#i had to start somewhere so mcu lets go

[negasonic9403]

Y'all pray for me. I'm doing an MCU release order watch of everything (movies and shows) that's currently considered the canon timeline. I started yesterday and I just finished the first Thor movie

[donaweasley]

Pale Blue Midnights

Pairing: MCU!Loki x Fem!Reader

Plot:

I, too, did a pollen story! That’s it. That’s the plot! 😆Except that it’s not exactly pollen but something else but ultimately strange flowers are at play. Well, simply put, it’s sm.u.t with a plot.

Warnings: Sm.u.tttttttttttt

Read time: ~32 mins

Enjoy half an hour of pure se.xua.l pleasure with the god of mischief!! 😉😏🫠 MINORS: Don’t you dare peek!! 🤨

“Careful now!” She warned Loki in a low but stern voice. “The last time Banner went on an expedition like this, he accidentally smelled a flower and…”

“And what?” Loki would never admit but he was half scared of even hearing the consequences.

“Well, … let’s just say that Nat and he didn’t get out of the room for three days straight!” She concluded with a chuckle.

Loki’s brows almost touched his hairline at the realisation. A part of him - the wild spirited part - immediately conjured up a forbidden image of himself tangled in sheets with his current mission partner. An image that had often haunted him in the darkness of the nights when his heart was restless or when his body yearned for her. This mischievous side now secretly wished to find an aphrodisiac that would put them in a similar situation.

But the logical side of him was scared to death. He knew that it would not be wise to be trapped in such a situation, not with the woman who trusted him with her life, the woman who addressed him as her BFF - a sweet but woefully distasteful Midgardian vocable, as he liked to put it.

A joke about Romanoff and Banner danced on the tip of his tongue but he dared not utter it lest it should come back and bite him in his royal arse.

Both of them were wearing safety suits, masks, safety goggles and gloves. So, there was almost zero chance of any contact with any toxic organism or pollen. But with ‘Mischief’ being his middle name, who knew what he might land up in!

He decided to divert the topic. “Why are we doing this again?”

“For the same reason we humans have been exploring Mars,” his mission partner answered without looking at him. “And because it’s better than running around and knocking people out or killing them,” she added with a smile. “Sometimes I get so tired of it!”

“Well,” Loki replied with a shrug, “that is the real fun!”

“Hmm,” the woman was deeply engaged in investigating a pale-looking, small blue flower that bloomed in bunches on a small plant.

“Found something interesting?” Loki waddled through the tall grass and weeds to where his partner was.

“Yeah, look at these…” Her attention was still robbed by the flowers. “I think I have seen them somewhere. They look very familiar. But…”

“They look harmless,” Loki extended a hand to examine a flower. The bottom of the pedicle was covered in what looked like tiny hairs that stuck to his glove. He tried to pull the flower off of him with his other hand but they just stuck to the other glove. No matter how hard he jerked his hand, the flower just would not come off.

Giving up with a sigh, he started to remove a glove.

“Don’t!” His teammate warned him once again.

“I am a god! These frail Midgardian things do not affect me.”

Before she could protest, he had already pinched the pedicle. What followed was a hiss, accompanied by a small jump, and a set of bleeding thumb and forefinger. What had appeared to be harmless hair on the stem, turned out to be a wrap of fine thorns.

“Damn!” Loki threw the flower to the ground.

“Damn you, you idiot!” His partner cursed him. “One day you’re going to get yourself killed because of your overconfidence!”

The said god shot her a deathly glare but it went totally ignored as she was busy squeezing the blood out of his wound.

“Do you feel anything pricking inside?” She asked. Concern veiled her face and wrapped itself around her throat.

It was her softness, her caring nature that always knocked the wind out of him. And it did so again. Loki whispered a soft ‘No’ as his eyes fixated on her countenance and her actions.

“Are you sure? Don’t hide your discomfort behind your ego.” A panicked (Y/N) pulled her mask down, and raised his fingers to her lips to gently suck the blood from the cuts one by one.

A shudder trembled down Loki’s body. Thankfully, she was too busy worrying about him to notice his wide eyes, dilated pupils and flushed face.

With a sudden jerk, Loki pulled his hand away from her. “I’m fine,” he huffed.

“Well, there is nothing to be disgusted about. The saliva kills any germs that might be lingering on your cut.” Though she narrowed her eyes in mock anger she certainly sounded hurt.

“I never said it was disgusting!” He protested.

“But your action said so!”

“I pulled away because-” How could Loki explain that he had to pull his hand away because her actions were doing unspeakable things to him!

With a frown, she silently waited for an explanation.

“Because I did not want you to accidentally swallow any poison or anything,” he concluded in a tone that was much softer than where he had left.

This time, it was her turn to feel butterflies in her stomach. Pushing all rosy thoughts down because c’mon!, the charming god of mischief could never like her back, she pulled her mask up along with her professional demeanour.

“Let’s finish this before you get yourself into more trouble,” she mumbled, and continued down the trail that they had taken before the blue flowers so temptingly distracted them.

—-

Loki woke up in the middle of the night to find himself covered in sweat, with his heart beating thunderously. At first he feared that it might be the effects of the flower that had pierced its thorns in him not many hours ago. But as the fog of sleep gradually evaporated, the reason became embarrassingly clear to him.

It was not any fever or infection that woke him up. The indecent scene that had popped up in his mind during the expedition, regarding his teammate, had morphed itself into a vivid dream, and had engulfed all his senses.

They were in the midst of a meadow. And while he knew that they should have been busy examining flowers, they were far, far from it. Pale blue flowers surrounded them, as if witnessing and spurring them on. And them?

Well, Loki was lying on the moist grass, the soft sun caressing the pale, sweat-glistened skin of his naked back. His mouth was busy sucking the slender neck of his teammate who was writhing beneath him in a stark state of nature, while his hands pinned her arms down to the ground.

Her bare legs had wrapped themselves around his own as he kept on rubbing himself against her plush wet folds, trying to find his release and hers. Their moans echoed in the trees encircling the meadow. The sky watched as he flipped them over. The wind tickled their aroused skins as she sat atop him like a queen perched atop her throne, and looked into his eyes like a huntress staring down at her prey. Loki’s throat went dry when she brought his hands up to her breasts. And when she started moving her hips - oh, the way she moved, like a dancer with a murderous intent - the grunt that left the sorcerer’s throat told the entire world of his pleasures…

These kinds of dreams about her weren't new to him, true, but this one was so detailed and realistic that he still could not wrap his head around what he saw. He had no idea his mind had the capability of conjuring up such a thing.

After helping himself to some water and breathing deeply to calm his nerves, the sorcerer laid down to try and get some sleep. But glimpses from his recent virtual activity kept flashing before him until he could fall asleep again, and then taunted him a little more after that, too.

—-

The next morning, after the entire team had almost finished their breakfast, (Y/N) pulled Wanda to a corner.

Hesitation was etched on her face as she fidgeted with the edges of her phone and looked around nervously.

After a little nudge of encouragement from the redhead, she finally asked but with a shaky voice, "Have you…have you ever had…uhm…dirt- uhm… indecent dreams about your…your coworker?"

Wanda's eyes widened at the question and a slender hand flew to her mouth to cover the prominent O and the giggle that was about to follow.

"Why, who did you dream about?"

Before the other person could answer, another woman slid into the conversation.

"Loki," Natasha confidently threw her answer to the duo.

"Shhh! Shh!" A panicked (Y/N) tried to keep things down.

Wanda's eyes became wider, if that was even possible. "And how do you know?"

"She has been fumbling and stammering around him since this morning. At first I thought it was her usual crush thing but heightened. But then I heard this question, and everything just…clicked!" She snapped her fingers and winked.

“I don’t have a crush on him!” (Y/N) protested in a hushed voice.

“You do!”

“You do!”

Both her friends opposed simultaneously.

Defeated, she hid her face in her hands, and mumbled almost incoherently, “Am I that obvious?”

“Well,” Natasha began, “your state of heart is as clear as a dazzling day to everyone in the compound.”

(Y/N) groaned.

“But not to Loki,” the spy added.

This made the former peek through her fingers.

“Yeah,” Wanda chimed in, “he’s a bit thick in the matters of the heart.”

“So, you’re saying he doesn’t know yet?” (Y/N) sat up straight.

Seeing her spirits, Romanoff rolled her eyes while a little red glow sizzled on Wanda’s fingertips. “Well, I can change that,” she lifted her hand and swirled her fingers.

“Or maybe,” Natasha joined, “I can go up to him and tell him everything to his face.”

“No!”

“Then tell him yourself.”

“No!”

“Coward!”

“M not!”

“Whatever! Just tell us about this “indecent” dream you saw, and we'll try not to pester you,” Nat tried a bargain.

"And that's why I did not want to tell you!" (Y/N) whisper-shouted.

“All the details, please!” Wanda’s face broke into a wide grin.

—

It took her more than just words to shake her friends off. They were having more fun watching her drown in sheer embarrassment than they were interested in listening to her story. In the end, however, she succeeded in keeping her secret to herself.

Grinning to herself, she was walking back to her room when she almost collided with someone. She did not need to look up to see who the tall person was. His scent engulfed her. As soon as it hit her nostrils, the air around her seemed to change into a feverish smoke.

“Sorry!” A sheepish smile was all that she could afford.

“It is alright. I was not looking either,” the (in)famous SilverTongue stammered through his words.

One look at her brought back all the scenes from his latest dream in technicolour, and he had to cough the awkwardness down his throat. It was only after his discomfort subsided that he noticed the red cheeks and ears of the other person.

“Are you feeling unwell?” His eyebrows knit together.

“What?”

“You look…flushed!...Do you have a fever?” Loki placed the back of his hand to her forehead.

Only the heavens knew the strength it took her to suppress the moan that threatened to escape her! Closing her eyes, she bit her lips to forbid any sound from escaping her.

Little did she know that this struggle of hers was making things difficult for the person in front of her. Loki removed his hand quicker than he had planned.

“You should… you should get yourself checked,” he advised. “Who knows what bug you might have caught yesterday.”

“I’m fine, really,” she cleared her throat. “Just… could not sleep well. I think I shall take a nap. Should be feeling fine by evening!”

Loki hummed in agreement.

“Are you well?” She asked after some hesitation.

“Yes! Why do you ask?”

“Well, you look… how do I put it? It’s as if some thought has been consuming you. You’re not your usual confident, mischievous self today. You okay?”

The trickster was surprised at how well she could read him. Almost choking with joy, he nodded, “I am fine. There is something going on in my head, yes. But it is nothing to worry about.”

“Good. Well then, I shall go get some rest.”

With a smile, they went their separate ways, each grinning like an idiot and praying that the other person does not know about it.

—-

Y/N was sitting by the window, reading a book when the knock on her door startled her. Keeping the book on the nearest table, she almost jogged towards the door to open it. On the other side stood her favourite teammate - the raven-haired god from outer space.

“Wanda told me everything,” he declared in a deep baritone. “Romanoff told me about the dreams you are having. Tell me,” he took two steps inside, making a stunned Y/N walk backwards, “do you dream about me often? Hmm? This innocent face of yours… these naive-looking eyes of yours… Oh! And all the dirty thoughts they carry! Tell me, pet, do you often fantasise filthy things about me?”

He had already won the game when he started speaking in that rich voice. And when he called her “pet”, she could not help but clench her muscles  and rub her thighs together.

Loki did not fail to notice that. When she did not respond but simply stared at him open-mouthed, he slowly nudged her chin to close her mouth, only to tantalisingly swipe his thumb across her bottom lip.

“Do you?” This time, his question was breathed upon her mouth.

“No!” She managed to croak.

Loki narrowed his eyes towards her, as though disbelieving her. It worked, for the truth spurted out of her in the form of a whimper.

“Yes.”

“Yes?* He asked again like a big cat playing its last game with its prey.

“Yes!” She breathed.

“Oh my poor little darling!” Loki purred. “You should have told me sooner. I would have loved to end your misery!”

With these words, he bent down to suck the side of her neck and mark her. When he released the bruised skin, his lips followed the trail of her jawline until they reached her chin. Taking it gently between his teeth for a while, he licked a long stripe from the hollow of her neck up to her panting lips.

“Do you touch yourself when you think of me?” His hot breath on her earlobes seemed to take the life out of her.

She did not want to reveal her secrets before him and yet her hazy mind kept betraying her.

“Yes!” She confessed.

“Mmh! Had thought so!” He growled. “Show me!”

“I-I… no… No, I can't!” Her face went beet red.

“Well then… I shall find out for myself. Do you touch yourself here?”

His long fingers found their way beneath the hem of her shorts to her inner thighs. There, they brushed the skin very lightly, stoking the fire within her core.

“Or is it here?” His fingers trailed upwards. 

“Here?” His slender, sinful fingers skimmed the surface of her bare mound while carefully avoiding the very spot that had her squirming.

“Loki!!” Her whimper was met with a triumphant smirk.

“What? I am only trying to find out where you touch yourself. Am I not on the right path?”

“Please!!” Damn! She was begging, against all the protests of her now-moderately sane mind.

“‘Please’ what, pet?” His lips were brushing the shell of her ear. “Tell me what you want from me. I am a benevolent god. I shall not deny you of your pleas. Not when you squirm and beg like that!”

Her tongue tried to hold itself but her body was on fire. It was only by giving in that she could find release from this torment.

She screwed her eyes shut. “Please touch me, Loki!”

“Well, I am touching you.” Loki continued his sweet, smooth torture. “Is there anywhere specific that you want me to touch, darling?”

Damn this god of being an asshole!!!

This time she looked up in his eyes, and spoke with a lewd confidence, “Touch my cunt, Loki. Make me cum.”

The growl that escaped him was enough to take her to the peak. As nimble fingers entered her, the god’s eye became hooded and his mouth parted, releasing a sigh that landed on her mouth, only to be chased by his hungry lips on them.

They buried their moans in the other's mouth. When Loki pushed her against the nearest wall, she tried to pull him closer. But Loki freed himself out of her hold. Worried, she opened her eyes to find the god slowly kneeling before her. Staring deep into her eyes, he pulled her shorts down with him. And when his knees landed on the floor, so did her shorts.

Sitting face-to-face with her dripping folds, he gently stroked his fingers along the length of her left thigh, all the way down to her calf. Slowly, he picked the leg up, and put it on his shoulder. Licking his lips in the most sultry way she could have imagined, he buried his face between her legs.

The delightful scream that forced itself out her throat was probably heard by all inmates of the compound. But that did not stop Loki from exploring every corner of his delicious treasure.

A loud knock on her door made her spring out of the moment.

“Maybe they did hear my scream,” she thought “Shit! But wait…what…the fuck?”

Loki was nowhere around. She was lying on the bed, her side-pillow tucked in tight between her legs.

So, was that all…another dream?

The knock on the door had now transformed into banging.

“Are you alright in there?” It was Steve’s voice. “Why did you scream?”

So, I had actually screamed while dreaming?? Shit! Fucking shit!!

“(Y/N), I’m going to come inside.” Steve was absolutely worried!

No no no!! He cannot see me in this mess! I shan’t be able to face anyone again!

“I’m fine, Steve!” She shouted back. “I…uh…I thought I saw a spider, and I screamed. It was only a small bug.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Absolutely fine! Just got a silly little scare.” She forced a laugh.

“Fine then. I’m gonna…go” Steve sighed in relief although his words sounded hesitant.

“Yup! See you later!”

When she was sure she heard the captain walk away, she let out a long breath.

“Fuck! What the hell is happening? Why do I-”

Realisation hit her like a brick. It had all begun after their return from the plant-hunt.

“Those blue flowers…d-did they really affect me? … Did they affect Loki? He was the one who was actually pricked!” The scenes from that fateful day kept unfolding in her mind. “Damn! Is that why he has been behaving awkwardly? ... But wait, if this flower is indeed an aphrodisiac, why am I having troubles only around Loki? Is it because I like him or…is it because we were both affected by the same flower? Fuck! I must find out.”

—-

At dinner, (Y/N) observed Loki closely. Well, she had always “observed” him rather closely but this time it was more like analysing a target. She realised that he was fine with the rest of the team - even with the other women - but when around her, he fidgeted a lot. Even his glances towards her were hesitant. And yes! He did avoid physical contact - even the slightest possible brush of their little fingers.

There was definitely something going on.

“Sam,” her sudden approach startled the soldier who was busy looking for dessert in the fridge. “Hold my hand.”

“What?”

“Hold my hand!”

“But why?” He looked at her as if she had grown two heads.

“Just … I need to test a theory.”

A smirk surfaced on his mouth. “I knew you’d warm up to me one day.”

But the glare that he received for an answer made him quickly take his words back. “Just kidding! You know that well, don’t you!”

Sam curled his fingers gently around her extended arm.

“What now?” He asked curiously.

Eyebrows knit together, her eyes darted across the tiled floor, trying hard to gauge her body’s reaction. Nothing; she felt nothing.

Pursing her lips, she hummed. “Well, thank you, Sam!” With a pat on his upper arm, she walked off, leaving the man a handful of questions in his mind.

So, her theory was correct: it was only Loki who was affecting her. And apparently, it was only her affecting the god. She had been training with others; she felt nothing. Loki had been training with everyone else with ease. But when they were paired together, the air that they breathed seemed to turn into an erotic enchantment. The discomfort was evident on both their faces. So much that neither could focus during the session, thus resulting in a quick end to their sparring.

Once everyone had started retiring for the day, she decided to put her plan into action. She had wanted to stay behind or follow Loki down whichever corridor or floor he took; whatever it took to find him alone and confront him.

It had almost worked. Almost. But with Steve in the middle of a serious conversation with her, all she could do was watch out of the corner of her eye as the trickster walked out of the sitting area. Now, had it been anybody else, she could have excused herself without a second thought; she would have amended for it later. But this man - the captain - held an entirely different zone of respect in her heart. Never in her life could she interrupt him.

Luckily for her, the conversation ended soon enough - just in time for her to jog down the corridor where Loki resided but only to catch a glimpse of him as he disappeared into his room.

Damn!

But she had enough! She must know!

Cursing under her breath, she marched determinedly up to his doorstep.

But that was it.

That was where her confidence melted into a puddle. This was not any man that she had to talk to. This wasn’t Bruce or Tony with whom she could discuss the most embarrassing subject and yet turn everything into logic and science. No! This was the biggest crush of her life, staggering on the verge of becoming - perhaps - the love of her life! And she was going to ask him if he has been having filthy dreams about her just as she has been having about him! Could it be any more complicated!!

Fiddling with her fingers, she stood for a while in front of the closed door, replaying the plan over and over again in her head.

Okay. This is it. I’m going to do it. I’m going to ask him, and I’m going to solve this mystery once and for-

The door swung open before she could even tap on it! Loki stood at the other end with his brows scrunched up.

Her first instinct was to run. But she stood her ground. Afterall, she had some self-respect, right?

“You have been standing there for quite some time now,” Loki stated but it sounded more like a question.

“Well, I… I was…just passing by.” That weird, sheepish smile appeared on her face again.

Loki sighed. “First, they call me the God of Lies for a reason. And second, your feet are eclipsing the light from the corridor thus making them clearly visible under the door.”

Hanging her head low, she let out a long sigh. “You got me!”

If only she had seen the smile that broke out on Loki’s divine countenance. Or maybe it was good that she had not, for it might have increased her desires even more. They had already started weaving themselves in every cell of her body as soon as her eyes had landed on the god.

“Now, will you tell me what is going on or should I read your mind?” Loki urged.

She was surprised by his confidence! He sounded nothing like the person who had returned with her from the expedition.

Has the affects of the flower worn off of him?

“Loki, I need your help!” She tried to hold his hand in desperation, only to find her own pass through thin air with a green glimmer.

Her plan was to check Loki’s pulse in the guise of holding his hand for help. Had his heart rate been abnormally high, she would have asserted her doubts, and would have straightforwardly asked him if he had been having weird dreams.

What she never expected was to be met with an illusion. The Loki at the door now frowned in worry as she looked up at him in confusion.

Why would Loki create an illusion for talking to me? Why- Wait…

As she walked right through the facade, she saw it all evaporating, eventually revealing the real Loki who was standing near his writing desk. Distress was clearly written on his face. He looked so helpless that all plans and plots vanished from her mind. Her answer was right in front of her. She did not need to play games now.

“You should not be here.” There was an earnest plea in his eyes. “Please, leave!”

The sight of Loki leaning against his writing desk - fingers clenched on the wood so hard that it looked like the desk was going to split in two, face partially covered by hair that was dishevelled from running his hands through it, partially unbuttoned shirt, half-opened mouth and glazed eyes - made her visibly shudder from the electricity coursing through her veins. But that did not keep his desperate words - words which were more like a warning - from reaching her senses. It turned her on and yet worried her.

“Loki, you do not look good. You-you look like you’re in…pain!”

“I told you…” the god’s voice was more strained than before, “you…should not…be here!”

She took two careful steps forward. To avoid anybody else from accidentally walking in, she had softly closed the door behind her. They needed to sort this out between themselves first.

“Loki,” she called soothingly, “if this is about the flower, … you can tell me. … If it helps to know, I…I was…I am…affected by it, too!

The Asgardian’s eyes widened. He swiftly advanced towards her - well, almost did - but quickly retreated back to his safe circle.

“So, you must be-”

“In pain?” She did not let Loki finish his sentence. “Yes! Very much!”

“And,” he continued, “have you done anything to…get rid of it? Or-or soothe it?”

She shook her head slightly. “No.”

A nod, slight for most people to notice, accompanied a whisper of a breath released by Loki.

“And … you are dreaming of…?”

For a short while his question floated between them, searching for an answer. She looked deep into his eyes. Pleadingly. Hoping that he would understand what her tongue was too ashamed to confess.

He probably did. He looked like he did. But he needed assurance, for it seemed too far-fetched for even him to believe that his fantasies could come true in such a miraculous way! He could not be so lucky, could he?

When Loki did not say anything, she decided to say it aloud, all shame be stripped aside.

“You!” She declared. “It is you that I dream of, Loki!”

It took him all his godly strength to hold himself back. But he knew that his resistance was thinning out. The enhanced effects of the flower, her presence in the closed space, and now her confession - everything was making things all the more difficult for him.

“I’m burning for you, Loki!”

And indeed she was! All the things that were triggering the powerful god were affecting this human as well.

Loki inhaled deeply, only to be engulfed in her scent even more.

“I am sorry!” Her lips trembled. Her eyes betrayed her resilience with the first wave of tears. “I know this is all very embarrassing for you. I … I swear, Loki, I never wanted it to be this way! I-”

“I never wanted it to be this way either,” Loki’s words crushed her. Of course, he would never want anything to do with her, not even what could have been a shadow of a romance!

“I had wanted this to be very special,” he continued. “I had wanted to do it right. To court you first, to woo you, to steal a kiss or two from you, and then … and then make you mine.”

His voice was strained, just like before. But his eyes were feral now.

Damn, they scorched her! Loki’s words were killing her!! But her lust-driven-yet-dejected mind could not wrap itself around them. None of it made sense. Why would Loki want to court her, kiss her … “make her his” … ? Unless …

Oh!

The realisation left her shocked and elated at the same time. But she needed enough proof to believe it.

“Are you- What are you saying? Why would you- Loki, I think this is not you but the effect of the flower speaking.”

The god laughed. “‘Effect of the flower’? Darling, I have been having all kinds of thoughts about you for years now! Thoughts that would warm your chest with love. Thoughts that would make you blush crimson! … That wretched flower has only heightened it all And made it unbearable!!”

It was all too much to take in. Her state of disarray - limp shoulders, wide eyes and a half-open mouth - told Loki that she had not yet grasped the entirety of the situation.

“Oh darling,” he spoke with hope in his eyes and joy on his lips, “you do not yet know what the flower was, do you?”

She shook her head in a daze.

“It is called ‘Midnight’s Bane’. Or ‘Boon’, as some like to call it. I found out about it in one of our old books from Asgard.” He took a few slow, deliberate steps towards her as he spoke. “It has some … medicinal uses. But it is famous as a catalyst for … midnight’s activities, if you know what I mean.” The smirk that he wore would have made even an unaffected person’s knees go weak. “It does not make two people fall in love, no! The flower simply increases what one already feels for someone. … And if you are dreaming about me, if you want me just the way I want you, then it can mean only one thing.” Loki placed a gentle hand on her cheek. Her eyes fluttered in response. “That you love me … just the way I love you.”

She did not need further convincing. In one swift motion her lips were on his. Her arms had wound themselves around his neck, pulling him as close as possible.

The dam finally broke.

Loki held her face with both hands, greedily devouring every moan and whimper. In the miniscule break that they took to breathe again, they drank in the sight before them, further intoxicating themselves. (Y/N)’s finger’s began making quick work of the remaining closed buttons on Loki’s shirt. But he was impatient. Removing her hold on them, he pulled the cloth over his head.

If it was humanly possible to be more aroused, (Y/N) certainly had hit the next level. Placing a quick but deep kiss on her open mouth, Loki tugged at the hem of her blouse. The lifting of her arms over her head was permission enough for Loki to pull it up and discard it on the floor.

How and when the rest of the clothes got scattered around the room remained a haze. All they remembered later was that it was somewhere between heated kisses and lots of shameless touching.

Loki picked her up by the hips, and sat her on the writing desk. She probably landed on an old open hardbound. Neither cared.

While his mouth worked on her neck and shoulders, eliciting hisses and moans from her, his large hands travelled down her body, taking note of every curve and plateau, until he reached her thighs. There, they rested for a brief moment, kneading the satiny skin beneath his palms, before venturing towards the soft flesh on the inner side. Very slowly, he parted her legs open, and stepped inside. Her immediate reaction was to wrap them around his slender waist. With her bare heels pressing on his bare butts, she nudged him forward until his arousal was pressed against hers.

Both of them groaned loudly. With hooded eyes they looked at each other, trying to seek the obvious consent that had been there right from the beginning. When her hand wrapped around his length to line him up with herself, he almost swooned.

“This is going to hurt,” he warned her.

“I know, and I don’t care. Just take me, Loki! Please! Make me yours.”

He could have come right then simply from her words. With one hand on her back, and the other holding himself, he entered her slowly, passing carefully through the tight wetness.

Loki was aroused like never before, ready to devour the woman sitting brazenly naked in front of him - the love of his life -  and yet, a part of him could never forget to take care of her, to worry about her.

When he had buried himself fully within her, they both rested their heads on the other’s shoulder for a brief moment. It was an outworldly feeling - it seemed like the perfect end to all those years of pining, like the perfect beginning to their story of being together. It felt like the perfect cure to all the burning desire that they had been enduring for the past few days. Most importantly, it felt right. It had never and would have never felt so perfect with anybody else.

(Y/N) patted his backside lightly. As if afraid that he’d hurt her, Loki started moving slowly, carefully. The pace was sensual, romantic but excruciating as well! The drug running in their veins demanded more. Their bodies demanded more.

“Loki, please!”

She did not know what she was asking for but he understood. Steadily but quickly, he accelerated, earning himself sultry moans and breathy chants of his name as rewards. She felt like her body would have given away had Loki’s strong arms not been holding her.

“Oh (Y/N)!”

Hymns of each other’s names and repeated confessions of love brought them closer to release. When his movements started getting sloppy, he reached between  them and placed his thumb on her bundle of nerves. When she cried out and her back arched,he whispered with hot breaths in her ear, “Come with me, love. Please.”

It might have been his ministrations down south on her body or it may have been the way he rasped the word “please”. Some magic worked, and she came crashing down on him, flooding him, drowning him in her ecstasy. That was the final tug on the restraint that Loki had put on himself. He came inside her with a loud moan of her name, surrendering himself to his lust completely.

Thanks to the desk, Loki found some support for his limp body. As they rested on one another and kissed each other feebly, having experienced the most epic orgasms of their lives yet, she eventually came to realise what she had been sitting on. She tried to look but with Loki still buried inside her, it was impossible.

“I think I’m sitting on a book,” she admitted sheepishly.

“Oh?”

The moment he pulled out of her, she whined at the sudden emptiness inside.

Loki laughed. “Do not make the mistake of thinking that I am done with you, love! Give me a few minutes, and I shall fill you up again.”

The filthy look in his eyes, the promise in his voice, and his tender dominance made her walls flutter that very instant. Loki grabbed her butts and lifted her off the desk, while she wrapped her limbs securely around him.

As he carried her to the bed, his eyes landed on the tattered and soaked pages of the book that she had been sitting on. Pausing in his tracks, he tilted his head and smirked.

“What is it?” She asked curiously.

Following his eyes, she found the poor book - an open testament to their raunchy activities - and clicked her tongue.

“Can you fix it?” She looked back at him.

Stealing one look at her, as though accepting her simple challenge, he held her securely with one arm, and extended the other towards the book, reverting its fate with a subtle move of his open fingers. Once the pages were crisp and readable again, (Y/N) understood the cause of his amusement.

Staring back at them from the pages was a hand-drawn picture of the same flower that caused all these “fateful” events. Her eyes swept through the descriptions about the flower.

“Pale Blue Midnight’s Bane”, the title read. In smaller words, it added, “ Also known as Midnight’s Boon”.

Loki chuckled. “We gave the flower what it wanted. Literally.”

It made her laugh. “Well, at least it put an end to years of misery! We should be thanking it.”

“In a way that it likes?” Mischief was sparkling in Loki’s green eyes.

“Exactly my thoughts!” She resonated.

Loki was not gentle this time as he threw her on the bed and hungrily watched her curves jiggle. She was surprised to find that she rather enjoyed being manhandled by the trickster. He hovered over her like a hunter over his prey, and started his assault on her chest.

“Loki?”

“Mmh?” His mouth was full and his tongue busy.

“Shouldn’t we inform Banner about our discovery?”

“Later,” he exhaled right before shutting her up for the moment with a long and deep kiss that made both their heads spin.

***

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[lillygamine]

𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒.

♡ Warning: Female!Reader,Avengers Agent!Reader, Age Gap(Reader is in her early twenties), Lustful Thoughts, veiled desires, small misunderstanding, a little nsfw, Steve Rogers x Female!Reader,Steve Rogers x Reader.

♡ Note: I don't speak English so I'm sorry for any mistakes in writing.

♡ Note 2: This week I haven't stopped thinking about Steve Rogers, it's been a long time since I watched the films, I didn't intend to write anything about Marvel due to my lack of knowledge about the MCU but I wanted to put this into words because I can't stop thinking about this man, I hope that like

Steve Rogers, Captain America, the golden boy of the United States, a source of inspiration for many, an example of a man! But here he was, sitting next to you, completely still as a rock, nervous as a boy going through puberty!

This felt so wrong! You were part of the Avengers, the youngest of them. You joined the avengers when Loki began his attempted invasion of Earth, he vividly remembers your shy and embarrassed image when he saw you for the first time. You were divine, like an angel sent straight from heaven! You looked like a scared little bunny, but you was so willing to do your best to help them, it was admirable!

After that, Steve couldn't stop thinking about you! Thoughts about you flooded his mind, he thought about you basically all the time! Your eyes seemed to transform him into his old self, before the serum, he felt so embarrassed to maintain eye contact, he tried his best not to talk too much because he knew he would stutter! He looked like a teenager in love!

And as if things weren't bad enough, he started dreaming about you… Dreams so inappropriate that Steve felt ashamed of himself, whenever he dreamed about you he woke up covered in sweat, with a painful erection and often cold showers weren't enough. find a way, making him resort to…dealing with it alone.

After these dreams started, he couldn't come near you, be in the same room with you, or talk to you! Whenever you spoke to him, he could only stare at your lips, wanting to kiss them so intensely until you were both out of breath! Whenever you get close to him, he wants to touch you, explore every inch of your body! Whenever you're in the same room, he can't stop thinking about having sex with you right there! He feels like he is completely out of control! And that's why he always seems to be running away from you like the devil running away from the cross! And that resulted in the situation he finds himself in now!

You came to confront him! Your eyes were teary, you looked so hurt, Steve felt his heart hurt so intensely that he thought it had broken! He was walking down the hallway, returning from a tiring mission, when you met, but when you saw him he turned his back and started walking in the opposite direction.

-Mr Rogers!

-Y/N, this is not a good time!

Steve was trying to avoid you, he hates it! But he doesn't think he can control himself any longer! You run and stand in front of him, your eyes are filled with tears, your lips are pursed in an involuntary pout.

-It doesn't matter if it's a good time! You can't ignore me forever!

Steve wants to move away from you, but your hurt eyes make him freeze in place

-Mr. Rogers, I know I'm not the best agent that could have joined the Avenger, I know there were many who are stronger or more experienced than me, but I'm trying to the bone to not be a burden!

Steve feels a tightness in his chest, do you think it's a burden?

-Y/N, you are not a burden…

-So why do you hate me so much Steve?!

-But I don't hate you!!

The two of you raised your tone, a few people in the hallway stopping to stare, by God…

-Let's have this conversation somewhere else!

Steve grabs you by the arm and starts basically dragging you to the dorms, straight to his room.

You are sitting on his bed, in total silence. Steve lets out a sigh, as if he had been holding his breath for hours, gathering the courage to start a dialogue.

-I don't hate you Y/N…

-So why do you always avoid me? When we bump into each other you move away from me so quickly, as if breathing the same air as me would poison you to death…

Steve turns to you so quickly that it feels like his neck almost broke.

-Never! I just…

He turns his face, trying to escape your gaze

-I felt like I was making you feel bad…scaring you and I thought keeping your distance might make you more comfortable…

Oh God, what a ridiculous lie! But please believe it!

-I never felt uncomfortable with you! I'm sorry if I made you feel that way Mr.Rogers!

-Steve, I would like you to call me Steve

Steve looks at you again, meeting your beautiful doe eyes, shining and looking at him so sweetly, your face turned slightly red, you…were blushing?

-I…I like spending time with you, Steve…I really like it!

You placed your hand over his, your hand was very small compared to his, it was warm and soft. Steve feels his dick start to harden in his pants

Damn, not now!

-I, well…

-Please, you don't need to stay away from me, I promise I feel good around you! I promise I'll behave well so you don't feel like you have to keep your distance from me!

You get closer to him, looking deep into his eyes, trying to show that you're serious, but the only thing you do is make Steve's situation worse.

His cock is completely hard now, aching and begging for attention, your attention

-I… sorry for the inconvenience, I'm glad we clarified the misunderstanding… Um, I need… a minute alone, I'm a little tired…

-Oh! - You walk away -Okay!Sorry, I'll leave you alone!Have a good rest Steve!- You get up and leave the room, closing the door behind you.

Steve gets up, quickly going to the door and locking it, leaning his back against the door and sliding until he sits on the floor, he unbuttons his pants, freeing his erect cock and dripping precum, his hand wrapping around it in a firm grip.

-Fuuuck Y/N, what did you do to me? Why do I need you so much?

[rootedinrevisions]

Cute When You're Jealous

SUMMARY: Glen misses out on an event the two of you had planned to go to together. So a friend takes you instead, but it leaves Glen feeling a little jealous.

PAIRING: Glen Powell x Reader

A/N: Thanks to the Anon who sent this request in! I tried to do something a little different with it and make Glen the jealous one instead of the reader. I hope you like it!

PROMPT: "You're really cute when you're jealous."

WARNINGS/TAGS: None. Just Fluff.

WORD COUNT: 850

TAG LIST: SEE COMMENTS

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Glen Powell (himself and the characters he's played)

Top Gun: Maverick (Hangman, Rooster, possibly others soon)

Marvel / MCU (Bucky Barnes as of now, but possibly others soon)

WWE / Wrestling

The two of you are stretched out across Glen’s couch, perfectly tangled together after the few days he was away. One of your legs is draped comfortably over his thigh, and you’re curled into his side, with your arm resting across his stomach. He’s got one arm wrapped firmly around your waist, his other hand resting over your forearm. His fingers are tracing light, soothing patterns up and down your skin—a touch that feels both intimate and grounding.

You smile up at him as you begin telling him about the Jurassic Park screening, the one he had wanted to take you to. He’s watching you closely at first, but as you start talking about the details of the night, his fingers gradually stop moving. He’s silent as you describe the T-Rex scene, his hand stilled against your arm, and you notice he’s not looking at you anymore. Instead, his gaze is fixed somewhere down near his feet, and the usual ease in his expression has gone quiet.

“Glen?” you ask softly, studying him. You can feel the slight tension in his shoulders, the subtle way his arm around you has stiffened just a bit. “Is something wrong?”

He blinks, glancing up at you with a sheepish, almost-too-casual smile. “Hmm? No, no, I’m good,” he says, brushing it off with a chuckle. But there’s a hint of something else in his tone, a little edge of restraint.

You tilt your head, giving him a look that says you’re not buying it for a second. “Okay, try that again. Because I know you, babe. Something’s definitely up.”

He tries to wave it away, running a hand through his hair, but he can’t fully hide the reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

“It’s really not a big deal. I just, uh…” He lets out a breath, finally looking back down at you. “I guess I just hate the idea of missing out on things with you. I was the one who planned that night, you know? And here I am, getting scooped up to New York, and then someone else gets to be there with you instead.”

You feel a warmth spread through you, and you give him a reassuring squeeze, your fingers brushing gently over his ribs. 

“So you’re saying you’re jealous,” you tease, your voice light, though your heart aches a little for him.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes like the very idea is absurd. “Jealous? Of what? That you spent a night quoting some dinosaur movie with Joe? Hardly.”

You raise an eyebrow, unable to hold back a smile as you reach up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead.  “Uh-huh. So, no jealousy at all?” you press gently, catching his gaze and not letting him squirm away this time. 

He shifts under your gaze, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. 

“Maybe just a little,” he admits, reluctantly, his voice barely above a murmur. “Not in a jealous-jealous way. I trust you, and you know Joe and I get along great. I just… I don’t know. It feels weird when someone else gets that time with you, especially when I want to be the one there with you.”

“You’re really cute when you’re jealous,” you murmur, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

He groans playfully, rolling his eyes even as his smile betrays him. 

“Oh, stop it. I am not cute right now,” he insists, though his arm tightens around your waist, pulling you closer.

But you shake your head, grinning up at him. 

“Nope, you are. And anyway, it’s not the same without you,” you say, laying your head back on his chest. “I had fun, but trust me, I’d take a cozy movie night with you any day over some big theater experience with anyone else.”

His expression softens, and he shifts his hand up to brush his fingers through your hair. 

“You mean that?” he asks, his voice carrying a vulnerable edge you don’t often hear.

You nod, meeting his gaze. “Absolutely. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now than right here with you. How about we make up for it and watch Jurassic Park together?”

His face lights up, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, letting it linger. When he pulls back, his eyes are warm, his earlier hesitation melting away. 

“You’re sure?” he asks, though the grin tugging at his mouth tells you he’s already in.

“Positive. Besides,” you say, snuggling closer to him, “I’m counting on you to give me the full experience, T-Rex roars and all.”

With a chuckle, he reaches for the remote and turns on the movie. His hand returns to your arm, gently running his fingers along it again as the opening credits start to play. 

He presses another kiss to your forehead, murmuring, “Best movie night ever.”

And as the familiar music fills the room, you can feel the last of his tension ease away, leaving just the two of you, tangled up and exactly where you want to be.

[gunsandspaceships]

Many degrees of Doctor Stark

It is widely known that 616 Tony has several doctorates. The number varies from 3 to 7, but it doesn't really matter whether he is 300 or 700% Doctor. He is one. And he doesn’t use his title 99.999% of the time.

Ok, but what about the MCU?

It is never mentioned whether Tony has a PhD or even a master's degree. Kinda weird. Both the absence of mentions and lack of degrees, since Tony is so smart and productive.

Let’s check, maybe he actually has some.

Here we have a file from a deleted scene from The Avengers (2012):

As we can see, the work is sloppy – there are inaccuracies in his hair color (it’s not black, it’s brown), and the fact that he speaks French was not included. Can we rely on this paper? Let’s not 100%, but we can still use things that don't contradict the movies.

The fact that he received his BS in Engineering from MIT does not contradict this, so we can mark it as valid. He started in 1984 when he was 14 years old and graduated in 1987 when he was 17.

We see no further education in the file. But we know something that this file doesn’t. We watched the movies.

Remember, in Civil War at 0:13:25, in the scene where Tony sees his parents for the last time, Maria tells Howard, “Be nice, dear, he’s been studying abroad”. Tony is 21 here, this is December 16, 1991. Looks like he is on winter break.

But wait… Didn’t he graduate in 1987 and stop then? Well, Maria tells us he continued.

Between 17 and 21 there are 4 years. What could he have done in these 4 years? A lot, right? He is smart and productive, we know that. A master’s degree usually takes 2 years. Tony could earn it in 1. 1 or 2, we still have 2-3 years that we need to fill with some kind of studying. I doubt he just went back and got another bachelor's or master's. That said, he was working on his PhD.

We don't know where. “Abroad” is a very broad concept. Maybe he went to Europe to study at Oxford? We do not know. Perhaps he stayed at MIT and just went somewhere else for the fall semester. We do not know. But he did go somewhere for (most probably) a PhD.

The question is: did he finish it?

Well, his parents died in Dec 1991, and we know from the first Iron Man (0:04:50) that Stane was the interim president of Stark Industries from that date until 1992. Most likely, Tony became CEO before his birthday, that is, May 29, which corresponds to the stated age of 21. He had a few months between.

We don’t know where he was in his degree at that time. But we know he is smart and productive. He doesn’t need 4 years to write a dissertation.

So, there are 2 options:

1) He did not complete his doctorate and devoted himself entirely to the company;

2) He completed it in the few months he had and then took over the company.

Here’s the evidence for the second option:

“Confusing matters more, a recently deleted LinkedIn profile for Tony Stark indicated he received doctorates in engineering physics and artificial intelligence.”

Source: https://alum.mit.edu/slice/who-iron-man

Given all the information and analysis we have, as well as a little logic, we can conclude that Tony has a Ph.D. Even two. He had time to do them. Why doesn't he use his title? Well, maybe for the same reason 616 Tony doesn’t? He doesn’t usually brag. Check out this post if you have any doubts about my statement.

Here are some additional hints:

He gave lectures at scientific conferences (IM1 and IM3 - Bern 1999).

His scientific expertise was not limited to engineering and his company's affairs (all the movies, but specifically I can point you to IM3– the scene with Maya Hansen and her Extremis-enhanced plants in Bern).

“He must have graduated after 1990, because the '90 Brass rat was the first one with the skyline on the edge.” MIT alumni commentary https://alum.mit.edu/slice/who-iron-man

Conclusion (actual): call him Doctor Stark, guys, he deserves it. Despite his modesty about his scientific achievements, Dr Stark has a couple of master's degrees and at least two PhD degrees in the MCU - in engineering physics and artificial intelligence.

[musette22]

may i ask why haven’t you watched tfatws? i’ve recently started following you, you don’t watch mcu anymore?

Hi there! Of course you can ask, I don't mind at all. I understand why you'd wonder about that, seeing as this blog is quite heavy on the marvel-related content lol. Basically, I stopped watching mcu movies and shows after Endgame, because it pretty much destroyed all faith I had left in marvel thanks to the way it (in my opinion) royally fucked up Steve's character arc and made all the wrong calls regarding his relationship with Bucky.

It just made me so unbelievably sad and angry, and I hated that, because I genuinely believe that fandom should be about what makes you happy and that was just not the case for me for a while there. So eventually I just decided that it was just better for me to distance myself from canon the mcu, and focus on the things that did still bring me joy, i.e. the headcanons and stories that we as a fandom have created, based on the canon material but diverging enough from it too to make it actually - in my opinion - good and enjoyable (I usually just call it fanon, though I know that's got inherently negative connotations too, but you know what I mean).

I've always been a Stucky shipper first and foremost. Those two boys are a package deal for me, and thinking about - let alone seeing - one of them without the other genuinely upsets me. So unfortunately, that means I can't enjoy any new Bucky content in the mcu anymore either, because it's Bucky in a world where Steve left him, and that's just not a world I want any part of, if that makes sense. So I'm sticking with my own version of events, which is that Bucky and Steve are enjoying life together somewhere, and I'm just going to leave the new movies and shows for others to enjoy!

[shelbgrey]

Can I place an order for Marvel? If yes: HERE YOU GO. Where the reader is Steve and Natasha's daughter, Tony and Bucky's goddaughter (you can already imagine that) and mainly, she was raised by all the avengers and hidden from the spotlight. Just something pretty fluffy for what her relationship with them would be like 🥺✋

Ohana means family

Paring: Romanogers!Daughter!reader X Avengers(Platonic)

A/n: thank you for the request. This is my first request for the MCU Fandom, hope you enjoy.

Being the daughter of Captain America and Black Widow is blessing a curse... I'll tell you why.

But first if your the daughter of them I could imagine you having Steve's kind heart and Natasha's temper. Your Godfather Tony always got a kick out of a tiny you getting all angry. And his laughter would only get heavier if you came and started punching his leg for laughing.

Tony would definitely be a second father. He's wanted to be different from his father so he will always show you the love and affection his father didn't show him.

You don't like hearing about Peggy. I think it's because she was almost your dad's love. Natasha never had a problem with hearing Steve talk about her but the woman always left you frustrated just by the sound of her name... You'd never tell your dad this though.

Anyway, being around all theses heros obviously inspired your choice of future work, this scares not only your parents but the whole team.

Sure your mother would teach you how to shoot or Tony will teach you how to build a robot but they all fear the day you'll actually have to use those skills.

Your other Godfather Bucky seems to be the only one with peace about this suprisenly. If you told him you want to be a superhero he'll grien and listen to your reasoning.

There's been times where he'll put toy boxing gloves on your hands and teach you how to punch. Natasha put a stop to it quickly though. One day he was setting on his knees so he was your hight and you kept punching his flesh hand. He wouldn't let you hit his metal hand in fear you'll hurt your self.

Sam would always tease that you have Bucky wrapped around your little finger.

Bucky and Tony always compete to see who can be the coolest Godfather. If one gets you a cool Lego set or dollhouse the other one will get the bigger version. You love Elvis Presley at the time Tony will take you right to Graceland. You want to go you a waterpark Bucky will have you there in a flash before Tony can have the chance.

A down side is you learned how to be independent with your Hero Family. It's not a bad thing and they don't do it intentionally but there's many times you spent at the compound with Pepper and Happy.

But your mom and dad always make it up to you. I wouldn't say your spoiled, but if you ask one of your godfathers nicely(with puppy eyes) you usually get it.

But another down side of being a part of this family is them being extremely over protective. There's been many times you couldn't do something or had to stay indoors for long periods of time because someone was plotting your father's death.

If you do go somewhere one of them is with you. If you want to go to a zoo trip for school one of them is with you. You want to check the mailbox Sam is flying around watching you. And don't even think about going to friends house for a slumber party. Steve and Nat aren't trying to be strick or anything they just always have this sicking feeling something will happen.

On a more positive note... You always have the best time with them. To be honest you never worried about having friends because you had them. You of course have friends your age but you consider the Avengers your Best Friends. Speaking of which Cassie Lang is probably your Best Friend.

Which means the first sleepover you ever had was with Cassie. Since you technically would be with an Avenger it was okay. Tony thought it was dumb to leave you alone with "Thumbelina" but Steve trusts Scott and Nat trusts Hope.

Speaking of which play time is always token to the extreme. You want a nerf gun war, the whole team is involved. You want to build a Lego thing, tony will buy the biggest one. Blanket fort? You don't have to ask Clint and Scott twise.

I think you'll always try and lift Thor's hammer. You've tried but couldn't so one time Thor lifted it with you so you could have the experience.

You love it when Bruce reads to you. If you come up to him with a book he'll drop everything and read to you. It's the only thing that will make him leave the lab immediately. It's calming to him and he always uses different funny voices to make you laugh.

I won't tell anyone but once you got older you had a small crush on Peitro, which didn't set well with most of the men in the compound when Cassie acdently let the cat out of the bag. You've never saw the ironman suit appear so quickly..

I think once you got older the over protectiveness got old. You found it annoying a frustrating at times but in the end you're greatful that you have a group of people that care about you so much.

Be patient with them. They love you and trust you, they just don't trust other people.

Since you can't be on the flighting field you went to medical school and with everyones help(especially from Bruce and Tony) you were able to graduate with a trauma certification and now you work with Dr. Cho in the med bay.

You always hate seeing them beat up from missions but you also love helping Them and other people.

I don't think you and Peter would get along. I don't know why, I just do. I think at one point they tried to get you to go on a date with him but it never happened.

For a little bit I think you had a jealously thing going on and didn't like how close Peter was getting to Tony. Your Godfather noticed this and told you that you'll always be his number one.

Speaking of Starks, your literally the best big sister to Morgan. You two are basically two peas in a pod. And don't even think about messing with her because you will through hands to anyone who's rude to her.

Your basically to her what Tony was to you.

When you get older you do become an Avenger and the elders got over it. You proved you can survive and they couldn't be more proud of you.

This is your family and you couldn't be more thank full. There may have been bumbs mountains along the the way but they'll always be family. And that's forever.

[melodygatesauthor]

Dirty Driving

Jake Lockley X f!Reader

Not beta-read - Requested by Anon

Summary:

Jake Lockley is on an undercover mission to do some digging into a dangerous crime boss. He's been tasked with driving and protecting you, the boss' daughter. Your feelings finally come to a head on the way to a party.

Tags/Warnings:

NSFW, car sex, semi-public sex, smut, porn with a little bit of plot, Jake being Jake, reader is commando, p in v creampie, oral sex f receiving, no MCU, Jake is a limo driver

Word count: 810

Being the daughter of a crime boss had its perks, and you supposed a ridiculously attractive personal driver was one of them. No one, not even you, could’ve expected that you and said driver would’ve ended up in the backseat of the limousine, mouths connected in breathy moans as the windows steamed up around you. Just a little while ago you were afraid of him, after seeing him beat down one man after another who tried to hurt you. There was no telling what those hands were capable of.

It started with light teasing, the brush of his fingers against your thigh in passing, or the casual wink when you thanked him for driving you somewhere. You were on your way to a party when the two of you finally gave in to the building feelings that had been brewing for weeks. All it took was a coy implication that you’d forgotten to wear your panties. It was a lie, of course, you’d omitted them on purpose…easy access and all that.

“Shit, I forgot to put on panties…we should go back so I can get them.”

You had to admit, it wasn’t the most clever way of letting him know that you were ready for him to take you, but it got the point across. He pulled into a quiet, secluded, area and climbed into the back with you, wasting no time kissing you and telling you he was going to, take good care of you like he always does.

He kept true to his promise, kissing softly over your jaw and working down to your collarbone, tucking his fingers under the strap of your dress and gently sliding it down your arm. You tossed his flat cap from his head and grabbed his dark locks between your fingers. He pushed up the skirts of your dress, grabbing your asscheeks and pulling you forward, wasting no time dragging his warm tongue between your slick folds.

“J-Jake, we're going to be late.” You whined with little conviction in your tone.

He responded by pursing his lips over your swollen clit, tongue dancing circles around it masterfully. You still had both hands on his head when you arched your mound into his mouth harder, bringing his face down deeper into you. His lips vibrated while he hummed a moan into you.

“Holy…shit.”

One of your hands, almost involuntarily, flew behind you, grabbing the back of the seat. His large hands were caged around your hips, fingers gripping so hard they left divots in their wake. You gasped as his tongue plunged into your hole. You found your mouth gaping open without a sound while he worked you over.

“I want you to f-fuck me Jake, p-please,” you managed to choke out.

His eyes shot up, meeting yours in an intimidating gaze. You put both hands on either side of his face and started pulling upward gently. His lips were glossy, covered in a combination of fluids. He lunged upward and started kissing you again noisily. You heard his belt clanking while he worked on getting his pants undone. Jake never took his mouth off yours while he tugged down his zipper.

“Don’t think your dad would like you fooling around with your driver do you, princesa?” He was breathing heavily.

“Don’t care what he thinks.” You were completely breathless.

He drew a gasp from your lips when he thrust himself into you fully, burying his fat cock deep in your soaking channel. You melted your body into him while he snapped his hips forward again. Jake was grunting with every strong motion, going deeper and harder. He cradled the back of your head while he started kissing you like a man starved.

“Haven’t been with anyone in a long time hm? So wet.” He hummed into another kiss.

“No one who feels as good as you.”

A growl rolled up through his chest at your comment. It seemed that Jake liked being told he was the best you’d ever had. His cock was dragging against your deepest points, brushing over the spot inside that made you squirm underneath him. A high-pitched whine left your mouth when he started fucking harder.

“I can feel you squeezing me, hermosa, just let go, want to feel you come all over my cock,” he said between thrusts.

You did as you were told with another few thrusts, gushing over him in contracting waves. You felt him grab the seat behind you and fuck faster. Surely there would be bruises on your hip where his hand grabbed so tightly. His hips stopped suddenly. You felt his cock pulsating wildly inside of you, filling you with hot white ropes to the brim.

When you arrived at the party, more than fashionably late, no one would suspect your tardiness was due to a secret affair with your dirty driver.

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I don't wanna lose you

picture credits: @akutlou

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summary: ever since a smuggler got the job to smuggle you across the country to a group called the fireflies, you started to realise how much family you could have if only you let people in (Abby isn't a Firefly so she never kills Joel)

pairing: Abby Anderson x fem reader

warnings: guns, clickers, talk of death, weed, murder? idk it's an apocalypse fic 

genre: fluff, angst

words: 2834

a/n: This is basically just reader being Ellie. If you read my other tlou x mcu fic, some parts may be a bit the same, but I promise this story is different :)

I've decided to make this an au, so that I can write future Abby x reader with the same backstory. besides, I enjoy connecting fics 

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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Joel wasn't very happy when he learned he would be smuggling a fifteen year old girl across the country. However, the pay couldn't be denied, and his partner, Tess, wanted to get paid.

After taking on the job, and after losing Tess, Joel soon realised the girl he was smuggling was slowly healing him. He hated it. He hated the feeling of erasing his daughter. Of replacing her. And so, he pushed the girl away. He pretended as though he hated her, never starting an actual conversation and pretending to hate her talking.

The truth, however, was quite different. What Joel hated the most, was the fact that this new girl was making him fearful. Making him scared of losing another daughter. Making him fear the fact that he may not be able to protect this girl, that he may fail her, just like he failed his daughter. 

After some time, the girl grew on him. He started openly enjoying her conversation, and her endless talking. He started receiving her hugs, and enjoying the warm feeling that seemed to heal his wounds on the inside.

But then, both Joel and the girl arrived at the hospital. 

The destination you both fought so hard to get to. This was all that Joel was supposed to do. Drop you off with the Fireflies, and get the hell out of there. 

Yet, when it was time, he couldn't. What would you do after travelling across the entire country with a girl? Travelling for almost an entire year? Could you give her up? 

One thing was certain. Joel couldn't, and he wouldn't.

Killing the entire hospital had been easy. He had the motivation to save you, and that was all that he needed. Killing the people that were trying to hurt you was easy. You needed to survive, and he would make sure you did.

The lying was what was difficult. 

Joel lied to you. He promised you that there was no cure, that you weren't of any use to them. You believed him. Or rather, you wanted to believe him. Somewhere, deep down, you knew the truth. You knew Joel was lying, but you didn't let him know. You wanted to believe him, and so you did. 

Now things were different. You had gone back to Jackson. Together with Joel you decided that living with Tommy would be best, so you went back. 

Things were good. You were good. You like hanging out with the other kids around Jackson, and you liked having family. You enjoyed how Tommy, Maria and Joel all cared for you. They were the only ones that knew your secret, and they were your family now. 

You had never experienced something like this before. You had never had any family, and now you suddenly had a whole town. 

However, after about a year, things went bad.

You ran away from Jackson, stealing your horse from the stables and returning to the Firefly hospital. You needed to know the truth. You need to be sure. You knew Joel was lying, but you needed proof.

After finding it, you had gotten mad. Joel had lied to you, actually lied to you. 

Joel had come to look for you, taking a horse as well and following you. He knew where you would go, and when he did find you, you forced him to tell you the truth. He did, and after doing so, you broke down. 

You weren't mad that Joel saved your life. You weren't mad that there was no cure. If there was a possibility of a cure being made, you knew a group like the Fireflies shouldn't be the ones to possess it. They would use it for bad things. They would manipulate people and use the cure as a way of making other people do their bidding. 

No. You were mad that Joel lied. 

The truth was something you could handle, but the fact that the most important person in your life lied about something so big, something so important. That was what pissed you off. 

However, it didn't take long before you forgave Joel.

You might have been mad, but you weren't unreasonable. You loved Joel, and you knew he loved you. Why else would he have killed almost the entirety of the Fireflies?

Now you lived with him, or at least, in his garage. He lived in the house, and he had helped you turn the garage into a livable room. He helped you decorate it, and together with Tommy he dragged the couch and the bed in. 

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Today you went out on patrol. Jesse assigned you and Dina to check out the creek trails. You had never done that route before, so you followed along as Dina showed you everything you needed to know about this route. 

“So what's going on between you and Jesse?” you asked Dina as you two rode along the creek trails, shielding your face slightly due to the snow.

“That's what you wanna talk about?!” Dina replied smugly, to which you shrugged.

“I dunno. It seemed kinda awkward this morning,” you continued, and you heard Dina chuckle a bit. 

“I don't know if I'm still into Jesse. I mean, his parents are nice, but me and him were just on autopilot. I'm not sure I liked that,” Dina explained, pulling her horse to a stop.

“We should check out these houses. Infected roam through this area once in a while,” Dina said, getting off her horse and reaching for her gun. 

You followed her example, getting off your horse and grabbing your gun. After making sure it was loaded, you entered the first house, Dina following closely. 

“So what are you doing tonight?” Dina asked after deeming the house was clear. 

“I was gonna watch a movie with Joel, why?” you responded, checking a few of the drawers in hope of there being supplies.

“Some kids were talking about sneaking out to go sledding. I thought maybe you'd wanna join.”

You chuckled. “Sounds fun, but maybe another time,” you said as you walked back to your horse. 

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After riding for about another hour, you arrived at a supermarket. It was clear there were infected inside, and you were on patrol after all. 

After clearing the building you went back outside, but soon realised the storm had heavily picked up. You ran to your horse and followed Dina as she guided you to another look-out. You could rest there and wait out the storm. 

You and Dina got settled after finding the weed downstairs. 

You knew Eugene was a funny guy, but never had you expected this. You and Dina decided to smoke one of the joints while waiting, but were soon interrupted when Jesse ran into the room.

“What are you doing here?!” Jesse asked in surprise. “You're supposed to be on patrol,” he finished unimpressed.

“There's a blizzard outside…?” you replied in confusion.

“Why aren't you at the fucking look-out?” Dina asked Jesse, who got a look on his face that you did not appreciate. 

“Because Tommy and Joel didn't show up!” 

“What…?” you asked hurriedly, suddenly very alert. The weed cleared quickly from your system. The relaxing effects immediately leaving after hearing what Jesse said.

“What do you mean they didn't show up?” 

“We waited for them for an hour,” Jesse explains. 

“How much of their region have you covered?” you asked quickly, putting your jacket back on and grabbing your backpack. 

“We don't know what's out there. I don't like you riding solo,” Jesse quickly replied, which you interrupted.

“Exactly. What if they need help?”

Jesse sighed. “Okay, I will come from the east, Dina you come from west, and you come from south but be smart about it,” he told you.

You nodded and quickly made your way towards the exit.

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It only took you a few hours before you found Joel. Him and Tommy were waiting out the storm at a mansion only a few hours' ride from Jackson. They were there with another group. 

Apparently, Tommy and Joel had been caught off guard by a group infected. While they were running away from them, they ran into a girl. They helped her while she was being attacked by some runners, killing them and helping her run.

After they got locked into the look-out while the infected were trying to break the doors down, the girl, Abby, had told them about the mansion she and her friends were staying in.

Tommy and Joel brought Abby there, and they were allowed to wait out the storm with them. 

However, you didn't know that yet. and so, you went around the house, climbing over a fence and making your way inside quickly. 

You had your gun raised as you heard chatter coming from a room inside the house. You carefully checked each room, making sure you didn't miss anything or anyone as you tried to find the source of the chatter. 

You then arrived in something that looked like the living room. There was a fire going and you could feel the heat from the room

You could also hear a lot of chatter, which quickly made you realise that whoever these people were, they were with a lot. You raised your gun, loading it while entering the room. However, what you saw wasn't exactly what you expected. 

Joel was there, and he was chatting with Tommy and the other people in the room.

“Joel?!” you asked out of relief, walking further into the room.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Joel asked surprised, getting up from his seat and embracing you in his arms when you went to hug him.

“You guys never showed up at the look-out. I thought you fucking died,” you replied, hitting him on the arm. 

Joel chuckled. “I'm not gonna die. The storm caught us off guard, and the look-out was swarmed with infected. We just needed another place to wait out the storm,” he explained. 

“Let's hope Jesse and Dina find us soon, and let's hope they didn't run into the herd that you tried avoiding,” you sighed in annoyance, allowing Joel to push your shoulders. 

“I gotta get Shimmer. I left her outside,” you explained, and Joel nodded.

“Go to the front, we'll open the gate for ya,” Tommy said as he got up. Another guy got up as well, and he followed Tommy to the gate. 

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After getting Shimmer inside and everything being settled, you sat down next to Joel, Tommy sitting on the other side of you. 

“So who are you?” asked one of the guys from the group. He looked to be Spanish, and he couldn't have been older than 25. 

“I'm y/n,” you replied. “What about you?” 

The guy, Manny, introduced himself and the others, telling you they came from Seattle and were just passing through. After talking with the group for a while, Jesse and Dina found you as well. That’s when you returned to Jackson.

The snow storm had mostly calmed down, and with that the possibility came to safely return to Jackson. 

You returned to Jackson, followed by the group that you met in the mansion. Tommy offered them to stock up before their return to Seattle, and they had gratefully accepted. 

After returning to Jackson, you were quick to get back to your room. The day had wrecked you, and you were physically and emotionally broken. You didn't mind that the group would leave when you would be asleep, but you had the feeling one girl did. You didn't miss the many times she looked you up and down, almost as if she was checking you out. 

You couldn't care less, though. She would be leaving for Seattle soon anyway.

The next morning she was gone, and you went on about your life. You watched that movie with Joel, and you went on your patrol with Dina and Jesse. Everything seemed to have gone back to normal, until she showed up.

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It had been a few months since the run in with the Seattle group, and you had been sticking closer to Joel than you ever had before. When he went on patrols, you went with him. It even went as far as sleeping in the house with him. You were terrified of losing him and you didn't want to leave him, even for a moment. 

Joel couldn't deny how much he enjoyed you sticking close to him. He as well was once afraid of losing you. After telling you the truth Joel was afraid he had lost you, And when he realised he hadn't, he wanted to be around you as much as possible as well.

He gladly took you in, cooking dinner for the two of you for when you returned from either your patrols or hanging out with Jesse and Dina. 

He enjoyed you openly loving him again. 

Of course, you had never stopped loving him, but you did stop showing it at some point. Now you were back to openly showing it again, hanging out around Joel as much as possible. 

Everything was back to normal in Jackson, until she showed up.

You remembered her name was Abby, and the guy she was with was Manny. They were with the Seattle crew, and now they were here. 

They weren't travelling alone, however. You were quick to spot the little boy hiding behind Abby.

They were let in quickly. Jackson was known for its hospitality, and neither Tommy nor Maria would ever let anyone stand outside of the gates, especially not someone they had met before. 

You were quick to be at the gate, welcoming Abby and Manny inside while you tried to get a good look at the little boy. You hadn't seen him before, and by his body language you could tell he was afraid. 

It didn't make much sense to you that they would show up here in Jackson. They had told you about their own settlement. How they had lived there for many years and how it was their home. Yet now, they were here, miles away from the place they claimed was their home. 

After following Maria and Tommy, who got the people inside quickly, you helped with preparing a meal for them. 

You served it, and they ate quickly, clearly not having eaten a lot in the past few weeks, maybe even months. 

After they ate, Abby explained what had happened, and why they had come to Jackson. Apparently, their group, the Wolves, were at war with another group, the Scars, or Seraphites, as the little boy corrected. The rest of their crew got taken out by said Seraphites, and while Abby was travelling to see her friend, Owen, she ran into two Scars.

They helped her, saved her life, and in turn she saved theirs. 

Apparently, Lev, the little boy, had a sister, who had broken her arm. Abby helped her, and together with Mel, who you remembered was in the Seattle crew, they removed her arm, saving Yara from compartment syndrome. 

However, when Lev had gone back to the island of the Seraphites to talk to his mother, Yara and Abby had gone after him, which eventually resulted in Yara's death.

The leader of the Wolves, Isaac, wanted to kill Lev, and he was prepared to kill Abby as well if she didn't get out of the way. Abby had protected Lev, and after Isaac was shot Abby and Lev made their way away from the island. 

They had run into Manny, and after Abby explained what happened, they had decided to go back to Jackson, hoping to find shelter there. 

The little boy was a Seraphite, and because Abby protected him, she was seen as a traitor to her own people. However, she didn't mind. Lev was her people now, and she would do anything to protect him. It reminded you of Joel and yourself, and after hearing their story, you wanted to help.

Abby, Manny and Lev were given a house in Jackson, and they were each given tasks in which they could help out. They weren't required to do anything while they were still settling in, but if they wanted to help, they could.

Seeing as though you had been in Jackson quite some time, and you had connections with Tommy and Maria, you were assigned to help them out a bit. Show them how things work around Jackson, and help them settle in. It was to be assumed they would need some time to adjust, but you were pleasantly surprised when they seemed to be settling in quite well.

You had started taking a liking to Abby, however. She was strong and beautiful, kind and funny. You liked her, and you were pretty sure she liked you too.

a/n: part one of this au is done, yippie! I wasn’t sure how to end this, so enjoy the sloppy, terrible ending. I promise to do better by part two :)

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Mine | Bucky Barnes

Fandom: MCU( Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X You, Bucky Barnes x Fem! reader, Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Daddy kink, rough sex, light choking, praise kink, explicit language, cum play (if you squint ), Unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it) Explicit content!

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He’s jealous and it's not such a good look on your partner as he pushes you to your knees, making you look up when he grabs your chin roughly.

“Look. at. me” Growls the man and you swallow hard, you were already half naked but you were in a lot of trouble as it is with him.

Going to the club and getting drunk, rubbing against another guy in the accident wasn’t such a good guy, also wearing a revealing top that showed your breasts off nicely and other men stared at you in the club. Your partner really didn’t appreciate that either.

So, Yes, you're in huge trouble especially when your partner is very very possessive over you, He is your dominant other half and goes by Daddy, Sir, or Master in the bedroom, mostly Daddy but out in public he goes by James Barnes or just Bucky.

“You’re in trouble!” He says as your eyes wandered to him as you swallow even harder.

“Why?” You choke out

“You know why!” He growls more at you as your eyes look back down.

“Did I tell you to stop looking at me? Look.at.me.” Bucky says and you look back at him.

“Sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean it.” You choke out again as Bucky just smirks

“Oh, you didn’t mean when you were rubbing up against that other man! Or when you decided to wear this stupid top to have everyone look at you” Bucky states as finally ripped your shirt off like he did with your pants moments earlier. Just leaving you in your red lace panties and matching red and black bra.

Bucky very still furious, and your needy to lose control again, but sexual tension lay thick, with the jealousy and need for losing control, at the moment everything hanging by a thread to ruin any chance you had of sorting this out the way normal couples would.

“Get on the bed” He orders as he lets go of your chin, slowly getting up as you got on the bed and Bucky watches with lust in his eyes and love bouncing in his eyes.

Bucky began hovering over you, his dark lustful, love filled eyes wondering all over your half naked body. Bucky arm going underneath you, as he clips your bra quickly then throwing into the air, it landing on the floor somewhere.

“look at you….pathetic.” He says as he straddles you and you gasp softly in response.

Your nipples are hard and your already soaking wet, Bucky knew that. That’s the effect Bucky had on you, when he took control just the way you want it, the way you like it. Bucky hands flicking at your nipples making them harder as you just bit your lip.

“What do you want?” He asks and you look at him as your body moves slightly underneath him, just before Bucky grabs your hands pinning them above your head.

Bucky going down now as he held your hands. His warm mouth meeting your cold hard nipples as he flicked them with his tongue making you want more.

Bucky mouth going in between both of your breasts, giving them both a fair amount of loving. You wanted more.

“P-p-please…please I need more”

You beg out as Bucky smirks more as he removes his mouth then stops as he stares at you as his hand goes down your panties immediately ripping them off of you.

Bucky staring at you, as his metal hand went to your core, massaging your clit slowly as you bit your lip more and Bucky mouth went to your neck giving you kisses and soft sucks. Until Bucky started sucking more and more in places that would show and be there for days.

“You’re mine, Get that I’m your pretty little head of yours” Bucky whispers to you as you look at him with a nod.

“No no, I want you to say it!” He speaks as he grabs your face again, tight this time.

“I’m yours.”

“That’s right baby”

Bucky kissing your neck, and you leaned back slightly, allowing him more access to your neck as he then suddenly bite down roughly causing you to moan out.

His fingers massaging faster until he stopped, suddenly teasing your hole as he pushed your legs further apart and taking his mouth off your neck.

Bucky grinning at you as he strips his shirt and you smirk looking at his body.

“God, you are so hot” You comment as you ran across his chest. Bucky slowly going down on you as his two fingers push into you causing you slightly arc your back.

“Fuck!” You moan out as Bucky begins thrusting his fingers quickly and his mouth meets with your clit quickly too.

His mouth to your pussy, licking you and your wetness. You moan, finding his hair once more and pulling softly. He kissed around the clit, his licks sending sensations and pleasure to you. Bucky pulling you closer to pleasure you more as he flick and lick you in the areas most pleasurable areas, he knew of you.

Bucky knew he was bringing you closer as he thrust his fingers faster, faster, faster as you clench around his fingers tight.

“Fuck fuck fuck, DADDY!…I’m gonna cum…please…please” You moan out loudly as your back arch more.

“Cum for me baby” Bucky pulls away slightly from you, He almost commands you to come and all you can do is just babble and moan due to the pleasure.

Holding your eyes shut as your breathing hitch. “I’m cumming!” You yell out as Bucky work his magic between your legs quicker and faster.

Your legs shaking now as then began cumming violently, all over Bucky face and fingers as he just licked it all up.

Bucky lifting away from your in between your legs as he lick his lips with a satisfied smirk.

“Oh, your not done yet.” Bucky assured you with a very huge smirk on his face as he grab you by your hips swiftly then flip you onto your stomach with your ass in the air.

Bucky smirking as he squeezes your ass tightly before he undone his own pants and underwear.

Before going to you from behind and he slowly slips into you as then grips your hair tightly and pulls you back into his shoulder roughly.

“Fuck….Shit, James” You groan out as you felt Bucky other hand go to your neck, choking you slightly as he smirks seeing the daze expression on your face but that didn’t cloud your eyes that are full with lust , love and neediness in a way.

“Not my name baby” he growls in your ear immediately as he began slamming his cock into you harshly now.

“Did you like those other guys you were grinding on tonight at the club?” Bucky speaks huskily like making you almost shiver as he pounds into you now, making you lose it completely now.

“N-no…no I didn’t…I didn’t mean it “You whimper out with moans escaping your throat now.

“Yeah you didn’t mean it…because your mine” he says

“Yes, yes, I’m yours!” You moan out loudly now as you press your back against his chest. He continue to thrust his cock into you roughly before you pushing his back down into the bed, with his hand still against your head, pushing you into the mattress more as He thrust into you faster, harder again.

Bucky slamming into you now, as you begin moving your hips with him, moving together as Bucky just grabs your hips.

“Mhm baby you like this don’t you?” He asks and you nod sloppily into the pillow your face in pushed into right now as you began almost losing control Fo your body.

“Y-yes…yes yes….please…daddy..” Is all you can moan out in broken sentences and moans that couldn’t escape your throat due to the amount of pleasure, sensations your feeling.

The feeling you felt moments before, that were bubbling up again.

“Fuck fuck!” You scream out as Bucky smirks more at your reactions, knowing your close again.

Bucky pulling out again as you whimper at the lost of his cock.

Until Bucky flips you again on your back.

“I want to see your face while you take all my cum.” Bucky uttered out as his hand went back to your throat with smirk as he ruthlessly. Bucky squeezing your throat just the way you like it, cutting abit of airflow, making you groan and smile slightly in response.

Bucky then slamming back into you as he made eye contact with you as you grip onto your wrist tightly with a smirk.

Bucky free hand and grabbing onto your hip as he slam into you again as you arch your back slot more again.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK!” You scream out now, clenching around Bucky cock now.

“Cum for me baby. I want to you see all destroyed with my cock.” He says as he slams harder and faster.

Mumbling out words that Bucky couldn’t exactly comprehend from you as he pulls you cup and close, chest to chest as you wrap your arms around his neck and his arms around your torso, now you began bouncing up and down fast on his cock.

Panting into his chest as Bucky breathing also hitch with you.

“Shit, baby your gonna make me cum” he groans out as you went faster. Closing your eyes into his neck as

Something exploded, igniting in you again.

Feeling the explosion in your lower abdomen , unravel quickly as you began scream out as cum cover his cock then his cum exploded inside of you.

Eyes close in Bucky’s neck, you let yourself get lost in the pleasure.

The world freezing around you as you groan out in pleasure

Opening your eyes again as now you were staring at the clueing and your head against Bucky chest, you can hear his beating heart through his chest that was slowing down now.

Blinking your vision in again as you slowly look up at him with a soft smile as Bucky gentle kiss your lips and you kiss back.

Everything is too sensitive for anything more as you breath out, breathlessly now with a soft smile on your face.

“Thank you Bucky.” you whisper into his ear as you kiss him again and he covers the both of you with a blanket. You just snuggle in with him again as you just smile in content.

“That was amazing” he says breaking the peaceful silence.

“Yeah it was” You yawn out now as you snuggle more into Bucky and slowly drifting off to a soft chuckle as he hand ran through your hair.

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Yv  Acting AU PT 3

(this is pt 1)

(this is pt 2)

Slight NSFW warning⚠️⚠️

 Interviewer: this first question was submitted by @everything-redacted-and-others

(I answered the second question in the first part)

Interviewer: who forgets their lines the most 

Alphonse: Wow! What a tough question. I’m really going to have to think on this for a second….👀

Seth: Wh- don’t look at me like that!

Alphonse: Oh Kiss my candy ass! you know I’m right!

Seth: OK name one time! that I forgot my lines 

Sugarboo:  in the beginning of your birthday episode, when you and Alphonse were about to go beat the shit out of the goons and Charlie, almost All of the lines in the last episode of Campfire confessions WHICH YOU WROTE!

Alphonse: the conversation before I walked out of the bathroom in bittersweet, when you were in the recording booth for your werewolf special. Would you like me to continue? 

Seth: all right, ya pricks I get it 🙄

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Interviewer: these next questions were submitted by  @antipasto-the-theif

 Interviewer: Seth, what’s your favorite memory on set so far?

Seth: my favorite memory onset so far…..let’s see… OK I got one. it starts out Kind of sad. so basically.  our characters birthdays match our actual birthdays. and on my birthday Alphonse was out of town. You see He wasn’t supposed to be in my birthday video…so I was kind of upset…and all melancholy throughout most the day���until we’re filming and it’s the scene in the kitchen where sugar was supposed to be  the only one there and singing me happy birthday, and Alphonse just pops in!

Alphonse: did you honestly think I was going to miss my favorite cowboy’s birthday~

Seth: so somewhere, there is an outtake of me, spontaneously bawling my eyes out and running off camera to go hug Al 😅

interviewer: OK next question. So, Casper and Charlie, how many times was the prop weed just prop weed?

Casper: we are constantly high on set 

Charlie: like for real 

Casper: we both focus more when we are um…in the clouds..so Yuuri lets us

Charlie: and it’s not like smoked for six hours  before filming high..it’s more we split a special brownie at 5 AM and washed it down with a monster energy high. So we’re not like a danger.

Casper: but yeah, for the 420 video. yeah, that was real 

Charlie: BUT For my birthday, the brownies we were eating were normal brownies, and not special brownies because I was given some special birthday brownies, and wanted to eat them later after dinner..so I guess you could say those were prop brownies,

Interviewer: next question. Auron, the world wants to know the workout routine!

Auron: oh boy well I’m a father running after a toddler with a need for speed which pretty much replaces any sort of missed day at the gym. But other than that and other activities that may or may not involve my spouse…..it’s kind of embarrassing… when I was younger I wanted to be in the MCU and my mother had told me “well those kinds of actors have really strict workout routines. If you want to be like them, you gotta get that down”…… so after much research that’s what I’ve been doing since about 16 years of age…captain America I’m coming for your Brand

Interviewer: onto the next one. What’s the worst blooper you know of, Sugar-Boo?

Sugarboo: 😈 there’s a scene in bittersweet and it’s when Seth finds Alphonse about to essentially kill Charlie, and alphonse grabs Charlie’s face and…..he’s like really aggressive about it so when he grabbed his face, Charlie let out the most….porn star like-moan I have heard come from an individual…And we had to take a five because nobody could stop laughing!

Interviewer: onto the next one. Which cast mate is the least like the character they play??

Seth: I want to say Auron

Alphonse: yeah, yeah I can get behind that

Charlie: I mean, Finn swears like a sailor but other than that….yeah, I’d say Auron 

Seth: Yea Auron in real life is a very sweet man  with a Darlin spouse, and a daughter he adores 

Alphonse: yeah, nothing like the cold Dom boss that you see on the screen.

Charlie: he’s a real sweet guy and he takes time to listen to everybody and help everybody. He helps me with line delivery, helps Faust with costume designs, he helps Jackie with photography when it comes to these snazzy thumbnails we’ve been doing recently.

Alphonse: he’s a lot more like a really helpful and quirky art teacher versus a mysterious and dominant boss.

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Interviewer: the next three questions are from @oceanlue

Interviewer: what was rooks reaction during the shower part?

Rook: 🤭

Auron: you are a shameless Thot my dear~

Rook: A THOT is a Admirer without Action I AM A WHORE i act on my thoughts

Auron: here we go🙃

Rook: SO if you don’t know. I think this was mentioned before BUT…he’s my husband in real life 

Auron: I am. I am your husband

Rook: So when I saw him come out of the Dressing room in nothing but a towel….I Started Catcalling him like a construction worker🤣

Auron: IN FRONT OF EVERYONE no less

Rook: And Then Yuuri gave us the script for the shower scene and I Said OUT LOUD-

Auron: “AWOOGA!” quite enthusiastically…which I found odd because you see me like that EVERY DAY

Rook: Never gets old *Sips coffee*

Interviewer: did auron or rook trip on set

Auron: Yes I did! I completely tripped and fell into Alphonse And I’m so sorry for that!

Alphonse: IT WAS FINE. But that an’t the first time you tripped You also fell into the wall because you stepped on ya own Boot laces 

Interviewer: did auron actually cry in the car ride home?

Auron: yes that was the one time I cried in a scene that Didn’t end up in an outtake

Yuuri: I kinda felt bad too because I didn’t realize he was getting choked up until we finished and he asked for a tissue!

Auron: it’s not uncommon for me to get emotional during scenes like that. They’re lucky that I only got choked up. I would’ve full on sobbed if the scene went any longer. 

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Hope you all enjoyed 

Feel free to ask “interviewer” questions 

I do prefer reblogs and replies, but you can send an ask too if you want 

Make sure to check out pt 1&2 I love making these

I was not Abel to get to all the question I apologize for that🙏

[softestqueeen]

✧*̥˚ masterlist *̥˚✧

most of my fics are x fem!reader (i subconsiusly have me in mind, makes sense) but you can request fics with different dynamics!

all of my fics can also be read on my ao3: @ softestqueeen

my masterlist for my specials! -> my specials are NOT on my regular masterlist!

please MDNI!! most of my content is for a mature audience only!

✧*̥˚ key *̥˚✧

❤️‍🔥 smut 🌸fluff ⛓️ hurt/comfort 🖤 dark ✍🏻 request

✧*̥˚ BBC Sherlock *̥˚✧

i can't do this anymore! ⛓️🌸 sherlock holmes x reader When Sherlock overhears you talking on the phone, he thinks you're going to leave him.

let the light in 🌸 sherlock holmes x reader After a particularly frustrating case, all the consulting detective needs, is closeness.

misty mornings 🌸 sherlock homles x reader feat. Mrs Hudson and John Watson When Sherlock Holmes awakes on his birthday, he doesn’t expect anyone to remember it. But of course, you do.

don't you forget about me, sherlock part 1 sherlock holmes x reader When Janine forces Sherlock to choose between being in a relationship with her and living with you, he has to make a tough decision. How will your feelings for each other be affected by it?

✧*̥˚ Marvel/mcu *̥˚✧

need to be closer ❤️‍🔥🌸 bruce banner x afab!reader You love your boyfriend Bruce Banner with all of your heart but sometimes you just don‘t feel close enough. So you decide to try something new...

when you come home to us, pretty boy... ❤️‍🔥 sub!steve rogers x dom/afab!reader x dom!buck barnes It was no secret that your relationship was kinky. Even though Steve has been pleasured by Bucky multiple times, he wants you to mark him. And who are you to turn such a good boy down?

i have an idea... ❤️‍🔥 sub!steve rogers x dom/afab!reader x dom!buck barnes On the first vacation with your boyfriends, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, you notice the shower with a glass wall into the bedroom and immediately know how to put it to good use…

let me teach you pt. 1 🌸 steve rogers x afab!reader x bucky barnes You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures.

let me teach you pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥🌸 steve rogers x afab!reader x bucky barnes You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures. When they join you at your office, things get a little out of hand…

slipping and gliding pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥🌸✍🏻 natasha romanoff x afab!reader When the Avengers spend a day at the local water park, you start to see a certain redhead in a different light. You’ve never had anything with a woman before, but Natasha doesn’t mind showing you what feels good.

slipping and gliding pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥 natasha romanoff x afab!reader After what happened in the showers, you and Nat make a quick exit to move your fooling around to somewhere else…

but daddy i love him ⛓️✍🏻 stephen strange x fem!stark!reader Tony Stark – your father – finds out about your romantic relationship with the infamous Stephen Strange. How will he react to you dating someone who is almost 20 years older than you.

natasha romanoff smut drabble

✧*̥˚ Call of Duty *̥˚✧

it's yours, princess ❤️‍🔥 simon “ghost” riley x reader x könig (cod) On a mission with König and Ghost you have to stay at a safe house. The only problem – there is only one bed.

my little flower pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥🖤🌸✍🏻 stalker!könig (cod) x reader You were just minding your business, planting some new flowers in your garden, when suddenly a (charming) man in a mask abducts you to use you for his pleasure. You are incredibly conflicted; the stranger seems to be kinda nice but also incredibly selfish at the same time.

my little flower pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥🖤✍🏻 stalker!könig (cod) x reader Slowly you’re getting used to living with the man that was slowly becoming more than just the man who abducted you. You’re also getting used to the different ways he’s using and abusing your body.

do you trust me, sweetheart? ❤️‍🔥🌸✍🏻 simon “ghost” riley x afab!reader After an unsuccessful mission, you notice how tense and stressed your colleague and friend Simon “Ghost” Riley is. When you ask him how you can help him relieve some stress, things take an unexpected turn…  

thank you for your service ❤️‍🔥✍🏻 simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader You boyfriend, Simon “Ghost” Riley has to do way too much work at home for your liking. But no worries, you found a solution that works for the both of you.

✧*̥˚ Haunting Adeline*̥˚✧

red roses and deadly promises ❤️‍🔥🖤🌸 zade meadows x fem!reader When your stalker, Zade Meadows, has to do some business out of town, someone new makes an unwelcome appearance. How will Zade react when someone tries to steal you away from him?

untitled asian!reader blurb ✍🏻🖤

✧*̥˚ Criminal Minds*̥˚✧

ugh, i just love you ⛓️ spencer reid x reader When you accidently let the a love confession towards your best friend, Spencer Reid, tumble out of your mouth, you think you’ve ruined the friendship between you completely.

i don't know what i'd do without you 🌸⛓️ aaron hotchner x gn!reader Aaron comforts you after a nightmare.

pretty when i cry 🌸⛓️ spencer reid x gn!reader When Spencer returns home he gets immediately worried when he sees you bawling your eyes out. Little does he know, it’s just because of a book.

care for a dance? 🌸 spencer reid x gn!reader spencer learns how to dance to teach you.

long hair!spencer nsfw drabble ❤️‍🔥

aaron hotchner luff drabble/ficlet 🌸✍🏻

✧*̥˚ Actors/Actresses*̥˚✧

like the movies ❤️‍🔥✍🏻 mads mikkelsen x actress!reader While attending the premiere of your new movie “The Hunt” with your co-worker and good friend Mads Mikkelsen, you get a little bit emotional. After Mads comforts you, he offers to bring you home. Once at your room, things develop quite different than you imagined..

[erinptah]

I’ve recently been reading your Cover of Knight series on ao3 (love it by the way) and am really curious on any (non-spoiler) thoughts you might have on if Khonshu knows about the Inner Child? When reading, I didn’t get the feeling that he was aware of Gus until the suit-alter showed up? So maybe he doesn’t have as good a read on the system’s mind as one might assume.

Also, what might his reaction be if he meets the Inner Child (I read somewhere that he is a protector of children I think? so I’m hoping that he’d be protective and nicer than he initially was to the others)—that is if Marc and the others LET him meet her anyway.

I do have thoughts, yes! General ones, even, so they're not inherently Cover of Knight spoilers.

Khonshu can definitely perceive more about the system's mind than the average non-psychic human. But I figure he only looks deeply enough to see the "top level." When Marc showed up in his temple, Khonshu poked around enough to determine that he was "fractured" and that somebody else was in there, but didn't pry out a complete roster of headmates.

Between then and the Ammit conflict, Steven and Jake both fronted regularly enough that Khonshu had a chance to think "huh, my Avatar seems different right now, gonna take a closer look and see if this is someone new."

Any headmates who only fronted for short periods, and didn't do anything unusual enough to get Khonshu's attention, he wouldn't know about. (CoK Gus is in this category.)

Anyone who never fronted at all, he definitely wouldn't know about.

OG mythological Khonsu is associated with children, yes! His human form is portrayed as a child, and fun fact, the first "physical form of Khonshu" we saw in Marvel was kid-shaped:

So, here's some possible fic versions of MCU Khonshu meeting Inner Child:

Khonshu is protective and nice! Marc + Steven + Jake are prepared for it to go badly, then no, it's genuinely sweet and heartwarming all around. Everyone is gobsmacked

Khonshu tries to be his usual manipulative negging self. Marc + Steven + Jake immediately circle the wagons with "what the hell, you are thousands of years old and you're bullying a child, step off and think about your life choices." Bonus: Marc has a moment of "well of course we shouldn't leave her alone to get picked on, little kids don't deserve that, no adult has a good excuse in the first place to -- ohh"

Khonshu tries to be mean...but Inner Child is meaner. Because she's a middle-school girl, and nobody can be more terrifying than a middle-school girl. The guys are so proud

Khonshu responds by switching to his own middle-school form. Him and Inner Child start bonding. The guys quietly panic over "wait, was Khonshu always the equivalent of a human 12-year-old?? because...that explains a lot actually"

[nickfowlerrr]

Fandom Leap -

Chapter 1

Fandom Leap Masterlist

prologue / chapter two

universe: MCU

(chapter specific) pairing: bucky barnes x reader

words: 2.5k

notes: i’m so excited to be able to kick off the first chapter of this collaboration! thank you so much to @supraveng - not only for letting me participate but also for reading this over for me! i can’t wait to see how this story progresses with the other universes and writers. and i will be writing an epilogue for the end of the series, too! 🥰

thank you in advance for reading! as always reblogs and comments are welcome and so appreciated. be sure to check out the rest of the series as it’s updated! 🩵

You hadn’t realized how tired you’d been until you felt yourself dozing while you laid on the couch. Your plans weren’t to fall asleep so early, in fact, quite the opposite. You were having a movie night!

You had gotten home not too long ago, getting some chores done before plopping down on the sofa to get the first movie of the lineup started.

It was maybe ten minutes into Iron Man that you felt yourself getting sleepy. You needed to nip that in the bud quickly if you wanted to get through the first couple movies tonight. You stood from where you were laying and sighed to yourself. 

This would probably be a bit more fun if you had people to watch them with…

Alas, you were alone. 

Your stomach grumbling caught you off guard and pulled you from your thoughts. You’d skipped lunch, and you were so caught up in your head on your way home, you hadn’t even thought to stop to grab something. 

You let the movie play on as you walked into the kitchen. Pulling the cabinets open, you found them near empty and grimaced to yourself at the sight. You hadn’t had time to go to the store lately, and you weren’t feeling up for it tonight either. 

Puffing, you decided to just order some take out.

You looked up your favorite Chinese place to put in an online order for delivery, but upon checking out, found that they were doing pick-up orders only. 

You considered ordering food from somewhere else for a second, not wanting to have to leave the comfort of home again today, but once you had your meal picked out - you were suddenly craving that and that alone.

So, you sucked it up and placed the order, pausing the movie on screen and trudging to grab your shoes. You were at least happy you had decided to wait on showering and changing into pjs until later.

It would take you fifteen minutes to get to the restaurant and your estimated pick-up time was right in line with that, so you didn’t waste time as you slipped on your shoes and grabbed your keys and bag before heading out.

—

It wasn’t busy at all as you pulled into the nearly empty parking lot, only a few cars around. You parked in an empty spot in front of the place and shut your engine off before grabbing your bag off the passenger seat and got out.

A weird chill passed over you as you walked toward the door, but you didn’t pay it much of any mind.

As you pulled the entrance door open, you felt something… change. You couldn’t explain it, but it just felt different. You shook it off as you walked in, though you only grew more confused as you entered.

You had been here just last week, but somehow the interior was completely different. You weren’t sure how they’d remodeled and redecorated the place so quickly, but it was impressive.

You were also thrown off by how many people were inside as compared to the empty parking lot. 

As you walked up to the counter, a woman you’d never seen before greeted you. You were once more surprised, because you always had one of the same two people working every single time you’d been here.. But of course, you didn’t say anything about it. You just smiled as she walked over to help you.

“Hi, I placed an online order,” you told her.

“Great, name?” she asked.

You gave her your name and watched as she walked away to check the bags along the pickup order table, her brows furrowing as she went. You felt nervous as you watched her double back to where she started and began looking through all of the tags once more.

The bell on the door rang but you didn’t turn around at the noise, only felt someone step up behind you as you started a line. You were playing with your hands, shifting on your feet as the woman returned to you.

“I’m sorry, I’m not seeing that order here. Do you have the confirmation?”

“Oh, uhm, yes, I do. Give me one second,” you reached for your phone in your pocket, “and I’ll pull it up. Sorry,” you offered out of habit.

“It’s no problem. Do you mind if I help the customer behind you?” she asked kindly.

“Oh gosh, yeah, of  course,” you said, stepping to the side as you looked behind you.

Your breath caught in your throat for a second as your eyes went a little wide. You nearly dropped your phone as you instantly recognized the man who stood behind you.

He met your eye, offering the tiniest of smiles as he stepped up to the counter. You quickly flit your eyes away, your mind racing. Was that.. Was that really him?

You chanced a glance over to him from the corner of your eye and near instantly confirmed your suspicions. Yeah, you thought, that’s definitely him.

Should you say something? Or just let him be?.. Really though, what were the odds of you ever seeing him in person again. This was like a time only thing…

God, you used to swear you’d never go up to a celebrity if you saw them in person, but as you stood there, no one else seeming to pay him any mind, you decided just saying hello wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. He was a person, too, right? A small greeting between two people was normal. Also it was him. And you weren’t sure you’d ever forgive yourself if you didn’t take this chance to say a simple hello.

You’d been so caught up, you hadn’t heard any of the conversation he’d had with the woman, but now as she went to go find his order, he stood there at the counter alone, waiting.

You tried to speak, but no noise would come out. You managed to clear your throat, though, and at the sound, he glanced over to you once again. 

Another small tilt of his lips as he seemed to eye you up from where he stood before he cleared his own throat and looked away again, his hands shoved into his pockets. 

“Hi,” you offered after a second, mustering up all the courage you could to get your lips to move.

He looked at you fully then, clearly a little surprised. It took him a second but he finally responded with a lopsided smile, “Hi.”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you, I just uhm, just wanted to say, I’m, I’m a big fan,” you told him, trying not to let your anxiousness be heard so obviously.

He narrowed his eyes at your words, brows furrowing as he looked at you, “A fan?”

As you’re about to clarify, confused as to why he was confused, the woman returned.

“Here you go, Sergeant Barnes,” she handed him his bag, not a hint of jest in her voice, nor his as he thanked her.

You looked from her back to him, letting out a nervous titter as somewhere in the back of your mind, you recognized the sound of the bell ringing again.

“Uhm,-” you started before another familiar voice interrupted you.

“Man, will you hurry up? How long does it take you to grab food?”

You looked to the door that was being held open and again, found yourself dumb, your mouth still parted but no words coming out. The recognition in your eyes must have been obvious as Bucky looked from you to Sam quizzically. 

“Did you find the confirmation,” the woman asks, pulling your attention back to her. You’re sure you looked beyond flustered and confused - you absolutely were. As you turned to face her again, Bucky slowly walked away, heading over to where Sam was by the entrance.

“Yes, uh,” you handed her your phone before glancing behind you again, the bright lights coming from just beyond the door causing your brows to furrow before it closed - both men still inside. They spoke as they stood there, glancing over to you once, twice before you turned back to the counter. What the hell?

“I see the problem,” the woman tells you, “it’s the wrong restaurant. Sorry about that,” she offers, though it’s no fault of hers. 

You stand there, perplexed. And the more confused you find yourself, the more anxious you are. 

How could you possibly be at the wrong place? You come here all of the time. You know exactly where you are. At least you thought you did. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, with a shake of your head, “that’s my bad. Long week, I guess,” you force a breathy laugh and fake a smile as you turn to leave.

You see both men still by the door, watching you closely as you approach. You nod at them as you keep straight on, in a bit of a stupor now. 

As you push the door open, you feel like a rug has been pulled from beneath your feet. The wind seemingly knocked out of you. You blink once. Twice. A shake of your head and a humorless scoff as you glance around briefly - you don’t even know what to think.

What the hell is going on?

Where are you? 

Where is your car?!

Instead of being met with the same empty parking lot you’d parked in, you find yourself on a busy sidewalk along a busy city street. No parking lot, no emptiness, and no car. 

“Are you alright?” 

You turn and are met with the bright blue eyes that’d caught you earlier.

“Where am I?” you ask, growing frantic at the unknown.

“Hey, it’s alright, take a breath,” he instructs gently. “Sam,” he calls over.

“Sam?” you ask in disbelief.

“Sam Wilson, that’s my name,” he greets as you huff a dry laugh.

“Okay, Sam, and so - should I call you Bucky?” you ask sarcastically. “What’s going on? Am I being pranked or something? Is this a show?” you ask, eyes darting all around,waiting for cameras to make themselves known. “Or are you guys filming and just staying in character or what?”

“Allllright,” Bucky drags out, looking in your eyes as he tries to assess you, “I’m gonna take that as a sign that you are not okay.”

“Yeah, I’m not. This isn’t funny, I’m - I just- where am I?” you ask again.

“New York.”

“Yeah right. Where am I really?”

“New York,” he insists again. “Where do you think you are?”

“Not New York. I was just - I just went to pick up my dinner and now - what the hell is happening? What is going on?”

“Bucky, I’m gonna call them, just keep an eye on her,” Sam instructs before he walks a little ways down the sidewalk.

“Seriously, why is he calling you Bucky?” you ask.

“Because that’s my name,” he answers matter-of-factly. 

“You’re Bucky Barnes?”

“That’s me,” he confirms, a little uncomfortably. 

You stare at him blankly for a second. Your brain is playing catch up. Wrong restaurant. No parking lot. Car’s gone. These guys are acting like they’re their characters. You’re in New York? He’s still insisting he’s Bucky.

“Oh…” you breathe, mostly to yourself. Relaxing a bit at the realization you’ve come to. “I’m dreaming,” you laugh.

He looks at you with even more real concern as you lean with your back against the wall of the building. He thinks for a second before deciding to speak.

“I don’t want to freak you out, but no. You’re not. We are both very much awake.”

“No, we’re not,” you deny easily. “I was watching Iron Man and I fell asleep and now I’m dreaming of Bucky Barnes because I’ve been wanting to watch The Winter Soldier all day. And I will wake up..anytime now,” you muse and gesticulate vaguely.

“You were watching Iron Man?” he asks, sounding just as confused as he’d been earlier.

“Yeah. Started watching the MCU movies over in timeline order because I have nothing better to do on a Friday night.”

“MCU movies?”

“Yep.”

He shakes his head, “I’m lost.”

“Ha!” you laugh out before sighing, letting your head hit the wall lightly. “Ahh,” you sigh, rubbing your eyes, “I just gotta wake up.”

“Look, sweetheart, really, you’re awake.”

“I’m not. I’m not because if I am, then either you’re a scarily good actor who enjoys fucking with innocent people for the hell of it, or… you’re crazy and really believe you’re a fictional superhero, or I like, randomly jumped into a different universe where you’re really real or something,” you sputter a laugh. “So, I’m dreaming. That’s the only explanation.”

“Hey,” Sam calls to you both, “come on. Strange is expecting us.”

You laugh again, you can’t help it. Well, what the hell, you think. As long as I’m dreaming, might as well live it up.

—

“So you felt a change, walked into the restaurant, and found yourself somewhere else..”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Huh.”

“After all that, all those tests and questions, that’s all you got for me? ‘Huh’,” you question the man.

“I don’t think the door had anything to do with it. I thought maybe it was a portal of some kind, but that wouldn’t account for the changes in this reality as opposed to yours - from what you’ve told me. Half the events that have happened in your universe haven’t happened here and vice versa. And of course, there’s the whole,”

“Superheroes not being real thing,” you finish for him.

“Right. Superheroes.”

“But she, herself, she’s okay, right?” Bucky asks as he stands off to the side, out of Strange’s way, with his arms crossed. He’d been oddly protective over you the whole walk over, standing close to you as you explained the night’s events over again to him and Sam - and he only left your side once you’d gotten here at Strange’s request. Not that you minded at all, in fact, you definitely enjoyed it, but it was still unexpected. As you went through endless questions from Strange regarding you and life and everything in between, Bucky’s eyes seemingly never left you. 

“She’s fine. Physically, there’s nothing wrong. I’m just not sure what exactly sent her here. She’s definitely out of her universe.”

“She’s definitely still sitting right here in front of you,” you point out, causing him to turn back to you from where he was looking at Bucky.

“I’m sure there’s some way we can get you home, I just might need some time to figure it out, ensure that it’s safe.”

“Okay, uhm-,” as you spoke, an odd chill came over you again, freezing you as your eyes went wide.

“What is it?” Bucky asks, instantly at attention, concern clear in his words. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just.. That chill again..”

“You’re jumping,” Strange says, eyes a little wide as his gaze shoots over to you, as if he’s made a sudden connection, the epiphany of something still unknown to you coming over him.

“What the hell does that mean?” Bucky asks the question that was on the tip of your tongue.

“It means she’s-” another chill, another strange feeling of something being shifted, and then you can’t hear him anymore. You can’t see him, or Bucky. You’re alone? Possibly? You aren’t sure because all of a sudden you’re… where were you? 

“What the hell?” you breathed to yourself. 

“Where am I now?”

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Fandoms you couldn’t pay me to join even though I either really do like the show, did once or have been interested but for whatever reasons have been turned off by its fandom in no order

9-1-1 (did watch but fell off vapid fandom)

Buddie (no)

Bridgertom (was interested vapid racist fandom I find shonda Rimes to be very...)

Greys anatomy (did watch fell off vapid fandom with hints of racism)

Japril (I hate this ship with a passion mostly because their stans are annoying and turned me off)

Atla cartoon (comfort show vapid vapid fandom)

Anti legend of korra ( I have a love hate relationship with this show)

Driven (I do like them on a surface level but some of their fans can be intense) you will never get me to interact with driven content one I’ve seen multiple post attacking musa for being with riven or or calling musa ugly (she’s a cartoon character) or calling Darcy’s “spell” a dubbing issue while that might be true atp I’m over driven

Klaroline (jesus fucking christ sorry for using your in vain but this ship stans I once saw a fanfic that made caroline a original heretic and she was in the box instead of ester I'll give the points for originality but if they were to do a heretic bonnie was right there you know the wich that already had powers

Anti jegulus ( im not entering a fandom where the couple is written ooc to be together atp they are whole different characters) not trying to yuck someone yum

Sterek (these are some of the most annoying fanbase they don't even like these characters fr because rewrite them to make them so ooc that they are new characters. Why would stiles be in derek pack)

Stiles (I'm not going to lie I used to like stiles but his stans ruined him for me they were insuffible he could do no wrong in their eyes. All because he's a white snarky/sarcastic boy. Dont let write a crossover then they'll make him the most powerful being in the universe. Crossover with tvd/to he's loss mikealson crossover with supernatural hes either a Winchester that has demon blood also or an angel. They think that stile would be a better werewolf then Scott when everything in the show has told us that if he was the that had been the that had been bit his eyes would been blue by the end of season 1. And don't get me started on the friend subject)

The mcu (I used to love the mcu and watch every release but it became quantity over quality and its downfall for me was very sad)

Wanda maximoff and wandavision (I could make a whole video on the whole rollercoaster of thoughts I had on wanda and wandavision because like the mcu I liked both then I didn't. The decent of wandavision was more gradual with wandavision it was episodic to me it was a let down and didn't make sense while I thought Elizabeth Olsen acting was good the writing was not it find out that the writers were swayed not to look at the source material for the show because kevin fegie didn't want them to be influenced although that's the whole point because you're making a supposed comic book adaptation then there's the alleged part reshoot that happened because ppl guessed the ending and let's not forget the whitewashing of Wanda and peitro maximoff who are canonically romani and the mcu deliberately changed it to a made up country somewhere remotely European and made wanda a knock off Jean grey (red hair, pale skin, mind powers) for over ten years so bad that it started to influence the comics

Tony stark (hes a war profiteer, his fans infantilize him. They recognize his PTSD and mental problems only. His side of civil war was dead wrong and ppl to this day will not accept that even if you explain it to then like they are 2. Come onguys the un is useless even iron man knew he was wrong he broke the accords three times in the movie and kidnapped a child to fight adult that he had no business fighting. Also his fans are insane)

Specifically black arianitors that excuse everything thing that grow women does (now I don't dislike her or hate her but man her fanbase is annoying as hell especially the black ones it's like the one non black person who does problematic shit but has a lot black ppl in their corner rooting for them so when they do something out of pocket they don't even have to say anything they're black friends do it for them)

Taylor swift (need I could say more mind you I like some of her songs)

Obx/jaira - yall are psychotic!!!!!!! Yall have been tweaking over fictional characters for a few days

[freyjhasdesiredreality]

We'll Do It Together (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

(Credits to GIF owner)

A/N: Hey guys! I actually liked this one so I decided to finish it when I saw it in my drafts. I used Taskmaster's female version like in MCU. Let me know what you think!

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Warnings: Mention of HYDRA (very big role), action scenes (more than one), battles, mention of death. Let me know if I missed any!! Not proofread, grammar mistakes are my own.

When you escaped the Red Room, you knew your life wasn’t going to be easy. You were their masterpiece. You were the Red Widow. They put that disgusting serum inside you so you could be stronger than ever. The serum did a lot of wonders on you. It was even better than other super soldiers. Maybe it was because you were a female. Maybe the substances were different. You didn’t know. You couldn’t ask. You weren’t allowed to. They didn’t like it when you talked. So you muted yourself. You swore you wouldn’t talk again until the day you die.

Bucky knew how you suffered. He was there. He trained you, made you better. You could easily knock down anyone thanks to him. During those training you both developed feelings for each other. Maybe that’s why he trained you better than anyone. When HYDRA realised, they separated you. He escaped, you escaped and then you’ve never seen each other again. 

He didn’t give up on you though. Once he was out of Wakanda, he tried to find you. It wasn’t easy to find a widow who wouldn’t want to be found but he still asked Shuri as a favour. She’s been trying her chance since, just like Bucky but both of you had no luck. “I’m not giving up on you, Y/N,” he thought. 

-

You woke up with a headache. You’ve been working hard lately but you knew you had to stop or at least give a break. People would come after you if you took too much attention. A notification appeared on your computer. 

“I need to talk to you. It took me 2 years to find your work mail. I don’t want to wait anymore. Meet me on the back street of the usual place. -JBB”

You didn’t go. Or at least that’s what he thought. You watched him in the shadows like you always did. Your dark red combat suit, your hoodie and your face mask helped you stay in cover a lot. Through years you’ve learned how to stay hidden and you were good at it. 

-

“She didn’t come.”

Bucky basically threw himself on the couch, cursing himself for believing you would come. Why would you anyway? You probably didn’t even remember his name. You knew him as the Winter Soldier, not as James Bucky Barnes. 

“Believe it or not but we need her help,” Sam threw some files on the table. Bucky took one on his hand, reading and trying to understand what’s happening. “HYDRA is trying to recreate the Red Room. The director's name is unknown but I’m pretty sure they have already grouped somewhere,” he explained. 

Bucky furrowed his brows. After Natasha and Yelena destroyed the Red Room, it was about time remaining members would remake it. “We need this prick’s name before he screws up more lives,” he sighed. He opened his phone, tapped the camera and started taking pictures of files. Sam looked at him confused, “These are secret files Bucky, what are you doing?” he asked. Bucky kept taking pictures, “You wanted a widow’s help didn’t you? They need something, a target to destroy,” he explained without looking up. He tapped the mail app and entered your mail address. 

>HYDRA is rebuilding the Red Room, I added everything we know, we need locations and agents’ names. Paid job. Meet me in 2 days, same place, same time. 

Then he sent. He locked his phone again and looked for deeper information to see if he would connect anything with his past. “Now what?” Sam asked. Bucky looked at Sam with no emotion reaching his eyes, “Now we wait, research and eliminate.”

-

You were furious. “How could they?” you thought. But of course, what were you thinking? Of course HYDRA would do anything to rule the world. You couldn’t just sit back and wait for someone else to do something. Next 2 days you gathered every intel you could get and copied everything to a USB drive. 

You waited for Bucky to show up at the meeting time. You checked heat signatures to see any threats. There was only one, coming to the meeting point. Him. You waited 7 minutes before you showed yourself. 

“I was wondering when you’re gonna show up,” he said, turning to you. He looked at you from head to toe. “Did you find anything?” he asked. Your eyes locked in deadly focus. He frowned, waiting for you to do something but you were just standing there, counting his moves.

You charged forward, caught him off guard. You fist hit his jaw, making him lose his balance. “What are you do-“ before he could finish, you hit him again. He stood up quickly, tried to mirror your attacks but you responded with lightning-fast reflexes, deftly sidestepping his initial attack and delivering a swift kick to his gut. He groaned in pain, looked at you when you were observing. The mask, no talk. You reminded him of himself. “What have they done to you? Are you still serving them?” he asked with pain in his voice. But this pain was different. It wasn’t because you beat him up and he was feeling physical pain. It was because his heart broke into millions of pieces when he saw what you’ve become. 

You pulled out the USB out of your bra under your suit and handed it to him. He looked at you surprised, but suddenly everything hit him with a lot of senses. You didn’t attack him because you were still serving them. You were angry. With everything inside you. You were angry with every creation they’ve done. And he was one of their masterpieces. He couldn’t help but feel guilty. He averted his eyes and looked at the USB. He took it from you and stood up. You took a step back, informing him you won’t attack again. He looked at you one last time, “I will stop them,” he promised and you left. 

-

“How can they still hide with low resources?” Sam was furious. Zemo sat there looking at him walking from one side to the other, huffing in frustration. “We need to try to find other ways,” Zemo said. Sam looked at him deadly, “No shit, Sherlock,” he mocked. “No need,” Bucky entered the room. “It seems like Y/N found everything for us,” he showed the driver. He took off his coat, his blood on his shirt was visible. Zemo took a look at him, “What happened to you?” he asked, pointing to the blood. “She beat my ass as payment,” he groaned. “Seriously, you got beaten by a woman?” He asked. Bucky, filled with frustration, was about to throw a punch to him but Sam stopped him. “A woman can do anything they want with the right motivation, jerk,” he hissed. “Plus, she is not an ordinary woman. She is a super soldier and was the best widow in HYDRA,” he said unimpressed. 

Bucky didn’t want to remember those days, how they brainwashed him to stab you because you were too loud, too anarchic or just not listening to anything they said. He cringed himself for doing those things, he wondered if you find him guilty, “of course she does,” he thought to himself. “I’m sorry for talking bad about your girlf-“ before Zemo could finish, Bucky landed his fist to his jaw. “What’s inside the driver?” he asked while Zemo was rubbing his jaw. Sam gave both of them an unimpressed look and started reading the intel. 

“Elisa Sinclair, also known as Madame HYDRA, is the new director of HYDRA. She is currently building her own high council aiming to recruit the Winter Soldier, the Red Widow, the White Widow, Helmut Baron Zemo and Maria Hill,” Sam read aloud. The trio looked at each other, frowning. “Her main goal is to rebuild the Red Room and have her own Black Widow army, all of them injected and built with super soldier serum. Taskmaster will be responsible for their training,” Sam continued. “Hold up,” Bucky interrupted. “I thought Taskmaster was on our side after Natasha and Yelena saved her,” he explained. “Out of everyone, are you concerned about the Taskmaster? They have our names on that list, Bucky,” Zemo hissed. 

Bucky looked at him with no emotion, “It says aiming to recruit us. Taskmaster is listed and her job is given already,” he answered. Sam thought for a second. “Could she be Y/N’s intel?” he asked. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows and thought about it. “We would never learn,” he could only say. “And why is that?” Zemo asked. “She doesn’t talk,” Bucky said and kept digging for information. 

-

“She will be unstoppable if she manages to do everything she wants,” Yelena said. Antonia, Yelena and you have been discussing everything Antonia knew for hours. “She is not suspected of anything, she thinks I’m on her side and trying to find old widows that you saved,” Antonia said. “Taskmaster is on her way to complete tasks,” Yelena giggled. They both looked at you, watching the conversation. “Are you not getting tired of this mute thing and you know that mask that covers your nose and mouth, how do you even breathe?” Yelena said. You shook your head and rolled your eyes, mentioning her to let go. “Did you give the driver to the soldier?” Antonia asked. You nodded your head. “Let’s hope he does something about it,” she continued. “Don’t worry, the soldier would do anything for her,” Yelena laughed, earning a slap behind her head from you. “Ouch, that hurt,”

-

For a month both parties have done their research, they gathered all the information and put it together. “We have to make sure all of them get arrested,” Sam said, explaining the plan. “Or dead,” Yelena snorted. He gave her a disapproving look before continued, “Taskmaster will be our inside control, she will turn the alarms off for us, Torres will take the air, me and Bucky will take the sides, Yelena and Y/N, you’ll be sneaking in and knock off agents until you reach front door for the SHIELD’s army and Zemo will be operating from behind. Is everything clear?” 

Everybody nodded their head, confirming they understood the assignment. Sam landed the Quinjet in a secret location. “The support team is positioned nearby, waiting to hear from us,” he said. Bucky glanced at you as you checked your weapons.  You signalled to Yelena that you were ready, and together you stood up to get off the jet. "Be careful," Bucky muttered behind your back. You looked at him and nodded your head. 

Yelena and you sneaked in through the window Antonia had left open.  After neutralising the two agents in the room you entered, you stopped and began to listen to the sounds.  Yelena pointed the device on her arm at the door and looked at the screen, “Four heat signatures,” she whispered. You nodded and raised your gun. You brought your hand to the doorknob and counted down with your fingers. You opened the door, ran through it together and neutralised the agents. “One floor down, two to go,” Yelena said. 

You and Yelena have reached the entrance after clearing 2 floors and 15 agents.  “There are fewer agents than I expected,” Yelena said. You frowned, indeed there must have been more people.  This was supposed to be their main base.  After easily neutralising the 6 agents waiting at the entrance, you pointed around to Yelena.  “You want me to wait here?”  she asked.  You nodded and pointed upward.  “Are you going up on the roof?”  she asked. You nodded. Pressing the communicator on her ear, Yelena informed, "We've cleared the entrance, the building is too empty, Y/N will check the roof, agents can come in."

Sam and Bucky were uncomfortable with the silence around them. Bucky exhaled angrily, "Why is it so quiet in here?"  asked. Sam thought the same way. "There are things we don't know, and I don't like this silence," he said. A feeling inside Bucky was hesitant that you went up on the roof alone. “I have to check on Y/N, he'll be there alone,” she said. Before he could even finish his sentence, a cry for help was heard from the communicator. “It's a trap, agents are waiting in the back, Taskmaster is injured, urgent backup is needed,” Torres said bitterly. “Y/N!”  Bucky shouted over the radio, "Don't go up on the roof, there's a bomb there, don't go on the roof!"  he called. But it was useless, “Her device is turned off,” Zemo informed. 

“Everybody leave the building now!” Sam ordered. More agents reached the building and there was a battle going on in the ground. Agents were falling from both sides. Bucky ran through the base, knocked down anyone who came his way. He needed to reach the roof before it was too late. Before he could get near, a loud explosion went off. “No!” he screamed to the air. “Oh come on, Y/N, please answer, it’s not the time to play the quiet game,” he begged. 

You didn’t know what was happening but your gut feeling told you something was off. Before you could understand, you heard the bomb’s clock ticking sound. You ran and tried to jump somewhere close but it was too late. The bomb exploded before you could leave. You found a tree branch to hold but it was weak, it was a matter of time it would break. You reached for the commutator in your ear and switched it on. “Bucky,” you said. He looked around to see you, to come to you but you were nowhere to be seen. His eyes teared up, “Hey doll, where are you?” he managed to say. “I swore to myself that I would talk the day I’ll die,” you said. Bucky listened to the sound coming around you to locate wherever you are. He started to run through some way his gut feeling told him. “I’m proud of what you’ve become,” you continued. “Don’t give up on yourself, you look good when you save people,” you giggled to yourself. The branch cracked, letting you know you didn’t have much time left. “I’ve never stopped loving you,” your voice cracked. Bucky could feel you were close, he looked around at anything high you could hold after the explosion, “We have a lot of time to recover the time we lost, doll,” he said. You shook your head, tears were streaming down on your face, “Get my revenge,” you said before the branch cracked and you started falling. 

You didn’t feel the pain like you thought you would. You opened your eyes to see one metal and one flesh arm holding you hard and a pair of baby blue eyes looking at you concerned but relaxed. “We‘ll get it together,” he said, crying. He reached for your mask to reveal your face and you smiled. You wrapped your arms around his neck, “You caught me,” you sniffed. He hugged you tightly, “I’m never leaving you again,” he let out a laugh between tears. He creased your cheeks, “I love you, baby,” he said and leaned in for a kiss. 

-

You were standing on the balcony, feeling the breeze on your arms. You felt two arms grabbing you from behind, warming you. “Can’t sleep?” he softly asked, giving small kisses on your neck. “I was thinking about us,” you said looking at him. He looked at you with his bright eyes, he kissed you, “So there is us?” he mocked. You furrowed your brows and slapped his flesh arm. He giggled, “Joke, joke,” he said. He kissed your forehead. “I want to kill Elisa,” you said. He looked at you, opened his hand for you to take. It was a sign between you two, a sign for promise. You took his hand and he said, “We’ll do it together.”

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