#everyone: oh steve you're so soft and sweet and precious

[female-woman-wiffman-lass]

thoughts are being thunk in the think tank...

[fandomfluffandfuck]

just a little thought for you to hold onto that i haven’t been able to get out of my head:

picture bucky and steve, steve being very put together, big business guy and them in a new relationship together. bucket teasing him about what names they’d call each other:

“what do you think about honey… sweetie… sir?” he giggles, so does steve, “master… daddy?” he stops for a second when steve stops rubbing up and down his sides, going stock still, thinking immediately that he’s crossed a line.

looking up into steve’s eyes he realises it’s exactly the opposite. steve’s eyes are almost fully black, releasing shallow breaths.

oh

oh he likes this

bucky smirks, “you like that? being called daddy?” pausing to bite his lip, “wanna take care of me daddy? i’d be so good for you,”

bucky lifts his arms around steve’s neck, linking his hands as he plays with the hair at his nape. batting his eyelashes, looking up playfully at steve, after a few seconds, he looks down again. steve takes his chin between his thumb and finger, lifting it up gently, as if he’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

“i know you would baby”

this is my first time writing anything close to this but i can’t stop thinking about it aaaaaaa-

I love that this is just--

And I mean no shade or disrespect by saying that whatsoever, that's one of my favorite tropes. Accidental kink discovery is 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Also, I know you were going specifically for daddy kink, but... with how you wrote this, it's also giving me ✨️housewife kink✨️ too. like. just. Big, put-together, polished businessman Steve and Bucky doting on him, maybe even poking him in the side or pinching his soft, fresh-shaven cheek, cooing about how domestic they're about to get with Steve's promotion and their new lifestyle, giving each other pet names like sweetie and honey and baby and other sugary nonsense, I just feel the housewife kink.

Picture it: Bucky doesn't have to work with the big bucks Steve is bringing in, so he tests the waters with a sabbatical, making sure he won't go insane without work to do, but he actually finds there's plenty of work. Cleaning and cooking and keeping the house together generally. It keeps up--with the occasional interjection of Daddy, not strictly just in the bedroom, it truly becomes a sweet pet name--until Steve puts the pieces together.

And then it's his turn to tease Bucky, cooing, "aw, honey, it's okay, I know your secret, you don't gotta hide it from me, doll. I know you just wanna be Daddy's lil wife. You do such'a good job takin' care a' me, usin' my money an' feedin' me, keepin' the house, and bein' so cute with all your tiny pajama sets. Flouncing around with this cute ass," he pinches said ass until he squeaks, turning pink. "I know what you are. I know what you want. You just wanna be Daddy's wife, hm?"

Bucky can't help the whimper he lets out.

"But, y’know, dollface, there's one thing you haven't done for Daddy..."

Bucky feels himself swoon into Steve's broad, suit-covered chest, desperate to know what he's not doing.

Steve chuckles, tilting his chin up with one finger, "you haven't given Daddy a baby yet, baby."

Oh.

"You gonna let Daddy own this lil body? You gonna let him knock you up? You gonna let Daddy let everyone know you're his? Hm? Doesn't that sound sweet, honey?"

Oh.

Bucky's knees are weak. There's nothing sweet about threatening to knock Bucky up 🥵

Anyway--

Oof 😮‍💨😮‍💨

I think it's safe to say that your first time writing something like this was a success. Thank you for the Thoughts™️

[rillils]

*me pushes you aggresively!!!*

RILS LISTEN. LISTEN RILSS i can't believe you just wrote a story based on my f1 steve. i was completely mesmerized by it that i accidentally squealed so loud at work and had to quickly cover my mouth. one of my coworkers looked at me and said "you okay?" and i said yeah, but truth is NO! I WANT TO ROLL ON THE GROUND AND SCREAM WHILE HOLDING MY PHONE🤣haha oh dear, i'm gonna think about your delicious writing piece for the next few months (especially the one where steve was in the sunset, the kissing scene and bucky's cigarette drop💖 THATS JUST SO MMMWAHH MWAH MWAH). ashdjfdk i love you rils. i love how you react so gleefully towards others' people work including mine (even though i'm still learning how to draw🥺), you always make me swoon with your words and your support is the reason why so many ops continue to pursue their arts hehe. thank you so much my precious. now pls take this little feisty steve💓

AYA MY SWEETS 💖💕🌷💛💫💞✨💖💕💖 AKDHSUHSJSK I LOVE YOU

This is one of sweetest messages I have ever received in my entire life, and I'm still smiling like a complete dumbass BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FJDHKSLSK💕💕💕 I wish I had the skills to write a whole fic based on your art, rather than just a silly little headcanon screamed in the tags, but!!!!! Your art is so inspiring, sometimes I just can't help myself!! IT'S TOO GOOD AHGDUSHSH 💕💖✨💞✨ I'm not kidding here darling, your art tag is an actual treasure from start to finish and I want everybody to know that 💖💖💖 And yes, I will absolutely confess that I have a soft spot for your Steve art, and every time I see a new post, a new AU by you, all I can do is SQUEAL SQUEAL SQUEAL AND SQUEAL SOME MORE

You might still be learning, but your art has such a beautiful, delicate, soft quality that I can't even describe, it's like- like if strawberry milk and peach flavoured yogurt had a baby, you know?? That sweetness! That delicious velvety creaminess!! Aya my love, your art isn't just art, it's a whole mood, it's its own brand of aesthetic, it's a feeling! an emotion!! And it's gorgeous and I love it!!!! with my entire heart!!!! and I'm gonna tell everyone willing to listen!!! And I believe that art always shows a little bit of the artist who created it, and your art radiates pure beauty, pure sweetness, pure love coming straight from your beautiful beautiful heart, 'cause you're gorgeous inside and out, my dear 💖💖💖💖💖

You, and all the amazing talented artists in this fandom, bring me so much joy every day, making all this wonderful art about these two boys that I love so dearly, and when I get silly in the tags (aka all the time, let's be real xD), that's just me trying to convey how happy you guys make me, and how grateful I am for every single work of art I get to enjoy thanks to you all 💕💕💕

I love love love love you sweet Aya, and also I'm 100% stealing that little feisty Steve because *SCREECH* HE'S PERFECT!!!! 💞✨💕💖💫💓💞

I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!! MWWUUUUAH

[lareinenoir]

•Its Enough• PT II

Loki × Reader

⚠ WARNING ⚠ FLUFF, MAKING OUT, SUGGESTIVE CONTENT/LANGUAGE, RARE SWEARING, MAY BE SENSITIVE TO SOME READERS

A/N: Hope you guys like this. Idk how many words. If you haven't read PT one, then go to the magnifying glass and type, loki x reader. No cap tho, I was kinda horny while writing some of this🙈. To much information? Yeah? Ok...Imma just go and let you read. Byeeee 🤗

*****

"Brother? What are you doing up?" Asks Thor walking into the kitchen.

It was rather early in the morning and Thor was always the first one awake in the tower. Loki living there was only temporary. The rest of the avengers weren't truly convinced he had changed, so he and Y/N lived in the tower. Where all eyes were on him.

"Trying to make Y/N her favorite breakfast. She likes pancakes and orange juice.

"Has she tried a delicious poptart. I care for the strawberry and shocolate milkashake."

"Thor, that seems to be the only thing you talk about. Im sorry, but Y/N will not be feasting on Tart pops." Said Loki rolling his eyes "It looks more like a dessert then breakfast."

"Poptart."

"Thats what I said. Tart pops." Loki replied rolling his eyes.

"The midgardians do love their pastries and concentrated food." He nods "Speaking of, have you seen the poptarts? At all?"

Loki wasn't going to entertain this anymore. A little part of him was stressed as he continued to make eggs. He was very focused on that. The where abouts of Thor's precious poptarts was the least of his concerns.

"I'd like to inform you all that Miss. L/N is approaching the door." Said J.A.R.V.I.S

Soon there was a knock and Loki scrambled to make sure everything was perfect. Thor was still scrounging through the cabinets, looking for pop tarts as Loki scrambled to get the door.

"Morning." She waved, but was greeted by a kiss. "Wow. That was very very pleasant." Y/N blushed "Do it again?"

Loki chuckled and spun her around, kissing her hand. "I haven't had the honor of staring at your face in a long time."

"You saw me last night. I face timed you remember?" Y/N giggles standing on her tip toes, kissing his chin.

"I remember how strange it was. That magic box was showing me your face and I could hear you almost so clearly. Like you were right in front of me." He sighed looking down at her face "And you said it wasn't sorcery."

"It isn't." Y/N laughed "That 'magic box' is called an IPhone." She replied using air quotes "Its how we communicate. The technology here is very advanced. You can face time, call, text, watch videos from all over the world. All at your fingertips."

"You know where else I wish was my fingertips were, pet?" He asks with a sly grin, making Y/N cover her mouth to hide how much her cheeks hurt from heat rising to them.

It was meant to be amusing, but Y/N was quite shy about the topic. She didn't really know what to say when Loki would talk like that. Y/N wasn't really experienced.

"Speaking of the magic box, I found a vizio on the Jue tube and have a little surprise for you."

"Oh? A surprise? And its video, Loki. YouTube, not Jue tube."

Taking his hand, Y/N was walked into the kitchen and was greeted by all the avengers. "Morning everyone!" She said

They all responded and she couldn't help but look back at Loki. He didn't look to happy. "May we join you for breakfast?"

"Yeah." Nodded Pepper who was chowing down on pancakes. "Their isn't any syrup, Tony never put it on the list."

"I will pick some up later." Tony nods "J.A.R.V.I.S, add syrup to the shopping list."

"And Orange Juice." Bruce shouts

"Am I the only one here who enjoys apple juice rather than Orange?" Asks Natasha

"Yes!" All the avengers nod

"Y/N which one do you prefer?" Asks the captain, gulping down some of the orange juice.

"I like orange juice too. Sorry, Nat." Y/N giggles "What about you, Loki?"

But he was angry. The tight line on his lips, his eyebrows sewn together made everyone look very surprised. "You imbeciles!" He shouts "This was breakfast made for Y/N. Not you!"

"Loki-"

"I made breakfast for Y/N! You savages are stuffing your face, and wonder why you have such a big gut!"

"Just to let you know, I didn't eat anything. I'm looking for the poptarts." Thor says "Keep your anger towards them."

"Enough! One more time I have to hear about those ghastly pastries, Tart Pops I'll drive my dagger through your chest!" He finishes shouting, then knocking over a vase and storming out.

"Loki! Wait-"

The avengers, one by one, stood up. They felt a little bad but the captain made his way over to her. "I am sorry about the breakfast."

"I'll go talk to him. Maybe calm him down a bit." She answers back going after Loki.

Y/N hadn't really seen Loki get angry, but there hasn't really been anything to get angry over. Calling his name again, Y/N sees him pouting.

Pouting.

What an odd sight...

It was kind of amusing to see the god of mischief pouting like a child.

"I can't believe you made breakfast for me." She cooes sitting down on the edge of his bed. Taking a hold of his pale hands, Y/N laced them with hers and kissed them softly. "It was really sweet of you."

Loki felt her head lean on his shoulder and he sighed. "You didn't even get to eat it." He replied "I should go back there and turn them all into rats."

"But you won't." Giggled Y/N "Its the thought that counts."

"Maybe I could have the chance to make you breakfast again, pet."

"Sure. If that will flip that silly frown upside down." She says laying kisses on his cheek.

"I'm sorry what? Upside down frown?" He questions "I must sound really incompetent. Do explain."

Rolling her eyes, Y/N looked at him. "A frown upside down is a smile. I think I'll keep the metaphors to a minimum."

"Right." He nods bringing her forehead to his. "You're absolutely ravishing." Loki mutters, putting his lips on her nose. "I've been stuck in this place all weekend. I think Monday is my favorite day."

"Is that so?" She giggles pushing him onto the bed, straddling his waste.

"Quite." He nods as she lays kisses along his neck. A soft moan, leaves his throat. "Stark complains about Monday all the time. Besides, It's the only day you don't have to work and I have you all to my self."

"Then. I. Am. A. Lucky. Girl." She winked in between kisses, pulling his shirt from over his head, throwing it to the side. "You actually look really good in our clothes." Y/N commented, pulling off her own, top. "Very...sexy."

"I like that word." He chuckled, rubbing his lips together. "It's another way to say-" Y/N didn't let him finish. She crushes her lips to his, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Of course Loki knew of this kiss, putting it into practice was the best part.

The two liked to battle as there tongues grazed each others mouths, searching for something and how tight Loki's grip got around her body, made it even better.

Moaning into each others mouths made Loki pull back to see her swollen lips. He pecked it a bit and felt her run her fingers through his jet black hair, with sly little smirks smeared equally upon their faces.

"You my dear pet," says Loki, reaching for the back of her bra to unhook it. "are positively the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on." He whispers in her ear, giving Y/N chills down her back, as Loki tosses her bra to the side of the bed.

"Tell me more." She said back, not just the cool air making her nipples perk up and get hard, along with the man just below her pants.

Loki loved whispering things to Y/N. He loved how the little goosebumps trailed up her arms, neck, back made her moan his name beggingly.

"Hey Loki!" Said Bruce barging in "Have you seen the toaster? J.A.R.V.I.S said you were having trouble with-"

"OH MY GOSH!" Y/N screamed getting off Loki to grab a pillow to cover herself. "WHAT THE HELL! DON'T YOU KNOCK!"

"What's going on in here?" Asks Steve walking in too

Soon everyone was in the room shouting at each other. Everyone very confused about what was happening.

"HOLD ON A SEC!" Tony shouts, louder than everyone and that grabs their attention. "What the hell is going on."

"I was just asking about the toaster for Thor's poptarts. Clint thought it'd be a good idea to introduce him to the heated version."

"And that gave you the right to just barge in?" Asks Y/N still a bit upset, but laughing at the same time. "Unbelievable."

"You all grown more irritating by the second." Loki says between his teeth

"Why don't we give them their privacy." Wanda suggests. Natasha nodding her head agreeing.

"What about the toaster?" Asks Thor "I'd very much like to try-"

"Forget about it, buddy." Clint answered back, ushering everyone out.

"Finally." Sighed Y/N, hearing the door shut. Her sneaky smirk returning.

"I thought they'd never leave." He yanks her arms, back onto the bed. A littls squeal escapes and they just laugh, kissing each other inbetween. Loki now settled, somewhat, inbetween her legs.

"Hey guys." The door swings open again.

"DAMNIT TONY!" Yelled Y/N getting more annoyed. He had his hands over his eyes.

"I'm not a peeker." He says reaching into his pocket. With a swift motion, he tossed a little package their way.

"Really Tony!" She sighed but also laughing at it, and Loki couldn't help but do it too. "A condom?"

"Stay safe kids." He then exits the room

"Don't worry, we'll put this to some good use." Whispers Loki into Y/N ear

[main-to-card-games-and-pain]

I heard you're taking prompts and I love your writing so...! My prompt is maybe a baby or like toddler or lil kid Pete running into a meeting and meeting the Avengers for the first time. And then they see how sweet he is as a father and get to know the father Tony. Also cuddles. Like Pete and Tony have to cuddle. Idc about like anything else they have to cuddle. But I love your work btw!!! 💕 ❤️ 💕

Thank you so much! I love your blog!! I also like how we’re daydreaming connected. xD 

When the doors burst open the Avengers expected someone that wanted to hurt them, or maybe another arrogant bureaucrat that wanted to rip their ears off about this or that. 

What they weren’t expecting was a giggling toddler to rush forwards, curls flying every which way and face spread in elation. The boy flew towards the head of the table, where one mister Tony Stark was sitting. To the bewilderment of everyone present, Tony spread his arms and scooped the kid up, pressing a kiss to his head. 

A girl with tanned skin and deep brown hair followed shortly after, obviously panicked at letting the baby so far out of reach. “Mr.Stark, I’m so sorry,” she cries, breath coming out in pants. 

All eyes were on Tony as his gaze shifted from the baby to his (presumably) nanny. “It’s okay Samantha,” he said with a smile. The nanny relaxed. “I know how tricky this one can be.” He punctuated the sentence by tickling the toddler’s stomach, the baby shrieked and kicked his little legs in every which direction. 

“I’m so sorry for interrupting your meeting, sir,” she breathed, advancing forward to take the little guy back. “We’ll just be out of your hair. C’mon Petey…” 

Steve noticed the way the inventor’s grip tightened slightly around the boy. 

“No, that’s okay, I can take him. He’s fine.” 

“Oh,” Samantha hesitated, a little confused, but accepted the statement nonetheless, “of course sir, whatever you want.” 

“You’ll be paid for the day still, I just miss my kid,” Tony explains, burrowing his chin into the toddler’s curls. Samantha smiled at the sight and nodded, taking her leave without further fuss. 

Every other member of the team sat in silence and stared as Tony fussed over his new bundle.

“So…” Clint started, rocking backwards in his seat and breaking the silence. “Whatcha got there?” 

“A burrito. What the fuck does it look like Birdbrains?” 

“Well we can see it’s a kid,” Natasha jumped in. “Who’s kid though?” 

“You’re supposed to be a super spy. Peter is mine, you guys.” 

Everyone except Bruce, who’d met Peter before (he would kill anyone who so much as looked at that precious kid wrong) and Thor, who accepted everything with ease, made some sort of exclamation of shock. 

Tony thought that he might have seen Steve choke on his water. 

“Don’t have a stroke now,” the inventor deadpanned. 

“What?!” Steve shrieked. “How-?!” 

“Do I really have to explain to you how I made my son? Well, okay, his mother and I were like three drinks into our date night and she gave me this look-”

“No! Do not finish that sentence!” Clint clasped his hands over his ears. Peter giggled and mimicked him. 

Tony’s deadpan face instantly split into a beaming smile. “Say hi to the Avengers bud, this is who Daddy works with.” 

“Hi ‘vengers” Peter babbled, chubby legs kicking excitedly. “M’name’s Peter!” 

Natasha is the first to recover, pushing out from her chair and approaching the father and son. Peter watches her with the trust of a child, pushing his face into the crook of his father’s neck shyly. 

“Hi Peter,” she says gently, bending down to meet the boy at his level. “I’m your Aunty Natasha.” Peter’s eyes peek out and meet her own, and his face splits into a smile. “Can I hold him?” 

Tony is grinning, watching the exchange go down with a softness almost nobody in the room had observed from him before. “Be my guest,” he relinquishes, pushing Peter towards Natasha as she scoops him up. 

“Man of Iron, had I known you had sired a child I would have brought celebratory ale for all! Fatherhood suits you well indeed,” Thor rumbled, observing Peter as he played with Natasha’s hair. 

“Yeah, I mean, it’s definitely different,” Clint offers.

“In a good way,” Natasha amends for her friend, rolling her eyes. 

“All right, Uncle Bruce’s turn,” Bruce says, already pulling the toddler away from the super spy. “How you doing Petey?” 

“Hi Uncwle Bwuce!” Peter was obviously getting excited at all the attention he was getting, it made Tony smile. 

“Thor’s right,” Steve finally adds, “you make a good dad Tony.” 

Tony takes the boy from Bruce, tucking him gently against his chest and squeezing gently. His hand cradles his head, which is burrowing into the crook of his neck again. Little arms wrap around Tony’s neck and Tony squeezes just as lovingly. 

“Thanks Cap.”