase your hips, a little wider now, more thicker in the thighs since birth.

This touch—- it’s healing as motherly, as a lover.

Wanda’s fingertips trace over healed eczema scars, and thin cuts. Kissing Wanda’s button nose, making it scrunch cutely.

Warm sunshine envelops the home, crisp upstate air bellows against the kitchen’s curtains.

Three years of isolation, and dealing with the shadows of her past, Wanda can finally say she’s happy. Sometimes, the past lingers nearby, it can never be buried, but it can be held with acceptance.

“Get back home, quick.”

-

Visiting the states feels a little eerie.

A sensation of bitterness and melancholy weighs on Wanda, as if she feels being ogled by the public. Many eyes peeled back, watching her every move. The last time Wanda was even here in America —— it didn’t end well.

This little trip back to the States was your idea, to see old friends, and get them acquainted with your new life. You wanted to show the first family you’ve had to see the new one you made.

Some days Wanda thinks she should’ve said no to this trip, but it’s too late now.

The drive to the store was easy, although there was a queasy itch in her throat. She wanted to evaporate into thin air to escape, but for once, Wanda wanted to feel normal in her own skin. At home, using her powers is a natural occurrence, but to do so outside?

She’s not ready.

Three years of healing —- but she’s just not quite there yet.

Wanda hooks the sweater hoodie over her head, discreetly blending in the public. Walking through the maze of the parking lot, with bags in tow. Wanda’s eyes gaze down at the plastic boxed toy peeking from the grocery bag.

A Bratz doll she found in the toy section. One with shiny crinkled waves in its hair, bell bottom jeans, long-sleeved shirt with flowers on it.

It reminded Wanda of you in a way, always dressed so colorful. She just thought it would be a nice addition to the ever growing mountain of dolls in Lumi’s playroom.

Deep in her mind, heading to the car on auto-pilot, but there’s a peculiar sense in the back of Wanda’s mind. Before she can turn around, a sneer calls out to her.

“What are you smiling about?”

Wanda turns, her smile faltering into a confused frown, “I’m sorry, what?” Turning around over her shoulder, she sees two strangers near her car.

“We saw you in the toy section,” a white aging woman stands stiffly, face burning hot red at the cheeks, a vein straining at her neck. Middle-aged woman with a few strands of gray in her hair, a little pudgy on her body.

“Going off to torment another child?”

The man that stands beside her is a familiar face, with a mustache and short brown hair. Realization dawns on her, Wanda knows him, he was one of the many faces back at Westview.

Guilt weighs heavy on her heart, leaning on her feet side by side, her tongue clashing against the cage of her teeth, trying to find the words to ease the anxious tension.

Before Wanda can apologize, the woman cuts her off. “Witch! Have you ever been arrested for what you have done?” Stomping her foot against the concrete floor, becoming unhinged at the very second.

“Hun, c’mon, let’s just go.” The man cowers behind her, trying to keep a lengthy distance between himself and Wanda. But the spiteful woman refuses to back down.

“My husband may be afraid of you, but I’m not.” She was about to come closer but her husband pulled her back. Both of them tussle with each other, as Wanda slowly steps away, and more closer to her car.

“She works with the Avengers, she’s never going to get arrested.”

“Horseshit! The kids back home are still terrified! I’m still terrified! I can still see her nightmares!”

The wife turns back to Wanda, finally escaping out of her husband’s grip, marching towards Wanda. Pointing viciously, charging with no thought in her mind, except to attack.

“I will call the authorities, you will pay for—”

Out of instinct, Wanda’s fingers react, cautiously defending her space—- crimson mist pooling from her palms. Both gasp in terror, leaning onto each other, nearly crumbling at the sight of raw power.

“I told you this was a bad idea,” the man tugs on his wife’s forearm, pulling her to his side, trying to get her away, “She’s going to kill us.” He speaks in a hasty hush.

Wanda’s face drops, her mouth agape into a frown, muttering no no no. Her powers dissipate back into her palms, shaking her head frantically.

“I'm not going to hurt you.”

“You already have!” The wife shrills, crudely pointing at Wanda, shaking and sobbing into her husband’s arms, finally leading her away, disappearing into the lot.

Wanda flinches, her nose scrunches up, trying to swallow her tears. With an awkward defeat to her step, Wanda mutely opens the door to the backseat, putting the bags down.

Just wanting to go back to the compound, and crawl into a hole.

-

The drive back home is becoming harder.

Sniffling, as hot tears escape and trail down her cheeks, pooling at her chin. Her fingers clinging onto the steering wheel, the threaded leather digging into her skin.

She couldn’t even properly swipe her key-card to enter the compound property, shakily fingers nearly punched the alarm system.

Murky thoughts intrude her mind, plaguing her logic, as if punishing herself for all she has done.

‘Why? Why should you be happy? Whenever someone else suffers because of you?’

Her breaths begin to become choppy, and short. Panic creeping slowly, her throat tightening. The cabin is closer now, just down the road.

‘My grief is no excuse.’

Wanda’s hands hastily rotate the wheel, pulling the car along a curve, into a quick park. With a harsh tug of the keys, snuffing the ignition—- the car quiets.

Her forehead meets the steering wheel, her fingers gripping the yolk till her knuckles turn hot white. Sniffling.

Wanda felt that she shouldn’t ever have the opportunity to be a mother all over again, after what happened at WestView, a surge of grief that ended up tormenting innocent children.

Her knees buckled, collapsing on the grass, still clutching the toy against her chest; dry-heaving sobs. Her bottom lip quivering, frustrated tears beaming, trying to hold the swirling crimson tendrils within.

“Mama!”

A click in her mind, snapping back into reality, breathing in a deep breath to calm down.

A little figure waddles out the house, dashing with a confused whine. Small arms wrap around Wanda’s neck, clinging tightly.

Hugging her little body against her chest, Wanda breathes in her scent of baby powder, and milk formula.

“Mama, you okay?” Her voice is soft, such a little baby, yet she seeks to protect. Wanda weakly nods, “Mama’s okay.” Kissing the slope of Lumi’s neck, earning a snuffled giggle.

Standing on edge at the doorway, worry shrouds your face, but once you see Wanda settling to a calm state, your body relaxes. Anxiously your fingertips fiddle against each other, but a swell of ease overwhelms you.

Wanda smiles, eyes closing, her face softening to a glow, with damp lashes, rocking her child back and forth.

It’s worth it, she’s worth it.

[royaltysuite]

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Just so everyone knows, this is my first ever attempt in participating in Kinktober 2024. I won't do all thirty-one days, but I will do like half of them. So, I hope along the way that you all can enjoy my writing!!!!

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[lauriegraham01]

avengers compound headcannons

pairing: avengers x avenger!reader, gn!reader, poc!reader

summary: list of hc's of what its like to live in the avengers tower/later compound with these group of dumbasses

wc: 538

a/n: sorry i haven't updated in a while, my chronic pain has been kicking my ass recently and uni is starting up but netherless, enjoy!

Domesticity

The Avengers occupy the top three floors of the tower. With Tony and Peppers penthouse on top, a recreational level on the floor below and then the rest of the avengers rooms on the floor below.

Family styled dinners every night. Tony insisted on hiring a private chef for the whole team but Wanda was fiercely against it.

Wanda, Pietro, Sam and you were the ones that actually brought some spice and seasoning to everyones diet.

Bucky and Clint would pinch in by helping wash or cut vegetables.

Tony and Nat would set the table together.

Thor would prepare drinks and Vision and Steve would deal with dishes afterwards.

You would always call be the one to call Loki for dinner. Often finding him either in the library or in the garden, both places giving him peace of mind. (He never minded when you joined him tho)

Social Outings

Movie nights at least twice a month!!!

It initially started with everyone alternating on choosing a movie but democracy was quickly thrown out the window and now yall spent 20 minutes fighting over what to watch.

Going out clubbing in the city always guaranteed a good time.

Especially when Maria and Valkyrie showed up

Visions was ALWAYS designated driver but he truly didn't mind.

Steve, Bucky, Loki, and Thor would pregame on Asgardian ale, While Nat and Pietro would be bartenders for everyone else pregaming.

Bruce would typically stay sober every time we went out after last time he got hammered him, Clint, and Thor woke up in an alleyway with no pants, shoes or socks.

Nat can handle her liquor the best out of everyone. Wanda is an extreme lightweight.

Pietro was more of a stoner and you two would always light up at every chance together.

In fact he was the first person you ever did psychedelics with and the experience was truly euphoric.

Wanda and you are guilty of indulging in a drunk ciggy.

The girls always invited you for every sleepover and it would always start off pure but then end in a chaotic shitshow.

It would start with face-masks, painting each thers nails, before pretty soon after many many drinks, yall would host a karoake/dance party right in the living room.

(Loki may or may not have been in attendance as well)

Chaos

Sam and Bucky would sometimes surprise Peter by picking him up from school and then proceed to bully him the entire way back home.

During debriefs, Pietro would always send you random memes/tiktoks and you would have to try your hardest not to laugh out loud.

Speaking of which, Pietro would constantly post thrist traps on his social media accounts.

Peter would always try to get us involved in his tiktoks.

Whenever you would speak in your native language, the rest of the team would be mesmerized especially Loki, Pietro, Wanda, and Bucky.

Peter would ask you if you could teach him and you obviously taught him all of the swear words.

You and Loki would use your powers to pull pranks on each other and one time things got so out of hand, that Tony kicked both of yall out for a solid week.

Also Pietro totally had a thing for Aunt May at some point, he's down horrendously for MILFS

[imperiuswrecked]

Wait isn’t the comic Jason Aaron is writing of 616 Namor and isn’t 616 Namor white?

Yes, Jason Aaron is writing 616 Namor, and No, 616 Namor is not white. In the comics he's a biracial poc/native coded character, the Atlanteans are coded as a Native people and a lot of Namor's struggles with his surface human side/Atlantean side are allegory for being biracial, and struggling with both sides of his heritage. If you want to read more about how "Namor was never white to begin with" then click that link and I have it all explained. You could say that Namor is "white passing" due to his father being a Scottish-American sea captain, but Namor isn't a white character, however many people judge Namor based on how light his skin is, and the subject of his coding isn't really brought up in the comics all the time, but it's there for people who want to understand his character. Aaron has a terrible record with fetishizing native characters, and I fear he'll do some real damage to Namor's character, but no one will really care bc most general fans don't read a lot of Namor comics and just see him in crossovers with x-men or avengers.

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

8, 22, 24 !!

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Since Morph has become Tumblr-popular (and I am SO happy about that), I have seen a lot of people who interpret Morph's "can copy other mutants' physical abilities" in X-Men 97 to mean "Morph could potentially copy any mutant's power," and that's really not how it works. I'm not gonna ruin people's fun when they are playing around with the idea in fanfic, but Morph is a shapeshifter, not a power mimic. Actual power mimics in the comics, like Synch, Mimic, Hope and Rogue can use other mutants' powers, Morph can't. Technically Morph isn't really copying other mutant powers, they are using shapeshifting to give themselves certain abilities like flight or strength, and transforming into other mutants so that animators can throw in cameos. They don't HAVE to turn into Angel to give themselves wings, they could just shapeshift wings. In fact, that's usually what AoA/Exiles Morph does in the comics, even when "turning into" other people as a gag he keeps his base form. My headcanon is that Morph finds it easier to use other mutants as a template for physical characteristics like wings or claws. I'd also love to see an arc where Morph learns to shapeshift multiple characteristics of other mutants (like Wolverine's claws, Colossus metal skin, Angel's wings) without fully turning into anyone, and it's both greater mastery of their powers and also Morph learning more confidence and self-acceptance.

I think X-Men 97 really muddied the waters by directly stating that Morph can "copy physical characteristics" without explaining what that means. Turning into Quicksilver for superspeed was especially stretching it, and although I love making Morph more powerful, I was like "Bullshit," at that scene. The show really should have tossed in an "explainer" somewhere, like maybe newcomer Sunspot asks Morph how their powers work, and Morph explains. That could have also gotten into why Morph appears more powerful in 97, and their changed appearance, another thing I wish the show had addressed.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores*

The existence of Shinobi Shaw, canonically the abused son of a supervillain, strongly implied to be bi, a rich and handsome "bad boy" who could easily be sympathetic, he would absolutely do numbers on Tumblr if a comic or show would just bring him to people's attention.

*Everyone else does not include you, obviously.

Also - Stevie Hunter - Kitty Pryde/the New Mutants' dance instructor, one of the few human allies of the X-Men that hasn't been killed or turned against them. Kind, strong, brave as hell, I want her back in comics, but I also don't, for fear that she would get killed off.

Also that time that Madelyne Pryor was given healing powers by Loki and called herself Anodyne and wanted to help people, but that's been far overshadowed by Goblin Queen Maddie.

Oh, and apparently in one of the X-Men novels written by Claremont, Frenzy is secretly a fan of Pyro's books.

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

Oooooh boy, I have several. I'll leave aside the useful conservative bullshit that springs up whenever a character happens to be gay, trans, a PoC, etc., we've all been through the usual nonsense of "I have nothing against characters being gay, I'm just going to pick apart and find fault with every gay character in comics." That's old hat.

But for X-Men:

Arguments about Jean/Logan, Jean/Scott, Emma/Scott just seem to bring out the worst in everyone. Personally, I hate Jean/Logan, and I'm meh on Emma/Scott, but arguments always devolve into a character bashing, especially Emma vs. Jean. Why pit two queens against each other? They are both great.

Certain X-Fans have obviously not read any Marvel comics outside the X-Men, and love to bash on groups that have been set up against the X-Men in any event, like Avengers or Inhumans (and we all know that big events crossovers like AvX or IvX are generally pretty stupid forced conflict). I know writers have "called out" the Avengers for not doing more to help mutants, but what exactly do fans want? Do you want the Avengers to come flying in and solve every problem the X-Men face? Then there would be complaints about the Avengers dominating X-Men books. We all know why the Avengers can't save mutants whenever there's yet another massacre, it's because the X-Men's whole thing is "feared and hated," and it would ruin stories if the Avengers fixed everything. It's the awkwardness of these characters existing in a shared universe, I just accept that the Avengers are usually busy with their own stories in their own books. And while I can understand the frustration of X-Fans during the Inhumans push, as a fan of both groups I have limited sympathy for people still wanting to dance on the Inhumans' graves years afterwards. God forbid the X-Men not be the center of Marvel publishing for a brief time, or that the Inhumans actually get a few books of their own.

"Child soldiers." This is another one that writers have tried to address in-book, but to me it's about as silly as treating Sailor Moon, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or the Power Rangers as "child soldiers." Is Zordon a manipulative child abuser because he specifically asked for "teenagers with attitude"? Or do we accept this as a power-fantasy for kids, just like the 60's X-Men comics generally were? If anything, Xavier has a greater excuse for recruiting teens than other super-heroes, mutants usually gain their powers at puberty and that puts them in immediate danger. And fandom only ever seems to drag Xavier for the X-Men being "child soldiers," even though Cable was actively turning the New Mutants into a paramilitary group in the 90's. Meanwhile, Xavier actually seemed to grow and change from the 60's, since he actively tried to keep Kitty Pryde and the New Mutants out of danger instead of sending them into the field. The X-Men have always recruited and endangered teens, even when Xavier is retired or dead.

Related to the above, the "Professor Xavier is a jerk," thing. And I don't even like Xavier much, but he gets dragged more and held to higher standards than characters who were actual villains and mass murderers. Xavier has done some incredibly shitty things, but fandom seems to love cherry-picking all his worst moments, or even just panels where he appears to be a jerk, completely devoid of context. Some common arguments are just wrong, like people claiming that Xavier "abandoned the New Mutants to go bang Lilandra," which is just blatantly NOT what happened in the comics. If you want a story about Xavier abandoning his students and leaving them in the hands of a former terrorist, the whole Changeling story is much more fucked up, Xavier actively chose to not only have Changeling stand in for him, he gave Changeling some of his telepathic powers. And they didn't even have the long-standing friendship of Xavier and Magneto, so there's no reason for trust there. If we're going to drag Xavier for his many sins, let's at least drag him for what he's actually done.